>Everything hurts
>Your head
>Your everything else
>Especially your everything else
>"Anonymous!"
>Someone's calling your name
>You grumble out something
>"Anonymous, open your eyes already!"
>You do
>It's bright out
>The first thing you recall is that you're in Equestria
>...
>The ONLY thing you recall is that you're in Equestria
>You struggle to sit up
>At least you were on some comfy grass
>A blue pony with a wispy light blue mane is glaring at you
>"Anonymous! Trixie was worried that the show was a little... well, never you mind. You're fine. You're welcome that Trixie has found you."
>You scratch your head, trying to recall what the hell
>"Anonymous?"
>The pony's face turns to that of complete horror
>"D-don't pretend like you're hurt or something! You're fine!"
>Sure but you definitely feel stiff all over
"Sorry, I'm just... I don't know. Feels like I've been smashed by a boulder or something."
>"Trixie performed a medical check while you were sleeping, you're fine."
>She says quicker than you can understand her
>"Now, let's get up and get going, quick! Once the sun goes down we have to set up camp again! Or have you forgotten?"
>You feel a little awkward
"I... I kinda have, yes."
>You don't know what else to say
"So... I take it that you're Trixie?"
>She scoffs, patting her chest with one of her front hoofs
>"You mean the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie? Why yes. Yes I am. Trixie knew you couldn't forget the important details."
>Not like her saying her name a dozen times didn't give it away
"So... uh, Trixie. Mind telling me what happened here?"
>You look down a yourself and see that you're at least wearing some good clothing
>All of it looks custom tailored to fit your body
>You even have a nice pair of boots
>Evidently green is your color
>"Easy. Trixie advised you against using a certain type of magic but you persisted. You tried to cast it anyway and here we are. You flew for miles but Trixie followed you, cart in tow! Absolutely nothing could get in the way of my great and powerful legs!"
>She hops onto her hind legs, posing and galloping against the air to emphasize her words
>You aren't trying to look but evidently Trixie is a male
>Very obviously a male, going by her loose pair of blue orbs hanging down from between her legs
"Uh..."
>You're caught a little by surprise to the point of not knowing where to focus your attention
"Magic... you say?"
>"Yes. As my apprentice, Trixie has felt the need to teach you some basic elemental magic. But... maybe it is too much for you. You are only a human."
>Yeah, that sounds about right
>You certainly aren't a pony like her
"Alrighty then..."
>You stumble to your feet and realize that you really are just that much taller than her
>She fills her cheeks with air and scowls at you
"Something... up?"
>"You know how much Trixie hates you towering over her!"
>You glance around, as if you have any other option
"I'm... sorry?"
>You look down at your legs
"I'm kinda as tall as I am."
>She sighs
>"Yes, Trixie knows... we can't all be the right size."
>Ow, that hurt
>She turns around and begins to walk off
>You can't help but glance at her again
>She still has the pair of orbs that seem a little too tightly nestled between her legs
>But she's female too
>Even though you don't remember much of anything, you certainly don't remember ponies having both male and female parts
>What little you remembering amounts to
>You follow her, keeping a few steps behind
"So... uh... Trixie? Where are we going?"
>"To our next show, obviously."
>She answers as if it's the most natural thing in the world
>She's heading toward what looks like some old, rickety gypsy wagon
>It even has the same shade of blue of her body for roof and curtains
"Right... right. Where would that be again?"
>There's no way the wagon would ever fit you
>Are you sure you've been traveling with her?
>"The rock farm. Obviously. Not the best paying but the poor saps do buy baubles without hesitation..."
>She sounds giddy at the last part
"Obviously..."
>You aren't completely sold but you don't know enough to claim that she's a liar
"Well... sorry, I guess. But I'm kinda not really sure what to say to this all. I guess... treat me like a newbie until I recall things?"
>Trixie gives a theatrical sigh
>"If you insist... Trixie will make you her junior apprentice once more. Once you relearn some of your mediocre skills, Trixie will make you her full apprentice again. But no whining!"
>You casually salute, eyes glued to her hind end
"You got it... ma'am..."
>Trixie stops and spins to face you quicker than you can react
>Her blue face is bright red
>"Trixie has eyes in the back of her head, stop staring at Trixie's crystal balls!"
>Startled, you jump back and avert your eyes from her
"S... sorry. Again."
>She sighs, turning around again
>But she has a bit of an obvious sway of her hips this time
>"Trixie will have to teach you self control all over again... come, Anonymous!"
>Despite your size advantage, Trixie is the one who pulls her cart
>Makes sense, given you wouldn't even know how to pull it along without bending over and walking backwards
>Or pushing it and not being able to see in front of you
>So instead you walk by her side
"So... Trixie."
>"Ah ah ah! Master Trixie. I am, of course, a master in magic, and you strive to be my apprentice."
>You can't help but hear how smug she sounds with that
"Right... what sort of magic could I do?"
>She shrugs and scoffs, as if it doesn't even warrant an explanation
>"Card tricks, hat tricks... very simple things with those dexterous fingers. Things any magically apt filly could do, and has done."
"...including the finger tricks?"
>She glares at you
"Right, sorry."
>You continue walking down the beautiful, yet lonely road with the Great and Powerful Trixie
>She explains a lot to you about her exploits to the point of bragging
>But you are legitimately impressed
>She keeps going between being a Master and Mistress and Paragon of magic almost interchangeably
>You really can't give her any points for being modest
>After a few hours, the sun does begin to go down, painting the blue sky orange
>Trixie suddenly squats down, relieving herself of the wagon's weight
>She arches her back to stretch, her hind end up in the air
>Her tail flickering up a few times to reveal herself doesn't help
>Butt you avert your eyes before she can get on you for staring
>"We've lost a lot of progress thanks to your mishap... so you can gather the firewood. Trixie will gather the sleeping bag and other supplies."
"You got it."
>Without thinking too hard on it, you wander off to find whatever branches are loose on the ground or easy to yank off of a tree
>Did she mention sleeping bag, singular?
>You really can't bring yourself to recall anything else so... maybe you share one?
>Or you didn't even warrant one?
>Whatever the situation, you return with a bundle of dried branches and twigs
>Trixie has already set up a small circle of stones and a tea kettle that looks big enough for even you-sized amounts of tea
>"Finally! It is wise to not wander these woods alone. Last time you did, Trixie fought off a horde of diamond dogs for your sake!"
>You haven't the foggiest what those even are but you do respect her for having saved your hide
"Sure... thanks, by the way, even if I can't remember it."
>Trixie chuckles while raising a hoof to her mouth
>"Oh do not worry, Anonymous. Trixie would not let her apprentice lose his life due to an unfortunate accident!"
>That's good for you then
>You really must've been some sort of goober to let you blast yourself so hard you lost all memory
>If Trixie never found you, who knows what would be happening
>You kneel down and set up cross pattern of twigs, using the most dried first and setting aside the rest for later
"Alright... so, do we have any tinder?"
>Trixie looks at you like you spoke another language
"Uh... well... I mean, we're gonna need more than just twigs to start a fire, right?"
>The blank stare on her face lasts for a few more seconds before she snaps to
>"Oh! Wait, we don't need that! Stand back, junior apprentice, and watch Trixie be all great and powerful!"
>She hops onto her hind hooves and pushes her front legs up into the air
>Her horn begins to glow with brilliant blue light
>The sticks begin to come to life!
>They dance in the air before they start to strike each other
>Again and again
>And again
>She squints and stares hard at a pair of twigs, rubbing them together
>At most a wisp of smoke is visible
>You wait in stunned silence until one of the twigs snap
>You carefully glance up from the sticks to Trixie
>Her glare tells you to not look at her
>And to not say a single word
>Three more failed attempts later and she starts a dwindling smoking cinder made from broken down twigs, friction-born sawdust and something resembling actual heat
>You quickly drop down and pluck some dead and dried leaves off of one of the branches
>Crumbling them up in your hands you blow and feed the wanna-be flame
>Trixie lowers herself to all fours, giving you an incredulous look
>"What are you even doing...?"
>After a few minutes, something resembling a real fire starts
>Enough where you don't need to baby it at least
>You nod to yourself, smiling at her
"Hey, check that out! I remember basic fire stuff!"
>You're as impressed with yourself as you are confused
>Trixie huffs, scrunching her face
>"Yes, well... Trixie commends you for finishing what Trixie started."
>She stomps off while you shrug and keep to the fire
>Soon after, Trixie has you pour the kettle full of water from a barrel strapped to the back of her wagon
>Four large pony-sized barrels, all sloshing with water
>It's impressive for her to haul those around with the wagon
>You set the kettle over the fire
>And see her on a sleeping bag
>Obviously it isn't even half as big as you
>You can't help but frown as she lays on it
>She notices and raises an eyebrow
>"Sleeping bag?"
>You nod
>She shrugs
>"Trixie has not seen yours in a while... you must have blown it up during the blast..."
>She sounds so dismissive of it
"Oh... well damn..."
>Trixie watches you work, casually barking out orders and reprimanding you for not doing things in her order
>Some of the steps in her order don't even make sense
>Eventually, you do make do make a nice kettle of tea
>She at least has two mugs, but the second one looks dusty like it was never used before
>You can't help but feel neglected through all of this
>While waiting for the tea to cool, you listen to Trixie's stories of importance and greatness
>Of trials overcome and fans made
>Of fortunes gained and spent
>You aren't included in any of her stories at all
"Hey, uh... Paragon Trixie?"
>Trixie giggles when she hears you call her that
>"Mmmyes, Anonymous?"
>You can't help but stare at her body
>Not necessarily just her face
"Don't you have any stories that include... me?"
>She spends a few seconds in thought before shaking her head
>"No, I'm afraid I don't. You were never one for the public eye, you see."
>You visibly deflate at the news of that
>Sensing this, Trixie pats her sleeping bag
>"Worry not, Anonymous. Come, sit on Trixie's sleeping bag. You may be her pillow tonight."
>For some reason that makes you laugh
"Sure."
>You grab hold of your mug and swap sides, sitting on the edge of her sleeping bag
>Without hesitation, she shifts to lay on her back, smiling as if she's content and that all's right in the world
>With her head occupying your right thigh and lap, you're pretty much stuck now
>At least there's a tree to your back
>"Anonymous."
"Yes?"
>She lets out a soft sigh, nuzzling your leg
>"Trixie is glad that you are ok."
>You do smile at that
"Thanks. I'm glad I didn't screw up your wagon or do anything to you too."
>With her laying on her back, she's completely open to any viewing
>Including her crystal balls
>You find yourself glancing at them again
>You even see something above them
>A growing little pink something
>You quickly glance away
>"Anonymous..."
>She sounds like she knows you've been staring
>Again
"Y...yeah?"
>"The sun has gone down... if you wish, Trixie will let you make a wish."
>A wish?
"A... wish?"
>She gives you a sultry giggle
>"That's correct... merely gaze into my crystal balls. Trixie will know exactly what you would want. Trixie may even let you have what you want. Such is the great and powerful magic of Trixie."
>As she speaks, you notice that the bright pink length from before is starting to poke out more and thicken
>"And... every apprentice needs a wand to cast spells, do they not? You may use Trixie's..."

>There's no one around for miles, that you're aware of
>Trixie smiles at you, her wand growing until it reaches her chest
>You can't help but stare hard at it
>"You are amazed, are you not...?"
"Well... I certainly have never seen something like that before..."
>"Not that you remember..."
>Her tail swishes from side to side
>She is very happy with herself, you know that for sure
>Without asking yourself if you should, you grab Trixi's wand
>It's very warm
>Trixie shakes under you, giggling
>"That is it, Anonymous... Trixie loves such attention. Do not be ashamed of it."
>You squeeze the stem of her wand, dragging your hand up to the tip
>It reflexively flowers open into a flat, pink flare
>Your apparent mentor chokes on air, her hind legs shaking
>You feel like if you say anything that you'll break whatever spell you're under
>You have to be under one, otherwise you wouldn't be doing this
>Right?
>You slide your hand back down, leaning over until your fingers touch her sheath
>Your attention goes again to her crystal balls
>Glancing from Trixie's face to what's been on your mind all day, you reach to grasp onto one of them
>The texture is slightly furry
>Warm
>Hefty
>You squeeze it like you would a tomato, barely moving your fingers but feeling just how firm it is
>Trixie gasps, her right hind leg kicking out
>"T-that's it, Anonymous..."
>You lean back to your original position, your fingers sliding from the base to the tip of her wand
>The tip throbs and flares before retracting
>A glob of clear goo oozes out
>You don't remember much but you know when a dick is excited
>You do have one, after all
>And it is quite excited as well
>"Tri--er... Madam Trixie..."
>"Anonymous... Trixie missed you so... so very much..."
>Her voice is full of love
>Did you really do this sort of thing before?
>Or is she just that happy that you're ok?
>You start to stroke her wand
>Slow and at a comfortable rate
>Trixie had long since closed her eyes, completely immersed in the pleasure
>The way her body twitches, she has absolutely no qualms about being so open
"Making a wish... I gotta think real hard about this one, huh..."
>You smirk at how strongly you're able to affect her
>She begins to speak but you squeeze her wand right under the flaring meat
>She gurgles out a cry, her hind legs flutter kicking in the air
"What could I wish for..."
>You start to stroke her faster, taking a more firm grip of her wand
>It's a wand she's given you, after all
>A wand for you to make your wishes come true
>And hers
>Any good apprentice would want to make his mentor proud
>She neighs when you pick up the pace
"Wishing... wishing..."
>Her wand throbs hard, turning from spongy and firm to something you might mistake for solid oak
"I... wish...!"
>After a dozen quick strokes, you grab hold of her wand right under the flare and hold down hard!
>Strangling the wand does the trick
>Trixie cries out with a whinny, her flare blooming
>She sprays once, twice, four, five times
>You're a little astonished at the velocity of it
>It flies over Trixie's head, well over your lap and noisily splatters onto the nearby grass
>Until it doesn't
>Trixie grunts with each pulse, gritting her teeth
>Having lost the initial velocity, the wand's magic splashes onto her face, making her grunt even harder
>The rest of it spurts and drools onto her chest
>The blue unicorn goes limp
>Except her wand
>It remains hard as iron
"Well... I made my wish. Am I supposed to tell you what it is?"
>Trixie doesn't respond
>Despite having made a mess by giving herself a facial, she seems like she's just knocked out
"Uh... madam Trixie...?"
>Wait, is she really out, just like that?
>You're not sure if you should feel proud or not
>At least you made your wish
>You want to remember who you were so you can be her full apprentice again

>You wake up before your mentor
>You didn't expect to fall asleep while sitting but you did
>It's very early out, but the sun is out
>Just barely
>Bringing your arms up, you realize that your wand-stroking hand is absolutely covered in dried magic
>Remembering last night, you check out where Trixie shot
>Even hours after, you can tell that she was incredibly backed up
"Madam Trixie, it's morning time. Time to get..."
>You look down and trail off
>Her face is a complete mess
>Her chest too
>Her wand had retracted fully back into it's sheath but the sign of explosion is impossible to overlook
>How could she ever walk into a town or see a pony, looking like this?!
>Trixie loudly yawns, smacking her lips
>Some of her magic landed on her lips too
>"Mmm... is it morning, truly... five more minutes, my..."
>She peeks out from mostly closed eyes
>Then her eyes open wide
>She stares at you like you're an alien, then at herself
>The absolute state of herself is enough to tell the whole story
>She scrambles to her front, trying to do the best to ignore her matted fur and magic-stained face
>"G-good morning, Anonymous! What are you doing, visiting Trixie when she is... uh.... busy?"
>You give her a queer look
>You didn't wish for her to lose her memory, did you?
"Madam Trixie... I'm... aren't I your apprentice?"
>She looks at you like you're an idiot
>Then it hits her
>"Oh...oh! OH! Yes, yes you are! Junior apprentice, that is. Trixie... Trixie is still... very... very..."
>She swoons, lightheaded
>"Very very very tired. Last night..."
>She clears her throat, shivering all over
>"A-a wish! Trixie granted you a wish... you did actually have a wish to make, right?"
"Well... yeah. Of course I did."
>"Trixie is astonished at your gu--er--genuine desire to learn."
>She smiles at you
>"It will come true, Trixie will promise you!"
>You smile back
"Well alright!"
>You feel pretty good, despite having not been able to share her enjoyment
"So... now that it's morning. What do we do?"
>She looks like a hot mess, but she looks like she could not be happier
>"Now..."
>She looks down at herself
>She really did release more than enough magic to make her chest look downright obscene
>"Trixie must... wash up. Your help would be greatly appreciated. Then we may have breakfast. After, we pack up and keep going. The Rock Farm awaits!"
>She stumbles to her hooves, yawning again
>For being a paragon of magic, she really just doesn't seem like she puts a ton of effort into any morning mantras or cantrips
>Maybe unicorns just do it as easily as you can breath
>"Anonymous. If you would, Trixie would appreciate a second pair of hooves to help... clean up.
"I don't have hooves, Madam Trixie."
>"Yes, whatever those are."
"Hands."
>"Mmm... what wondrous hands, too..."
>Due to how she's acting, she should really be used to this by now
>You've done this before, haven't you?
>Using the wagon's water supply, you wash your mentor
>While she seems happy to lecture you on the importance of wishes and of apprenticeship, she's even happier to just stand there while you wash and scrub her face, chest, and everywhere else
>Including her crystal balls
>Though you don't intend to focus too much on them, you end up spending entire minutes caressing and stroking them
>Trixie didn't seem to mind at least
>In fact, she hadn't said a single thing since your hands went from her chest to her belly and further
>She hadn't reprimanded you so... there was no problem
"Madam Trixie... are you alright?"
>She shudders, snorting
>"Y-yes. Yes, of course. Just... you know. Trixie will not mind you, you do not mind Trixie."
>Well if she doesn't mind, you certainly won't
>After a few more minutes of dedicated attention, the Great and Powerful Trixie is now the Wet and Clean Trixie
>You back away once you finish, admiring your work
>No one can tell that she blasted herself with enough magic to cause a star storm
>Except you
>You didn't get a chance for breakfast, once you and Trixie packed up for the morning
>'it's too late for that, we need to stay on schedule!' was her excuse
>But she didn't really have a watch or something on her
>She didn't really explain where your next stop would be, either, so you can't be in that big of a rush
>All the same, you do as she says
>Walking beside her, you spend the morning listening to her lectures and hearing of examples of her sleight of hoof tricks
>When asked to take a deck of cards out of the wagon through the side window, you found that you were... pretty apt at playing with the cards
>Splitting and cutting the deck, finding ways to stack it and count the cards by paying attention to subtle textures on the back of them
>Not true magic, but still tricky business
>Even Trixie was surprised at how you took to it like a fish in water
>Maybe it's true that you were her apprentice, how else would you have the muscle memory?
>Trixie slows down, once the sun is highest in the sky
>"Now Anonymous... let's take a small break and have lunch."
"Lunch... I could go for some, for sure. What's on the menu?"
>Giving you a bit of a weary glare, she dips her head into her shack on wheels and produces...
>A pair of heavy peanut butter bars
>And only those
>You are thankful for what you got, but...
"Madam Trixie... is this really all we should have for lunch? We gotta make sure that we're pumped up for our show, we can't just skim by on next to nothing. Right?"
>Trixie winces at your complaint
>"Yes, well... it cost a lot of bits to get the wheels on this thing fixed. Neither you nor Trixie are accomplished wagon-wheel-makers, so we must make do until our next big payday."
>Is that so?
>Even as calm and as measured that she is, she scarfs down the bar as if she were half-starved
>You really don't feel all that hungry
>You've surely eaten better than this recently
>You shrug and brake your half in bar, keeping the side that has her teeth prints for yourself
"Madam Trixie, please take a portion of mine."
>She looks at your offering, then you
>Her face turns flustered and a bright red blush glows to the surface of her skin
>"W-what is this?! Trixie will not be bribed, Anonymous, you should know this!"
>You shrug and hold out the bar, unswayed
"Please, allow me to give you something in return for saving me. I can't do too much but I can be less of a drain on you, right? Besides, tonight when I grab tonight's wood I can look around a bit, see if I can find something extra so we can have dinner too."
>Your words strike a chord with her
>"Anonymous..."
>She inhales and nods, doing her best to maintain her legendary poise
>"Very well. Trixie will accept this."
>She daintily takes your bar... before turning her head away from you and scarfing it down
>Not as quickly as her bar, but it's still gone in mere moments
>You break your half into two quarters and put one side in your pocket while eating the other segment
"There we go. My Great and Illustrious mentor needs all she can to really knock every pony off their feet, right?"
>"Right..."
>After a slightly extended rest, you set back on the trail
>Last night stuck pretty hard with you
>You really don't recall ever doing something like that
"Madam Trixie... how long have I been your apprentice?"
>You aren't exactly in a position to claim that she she may be lying to you
>But
>She shrugs, nonchalant as can be
>"Trixie does not recall how long. But it has been a while."
>That's cold
>Well that question was a bust
"Alright... well... how many times have I... been allowed to make a wish?"
>That makes her jump
>Her hind end sways for a few steps before returning to normal
>"T-that is... a-a-a very special ceremony... Trixie believed that you needed a wish, and Trixie knows you wished for your memory back."
>She's good
"You're... half right."
>"Oh? Are you telling me that Trixie's ability to grant wishes is starting to fail her?"
>She sounds amused
"No, not at all! I can't begin to imagine the power you gained from... er... that..."
>It sounds silly as hell to imagine doing that somehow bolstered her magical capacity but you don't know how things do or don't work with magic
"But... if you already know, then you know that I wished to remember who I was. So I can become your full apprentice again. That's all."
>Trixie slows her pace, turning her head away from you
>"T... that is a very powerful wish..."
"Sure is. And until it's granted, it'll be my main wish."
>She quickly answers you, quick to change the conversation
>"Main wish? Do you think you should get multiple wishes?!"
>She picks up her pace again
"Well... sure. I think, if I do well enough, I should be able to make a lot of wishes."
>She can't see but you're smiling at her
>You meant it, of course
>But due to the insistent phrasing, it only really means one physical, hands-on thing
>The entire day was spent walking, with short breaks in between
>It's hard to imagine you've spend entire weeks or months or even longer doing this with her
>Your boots are nice but they really did not have so much wear and tear on them when you first were woken up
>In fact, they looked almost new
>As before, Trixie finds a clearing to set up camp, and you're sent off to gather wood
>You do, but you also manage to find a few berry bushes
>You even find a few wild carrots!
>Foraging really isn't as tough as you thought
>You return with a bundle of wood in your arms and at least a dozen oddly shaped carrots dangling from your fingers
>Trixie looks at you with an astonished, slackjawed gape
>"Anonymous?! Where did you find those?"
>You calmly set down the entire pile, fishing out the carrots from the branches
>You present them, as well as presenting the handfuls of berries you found
>They look kinda like strawberries, but they're more rounded
"Well... I guess when I was grabbing branches I saw the bush. And I saw a few rabbits run away and found the carrots a few dozen steps away. So I grabbed maybe a third of what was there for us. I made sure I picked the fully grown ones and nothing that was premature or might've tasted funny."
>You haven't the foggiest clue where you picked up this information but you trusted it
>Trixie goes from looking at you to looking at the bounty before her
>"This is... we will have a feast tonight!"
"Well hold on, gotta clean the carrots at least!"
>So you do
>Trixie seems to be quite happy, prancing from campfire to water barrel and back
>Even her awkward firestarting went by faster than usual
>Before you know it, you have chopped berry and carrot soup bubbling in the kettle
>And just like last night, there's still only one sleeping bag
>This time, you were allowed to lay on it, on your side
>You watch the fire, even when Trixie lays right in front of you, also on her side
>"Anonymous... you truly are amazing."
"Eh? Why's that?"
>She chuckles
>"Great and powerful as Trixie may be, to find so much food so quickly? Trixie forgot just how skilled you were. You really did learn well from them..."
>Them?
"Who, 'them'?"
>Acting as if she said something she shouldn't have, she sputters out an excuse
>"W-well, never you mind who. Money well spent to train you! Incredibly so. Surely."
>After downing half of the soup, both of you lay on the sleeping bag
>Your legs are on the grass but at least your torso and head is given some cushioning
>You find yourself petting Trixie's side, your hand slowly, carefully stroking until your hand is resting on her hind leg
>She could tell, obviously, and gently laughs
>"My, Anonymous, you are affectionate..."
"I...I guess I am, Madam Trixie."
>You glance down at her
>You see the pink of her wand starting to reveal itself once more
"I suppose...I'm attracted to you. Whether or not I said I was before, I am and now I'm not afraid to show it."
>Her wand continues to grow from her sheath
>"Anonymous... Trixie will be honest. She knew. Or, she thought you did. She... hoped so."
>She sounds downright bashful
"Well... did I not make it clear even once before? I can't have been that... spineless."
>Trixie giggles uncomfortably
>"No no no, you were quite... upfront. But the others kept trying to..."
>She trails off, sighing
"The others? What others? Who would stop me from liking you the way I do, outside of some stickler about how an apprentice can't adore his master?"
>She giggles more
>"Jealous mares that just do not have apprentices of their own, that's who."
>She scoots back against you, her lower leg raising up
>"Make a wish Anonymous... you've earned one..."
"Gladly."
>Your hand slides over her side and down her belly until you take hold of her wand
>You gently squeeze it, feeling it grow in your hand
>Trixie sighs, shivering from your fingers undulating against her fleshy, spongy wand
>You relax against her, letting your hand work it's own magic
>Quicker than last time, her wand is at full mast, stopping at her chest
"Great and Beautiful Trixie..."
>Trixie turns her head, looking at you with a flustered, surprised face
>"W-what did you just call me?"
>Taking the chance, you kiss her
>You stroke her wand as you do, feeling it throb and pulse twice as fast compared to seconds before
>She returns the kiss after minor hesitation, pushing her head up to meet your advance
>It doesn't last long, sadly
>After only a minute of stroking her wand and kissing her, she nearly goes into a panic
>"A-Anonymous, w-wait!"
>You can see her face contort into a shameful display but continue
>Without aiming her wand away, she blasts off, spraying pure liquid magic
>The first rope sprays her face
>As does the second
>The third goes into her open mouth while the fourth and fifth globs that squirt out land on one of her front legs and gather on the sleeping bag
>Completely stunned, she remains there, eyes closed and face thoroughly glazed
>Stunned to the point of looking like a statue
>You chuckle and kiss her again, poking your tongue into her mouth to taste her magic
>It's very warm
>Very thick
>The portion that is quickly staining her sleeping bag is far more slimy but what you manage to taste is far more jelly-like
>She lets out a wavering whimper when she realizes what's happening and attempts to kiss you with her eyes closed
>After some fumbling, your lips meet proper
>She pushes her magic against your tongue with her own, shuddering and breathing hard through her nose the entire time
>She hasn't softened at all
>And you haven't stopped stroking her wand either
>When you break the kiss, you audibly gulp
"My mentor... make my wishes come true."
>You resume stroking her wand throughout the night until you doze off with her length in your hand
>When you go to sleep, you have a dream
>A dream of Trixie being chased by a group of angry ponies
>In that dream, you came to her aid and managed to turn the group away
>Was this the first time you met her?
>It must have been
>From the first time you met her, you made an effort to see every show she had, buy whatever she was peddling, and always asked her to show you more magical tricks
>You knew a unicorn or two
>But neither of them were so masterful and theatrical
>You made a new wish that night
>You wished that you could be more than merely Trixie's apprentice

>Morning comes once more
>You wake up before Trixie, again
>Partially because you can't smell anything but thick, lewd mare
>Trixie's taste is still in your mouth too
>Not that you mind
>She ended up falling asleep on her back again
>Her face, leg, and neck is absolutely coated in dried magic too
>The sight is truly magical
>Your hand is coated and filthy, as well
>As is the sleeping bag...
>She really is great and powerful to leave such a mess behind
>How did she deal with these before?
>You nudge her awake
"Madam Trixie... morning time."
>After enough nudging, she yawns hard
>Almost as if last night is the first thing that comes to her mind, she covers her face with her hooves
>"Anonymous..."
"Yes, Madam Trixie?"
>"...must we get up so early? The rock farm may wait..."
>Had she ever honestly put off a show like this before?
>You aren't in a position to argue
>You kinda don't want to get up either
"Of course."
>You hug her, resting your head on her side
>The magic-coated hand of yours slides down, caressing one of her magic balls
>She twitches every other stroke, but does open her legs for your ease of access
>With your eyes closed, you spend the morning listening to Trixie's breathing
>Despite the mild excitement your hand brings, she's managed to keep a stable breathing rate
>You really don't ever remember doing this
>If you did, nothing would ever make you forget this feeling of wholeness
>If you did, she surely wouldn't have been so surprised
>Just what was your relationship before?
"Madam Trixie."
>You whisper to her after what feels like hours of stroking and petting her
>Her wand had poked out halfway from it's home, but you didn't want to make the morning too exciting or physically taxing
>Or messy
>"Mmm..."
"Were we like this before I lost my memory? If not... what stopped us?"
>She inhales for a long time, then exhales
>"We were not... but we should have been. You were never given the chance to adore Trixie so. Others were jealous or did not understand what you saw. But Trixie knew that one day you would confront her with such strong emotions."
>What could have stopped you from doing what was right?
>It didn't answer much in the way of what happened before the blast that muddled your memory, but it doesn't really matter
>You made your intentions clearly known
>She accepted them too
>She must've granted a wish you had before
>Or maybe losing your memory was your wish being granted, in a way
>After much longer, you give her a tight squeeze
"Madam Trixie... if we don't get up, it will be that much more difficult to clean you up."
>"Mmm... let them see."
"It's all over the sleeping bag too..."
>That makes her eyes open wide
>"...you aren't joking, are you..."
"Not at all. See for yourself."
>Her scream was terrible enough to cause every bird in the forest to take flight and flee
>After mourning her sleeping bag, she submitted herself to another bath by you
>You had stripped down, needing one as well
>It didn't help that you needed to clean your arms
>As with yesterday, you spend plenty of time focusing over every part of her
>When scrubbing and cleaning her face, you just couldn't escape her gazing into your eyes
>She never said anything, and neither did you, but the way she looked at you...
>You were under her spell completely
>When dried and cleaned, you did manage to cheer her up about the sleeping bag
>You'd just have to boil and clean it
>The scent may linger but it's not like anyone else would ever use it
>Best of all, there was some leftover soup from last night to have
>You shared the kettle without hesitation
>Compared to yesterday, she didn't seem so ravenously hungry
>If anything, it was proof that you weren't traveling with her before
>If you did, surely she wouldn't have eaten so much so quickly
>What were you, if not her apprentice?
>It wasn't like you could ever learn unicorn magic either
>With everything packed up, once more you resume your journey
>After goofing around, you realized that you could juggle
>Or that you had an uncanny proficiency in it
>Trixie was just as surprised, asking if you could juggle other items, or more than a trio of stones
>You had no clue, so you catered to her whims
>By lunch time, you had proven that four stones was your max
>"That is indeed a glorious skill, Anonymous! Trixie is not surprised such hands can do so well."
>You chuck the stones away, taking a flamboyant bow
>You had a sense for theatrics, but nothing so refined as her
"Maybe I was a circus clown in another life, huh?"
>There isn't much of the kettle-made carrot soup left but it is finally finished off
>You offered to go foraging for a bit but The Great and Professional Trixie told you that the rock farm was of the utmost importance
>A tiny bit different from the sentiment she shared earlier in the morning but oh well
>You noticed that the longer you traveled, the less sparse the forest got
>The trail remained consistent, but boulders and small ravines started to outnumber the trees and soon even the grass was beginning to thin out
>By evening time, you were in a completely different environment
>There wasn't a single tree or shrub around
>Which was good because you could see from every direction
>But was bad because you didn't think ahead enough to grab any sort of stock of firewood
>Trixie didn't seem to mind, since she had a trio of lanterns that she pulled out and turned on
>It made a nice little barrier of light around the wagon but hardly had the brilliance or warmth of a single fire
"Madam Trixie... just how much do you have in there?"
>You hadn't ever made an effort to go investigate but it wasn't yours to poke around in either
>Her face is less than confident
>"Trixie must be honest... it is rather vacant as if these last few weeks..."
>Given everything else that had or hadn't been adding up, you decide to take the bolder route
>You've been bold so far with her
"Madam Trixie... was I ever really your apprentice? This hasn't added up since the first night. If I were your apprentice, I know I wouldn't have let you stick to mere peanut butter rations. I know I would've done more, brought more to the table."
>You say this, painfully aware of how you didn't stock any form of firewood
>Trixie, still in the wagon, mutters something
"Come again?"
>You hear her shuffling around
>"Enter Trixie's wagon, Anonymous. We must speak."
>How the hell are you supposed to do that?
>Not only would you not even fit through the door but you're pretty sure you'd cause something to break if your entire weight went onto it
>Compared to ponies, you were a giant
>A moderate giant, anyway
>But you do so
>By popping your head into the wagon via opened window
>The inside is indeed sparse
>Plenty of trick items and other tools of the trade
>But no real comfortable items
>No furniture
>The glassware is dusty and doesn't seem like it had been touched in who knew how long
>Trixie is sitting on an old, beat up cushion
>With the lanterns outside, it's near impossible to make out any fine details
>It's kinda spooky, truth be told
>"Trixie... may have not been genuine with you, Anonymous."
>You had a feeling
"In what ways?"
>"Trixie... never had an apprentice by the name of Anonymous. But she had a fan. One true fan that brought all six of his friends to every one of her shows. He had always been the most excited, and had given out only the most fabulous of gifts and tips. Indeed, he was, in no small part, what had made Trixie so popular. For a time."
>She sounds sad
>Given you can't even see her expression or reach in to touch her, you feel like she's miles away
>"Then, one day, Trixie asks for two volunteers. Of course, Trixie's biggest fan hollered and shouted for the chance. He even brought up one of his friends, a fellow unicorn."
>She chuckled, smug despite her otherwise solemn words
>"And the other unicorn was so... suspect. She claimed that Trixie had no clue of how to use magic, and claimed that her trick would never work. The trick, such as it was, was to zap the first volunteer and turn him invisible. The second volunteer, of course, was to be there as a witness, to still feel but not see the first!"
>Trixie let out a heavy sigh
>"It worked... but Trixie did not anticipate the difficulty of turning the first volunteer back. The unicorn got angry with Trixie and we fought. The audience thought it was all a part of the show so of course Trixie played her role well!"
>You smile at that
>Trixie always had such an uncanny sense of timing and flourish for even the most basic of tricks, to help warm everyone up to the more impressive things
>"Of course... between two unicorns fighting, the first volunteer was almost forgotten about. Both Trixie's and the other unicorn's magic hit the first volunteer at the same time. Not only did it render his visible... but he was blasted away, further and faster than Trixie had ever seen before. The second volunteer, the unicorn, cast some sort of spell on him as he flew away, promising that he not be harmed on his landing."
>You think you're getting the rest of the picture
>"From there... the crowd turned on Trixie. Especially the six friends he had always brought to her shows. From there, misfortune after misfortune befell Trixie. Until one day... she found her fan. There he was, as fine as the last day she saw him. And as soon as he spoke, she found herself... lying. Of course, she had no intention to. But Trixie had not been able to help herself. She knew this fan wanted to travel with Trixie and be a part of her shows so... she gave him what he wished for."
>Some of the details were still blank slates in your mind
>But now that she mentioned it, you did have a group of six ponies you'd drag to her shows
>You even spent weeks and weeks practicing some old tricks you knew about from your home, in hopes of impressing her enough to add you to her shows
"...oh."
>Trixie sniffles
>The sleeping bag glows in her blue aura and is pushed against the door of the wagon
>"Please take Trixie's sleeping bag for tonight... Trixie wishes to be alone tonight."
"Madam Trixie, I..."
>"Please, Anonymous. Allow Trixie to speak for longer and she may not be able to perform tomorrow..."
>You want her to come out
>You want to tell her that it's alright
>You want to at least spend the night with her curled up to you
"...very well. Tomorrow let's both give them a show worth remembering, alright?"
>You don't get an answer
>That night, you sleep alone
>There was no wind, but you still felt cold
>There was no chance to make a wish, but you still had one
>You wished that you could make tomorrow's show the best she's ever had

>You woke up earlier than yesterday
>Mostly because you just didn't have a real source of warmth
>There was no magician to cuddle anyway
>You practiced a few tricks and nibbled a bit on the peanut butter bar
>You didn't want to eat all of it, you had an idea of how you could use it for today's show
>Even if you were never really her apprentice, you still would want to put on a show with her
>You aren't really sure of where to go, anyway
>You don't even know who those supposed six friends are, if she really was referring to you
>Maybe it was a test
>You went through every single possibility while patrolling around the camp site
>Not that there were any risks to keep track of, but you couldn't just sit there
>Trixie woke up on her own, stumbling out of her wagon with her trademark warble of a yawn
>Compared to the character she puts on during a show, she's really... normal
>She stops in mid-yawn when she sees you
>"Anonymous! You're still here!"
>You look at Trixie, more surprised at how she seems surprised
>For some profane reason you also notice that she has a bit of a morning wand waggling under her belly
>"A-Anonymous! Trixie is speaking to you!"
>She stamps her hoof down, flustered that despite her words from last night, you still seem just as... attracted to her
"Sorry, bad habit..."
>You look around at the sparse, rocky scenery
"And... yeah. Of course I'm still here, Madam Trixie. I'm not going anywhere that you aren't."
>Your simple, true words make her look at you like you have brain damage
>"Trixie... does value your help greatly. It is vastly less lonely to travel the land with you."
"Then allow me to travel with you."
>Her wand pulses, thickening from your words
>Despite it, she averts her eyes
>"Let us put on a show for today and head back to Ponyville. There Trixie will restock and we shall settle the topic once you are among friends and can think clearly."
>You chuckle, watching her wand bounce from her heartbeat
"Right... thinking clearly."
>Though you offered to give Trixie another bath, she regretfully declined
>Probably because you both knew that with your washing tendencies, you would cause her to make a mess
>You still don't see what the problem would be, anyway
>Out of the four water barrels she has strapped up on the back of her wagon, one is maybe halfway emptied
>While water was no issue, food was
>Hopefully with you around, you could find a way for payments to be less in bits and more in grains or something
>You could go for some oatmeal, personally
>With nothing to do but roll up her sleeping bag and collect the mostly-emptied lanterns, you set out earlier than usual
>Good thing too because the path went from smooth to covered in jagged rocks and mouse-sized mountains
>Trixie didn't seem to mind, though the wagon wheels were getting caught on a lot of obstructions
"Madam Trixie... is this the usual path to the rock farm?"
>Grunting with effort, she steps carefully
>"Of... course it is! Trixie has always taken this route. It is hardly entertaining, but the show must go on, Anonymous!"
>Of course
>But there isn't much you can do... except...
>You get behind the wagon, between the
strapped water barrels, and start to push
>You could hear Trixie bark out some sort of proclamation of not needing help but you weren't about to let her convince you to just watch her strain
>After a few minutes of pushing despite her complaints, she went quiet
>Good
>You've had enough of watching her scrape by
>It's one of the reasons why you bought so many of her baubles and tonics
>Some of them tasted pretty good, but offered nothing to you outside of flavored seltzer water
>Others could wilt a flower in seconds and tasted like sour apple piss
>They weren't all winners
>"Anonymous, just a bit closer! The rock farm awaits!"
>Peeking over from the side of the wagon you see your destination
>A silo, a windmill, and a cottage fit for ponies
>All surrounded by a wooden fence that has seen better days
"Are you sure this is the place?"
>You call out from behind the wagon
>You can't help but notice that there are trees around the land
>Which means you can stock up on firewood, if nothing else
>"Trixie knows these ponies, they love... entertainment!"
>After setting up the wagon in front of the cottage, Trixie shouts at the top of her lungs
>"Gather 'round, every pony, for Trixie, the great and magnificent, has arrived!"
>You have no clue how she trills her Rs but she seems to take great joy in it
>After a few moments, a pair of ponies step out
>Both of them look to be on the older side; one brown stallion and a grey mare
>They both seem pretty... sleepy?
>The brown one at least has some killer sideburns
>He appraises the wagon, nodding to himself
>"Once more, you visit us with parlor sleights and tricks. We have heard of your ill deed in Ponyville from naught other than our own Pinkamena."
>The way this guy speaks is... really familiar
>You step around, having finished a drink from one of the water barrels
"Wait a minute... Pinkie Pie's from this rock far?"
>The stern stallion looks you over before his eyebrows spike up
>"Unimaginable... you are he!"
"I am!"
>You sound just as surprised as him
"...who am I supposed to be again?"
>"Thou art naught but Pinkamena's friend. I have seen you here before."
>He sighs
>"Just as easily muddled then as you are now, it seems."
>You continue speaking without a thought
"Pinkie must've said something like Trixie zapped me to dust or something, right? Well she didn't. Obviously, she didn't, I'm right here. What she did was... part of her latest trick."
>Trixie gives you a queer look but doesn't stop you
>"Yet another trick, is it... very well. Explain it."
"Well..."
>You scratch your head
"She turned me invisible first. The fight she had with Twilight wasn't staged, but she knew what she was doing. Trixie too. So they played off each other and shot me off like a rocket to really freak the crowd out... the only thing is since I couldn't just pop back and tell everyone I was ok, they thought it was serious. We're still working out the details. But as you can see, I am at least unharmed!"
>Wait a second
>Twilight?
>Was she the one fighting Trixie up on the stage?
>Well obviously she was
>You're not sure of what just happened but like that, the event came flooding back, like realizing the combination on a safe after forgetting it for so long
>Trixie stays silent, quietly nodding along
>"T... this is true. Trixie apologizes greatly for making you believe that something befell Pinkie's friend."
>The old horse looks you over, as if examining your story by virtue of your physical wellbeing
>Indeed, your clothing was a little more rough around the edges and your boots were freshly scuffed with days' worth of traveling
>Eventually, he nods
>"Very well. Stage magician, you have my apologies for believing you a devil worshiper."
>You glance at Trixie
>She glances at you
>"O-of course... Trixie... knows... how important it is to not be one of those?"
>The mare finally speaks up, happy to see the situation resolved
>"Shall I retrieve our daughters for thine showing?"
>Trixie, still taken aback by the situation, nods
>"O-oh, of course! Trixie shall entertain all ages through feats and mastery of otherworldly creativity!"
>Neither of them seem to particularly be excited
>They merely nod and walk off
>Once they're out of hearing range, you glare at Trixie
"I thought you said you've been here before?"
>"Trixie has, but there were others here too to get accolades from!"
"Like who? Those guys look like they don't know fun from a pebble stuck in my boot!"
>"Trixie does not discriminate but don't be so honest until after we're clear from the property!"

>While alone, you and Trixie set up the stage area, along with a few other props
>There is minor discussion over some tricks but for the most part you've seen most of Trixie's shows to the point of knowing most of her key gimmicks and shticks
>But she doesn't know anything about yours
>Hell, you don't know anything about what you could contribute
>But you have a few ideas
>While not exactly cheating, you do grab a nearby brown rock and set it close to the stage area when she isn't watching
>You got something fun planned
>Soon after, the two ponies that left are now back as five
>You almost recognize the three younger ones
>One, with a blank gaze and a flat voice raises a hoof at you
>"Pinkie Pie said you died."
>Without thinking, you point back at her
"I lived, babe! Such a feat was only possible through the Great and Powerful Trixie's abilities!"
>Trixie is a little surprised at how naturally you spring into action
>She's one for a quick wit and sharp tongue, but you've watched her so much and worked on your own flavor that you're sure to impress
>Even if you weren't impressing anyone, you sure wouldn't show it
"But, of course, who am I to upstage the Mysterious and Beautiful Trixie? Give it up for Trixie, the All-Skilled and Glorious!"
>Though the small gathering is lukewarm at best, they indeed clap their hooves together for her
>Trixie goes through her normal routine, speaking of how she has recently taken up to fortune reading and future telling
>When she mentions having made wishes come true, she blushes for a moment and looks at you
>Ever the paragon, she weaves the last few days into her tall tales, of how you managed to find carrots in a desert, find dry firewood in a marsh, and even foretell the future and defy fate
>Given very few know what a human can and can't do, you back up her claims with various poses, noises and the occasional muscular flex
>When she finishes her mystifying tales, she actually steps back
>For you to take center stage!
>"And now, the Mysterious and Enigmatic man known only as Anonymous-in our world, anyway-will show you true strength and wonder!"
>The quintet clap for you as you take to the stage
>Having skillfully arranged a series of rocks, you 'randomly' pluck them out of the ground while discussing what humans eat
>Of course, humans eat anything
>Including dirt
>Wood
>The very rocks, themselves!
>Even hardened steel and manmade vehicles that fly through the sky!
>You do mention a magical condition known as Pica, so you technically aren't wrong at all
>You begin to juggle the four sizable stones while telling stories of wit, guile and dexterity that only a human possesses
>While you don't notice it, Trixie ends up watching from the front of the stage, a sixth member of your audience
>You really aren't sure of what you're doing or what you're even really saying but the momentum keeps you charging forward at a somewhat coherent rate that occasionally stops
>To mention a focused detail worth hanging onto
>After 'tiring', you mention how that you think you need a snack
>You end up with your stones in both hands, putting both handfuls into your pockets
>And then you bring it out
>The peanut butter bar, shaped just enough to look like the brown rock from a distance
"And you know what's weirdest about being human?"
>Given the slightly stale nature of the peanut butter bar bit, it audibly cracks as you bite into it, jerking your hand to make it a clear snap
"You don't even know when you're eating something unusual..."
>The entire crowd reacts
>Trixie, herself, gasps at the sleight
>You didn't really tell her that you were planning this, after all
>"Anonymous, you didn't?!"
>The old grey mare nearly faints!
>Two of the three younger ponies look at you like you're crazy
>The third, the one who mentioned Pinkie Pie, silently stares
>You can almost see a tear slide down her face
"I mean... could you imagine just eating something like a rock and not even knowing it?"
>You take another loud, crunchy bite out of it
>It's a nice little way to have a meager brunch at least
>The second bite really drives the point home to the crowd
>"Anonymous, your teeth will crumble!"
>Trixie really seems concerned about you
>Her tone is so genuine that even the other ponies look at her like this wasn't a part of the show
>And, indeed it wasn't part of her show
>By the time you finish the bar, you've gone into how you once ate a wagon wheel, pointing to one of the wagon wheels on Trixie's wagon
>Indeed, it did look new as well
"So really... I think it's best that I've always gotten paid in food instead of bits. They're the same to me anyway, right?"
>You bow, beckoning Trixie to the stage once more
>She seems taken aback by the entire affair, but she recovers beautifully, expressing how much you've eaten her out of hearth and home since the last trick that had thought to be your fatal end
>By the end of it, you're working off of each other, adding little sleights and tricks between the dual exposition
>After another juggling act, minus the brown rock, you bring one of the rocks up to your mouth
"And to cap it off, should I have another snack...?"
>The stonefaced pony shouts, pointing at you
>"WHAT DID THE ROCK DO TO YOU?"
>You chuckle and set the rocks down
"You miss that one rock, huh..."
>You groan as if your stomach hurts
"Oh man, you shouldn't have said that now. I think..."
>"Anonymous, you shouldn't have!?"
>Trixie still isn't in on it
>You turn around and double over, loudly coughing
>You also manage to slide the brown rock out of your pocket and into your mouth
>In a dramatic reveal, you spin around with the rock in your mouth!
>You look at it as if it came out of nowhere and pluck it from between your lips
"Man... it still tastes good too."
>You set it down at the front of the rock line
>While the group is low energy, they're audibly ecstatic
>Trixie, herself, is baffled
>When the show is officially finished, Trixie bites your hand and drags you to behind the wagon
>"What did you do, you could have broken every tooth in that mouth!"
"Shh, I'll explain it later."
>"Trixie will not have you break your teeth for amusement!"
"Relax, it's fine!"
>The hushed argument dies down when one of the younger three ponies trots around
>"Excuse me."
>It's that stone-faced one again
>"It was very polite of you to cough up Clayton. I asked father and he said he was thoroughly happy with what he could only describe as 'jolly witchcraft'."
>Not the terminology you'd use but alright
>"We don't have a lot of money. The rocks have been brittle this season, and more are left brittle due to how much you made them crack up at your jokes. Would food be acceptable instead."
>You're not sure if she made a joke or not
>You glance at Trixie
>She was short on food
>"O-oh! Ah, um... yes. Trixie will accept any food you wish to give! Please, give as much as you can, Anonymous might eat my wagon wheel again!"
"It's true, I'm a lot taller than her. I might do it."
>The monotone pone looks over you again
>"Pinkie Pie didn't tell me you could eat rocks. Don't eat any more, you can have real food instead."
>She leaves as abruptly as she appeared
>She did have a little bounce in her step
>Maybe it was because that brown rock actually had some relation to her
>Good thinking on hacking it back up
>Trixie looks at you as if she couldn't believe it
>"They're... going to pay us! With food! And you ate a rock!?"
"Shhh, let's wait until we leave their property, right?"
>For a show pony that's traveled throughout all of Equestria, it must have been a really good trick to surprise even her

>You spend the rest of the day talking with the family
>Or at least Maud Pie, the pony that just didn't seem to know how to enunciate beyond a dull roar
>Evidently the six ponies you were friends with were searching all over Equestria for you
>Given how you are, the description didn't have to be all that detailed to pin you down
>Trixie didn't say all too much during that
>She looked guilty
>You stuck to your story, making it out to be one big misunderstanding
>It's hard to know for sure if she believed you
>But she did believe that you ate a rock and coughed it up in one piece
>By the end of it all, you felt that much more comfortable about things
>A lot of details were still missing from your head, but you remembered enough to be happy with the affair of things
>On top of being given a half dozen freshly baked loaves of bread and enough stone soup to fill Trixie's kettle, you were paid with a heavy bag of oats and cornmeal
>The variety was maybe a little lacking but it was enough to almost make Trixie faint on the spot
>You think it had something to do with your pica talk
>You weren't sure but you heard what could only be Maud's mother whispering to Trixie about how she shouldn't let such a creature feast on her wagon of all things
>As long as it got you more food, you were fine with playing up the 'hungry monster' aspect
>By the time you left, the sun was already on it's way down
>A few hours away and it was time to set up camp again
>With firewood obtained from a few dead trees near their land, you had enough to start an actual fire with!
>There were more than enough rocks laying around for God's sake to make a fire pit with
>Despite all of the good fortune and stocked pantry, Trixie didn't seem all that talkative with you
>You were sitting together at least
>Sharing a loaf of bread, you nudge into her
"Bit for your thoughts, Madam Trixie?"
>She smiles at you but she doesn't seem too excited
>"Anonymous... you really were fantastic back there. To even use that bar ration I gave you. Did you really go so long without food for that one trick?"
>You shrug
"To be honest? I was hoping I could use it as bait to capture an animal or something. But it never panned out. I was just thinking that I could really get more use out of it as a tool or something to haggle with if push came to shove."
>You nudge her again, this time tapping the side of her snout with your portion of the bread
"I turned a fraction of a full bar into all of this. Come on, I've had to impress you now, right?"
>Trixie inhales, grinning at you
>"Very well. Trixie approves of your wily ways. She is very proud of your quick thinking."
>She watches your face shift
>"...did you not want Trixie's praise?"
>You feel so happy you could cry
"Madam Trixie... I really wanted to impress you for a long time. I never wanted to upstage you or anything, but I did want you to see what I could do and... I guess win your approval."
>She gives a haughty chuckle
>"And indeed you have won it quite gracefully! Even Trixie was completely at a loss for your unique talents and stories. Trixie would be quite confident in saying that no pony in Equestria could see through your shroud of mystery."
>Though she's happy, she sighs, leaning against you
>"Your friends seek you, Anonymous... Trixie's scheme went too far, and now you are seen as among the dead. Trixie can not fathom the heartache they feel..."
>You shrug away the thought
"What's to worry about? We go back to Ponyville, we let them know... and all's good, right? We can even put on a show for them, show them just how much I've learned while traveling with you."
>You put your arm over her
"You could even find a way to consider it... an extravagant play, to abscond."
>Trixie looks at you with a shocked expression
>You've been surprising her left and right today
>She shifts, rubbing her underside against the smooth ground
>"...Perhaps Trixie has granted a very serious wish without realizing it..."
>You shrug and nod
"Maybe. But Madam Trixie..."
>You smile at her
"Perhaps I could grant you a wish as well, as a way to thank you for all that you've done for me?"
>The Great and Powerful Trixie is the Stunned and Silent Trixie
>But you can see her wand start to poke out from under her
>Given how bright the fire is, seeing the pink against her blue is impossible to not notice
>"Trixie... T-Trixie offers you... a trade, Anonymous."
>She stammers but tries to save face by turning her nose up at you
>Her wand flares and pulses hard, oozing a bead of magic that's quite reflective in the fire's light
>"A... a wish for a wish? Not between master and apprentice... but... perhaps as partners?"
>Your only answer is a kiss on her lips and a hand on her wand
>Her back to the fire, she mounts your lap, using her magic to slide down your pants
>"Anonymous... give Trixie a real show."
>As she rests her weight on your lap, your wand slides into her
>Your imagination couldn't prepare you for her sweltering heat
>Her wand was always hot to the touch but this was another realm entirely
>Reaching down to grasp her crystal balls, you watch the tip of her wand throb and bloom
>With it right between your two faces, you grasp hold of it and push it towards her mouth
"Trixie... would you like to share dessert with me?"
>She devours the tip of her own wand, letting out a long, wailing moan that makes her entire body shiver
>You share the affection, tasting the side of Trixie's great and powerful wand, as well as the tip of her tongue
>Upon contact, your tongues intertwine and fight over the flat, blooming arena of her wand's flaring cap
>Huffing and breathing, trying to sync up, intensifies as she rocks on your lap
>Though the obscene noises of wish granting, Trixie pulls her mouth away from her wand
>"Anonymous, this is... Trixie can't handle...!"
>You reach out and grab her by the mane, pulling her into another kiss with her wand in between
>Your other arm wraps around her, anchoring her to your coupling with the strength a unicorn could never hope to match
>Not that she would dare escape such life-altering ceremony
>Unable to hold on any longer, Trixie erupts, thick, warm magic spraying your face and hers
>You lean forward, tasting her thickest magic, and immediately pull her own head toward yours
>You watch her eyes roll up into her head as she sprays down her own throat
>With her obscene face and her taste on your tongue, your own magic floods her body
>That very moment, you wished for the Great and Powerful Trixie to be yours, to hold close and to journey all of Equestria with
>You get the feeling that Trixie may have wished for the very same thing

>You feel something on you
>A little groggy and with a particularly unique taste in your mouth, you look down the source of the weighted comfort
>It's Trixie
>And she looks... rough
>The fur all around her face is matted and obviously out of place
>It almost feels like she's a little stuck to you, too
>But she looks so relaxed
>You're quite content as well
>Fondling her without touching yourself for days was borderline insanity
>You had always fantasized about this day but now that it happened... you're at a complete loss
>What do you do?
>What do you say?
>You've been told a lot of mixed stories about what might happen if you were to ever... do what you did
>But you can't help but get excited at the idea of there being consequences
>You drag your less dirtied hand up to Trixie's face, stroking her down to her shoulder
>"Mmm..."
>She leans into your hand
>Has she been awake?
>You've just been staring at her like a dork
>Shit
"...Madam Trixie, are we awake?"
>She inhales and nods slowly
>"Indeed I am, Lord Anonymous."
>Lord?
"Did I win a title?"
>Refusing to open her eyes, she nods twice as much
>"Indeed you did. The Great and Powerful Trixie does not love common stallions. Indeed, you aren't a stallion at all."
>She peeks at you with one of her eyes opening
>"The title suits you. You'll need to get used to it if we're to become partners."
>Another dream come true
>She truly is great
>You want to celebrate... but with her hind end still on your lap
>...
>Maybe you can still celebrate
"Madam Trixie..."
>"Mmm Lord Anonymous?"
"Something tells me you have another wish to make."
>The way she gyrates against your lap, it's true
>"As skilled as I, when it comes to reading minds... we do not have a show coming up. And we have food..."
"Let the wishing begin."

>Over the course of the following seven days, you and Trixie are inseparable
>With each new show, no matter how small, you use your experiences from the previous show to build up your own mystique and lore
>The Man Who Fell From The Sky was a mysterious title Trixie advertised you as, finding a new world of novelty to attract customers
>By the end of the seven days, the wagon was chock full of supplies!
>Not much was needed, of course, between one man and one mare
>But it was enough to last an entire month
>The profiteering turned Trixie into the happiest mare
>You knew that sometimes it was hard for her to get by, and she was terrified of genuine labor or back breaking work
>To be fair, you were too
>Eventually, you make it back to Ponyville
>A lot of the ponies are hesitant to give Trixie a warm welcome
>Until they see you
>Evidently you were a pretty common face
>You even meet with your six friends again!
>They were all in various forms of anger, relief, surprise and excitement
>But all had some form of negative reaction to Trixie
>Though it was difficult, the two of you had far more experience bouncing off of each other so you managed to weave a very... Trixie-esque story that even convinced Twilight that she thought it was a little too convenient that she had the reflexes and wits to save your life
>By the end of the story telling, you and Trixie had piled on so many compliments that Twilight offered to launch you into the sky again whenever you felt the need
>You generously thanked her
>But asked her not to
>Despite your home being in Ponyville, you traveled with Trixie
>The way you saw it, your home was her home
>Which means whenever a vacation was needed and familiar faces were required, there would be a house to return to
>Trixie argued that her home was wherever you were, and her wagon
>Which wasn't wrong
>But you mentioned that a stationary home would be preferable for starting a family

>Ten months later
>You've started taking bits as payments and tips rather than food
>Mostly because the wagon became so stocked full of utensils, trick items and various types of food that it became downright impractical to hoard so much
>The wagon got a few upgrades as well
>A pair of straps were made for you to pull with, with the weight on your shoulders
>A comparment was added at the very top, along with a few steps on the corner of the wagon, for you to stash spare clothing and a single, larger sleeping bag
>It was big enough to fit four ponies, but also big enough to fit one Anon and one Trixie
>With how much her belly had grown, you were more than happy to take to pulling the wagon while she walked at your side
>Of course, you never missed a night of wish making, and granting
>It became almost a full blown tradition to wash her every morning
>After all, the Great and Motherly Trixie demanded that much more adoration and worship
>Once more, you stride into Ponyville
>And once more, Trixie acts as the hype gatherer and announcer
>"And might I add, has put a pair of fillies in my belly! And to believe that he even ate a rock!"
>More than half of Ponyville showed up
>The rock eating feat became a cornerstone of your mythos
>Whenever someone brought a larger, actual rock for you to devour you'd shirk away citing the near mythical Maud Pie for striking a deal with you to not devour any innocent rocks
>Not many people knew if she was even real but the fun was in how you constantly twisted the timeline of events and how details were replaced or rearranged
>"But enough of me, here is! The Great! The Myterious! Loooord Anonymous!"
>You vault over the wagon from the back, making use of a springboard that had been installed on the side of the wagon
>You really weren't an acrobat but ponies were notoriously easy to impress
>You had since changed up your attire
>Your entire outfit was made of the same pattern of Trixie's own cape
>You even had your own cloak
>Human-sized apparel isn't cheap so you hardly wear it
"Ponyville, my home! Once I was but a common man, but through the feats, adventures, and treasure found with my Great and Powerful Paragon of Pure Magical, Magnificent Might, I return once more!"
>You have a fanclub of a handful of colts that hoot and holler the loudest
>You overheard one say that he was just jealous that you had a mare like Trixie
>One of the ponies, a new face, raises up his hoof
>"Hey, what are ye a lord of? Y'got any land or somethin'?"
>The entire show comes to a stop
>You glance and Trixie and she glances at you for a fraction of a second
>For the entire duration of your travels you've never actually had to explain that bit
>Lord really isn't the same as Madam either since it usually leads to being the lord of something like a castle
"Well..."
>The gears of your mind are a well-lubricated machine
>Trixie's magic helped keep things buttery smooth
"I suppose it is time that I face the music, and admit my past. I am indeed a lord, from my own land! I have traveled to Equestria, just for the honor of amazing you!"
>"Wut's the name o' yer land then, guy?"
>He sounds more curious than mocking
>The crowd go from facing him to facing you
"The land I am from. The land I am a lord in! Is known as Dee Znuts!"
>The crowd collectively gasps and cheers
>Yet another notch to your lore
>These ponies are really easy to impress
>But Trixie saw the true value in you
>Just as you saw the creativity, guile, and showmareship in her
>Together, you may hitch the wagon up and become an important fabric of Ponyville's entertainment
>Together, you may seem like a normal couple that have their hands and hooves full with parenting
>And together, you may even seem a little odd due to just how you always have Trixie's great and powerful scent on you, and she always has your scent on her
>But the show will always go on
>Because no matter how smart or dim a pony may be, they'll always be in need of a good story