Originally uploaded to Pastebin: December 10th, 2013
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It's another theme day!
Today's topic, as the title suggests, is Big Macintosh.



...Wait no that's not right...

This story was an experiment into female POVs. Please don't expect anything good.

Update: God damn I hate this story.
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>A flash and bang cause the audience to gasp.
>You grin at their shock and pull away the curtain covering the explosion.
>A pony sits on a small podium, dazed and confused.
>"Where... Where did I just go...?"
"Voila!"
>The audience cheers and stomps their hooves as you bow, removing your magicians hat as you do so.
>Straighten up and put the hat back on your head, turning to the pony that just reappeared.
>"I-I saw dark things."
"That's normal. Don't worry about it. Back to the crowd with you."
>He scampers off stage and stands next to his friends, the same traumatised expression on his face.
>The face of a pony that has seen things no pony should see.
>Like hydra mating season.
>Striking an exaggerated pose, you beam at the large crowd before you.
"That's all for today, folks! Be sure to tell your friends about the wonders and mysteries that come from the greatest show in Equestria--"
>Flick your hand, causing fireworks to erupt from the sides of the stage.
"The superb and magnificent Anonymous!"

>Life as magician is pretty amazing.
>You make a living doing what you love, and these ponies adore every second of it.
>It makes you wonder though, why would they get so hyped up about magic tricks when they all have magic anyway?
>Back on Earth, a display of levitation is something only a god of magic can pull off.
>The first thing you saw here was a unicorn levitate an apple up to her mouth.
>Sighing happily, you remove your hat and cloak, placing it on a stand and walking into your kitchen to make some superb and magnificent snacks.
>A sandwich is what you crave, and a sandwich is what you shall eat. For only a magician of your calibre deserves such a fine treat.
>Sit on the sofa and play around with a coloured handkerchief you pull out of unsuspecting ears while you chomp on your meal.
>Tastes magical.
>Looking over at your calender, you have one more show tomorrow, then you're done for the month. A whole week of relaxation and planning your next set of shows.
>It's going to be stellar.

>Wake up the next day and launch yourself from your bed.
>Time to get this show on the road.
>Scrub your teeth, fix up your hair and make sure you look handsome enough.
>You do. As always.
>Flash yourself a smile and head downstairs.
>Pluck the black hat and cape from your stand, both of which are adorned with gold stars and moons, carefully stitched in by yourself.
>Head out the door, pop the hat on your head and chew on an apple as you head into town, your bag of tricks in a free hand.
>As you approach the stage, you see a few early birds already waiting.
>One of them sees you coming and nudges her friend.
>"H-hello Master Anonymous!"
>Smile and wave.
"No need to call me that miss...?"
>"D-dunebug!"
"Dunebug! I'm not above you. So there's no need to call me master. I am but a humble magician."
>Bow towards her.
>She blushes and tries to avert her eyes.
>Her friend snickers at her embarrassment.
>Continue on to the stage and start setting up.
>The crowd is getting larger now, and it looks like it might rival yesterdays for size.
>Amazing how zealous the ponies are about shows. But then again it's a small town. What could possibly be that exciting here in Ponyville?
>Clear your throat and open your mouth to speak.
>"COME ONE! COME ALL! COME AND WITNESS THE AMAZING TALENTS OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL - TRIXIE!"
>Freeze in place.
>What.
>What?
>Turn your head towards the voice.
>Another stage is next to yours.
>Blue unicorn wearing a stupid looking hat and cape is gathering a crowd of her own.
>She looks over at you, and is visibly shocked.
>"Who are you supposed to be?!"
"-I- am the superb and magnificent Anonymous!"
>"And you are looking at the great and powerful Trixie!"
>Glare at each other for a minute, silently daring each other to make a move.
>Hear a pony in the back shout out "Oh gods there's two of them!"
>"This is -Trixie's- turf, ahh... uhh, what exactly are you?"
"Human."
>"HUMAN! This is turf belongs to Trixie. And you would be wise to give her space while she renders this crowd awestruck with her amazing talents!"
>Fireworks explode on cue, making a few ponies in the crowd "oooo".
>This bitch.
"Listen up, Tricky."
>"Trixie."
"Whatever. Today is my last show for the month. Just pack up and wait for tomorrow, you can perform then without interfering with my schedule--"
>"Trixie operates on her own level, and is above your pathetic "schedules"!"
>Ouch.
>"Trixie shall perform today. Here and now. And you shall wait your turn, or Trixie shall deal with you personally!"
"Oh yeah? Well guess what?"
>She ignores you.
"Your hat is stupid. And your magic is shit."
>The crowd gasps.
>You can hear a pin drop.
>The wind has stopped and no birds are chirping.
>Trixie's head rotates slowly to look at you.
>Her face looks like the physical manifestation of blind rage and unfathomable hatred.
>"WHAT. DID YOU JUST SAY. TO TRIXIE?!"
"Your cape is shit too. Deal with it, nerd."
>A blue beam slams into your chest, launching you backwards and off your stage.
>Crash to the ground, your shoulder taking the brunt of the fall.
>You hear a scream from the crowd.
>Glance at your cape.
>It's all muddy.
>Grit your teeth and growl.
>Pick yourself up and march back onto the stage.
>Trixie is smirking at you.
>"Now, Trixie shall begin her sho--"
>She stops mid-sentence, a shocked expression on her face.
>A hoof reaches up to her mouth.
>She coughs several times and pulls out a bright red handkerchief.
>"Wha...?"
>Trixie starts coughing violently, spitting out handkerchief after handkerchief, each a different colour.
>She goes blue in the face from coughing.
>Or that might be her coat.
>Either way, she stumbles around on stage and slumps over, a last cough ejecting a black napkin with golden stars and moons on it.
>She rises to her hooves.
>Smile innocently at her.
"Need a drink?"
>The audience chuckles.
>Trixie screams in frustration and turns your clothes into spiders.
>Yelp and drop to the floor, rolling around and swatting at your body to get them off you.
>The spiders flee your body and scurry into to crowd, making several ponies cry out in fear.
>Stand back up, glaring at your enemy.
>She bounces her eyebrows.
>"Trixie likes what she sees, human."
>Look down at your dick.
>...
>SHIT.
>Wave your hand and unveil a towel out of thin air.
>Wrap it around your body and try not to make eye contact with the crowd, half of which are blushing intensely.
>Dunebug is openly drooling.
>How can you top that? Ponies already walk around naked so it's not like--
>Oh. Of course.
>With a laugh, you snap your fingers.
>A shriek from your side draws the crowd's attention to Trixie.
>Whose blue coat just de-materialised.
>The pony frantically pulls her cloak over as much of her body as she can, her bare skin on show for all to see.
>You rub your stubble and contemplate your next move.
>Would it be going too far if--
>You are involuntarily transformed into a black Labrador puppy.
>No. No it wouldn't be going too far.
>Bark menacingly at Trixie, and several members of the crowd let out a "D'aww".
>Her mane and tail hair falls off, leaving a completely bare pony.
>She unleashes her biggest scream yet.
>"HOW -DARE- YOU REMOVE TRIXIE'S LUCIOUS AND FLOWING MANE!"
>With a zap of magic from her, you are back to your human form.
>And you can't stop dancing.
>Shit.
>The crowd laughs at your spectacular (terrible) and memorable (nightmarish) moves.
>As you perform a one-man tango, you manage to turn Trixie into a colt.
>(S)he responds by turning you into a woman.
>The stallions in the crowd are instantly paying more attention to you.
>Fucking oppressive males and their patriarchy.
>Trixie teleports over to your stage as you dance.
>Your breasts bounce around and the sudden lack of your dick makes you feel extremely uncomfortable.
>Otherwise you would be completely okay with this sudden gender swap.
>A voice in your ear stops your dancing.
>"Trixie would like to settle this once and for all."
>And with a flash, you both disappear from the stage.
>When you reappear, you seem to be in a cramped trailer of sorts.
>Another flash of light reveals Trixie, still in her stallion form.
>Narrow your eyes.
"What did you do, Tr--"
>Cover your mouth in shock.
>Your voice sounds so weird like this. It's much higher.
"...What did you do, Trixie?"
>The stallion smirks.
>"Trixie merely transported you to her... -His- trailer outside Ponyville."
>He runs a hoof along the wooden walls.
>"Trixie travels with two trailers nowadays. He has learnt from when he lost his old trailer to an ursa minor."
>He tuts and closes his eyes, casting a spell that restores his coat and mane to their former glory.
>Flex your fingers, ready for anything.
"So what's the plan? Beat me up? Silence me? I take my magic very seriously, Trixie. I'm not going to be bullied into giving up my spot."
>Prod his chest forcefully.
"You will wait your turn. And you'll deal with it."
>Trixie bites his lower lip.
>"Trixie likes the new you. You're much more alluring this way."
"Don't be so... What?"
>"You heard Trixie. Perhaps we can come to an agreement. Something that benefits both of us."
>Trixie gently pushes you so that the backs of your legs touch the side of a small bed.
>"Here's your chance, Anonymous. Let's make some magic."
>You're getting flustered, and your face is burning red at what Trixie is implying.
>The stallion's eyes look over your entire body, taking their time on your breasts.
"S-stop it, Trixie. I'm not doing this."
>The unicorn laughs.
>"It's not as though you ever had a choice, Anonymous."
>He jumps at you, tackling you onto the small bed and wrestling with you until he has you pinned down, ripping your towel off you in the process.
>Stare fearfully up at the pony on top of you.
>He licks his lips and pushes them against yours.
>Your eyes bulge as his tongue slips through into your mouth.
>Push him back with your hands and wipe your mouth in disgust.
"Trixie, STOP!"
>He grunts and tries to get another kiss in.
>By now he's fully erect, and his throbbing cock is pressed between the two of you.
>The warm, leathery rod feels strange against your naked body. But not unpleasant.
"I'm warning you, Trixie. Stop this now. Or you'll be sorry."
>He chuckles in response, the cramped space forcing him close to you, meaning that he barely has to whisper his answer.
>"Trixie hasn't had release in a long time, my little human. He would appreciate it if you would 'accommodate' him."
>He pulls back and lines himself up at your hairless entrance, which is still bone dry.
>If he tries something, it'll hurt like hell.
"I'm not made to take something that big, Trixie. It'll hurt me!"
>"You'll be fine."
"No! I won't! Trixie do-- AAAH!"
>Trixie attempts to enter you, the flared tip of his dripping cock struggling to get past your folds.
>It feels like it'll tear you apart if it goes any further.
"THAT'S IT!"
>The stallion raises an eyebrow.
"I warned you!"
>The Great and Powerful Trixie's eyes widen, and his mouth opens up to cry out.
>He never does however, as you turn him into a rabbit.
>A blue rabbit. 
>With a very shocked expression on his face.
>A flick of your wrist pulls a top hat seemingly out of nowhere.
>Trixie squirms in your grasp as you stuff him inside the hat.
>Pull your hand back out, empty.
>Sigh, shuffling your position so that you're sat on the edge of the bed, still naked.
>A hand trails down and touches your entrance, still marked with Trixie's warm precum.
>You look at your fingers, glistening in the light coming in through the window behind you.
>Tentatively, you raise your hand to your mouth.
>Lick the tip of your finger.
>Trixie's juices are sweet, and thick.
>You savour the taste before licking the rest of the juice from your fingers.
>Not bad.
>...
>Glance at the hat sat next to you.
>In truth, you hadn't slept with a pony in a while.
>Not too many ponies out here who are in to humans.
>Trixie seems intent on you though.
>Running a hand over your smooth leg, you silently ponder the possibilities you could explore in this new body.
>Reach into the hat and pull out the blue rabbit by his ears.
>He has a terrified look on his face.
>With a snap of your fingers, Trixie sits next to you, his mane scrunched up between your fingers.
>The look of terror still hasn't gone, however.
>"Trixie saw dark things."
"Calm down, that's natural. I have a proposition."
>He eyes you cautiously.
>"What kind of proposition?"
>You rest a hand on his leg and a caress it.
>Trixie develops a sly grin.
>"Ah. Trixie understands. He knew you'd see sense."
"Oh shut up. I'm only doing this because I haven't been laid in a while."
>"Oh of course. That's what they all say."
>Trixie taps his nose knowingly.
>"But Trixie gets it."
>Roll your eyes and huff.
"Are we going to do this or not?"
>"Trixie isn't sure. Maybe Trixie wants an apology for being turned into a rabbit and being sent to... Where you just sent him."
"Okay. I'm sorry."
>"It's not going to be that straight forward. It might be a bit 'hard' though."
>He pokes the side of his now completely rigid shaft and winks at you.
"Come on! Can't we just fuck and be cool?"
>"Trixie demands a proper apology, or else he will force one from you!"
"So what's just stopping me from turning you back into a rabbit?"
>"Trixie knows that no pony else will have you. He knows that stallions around here don't like you that way."
>He's right. Your audience might have enjoyed your sudden transformation, but chances are they wouldn't touch you with a 10 foot pole.
>Sighing, you get on your knees and position yourself between Trixie's stretched legs.
>The pony smirks down at you.
"When we're done. You're going back in the hat."
>"Trixie doubts that."
>Eye his cock nervously.
>It's... Big.
>And smells funny. Not a bad smell, but foreign.
>You keep having to remind yourself that you're actually a guy, but in the presence of such a large 'specimen' you can't help but give into your curiosity.
>Reaching forward with a hand, you gently stroke Trixie's length.
>It twitches in the response, the various defined veins throbbing at your touch.
>The leathery texture is quite pleasant, and you stroke it all the way to the tip.
>A large flared head meets your hand, and the glistening of precum is already visible.
>Trixie's voice is quieter now, but still dripping with mirth.
>"Go on, Anonymous. Apologise."
>You put your head forward until your nose is inches away from Trixie's cock.
>The smell is enticing now.
>Drag your tongue up it's length, from the balls to the flare.
>Trixie shudders.
>"Again."
>You lick Trixie's shaft again, the stallion letting out a barely audible moan.
>For a while you are content with just licking Trixie's length, the skin now glistening with saliva.
>As you drag your tongue once more from the base to the tip, you start feeling more frisky.
>Your lips are starting to feel wet, and sending a hand down there to investigate confirms that you're enjoying this far more than you expected.
>Trixie notices this.
>"Well well well. Looks like the pet is enjoying her treat."
>Growl.
"If you're not careful, the 'pet' will bite."
>The stallion lets out a short laugh.
>You abandon the last scrap of male dignity you might have had and go all out on Trixie's cock.
>A free hand cups one of his balls, and gently massages it. Your fingers squeezing ever so slightly and rolling it between your fingers.
>Wrap your lips around the flared tip and suckle on the precum for a second, enjoying the lasting taste of Trixie's juices.
>The stallion leans back slightly, deep breathes escaping his lips as he watches you work with lust filled eyes.
>To your surprise, Trixie's girth isn't as big as it seems, and you have no real difficulty sliding the flare past your lips, as well as a good measure of shaft.
>Trixie gasps, the sudden warmth and moisture surrounding his twitching cock catching him off guard.
>"G-go on~"
>Bring your head up, the flare popping out from between your lips, a string of saliva connecting the tip to your lower lip.
>Before Trixie can say anything, you take half his length in your mouth.
>You marvel at your own ability to not gag and listen for the sounds of your 'rival' moaning with increasing frequency.
>Your hand continues to fondle his balls, your other hand works the base of his shaft, reaching the areas your mouth cannot.
>Pull back slightly and play around with the tip of Trixie's dick with your tongue.
>An idea forms in your mind, and you try not to smirk as you send your tongue slightly inside Trixie's urethra.
>"AaaaaAHN~! Th-that's not--"
>Trixie's cock pulses, and your eyes widen.
>Pulling back, you release the length from your mouth, the dripping wet cock gleaming in the light.
>Smile and lean forwards, then plant a kiss on the tip of it.
>Trixie cries out and a spurt of white hits you in the cheek, followed by several more bursts of warm, sticky cum.
>Your face is painted white by the stallion, a few loads hitting your chin and dripping onto your breasts.
>He flops backwards onto his bed, panting.
>Wipe some Trixie-goo from your face and sample some.
>Tastes even better than the precum.
>Standing up, you look down at Trixie.
>He gazes at you, his eyes darting all over your upper body, most of which is covered in his seed.
>"A-Apology accepted..."
"Shall we move on?"
>"Of course. Just... Just give Trixie a moment."
>Roll your eyes and wait for a while for the overwhelmed stallion to recuperate.
>Eventually he rolls over and fixates on you.
>His eyes are filled with a hunger.
>A hunger with which you are all too familiar.
>Laying yourself down on your back on the bed while Trixie shifts to give you room, you spread your legs for him.
>The stallion bites his lip and lines himself up at your entrance, which is now soaking wet and ready for anything.
>He presses the flare into you, your lips parting easily this time to grant him access.
>You let out a sudden "aah!" as the tip breaches your lower lips, the stallion above you gasping.
>"You're tighter than Trixie expected."
"Y-you're smaller than I expected."
>Trixie scrunches his face up and you manage a short laugh.
>A small victory that is short lived as he pushes the rest of his length into you.
"Oh god- Aaaah~!"
>The stallion continues pushing until he's hilted.
>You were, of course, lying about him being small.
>It feels like every inch of you has been filled, and your walls stretch around the huge length within you.
>Trixie's warm body presses against yours.
>He lifts his head slightly so that your eyes meet.
>His magenta eyes gaze at you, unwavering.
>Slowly, he pulls back, his flare dragging along your walls and causing you to softly moan.
>He likes that, and pushes back in, enjoying the noises you make every time he moves even an inch.
>Your mind is going blank from the sensation of his cock methodically pumping into you.
>Eventually, Trixie gets into a better position, one hoof on either side of you, his eyes still staring into yours.
>Wrap your arms around his neck and plant a kiss on his lips as he begins thrusting into you.
>The feeling of his furry body rubbing against yours as his legs slam into your thighs repeatedly is too much.
>Your back arches and you cry out, your impassioned voice bouncing off the walls of the small trailer.
>The trailer in question is shaking from force of Trixie's fucking, the stallion letting out a short breath every time he thrusts.
>Squeeze his neck harder, your hands grabbing handfuls of his mane and holding on for dear life while he fucks you into submission.
>Feel your climax coming, and whisper "I'm close" into Trixie's ear.
>He replies with "Trixie knows."
>Bloody horse.
>You let out one final cry - your loudest yet - and clutch Trixie as your body tenses up.
>Tremble and ride your your orgasm, your juices squirting all over the bed below.
>Trixie's cock pulses inside you, and he manages to blurt out "Trixie is--" before he starts pumping you with his seed.
>The pair of you pant and hold each other as Trixie fills you.
>After a moment, he slowly pulls out.
>It's torturous to feel his flared tip scraping the inside of you while you feel so tender.
>With a final gasp from both Trixie and yourself, his cock leaves you.
>Cum drips from your ravaged entrance, and your partner slumps sideways, resting next to you.
>You both bask in the afterglow for what seems like an hour, until Trixie's turns his head towards yours.
>"Anonymous?"
"Yeah?"
>"Trixie has a proposition of her own."

>Two hours and a few gender reverse spells later.

>"COME ONE!"
"COME ALL!" 
>"COME AND WITNESS THE AMAZING TALENTS-"
"-OF THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE!-"
>"-AND THE SUPERB AND MAGNIFICENT ANONYMOUS!"

The End