> The Great and Powerful Snails
>  by Michael Hudson
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> Underestimation
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	Knock, knock.

Trixie slammed her toothbrush down as she spat into the sink. She scowled at her disheveled appearance. It was far too late for visitors and they were dead wrong if they thought they would get to see her in her yoga pants and night shirt. She meant to sound stern, but the words were muddled by a yawn she tried to stifle. “Who dare disturbs the Great and Powerful Trixie at such a time of night?”

“I-I didn’t mean to disturb you, oh Great and Powerful Trixie.”

Trixie groaned to herself before smiling and running her magic down through her hair to make it presentable, even for such trivial company. I suppose I can deal with him for a little bit. Who knows, maybe I can get him to pass out again like on his eighteenth birthday? Trixie chuckled to herself as she came out and flicked the door open with her magic.

Standing in the doorway was a young man with orange fur wearing a sweater and tan pants. Oddly enough for him, he had a backpack on that Trixie immediately started using her magic to pull items out of. “Did you bring me something?”

Snails grasped a large leather book that he quickly shoved into his backpack before pulling out a bag of tea. He took the small black bottle Trixie had and gave her the tea. “I was hoping, if it wouldn’t be too much,” Snails pursed his lips for a moment. “You have a bit of spit on your erm, chest.”

Trixie shot him an annoyed glance before looking down. “The Great and Powerful Trixie does not.” Trixie stopped as she saw a small wet spot on her shirt and scowled as she hoped it wouldn’t stain. Snails smiled at her, but she knew the perfect way to get him to stay humble as she undid the top button of her night shirt and flicked the spit away.

Snails’ eyes zoomed in on the cleavage Trixie was very suddenly showing. It didn’t help that the small blue shirt was too small for her giant chest, but without a bra her breasts had always been more than merely apparent to Snails. At least during the one or two times I’ve seen her like this before. Snails smiled and softly asked, “Can we talk?”

Trixie bit her lip as she considered what the tea might do to her want to sleep. “What type of tea is this?”

“Chamomile”

“Good.” She led the young man through the mountains of mess that cluttered her cart/house before finally she gracefully slipped into the kitchen. Snails, however, found himself tripping over a loose sheet of paper and getting half buried by a pile of stacked books. Trixie noticed him staring up at her, a little bit of drool coming out of his mouth. She furrowed her eyebrows before remembering just how tight her yoga pants were and that she was standing right over him.

She put a foot over his eyes as she blushed hard. “And what exactly do you think you’re looking at?”

Snails let out in a panicked voice, “No-nothing. I swear oh Great and Kind Trixie!” His head rocked back as she kicked off of his face. The position he was in did have its perks though as Trixie bent over with her tail firmly between her legs. Her ass was perfectly outlined by the fabric though, and Snails loved every detail of the black frame.

Trixie put the kettle onto her one burner before turning back to Snails with a yawn. “So how can the Great and Powerful Trixie possibly help her biggest fan?”

Snails cleared his throat loudly and clenched his hands into fists before calmly asking, “Are we friends?”

Trixie put a hand to her chest and frowned at Snails. “We’ve known each other for five years. The Great and Powerful Trixie would be quite offended if suddenly we weren’t friends.”

Snails breathed a sigh of relief but continued to stare at his hands. “Would you be willing to do something for me  as a sign of friendship then?”

Trixie scowled to herself but quickly shook it off and decided that keeping Snails around would be better than simply saying no to some silly request. “And how may the Great and Powerful Trixie be of service?”

Snails gulped hard as he looked into her sultry purple eyes. However, it also pained Snails that she had donned this expression so many times, and never once followed up with anything. Maybe tonight? “Can… can I get a kiss?”

“You have to be joking, right? You are barely eighteen and you want a kiss from as great a woman as Trixie?”

Snails immediately chuckled nervously and shook his head. “Of course not, oh Great and Powerful Trixie. However, I was hoping you might put on this small removable tattoo, at least for tonight.” It almost broke Snails’ heart to do this, but he had to.

Trixie looked at the small piece of plastic. She almost laughed when she saw the little snail that was the stupid little image. However, she could only forgive Snails for being so impetuous when she saw just how sad he looked. I suppose that’s what he gets for trying to aim for the stars. However, he has been my friend for a long time.

“Fine, I’ll even place it close to my heart.” Trixie delighted in seeing the utter shock as she slowly undid two more buttons of her shirt. At this point her mountains of flesh were almost entirely visible, and a trail of drool became just as apparent from Snails. She bent over and gave him full view of the space between her breasts and saw his eyes start rolling back from overstimulation. However, he came back as Trixie’s hands came in front of him and placed the tattoo directly between her breasts.

Trixie felt a shiver down her spine as she felt Snails’ hot breath against her vulnerable breasts. She sighed as she thought about all of the other stallions she could be doing this with, but at least Snails’ could get her ready for her nightly fantasy. “Do you like what you see?”

Snails felt tears brim his eyes as he shook his head. “I don’t know.”

“Are you saying the Great and Powerful Trixie’s heavenly bosom are too little to excite your simple mind?”

Snails eyes bulged and he ran into the kitchen as he heard the kettle go off. Trixie came in after him, hearing him softly starting to sob. She bit back her pride and put a hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t we sip tea and talk then my faithful companion?”

Snails was silent until they sat down and then curled up in the fetal position. “I don’t want to just be your companion. I need, need, to know that there is more to our relationship then me just bringing you things.”

“I thought you liked me bringing you things?”

“I do. I love being with you because I love you and always have.”

Trixie swallowed hard instead of simply spitting scalding hot tea into the poor man’s face. “Snails… the Great and Powerful Trixie wishes she could respond in kind. However, she finds nothing in you even the slightly attractive and likes our current relationship. You are her closest friend, and that is why the Great and Powerful Trixie is willing to do something as silly as put a stupid tattoo between her breasts.”

Snails sniffled as he stared at her before finally submitting to what he had known was the inevitable. Trixie furrowed her brow as Snails’ horn glowed brightly and sweat came down his brow. “Snails, what are you–purple.” Trixie was stunned but she had found her attention grabbed by her wondrous purple cape as a flood of energy came from her chest.

Looking back to Snails she took in the muscles she had never noticed before and strong handsome jaw that outlined his kind face. Her mind drifted to memories of all the times she had mocked that face and the man behind it. She found herself giggling even as a corner of her mind was screaming in panic. 

Snails now brought back out the black bottle and a small white rag. “Don’t worry Trixie. It is a simple,” Snails paused as he looked into the distance as if distracted by a  memory. He shook his head furiously. “Enchantment that causes you to share my sight and thought process. It takes a lot of… focus though.” Snails put a hand to his head, almost getting himself with the chloroform.

“Wait. Snails. Help.” Trixie couldn’t focus on her words, but was instead finding her mind far more curious about the rag that was now in front of her face and the sickly smell that came off of it. It wasn’t long before Trixie’s mind found peace again and she collapsed against the ground.

Snails sat there for a few moments before leaning down and focusing to turn the spell off. He traced a hand around Trixie’s face, his heart hammering as the results hit him. “I… I did it.” He glanced back at his backpack and picked up the leather book. “Thank you. I couldn’t have ever thought of this without you.”

He turned back to Trixie and once more bent down to her. He was finally going to get what he had always wanted and watched as the fur around his target moved in time with his breath. Her scent was intoxicating and Snails found his tongue reaching out for his reward. He hesitated for a moment but finally found blissful release as his lips locked with Trixie’s.

Snails relished in the moment finding a calm his mind had only found once before. No distractions, simply the joy of his tongue wrapping around hers and their two bodies pressed together in tender embrace. It was too much for the inexperienced and excited man as he felt his crotch tighten and release. However, Snails could care less. This was the second greatest moment of his life, trumped only by the first time he had ever seen her and she had invaded every other thought.

He left her clothes alone, finding satisfaction in the simple act of passion. Gently picking her up, Snails gave her another peck on the forehead and felt a chill run down his spine. “Don’t worry Trixie. I’ll take care of you, I promise. I love you, and maybe this will let you find a side of me to love.” Snails felt tears run down his face, but he couldn’t figure out why he felt so sad when he had finally gotten his wondrous Trixie.
> Fear and Anger
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	Trixie groaned as she rolled over on the cold stone floor. Realizing she was not getting back to sleep, though, she sat up and leaned against the wall she was chained to. She tried pulling the metal collar fastened tightly around her neck off, but as usual, it didn’t budge.

She sighed and made the mistake of imagining her magic busting her out. The inhibitor ring on her horn immediately responded and started to vibrate in time with her magic, sending a wave of pleasure down her body which also broke her concentration. Trixie curled her knees into herself while tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

How long have I been down here? I would guess maybe three days, but I’ve been asleep five times since I arrived. Then there is the problem of this stupid tape. Trixie tried to push her tongue through the tough gray tape over her mouth, but nothing but magic could remove the tape.

A shiver ran down her spine as she considered all he had done to make this possible. She was in a large stone tiled room, the only source of light a hanging lamp. A lamp that was only on whenever Snails came down to see her. At least he has let me keep my clothes, though I doubt that will continue to be the case.

She flinched as she heard the door above her open. The light turned on soon after and she was blind for a few moments as pain blistered her sight. She was still facing the ground when Snails slid a plate of food in front of her. Trixie winced as the tape slowly removed itself. She sighed as it stayed in the space just over her mouth.

Looks like we won’t be talking today. She had tried other times, but soon figured out that Snails only seemed to come down to feed her and make sure she stayed hydrated. He was also extremely patient and had spent almost a whole day watching her when she had attempted to refuse to eat. He ended up starting the stupid little tattoo’s enchantment though, and she was far too hungry for the food to not dominate her attention.

When Trixie had finished her simple meal, Snails quickly gathered the dishes to bring them back up to his kitchen. He almost forgot to put the tape back on but was quickly reminded as Trixie whimpered from the darkness’ return. “Please leave the light on. Just this once? The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’t like the dark.”

Trixie flinched as she heard the door slammed, and started softly crying in her little corner. Snails stood on the other side of the entrance with tears coming down his face as well. Use their fears against them. That way you can take that fear away and be seen as their hero. That is what the book said, so just continue listening to the book.

He flinched at the thought. He had put off step two for over a day now, but he wasn’t sure if he could do it and sustain the treatment. Snails shook his head, trying to clear the rogue thoughts and worries. They didn’t stay away for long, quickly returning as he filled a large bucket with water and soap. Snails made sure the water was warm, but his heater could only do so much.

He dragged the tub back to the living room and uncovered the entrance to the basement that held Trixie. He dragged the tub down the stairs, using half magic and half his own strength in order to attempt any sort of stability as it slammed on each step of the stairs. However, Snails’ mind was almost constantly losing focus and Trixie saw water splash down the steps before she saw Snails and the tub.

“He-hello Trixie.” Snails lowered his eyes as she glared at him. They were the first words he had spoken to her since that night, but it was obvious that time had not caused her to forgive him, at least not yet. “I brought you a nice warm bath. I thought you might wanna feel clean. You can even talk while I wash you.”

Trixie waited for a few moments after the tape was removed before speaking. She knew she had to be careful, had to appeal to Snails’ innocent mind. However, Trixie’s blood boiled as she saw the bulge within Snails’ pants. “Fuck you.”

Snails looked away, his whole body tensing as the words crashed into his mind. Trixie had never cursed at him, no matter how far a stupid trick to impress her went. The words of other ponies crashed into his mind as a tear came down his face.

She just coddles you.

You’ll always be a little boy to her.

She’ll never respect you.

Snails took a deep breath in and then calmly walked over to Trixie before barely whispering, “That was the plan.”

Trixie’s body tensed as his hands came around and gently brushed against her breasts. They didn’t go further though as he undid the buttons on her small nightshirt. As each button came undone, Snails' hands shook more in anticipation. No one could blame him, though, as his eyes were assaulted once more by the sheer amount of flesh that was contained within the shirt and the simple fact that Snails knew he would finally see them completely bare.

Snap

Trixie’s arms flew up and clutched at the night shirt, attempting to keep it over her vulnerable chest even though the last button had popped off. Snails came around to her front and took a few moments to marvel at the view before snapping out of it and continuing the process.

Trixie fell as Snails leaned forward. “If you think I’m letting you rape me that easily you have another thing coming.” Calm down Trixie. You can’t afford to screw this up She watched as a soft yellow light surrounded the waist of her pants. Her hands came down onto the pants as fast as one of her fireworks and the light instantly disappeared.

She breathed a sigh of relief before feeling a drop of drool fall onto her head. She glanced up and saw Snails reaching towards one of her exposed nipples. “Don’t you daIIIEEE!” Trixie immediately cursed her sensitive nipples. The touch only stayed briefly as Snails attempted to refocus on his plan and moved his hands down Trixie’s stomach which only won him a glare from his captive beauty.

“If you stop right this instant, The Great and Merciful Trixie will not contact the authorities and will forgot ab–mphf!”

Snails stared at the ceiling as he tried to focus. “I’m sorry Trixie, but I want you to call yourself Trixie or use I, and to call me Ma–Master. Understand?” Snails flinched as Trixie’s glare did not drop. He slowly braced himself as the tape left her mouth.

“Who the fuck do you think you are? The Great and Powerful Trixie does not deserve this and will be freed this instant. You have always been a small incompetent little kid that she let stick around to look smarter by comparison. The Great and Powerful Trixie will never call you master and she will laugh as you pay for this extreme act of stupidity.”

Snails looked up into Trixie’s eyes, and she felt a chill ran down her spine as the tape covered her mouth again. “Why do you think I have to do this, no matter what? Besides, there is no turning back, not now. Now let’s get you clean.”

I’m going to be raped. He’s actually going to do it. Trixie’s arm swung upward and the blow to the head stopped Snails from pulling off her pants. He stood over her, towering over the scared woman. He raised a hand, his face trying to look angry and imposing, but then brought it back down as tears started to stream down his face.

“I-I won’t hurt you Trixie, I promise. Now, lets get you in the bath.” Snails brought the large tub over and reflected melancholically, I couldn’t keep it warm. He gestured to the tub and waited for Trixie to get in. After a few moments he moved back over to Trixie and started up his enchantment as she raised her arms. The blow came still, but not with as much force as before. However, he was far too sad and distracted to keep it going as he slid her into the bath.

Snails slowly undressed in front of Trixie, and she swallowed hard as he removed each article of clothing. She had never noticed before but it now horrified her to realize just how much of a man he had become. He was still wiry, but his body was well muscled and kept in great shape. A shape Trixie would have found very attractive under other circumstances. And then his pants dropped.

The throbbing member that was suddenly presented to her was big. Too big. It was larger than any she had seen in her life and she started screaming against the tape with the thought of what it would do to her delicate insides. Trixie found she liked her organs right where they were!

Snails removed the tape. “What is it?”

“Th-tha-, you don’t expect The Great and,” Trixie paused as she saw the tape come closer to her mouth, “Trixie to take that, do you?”

Snails glanced down at his exposed member while the blush continued to grow on his face. “I’m sorry. Snips is always telling me that I got the short end of the straw with this. I hope I can still please you with it. Luckily my book includes instructions on that part.”

Trixie turned her head as she tried to avoid the tape. “What type of idiot are you? And what book could possibly-” Trixie was now cowering against the side of tub watching as small drops of precum came out of its tip.

“Please Trixie, I don’t want to have to hurt you, so show me a little respect. As for the book,” Snails paused as he glanced down at the soaked pants and exposed pair of enormous blue mountains in front of him, “I found it visiting my mother in Canterlot. She was trying to teach me about sex, and I found a book that told me how a man could get any girl to see a new side of him and fall in love with him. A book about getting a girl to see the master within.”

Snails tried to shut out Trixie’s muffled pleas. He had to keep going, or else he would never have her and he couldn’t allow that to happen. He reached back down and ripped her pants and underwear down. In front of him now lay Trixie’s pussy.

It was a cute pink, almost like coral within a beautiful sea of blue. Even though the whole thing was distorted by the water, he could still make out the small folds within that almost looked inviting to him. Snails licked his lips and leaned in closer just as Trixie’s knees pierced into his sides. This brought him face first with the pink flesh and water.

Snails almost couldn’t care about the water that now burned his throat, nose, and eyes. All he could focus on was her delicate flower and trying to recall what he was supposed to do with this. His mind flashed to an afternoon with Snips and his father’s video collection and what those men did.

Trixie felt her whole body tense and she tried to stop Snails by digging her knees in further. However, Snails’ tongue slowly dragging along her womanhood was still distracting, even if she was more pissed then turned on. And then it went in and started searching around her pussy. The water within her started swirling around, tickling the delicate nerves and sending shivers up and down her spine. However, the pussy play didn’t last long as Snails came back up for air.

His face was beet red as he suggested, “Shall we get started?” He leaned over Trixie and for a moment felt his cock rub against Trixie’s face. For a moment the thought of Trixie running her tongue along it flashed into his mind, but no such kindness came only more whimpering as Trixie tried to stay away from the dick.

Snails continued to get ready as he shifted his position to behind Trixie and started to slowly run the soap that he had grabbed along Trixie’s back. The fur felt fantastic against his hands, but it was also caked in dirt so he started scrubbing hard to get rid of the results of having left her here.

Trixie wanted to hate this. A small part of her could hate this. However, Snails’ hands were gentle, kneading into her muscles and fur and removing aches that had been developing over the days of inactivity and cramped sleeping. She didn’t even notice as Snails finished with most of her body and stared at the last three spots he had left.

Trixie did notice as he pushed her shoulder and then forced her to get on her knees with her ass sticking straight into the air. Snails’ hands gently traced against it before starting to pull on it. Oh god. He can’t seriously be thinking about doing me anally. I’ll never be able to sit again if he does that! However, Snails hands only dug deep into her rump instead of spreading it further.

Snails panicked slightly as he heard Trixie give out a squeak of pain. “Trixie?”

“You’re trying to keep it intact aren’t you?” Trixie knew she couldn’t stop this, but she wasn’t about to risk her body being damaged by his inexperience. However, she started regretting it as his hands carefully started massaging her thighs. Snails bent in low and started taking in the fine curvature of her soft posterior. He gently licked it and found her taste to be to his liking as he licked her fur slowly.

“Don’t you think it’s clean yet?”

Snails still spent a moment or two enjoying it before remembering that a better prize awaited him. He slowly turned Trixie over and gazed longingly at her lips and wished he couldn’t imagine fifteen different reactions to the kiss, and that at least one of them was her kissing back. Instead, he glanced down at Trixie’s bosom.

It was large, no one would deny that. However, most decided not to take in the small dark blue freckles that hid beneath her fur. They didn’t admire the gentle care she put into attempting to make sure her breasts could move but would never fly out during her performance, even though they were too large to conceivably hold within a bra that the broke magician could afford. However, Snails had noticed. He always had noticed, just as he noticed everything that was Trixie, including the fear in her eyes.

He shut out those eyes piercing into his soul, leaving them to the back of his mind as he bent over her breasts. The soft fur reminded him of her ass, but the flesh yielded further than any other part of her body, his hands sinking deep into the mounds. He pushed the breasts upwards, bringing the pink nodes that were her nipples up to his face.

Trixie couldn’t help but let out a short moan as Snails lips locked around the excited nub. It quickly became hard in Snails’ mouth as he massaged it furiously with his tongue. However, even with the excitement Snails felt, he still only gently gripped her breast with one hand. Trixie’s moans became louder as Snails figured out that her whole breasts were sensitive and that he could be rougher and not hurt her.

She tried to ignore the biggest distraction to her hopes of keeping control and that was the monster that rubbed relentlessly against her thigh. It scared her, but with the acceptance of her fate she couldn’t help but be curious about how it would feel. Will it hurt, or will he continue to listen to me and it might just be… no. It can’t be good, not like this.

A gasp came from the blue girl as the grip on her nipples became a vice. She felt warm seed spread out against her leg and continue pumping out as her fur became covered in Snails’ large load. He panted against her, enjoying the comfort that was brought to him by having Trixie so close to him. Trixie saw an opening.

She steadied her breathing and attempted to smile at him through her fear. “Just leave it here. We don’t need to fuck. You’ve had your fill and you know The Great and Powerful Trixie doesn’-” Trixie sighed inwardly as the tape came back onto her mouth.

Snails pushed Trixie against the side of the tub, now standing over her with a cock that was still stiff, and now Trixie took in the two large balls that were underneath. At least I now know where that spray of cum came from.

“No Trixie. I have to. It’s the next step to getting you, and I can’t wait any longer. But, just give me a warning before I start so that I can make sure you enjoy it too.”

Trixie thought as she felt the sting of the tape. There was no way Snails was serious, but she had to at least try to keep her body intact. “Gently. The… Trixie has never liked being dominated, so don’t just shove it in.”

Snails felt a pain in his chest as she mentioned domination. I’m not dominating her. I’m just keeping her here. I won’t hurt her, that would be domination. He positioned himself over her hole and took a deep breath.

“Please, please don’t. Snips lied, and Trixie is afraid of your dick. I’ve only had one before, and I don’t want my pussy to be useless for after I get out.”

Snails felt a tear roll down his face. “Of- of course. I’ll be careful not to harm it.”

She will show resistance. Time will break that resistance and bring acceptance, but only if you stay focused and continue proving yourself. Snails kept those words in his mind as he took another deep breath

Snails finally put his tip in and felt a wave of pleasure roll through him as he continued to slowly inch his way into her. Trixie’s inner folds parted for him with resistance, but he waited for them to yield to his gentle pressure and felt ripples of happiness flood through him as Trixie’s small squeaks reached his ears. Each little noise brought Snails confidence until he finally decide to surprise Trixie. She screamed in pleasure as Snails thrusted deep into her, but he was stopped four inches from hilting her.

Trixie’s folds wrapped tight around his cock, and he Started dragging his cock slowly out. However, he still wanted to attempt to hilt her and slammed back into her. Trixie bit into her lips to try not to give Snails the satisfaction, especially since there was still a rough pain in her pussy. It was simply too big, but she was terrified by the simple thought of growing used to it.

Snails was taking deep breaths in time with his thrusts, but he was losing his strength fast. He had hope to get Trixie to cum to help her learn how good this could be, but it was still hard to not cum from the exquisite pleasure that was her folds wrapped tight around his dick. He thrust back in and could tell one more would get him access to more, get him all the way in. However, Snails moaned, “I’m about to..”

Trixie’s eyes went wide. “No! Don’t you fucking dare you fucking moron! If you do it I will never forgive you.”

He should thrust once more. He imagined the bliss of blasting through that wall and cumming deep inside her. The book even encouraged it, but it was too much. He still loved her, and couldn’t bear the thought of forcing his child upon her. When we have children she will want it.

Trixie gave out one more reluctant moan as the full twelve inches were dragged out of her. He mock thrusted one more time and Trixie shut her eyes as her clit was teased by the massive cock against her. Cum sprayed over her stomach and tits, every inch of Snails’ body wracked by the orgasm. He collapsed on top of her, but only got to enjoy the afterglow for a moment before gently massaging her body as he got the cum off of her. He was silent as he went to work, and didn’t say a word as he left. Trixie’s sobbing cries hurt him too much.

Trixie shut her eyes to the darkness that descended over her. She cried to herself, thankful that she didn’t give in. She had been so close to cuming and the thought that she liked this at all brought back painful memories of stallions in her past. Each one she wanted had simply wanted her body, but she never was a whore, never wanted just sex. But why did she like it now? Why did she wish she could get off?

Trixie curled up tighter and whispered to herself, “At least this won’t happen often.” She glanced up as she heard the door open back up.

Snails came down the steps with her normal performers clothes and a blanket in his hands.“I thought you might get cold without clothes, so I hope these will help. And maybe we can curl up in the blanket tomorrow after we have sex?” Snails hung his head low as he heard a whimper come from Trixie. “I’m sorry, but I plan on doing it everyday. I have to.”
> Panic
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	Knock, knock.

Snails froze as he stared at the front door. He had just come up from the basement and still needed to cover up the entrance. In fact, he still had to close it!

“Open up. This is Silver Badge from the Ponyville Police Department.”

Snails dropped the plate with Trixie’s lunch as his heart hammered in his ears. “Yes sir. However, could you possibly come to the back instead? My living room is a mess.”

Snails waited a few moments before hearing the gruff voice call for him again. “You could at least be waiting for me.”

“Of course. Just one moment.” Snails picked up the dishes and clambered over to the kitchen to open the back door.

“You know it’s raining out there, right?”

“Sorry sir. Um, do you have someone waiting for questioning? You don’t normally come and visit.”

The light gray man ran a hand through his faded red hair as he sighed. “I’m sorry kid, but I’m here on more serious terms. Turns out your crush Trixie has gone missing. Someone finally bothered looking into the trailer instead of simply assuming she was being smart and hiding.”

Snails swallowed hard as he started cleaning the dishes. “How long do you think she’s been gone? I mean she could have simply been gone for a few hours and the person missed them.”

Silver shook his head slowly. “Nope. Even a rookie could tell that it’s been at least a few days with the amount of dust in there. Magnify estimates the kidnapping to be about a week and a half ago.”

Snails started the coffee maker in his kitchen which was met by a mumbled thanks from Silver. Snails sipped on a glass of milk before asking, “I’ve never seen a kidnapping before in Ponyville. What makes Magnify think that it isn’t a simple missing person? There is the Everfree nearby.”

Silver watched Snails fidget for a few moments before shaking his head. “Sorry Snails, but I’ve said too much about the case as it is. I’m supposed to be investigating your house and questioning you about Trixie.”

Snails’ glass shattered onto the tiled floor. “What… what makes you think I did it?”

“You’re the only pony who still talks to her. We don’t really think you had actually did it, but we were hoping you might be able to tell us to call off the search. Save us all a lot of work no one wants to do.”

Snails stood up and glared at Silver. “This is Trixie we’re talking about. How could you possibly just shrug her off as nothing important? She’s been by often enough to be considered a regular guest of Ponyville, so why don’t you want to find her?”

Silver grabbed the coffee pot and took a long drink. “Because of her frequent visits. Everytime she comes there is always some new bit of madness that follows. Whether it’s her humiliating other ponies or lighting a few buildings on fire with her ‘new and improved’ fireworks. If she wasn’t kidnapped then we want to know so we don’t have to bring you in to interrogate Snips.”

Snails heart almost stopped for a moment as he heard that. “W-w-why would you interrogate Snips?”

“Other than you, he’s the only other pony who might want to keep Trixie in Ponyville rather then kick her out with a swift boot, even with the falling out on his seventeenth birthday.”

Snails cringed at the memory of that disaster. Snips’ eighteenth had been plenty of fun, but Trixie had come back on the day of Snips turning seventeen. He of course had assumed that she had finally returned after four months just for his birthday. However, Trixie had been so tired that she forgot who he was and he had almost attacked her in response. He had never come to Trixie’s with Snails since.

“Is there anything you can give us to help, Snails? We’re ruling you out for the moment because it was pretty hard to figure out that she had been taken instead of leaving, and we all know how you aren’t always the brightest bulb. This seems a little too... orchestrated for you. No offense of course.”

Snails breathed an inner sigh of relief and nodded. “I understand and no, I can’t help. I’m sorry. Though, can I possibly get the next few days off and maybe skip the Snips interrogation? I have a lot to think about right now.”

Silver nodded and finished his coffee. “I get that. Babbling will be sad to see you gone though. I could tell her to come over and cheer you up. Maybe even a little more.”

Snails turned a bright crimson and looked down. “I’m good. Besides, I don’t have a stream nearby so Babbling probably wouldn’t make it anyways. Tell her I look forward to the next interrogation though.”

Silver shook his head as he put his jacket on. “I would go for it. Seapony or not, I think Babbling Brook really likes you and that you need to forget about Trixie already, even if she ends up showing her face again. Got it?”

Snails stared straight into Silver’s eyes and the cop felt a chill down his spine. “I love Trixie. No one is changing that, not ever.”

Silver nodded slowly as he reached for the door. The door to the living room. Snails tried stopping him but it was too late and Silver stared at the door in the middle of the sparsely decorated floor. “Mind telling me what the fuck this is?”

“It leads to my basement.” Snails couldn’t think straight to save his life. He felt like one of the prisoners he sparsely worked with. Not enough focus on one thing to lie, and not enough willpower not to answer a damn question. Wow, I kinda feel bad for them now.

“And what’s in the basement?” Silver barely nudged his jacket but a shimmer from his pistol caused a cold sweat break on Snail’s skin.

“Stuff. Very important stuff.”

Silver bit into his lip. He looked at Snails and felt a fierce apprehension overcome him as he tried to imagine Snails as a kidnapper. And then there would be reporting such a sweet kid. He glanced at the dark hole in the middle of the floor. He couldn’t hear or see anything, but he should still go down and check.

One more glance at Snails and Silver brought his hands to his forehead. “Too much work. Besides, I’ve probably just gotten too paranoid over the years. However, I need to know. You’re staying out of trouble, right?”

Snails was silent for a long time before finally answering. “I’m doing what I have to. I believe it to be right.”

Silver shook his head slowly. “Fine. Just make sure you remember what those two are, alright?” He left after Snails nodded, more then ready to go home and rest.

Snails collapsed onto the floor before curling up into the fetal position, the line all too apparent to him. Below him, Trixie was doing the exact same, having heard every word that was said.
> Hate
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	Snails pushed against the floor, wiping his tears away. The door was still in sight and he couldn’t risk anyone else finding it. I… I almost lost her. I can’t do this alone. Why did I think I think I could? Snails stood over the rug that now covered his floor as he thought of the big question of who.

His eyes flew open as he finally realized just how amazing an opportunity he had in front of him. We could all be together again! I know he’ll forgive her if he sees just how much I love her. Snails ran to the phone and started dialing.


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“So how goes the job at the station Snails?” Snips sipped on his cup of coffee as he tried to rub some energy back into his eyes.

Snails smiled at his portly friend as he noted the bags under his eyes. “It’s off and on like any job I get. They just don’t normally need me though, that’s all. How about you? I hear you got work at the mint.”

“Yeah. Pays good, but I’m the new guy so I get the night shift. Easy work though, cutting into gold every night.” Snips glared at the clock that hung in the room. “However, I’m always willing to take some time to see my best friend. Just don’t make this too long, alright?”

Snails nodded as he started tapping his fingers together and bit into his lip. Snips raised an eyebrow before asking, “What is it Snails?”

“Well–um–er.”

Snips rolled his eyes as Snails continued to stammer. He did it when I requested a speech on my eighteenth birthday, he’ll probably do it for the rest of his life. At least it means it’s something important. However, Snips did have to admit that it was really annoying to have to wait.

“I have Trixie.”

Snips spat his coffee into his friend’s face before scowling. “So that whole missing incident is just a trick? I should of known. What, is she upstairs right now?”

Snails shook his head and gestured for Snips to get up. He hesitated, but the amount of nervousness on Snail’s face only intrigued him more. The rug was quickly removed to reveal the basement door, and the two entered with Snails using his magic to hopefully cover it back up. Snips turned on the light so he could see, and they proceeded to go down.

“You know how creepy this is, right? Besides, why are you even showing me Trixie? You know I despise that selfish little—” Snips stopped on the stairs as he spotted her. She was currently in her performance clothes that showed off some cleavage and hugged her sexy body tight. The thing that aroused him the most though, was the absolute terror in her eyes. “Whore.”

He turned back to Snails, wondering the exact details of the capture, but then pushed them away for the most important to him, “Have you fucked her?”

Snails turned a bright red as he nodded. “I can’t keep hiding her though. I need her to stay though. The book says at least a month is needed unless outside circumstances come into to break her faster but it doesn’t give any examples for what that means.”

Snips arched an eyebrow. “Book? What glorious book would tell you to kidnap and rape Tri–” Snips flinched as his friend’s fist made contact with the wall right next to his head.

‘It isn’t rape.”

Snips stood in the tense silence for a few moments before swallowing hard as his morality kicked in. “Of course it’s not. However, why did you show me this? I have to go to the police now and report my best friend now. Damnit Snails!”

Snails gripped into Snip’s teal shoulder. “Please don’t. I need your help, please. Besides, maybe this will help you two bond and become as close as you once were.”

Snips scowled as he muttered to himself, “Only way me and her are bonding is if she–” His eyes opened wide as he looked back at Trixie before grinning wide. “You know those ‘outside circumstances’ that book of your’s talked about? What if it means another cock?”

Snails furrowed his brow before realization dawned on him. “You mean having another person fuck her?”

Snips grinned even more as Trixie gave a muffled protest. “Regardless of how much I disapprove of the girl, maybe I could be persuaded to like her enough to let my best friend keep her if I got to ram my dick into her pussy.”

Snails shook his head. “Not the pussy. That hole is for making love so only I’m allowed to use it.”

Snips couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was going to get the best gift of his life. “That shouldn’t be a problem. I will lay claim on her other holes then, starting with the backdoor.”

Snails bit into his lip before reluctantly nodding. I don’t want to share her, but maybe Snips is right and this will help? He undid the tape as he walked over, but covered his ears as Trixie started screaming.

“Don’t you dare touch me! Snails, don’t you dare let him touch me! Ple–” She stopped as she heard stone scraping right next to her ear.

“Quiet bitch. And show a little more respect to your masters.” Snails undid his pants as the glow of his horn faded and revealed his cock. The portly man wasn’t very attractive, and his maybe six inch cock didn’t help her disgust.

No wonder he tried to lie to Snails. Compared to Snips he’s a god. Trixie smacked herself mentally as Snails got undressed as well. Stop it, even if you know just how little everyone… She looked down as tears filled her eyes once more.

She yelped as she felt a draft against a suddenly exposed crotch and saw Snips staring at her with his horn aglow. He did his work quickly as he sliced her outfit to ribbons, finally pulling her away from the wall with her ass hanging high in the air. She looked back at him and saw the hate, the torment, all that she had done in the last five years coming back to hurt her.

She glanced back at Snails and saw the same nervousness and fear as she did every night. She knew of his want to show her love, and had even cum the last time they had been together. However, his cock would rip her in half. At least he wouldn’t be trying to hurt me.

One more glance at Snips made up Trixie’s ming and she crawled away from him before clutching Snails’ leg. “Um, Sna– Master, why should a vassal lAI!” Trixie cringed as her ass stung from the magical smack. “Like him get the honor of taking my anal virginity?”

Snails’ furrowed his brow. “Anal?”

Snips smacked his forehead before he sighed, “That’s what I meant by the backdoor.”

Trixie swallowed back the disgust for herself that was building and ran a finger along Snails’ exposed cock. “Please master. I would rather you take it then that disgusting slob. I know you’ll be gentle.”

Snails nodded numbly and she turned around before sticking her rear high into the air. Snails’ gulped as the light-blue tail slowly moved out of the way and he got to see the regular wonder to him that was Trixie’s pussy. Snails was almost at the point of passing out as he considered how far they had come in just a few minutes. Calling me master, asking for my cock, and now revealing herself to me? I’m not sure if I need to fuck her today to be happy. Snails cringed as his cock reminded him that this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen as well.

Trixie shivered as Snails’ tip pressed against her nethers. She had grown used to the fact that she got wet just by him pulling it out. In fact, today she was almost thankful. “Why don’t you take a dip in there before you violate Trixie further?”

Snips felt rage grow in him as Trixie tried getting out of her full punishment. “She’s playing you false Snails.”

Snails cocked an eyebrow up. “What?”

“She’s trying to make sure you don’t enjoy her as much. Besides, the master is obviously fake since she said violate. Just stick it into her ass and I promise you that it’ll be the best experience of your life.”

Snails bit into his lip. Snips had never led him wrong, but this was Trixie asking him not to stick it in dry. But he has a good point. Maybe she’s hoping she can avoid it, and I bet this is mentioned in the book in one of those extra sections. Snails took in a deep breath before asking, “Where am I suppose to stick it in?”

For a moment Snips merely stared at his friend in disbelief. He knew Snails had always been thought of as innocent but surely this had proven them wrong? Snips brushed it away and said, “Higher. You might have to spread her cheeks a bit as well.”

Trixie shivered as tears welled in her eyes. Please don’t find it. Please don’t “Eep!” She felt Snails stop after having roughly forced her ass apart, but some prodding from Snips got him to continue. A shiver of terror ran down her spine as she felt the tip press against her ass. However, she hated what involuntarily came with the terror: excitement.

Excitement that Snails shared in figuring out how this hole would feel or how it would be able to accommodate his dick when it was half its size in diameter. Snips was standing in front of Trixie and gestured for him to continue. Snails swallowed one last time before forcing his cock in.

It was tight. Unbelievably tight. However, it wasn’t the best feeling he’d ever felt as Trixie let out a scream of agony from the first three inches attempting to tear her apart. However, the scream was cut off as Snips stepped forward and shoved his cock into her mouth. Snails felt the squirming as Trixie choked on the cock at first.

“Don’t worry Snails. If it hurt that much would it be so hard to get your dick out?”

Snails glanced down at his crotch that begged for more action, especially as it was clamped down upon. That…makes sense. He put his hands onto Trixie’s ass and gave it a firm squeeze as he built confidence. His hands continued to rub the firm flesh before plunging further.

Snips hadn’t been quite pleased with his blowjob so far. The defiant glare from Trixie hadn’t been of any use to him, but then she was forced back down his short shaft as Snails resumed his thrusts. He bent low and whispered into Trixie’s ear, “I’m going to make you pay for all of the humiliation you put us through. Now, I would put a little bit more effort before I do something I might regret.”

Trixie’s eyes went wide as a clump of her hair fell from in front of her eyes and tears started forming as the pain became unbearable. She tried to push away from Snips’ hips, to not have to only deepthroat him. However, she hadn’t done anything more physical than Snails’ tenderly fucking her for the past two weeks so Snips easily overpowered her as he gripped her horn and forced her back to his balls.

Trixie’s tongue slowly wrapped around Snips shaft as she got used to Snails’ constant rhythm. She merely wanted this over with, the excitement that his cock had brought her at first being gone, replaced only by the neverending pain that were within her jaw and ass. Finally, her dams broke as she resigned herself to at least two more rounds of this torture.

Snails was already up to six inches and slowly forcing her ass wider and wider when Trixie started to shudder. He bent over and hugged her tight as he mistook the shudders of misery for pleasure. His hands found Trixie’s sensitive teats and started squeezing them as he picked up his pace. He was in bliss as Snips proclaimed, “I’m cumming!”

Snails panicked momentarily as he realized how close he was himself. However, Snips quickly added with a tone of triumph, “And the best part is that with these holes you can cum inside as much as you want.”

Trixie let out a muffled protest as her tongue tried to get out of the way. The vibrations mixed with the panicked tongue was too much as Snips felt his cock tighten and finally he found release. Trixie choked and gagged as the bitter taste filled her mouth and violently threw up on the ground as Snips pulled out.

Snails felt his release only a moment after Snips, but it was already too late. As he thrust one last time and blew his enormous load deep into Trixie’s bowels, she screamed. It wasn’t like anything Snails had heard before and it broke his heart, especially as she collapsed onto the ground, sobbing into the fetal position.

He looked down at her cum stained face, at the matted fur underneath her eyes, and the lack of wet, matted fur near her lower lips. Snails gripped into Snips who had wobbled over. “Perhaps… we should finish another time? When you’re expecting it and aren’t so tired?”

Snips glanced up at his buddy and saw only the normal naivety that always plagued those eyes. He couldn’t see the hurt or sadness that filled them as well. “But she is in prime condition to be finished off.”

“Are you going to actually enjoy it like this?” Snails pushed his friend and Snips almost fell over, the fatigue of his late shift and recent actions catching up to him as Snails ruined his afterglow.

He scowled and glanced down at Trixie. “You’re right. It’s not like the bitch is going anywhere.”

Snails nodded slowly as he led Snips up the stairs. At the front door to his house though, he was stopped by Snails. “I’ll give you a call when you can come back. I know the cops are already suspicious of you, and I don’t want them getting even more suspicious of me. Okay?”

Snips bit into his lower lip before slowly nodding. “Fine. See ya then.”

Snails weakly waved as he closed the door. He wanted to go down and see Trixie, but he also knew how much he had hurt her. He looked down at his hands and then at the crotch of his pants. I was terrible to her. How could I have done that to her and not realized? He crawled to bed to escape the horrors of what he had done, and quickly was asleep so his nightmares could begin.
> Care
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	Trixie shivered in the corner of her cold prison. She didn’t know how long it had been since Snips had come, but she had been alone ever since. She had long ago run out of tears, and her tongue ran over her cracked lips. She no longer pulled at her chain. In fact, she barely had the strength to lift herself upright at this point.

Her stomach rumbled and the normally dull pain turned sharp for a moment. Is this going to be my fate? To starve as a slave? She shuddered, trying to cry and make herself feel better. Nothing came though, and Trixie was giving up hope that anything would ever come. Why would it for a filthy, troublemaking whore like myself?

Creak

Her eyes immediately went up, but the light stayed off. Even if it would have burned her sight, it would have been better than this pitch black tomb. However, this illusion was broken as a small yellow light entered her vision. It still made her wince, but she could handle it.

Snails came closer and glanced down while Trixie backed away. He put down the tub of water and slung his backpack off. He pulled out a water bottle and held it up in the dim light. Trixie tentatively came into the light and he felt the pain in his chest grow as he saw the tear streaks on her face. “Drink slowly. Otherwise you’ll gag.”

The two sat their for a few minutes as Trixie moistened her dry mouth. Snails then moved her over to the tub where she could clean herself while he levitated food into her mouth in small bits. The two did their duties in absolute silence.

“Trixie, are you okay?”

Trixie turned to him as she climbed out of the tub and replied in a small squeak, “Yes.”

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Snips…”

Snails put a hand on her shoulder, tears starting to fall down his face again. “I swear he won’t come back. I swear I won’t do that to you again. I… I only hope you can forgive me.”

Trixie looked deep into his eyes and felt a twinge of pain within her. She still had to attempt to take advantage of this though. “Let.. me go.”

Snails almost said yes. Almost fell into his grief and let go of his beloved sweet. However, he simply couldn’t. Not without at least attempting to make it up to her and continue this charade a little longer. He slid over and pulled a key from his pocket. A tiny clink bounded around the room as Trixie’s restraint fell to the floor.

She glanced up at him and Snails only attempted a weak smile while he pushed her to lie flat on the floor. His arms then slid around her back and knees and he grunted as she left the ground. Snails was very careful, clutching Trixie tight to his chest as they moved upwards. He wished he hadn’t had to leave the door open, but otherwise he would have had to put her back down on the cold stone.

He quickly closed the cellar after having placed Trixie on the couch. It was night outside, and Trixie breathed a sigh. Of relief or despair she did not know. All she knew was that no one was coming to find her tonight.

However, she was slightly distracted as her weight sunk into the yellow couch she was on. She snuggled into the soft fabric and let out a small moan as her muscles relaxed for once in so long. She tensed slightly at Snail’s touch, but he didn’t attempt to do anything as he simply rubbed her back.

The rubbing became more than that as Snails rubbed deeply into the tough tissue. Trixie’s moans of relief turned into sweeter moans of pleasure as she found release from sores she had forgotten about. However, she tensed up as something hard poked against her rear. The hands immediately stopped and she felt a tear fall onto her. “I won’t. I swear.”

Trixie turned over and placed a hand tentatively on his face. “Um.. would master like to remind Trixie of better days?” She slowly opened her knees and blushed as she realized her pussy was glistening with her own juices. Snails swallowed hard as he took in the inflamed pink fold, but then shook his head.

“I–I don’t want to do it here. I want to show you where you would stay if you decided not to head back out on the road, or if you came back from time to time and back to me.” Trixie tried to stand with him, but immediately collapsed. Snails dove to pick her up and just barely managed to wrap his arms around her chest. She blushed further as the pleasure of her master touching her like this again ran through her body.

As the two walked, Trixie whispered, “Where are your parents? Why haven’t they found me yet?”

Snails smiled at her. “Them? They moved to Canterlot about two years before you arrived in Ponyville for the first time. They bought me this nice little house and for a while they even had hired someone to take care of me. They said they didn’t want to have me getting picked on in Canterlot schools because I could be a little slow.”

Trixie squeezed his arm lightly. He tried to sound like it didn’t bother him, but not even Snails was that dense. He sniffled and continued, “They give me a monthly allowance. Enough for food and the utilities.”

“But I thought you worked?”

Snails opened a door that was located in the upstairs of his house and the two slowly entered. “I do. It’s for extra money. Money to save so I can do stuff like this.”

Trixie took in the bedroom. It was very posh and must have cost him a fortune. The bed was large enough for three people and the closet on the side took up almost the entire wall. There was even a large bookcase with magic books of every sort. And at the foot of the bed was a chain. A chain just long enough that someone would have free reign of the room.

She glanced at the window. Snails cleared his throat. “It’s a two way mirror. You can see out, but people can’t see in. This is your bedroom Trixie.”

Trixie tried getting out of Snails’ arms and promptly fell against the bed. The sheets were made of silk and had her quivering in pleasure as she thought about a good night’s sleep. She turned back to Snails and saw him smiling slightly at her. He then widened his eyes and smile and ran over to a metal plate in the wall.

“I forgot the best part!” He opened the plate and started to pull on a rope. After only a minute or two, a small sandwich and a bottle of water appeared. “It also has a bell connected to the kitchen and my room in case you need me.”

Trixie just watched in awe. Snails had done so much for her, and though she knew some features were for her containment, it was also very touching to the woman who had always had so little. She laid back on the bed in bliss but a thought kept her awake. “You did all of this for me?”

Snails sat next to her on the bed, a bundle of her clothes in his arms. “Of course I did. It doesn’t matter what what everyone else thinks, you are the most important thing to me Trixie. I... I love you.”

Trixie gently laid her hand on his thigh. “Then let me go. I promise to not rat you out, and I may even come back to stay the night every now and then, but let me go!” She gripped her throat in pain as the last words were screamed.

Snails glanced down. “I like having someone around, and besides, you need to recover. Please just, just give me another week and a half. You’ll have been here a month and we can part ways. Maybe, maybe I’ll even have convinced you to stay.”

Trixie stared at the ceiling as his soft hands tucked a blanket in around her and he rolled her up tight on the bed. She tried to move her foot, to try and attack him, but the thought of a week and a half left was too distracting to give thought to a fight. It’s not like I could escape anyways.

Her head swayed with Snails surprisingly toned ass as he left. Besides, why would I want to escape?

No Trixie! Don’t think like that. You need to get away from this horrible master that cares for you more than any other person ever has. 

No, not that either, you don’t want to hurt the boy, especially since even his parents have abandoned him. 

But he has been raping you this whole time!

But is it rape?

Trixie’s mind froze at the thought. The words hung there as one of her hands slowly drifted downwards. He hadn’t touched her since Snip’s visit either. She hadn’t only been without food or water, but also the odd happiness she found in those kind, gentle, arms. She gave a soft moan as one of her fingers circled around the moist folds. Those arms that loved her.

She gripped her head with her other hand as the thought of her loss of freedom burned through her skull. However, the loss of freedom came with security and love and drove the finger to stop merely teasing and dive into her quivering pussy.

Her mind waged war with her heart and a part of her mind that had submitted itself to the love and containment. In response, her hands kept her only on the brink of release. One moment her hand would be deep within her and touching her most sensitive spots. The next, it were barely rubbing her inner thighs.

The one on her head finally came off at some point and gripped her breast. Immediately her moans became louder as her body writhed against the comfort of the sheets. Squeezing and pulling her nipples were erect in moments and she was biting into a pillow, trying to avoid yelling for Snails, even though she wanted him badly.

Finally her mind agreed on a conclusion and she screamed into the night with her desperate orgasm. She shook on the bed as the pleasure flowed out of her and she came down from the high little by little. She looked at the clock and whispered to herself, “Just survive to the end of the month, and you’ll be fine.”
> Joy
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Snails popped his head up as he heard a small ding. He glanced back and smiled as he heard the clang of the dumbwaiter. He opened it and pulled the dishes out, barely any remnant of the stew he had made last night still clinging to the china. He placed the dishes into the large sink and quickly got to scrubbing.

He only had Trixie for a couple more days, but these last few had been more then enough to make himself feel better. She had always called him master, always was willing to smile if he asked, and then there was the sex. Snails couldn’t help but blush as he thought of how willing she had been. Not that she is the one initiating it or anything, but everytime she places those manicured hands on her thighs, it sends chills down my spine.

Snails breathed in deeply, staring at the soft purple wall paper of his kitchen as his mind ran away with him, enjoying thousands of different scenarios with his beloved at once. The two of them dating, settling down, and having children was definitely amongst his favorites. However, these thoughts were interrupted by a rough cough from a familiar voice.

“How have you been?”

Snails swallowed hard as he looked down at Snips. He knew what he had to do for Trixie, but it almost didn’t help. Almost. “You can’t see Trixie.”

Snips stepped back and furrowed his brow. “What?”

Snails stepped forward and frowned before hardening his gaze. “You can’t see Trixie again. You’ll hurt her.”

Snips blinked a few times before giving a small chuckle. “What makes you think I’m here for that… woman?”

Snails faltered. He hadn’t thought about that. “Oh, I’m sorry. Um, I’m doing well. You?”

Snails put on a false smile as he tried to contain his rage. He had been expecting to get what he deserved today. “Hurt, actually. My best friend gives me the best gift on the planet and then says nothing for two weeks. When I finally get back, the ungrateful dick decides to buffalo-give on his gift and protect the person who has made both of us–”

Smack!

Snails was breathing hard and stared at his hand for a moment. he hadn’t meant to, but at the same time it felt so right. He straightened the arm with one finger pointing. “Leave, Snails. Trixie and I talked about how you lie to me. How you think you can use my ignorance to your advantage, and keep me as your own assistant. I won’t listen to it anymore, and I want you to leave. Now.”

Snips gazed into the blurry eyes of his “best” friend. This orange man who now stood between him and what he wanted, and yet had always been there before to help him get everything that he wanted. If it weren’t for Snails, he wouldn’t even have the job at the mint. However, Snips only saw the obstacle, just as he had always seen Snails as the lesser of two henchman. A tool, and now that tool was broken.

Snips horn started to gently glow as he stated, “Snails, you don’t want to do this.” Snails’ own horn’s light grew in intensity as Snips spoke. “She lies and tricks–”

The two spells fired at once. A gash opened up in Snails side as he was thrown to the side while Snails’ spell caught Snips right on the horn.

Snips tried to stand up, but everything spun. The purple in the room, his own gray fur, all of it was absolutely fascinating. I didn’t know there were this many shades of wood. His attention immediately switched to the harsh blow to his back, and then the pull on his coat. Wait, I know what this is! This is Snails’ house. No! Focus!

Snips turned back to the orange man. He was wearing a light blue t-shirt that read “Go Cops!” on the front in large, glorious, yellow letters. However, the side of it was torn up the side and stained red. I got to turn off the stove when I get home! Stop succumbing to this damned Tourette’s spell!

Snips was actually impressed. He knew this was Snails’ signature spell, one that made you see the world in his retarded state of mind. However, it took a lot of concentration, and the pain in his side would normally have broken it. Snips planned to soon fix this.

Snails collapsed as a harsh fist slammed into the side of his kneecap and a spike of pain flooded up his body. However, the spell stayed, and they were finally at the back door. As Snips was pulled up, he firmly headbutted Snails.

The spell broke and Snips felt a spasm of pain run through his head as his mind tried to slow down. The pain was amplified as he heard a crack when Snails swung back and slammed his skull back into the gray unicorn’s. The two stumbled, Snips out the back door, Snails back into the house.

With a weak kick, Snails closed the door. His horn glowed for only a moment as it dead bolted. Snips was on the other side, and he hadn’t seen him move. However, Snails couldn’t really care at the moment. Sorrow ate at his soul and pain at his body. He wanted sleep, and the trickle of blood down his face made the option all that more tempting. His eyes slowly closed, the world starting to fade with each moment.

“Master! Master!”

Snails’ eyes flew back open as he heard Trixie’s screaming. He bent and winced in pain. He placed a hand on his side and thanked Celestia. The cut bled a good bit, but it still felt shallow. Though maybe I shouldn’t have tested the depth with my fingers. Snails got up and limped over to his medicine cabinet. Once a rough dressing was applied and the bleeding stopped, at least for now, he wobbled his way upstairs.

Trixie almost screamed when the orange mass slammed onto the floor. She held her breath, a deep fear setting in that the red stain on his side was fatal. Freedom didn’t cross her mind, at least, not freedom like this. She rushed over to him and could just brush his cheek when the chain stopped her. “Snails?”

He turned and gave her a slight smile. “I’m okay. A little woozy is all.”

She couldn’t help but giggle at the higher than normal pitched voice. It faded quickly though as Snails tried to get up and then collapsed again next to her. She placed a hand against his face and then moved it down to the bandage. There wasn’t nearly enough pressure for the type of wound he had received.

Trixie started the hazardous process of undressing as she noticed the head wound. She swallowed hard and remembered the small medical class she had taken to make sure she could take care of herself on the road. Keep him talking. If he sleeps, he will be as good as dead.

“Did this happen because of me?”

Snails took in a shaky breath as he tried to focus his eyes. The dizziness of blood loss made it difficult, but that shining blue face gave him great motivation as it tried to smile at him. “I… I guess. Snips and I had been growing apart anyways. I guess I just had grown complacent as he asked me to do weirder and weirder things, never questioning it because he was my friend.”

“That… that is a real shame.” Trixie pulled tight the redone bandage and put her hands to her sides. She felt a small grip on her left hand and turned to see a small smile and lowering eyelids looking at her.

“Thank you Trixie. For everything.”

Fear filled her as he tilted his head back. She had to do something, anything to keep him awake. To keep him there with her. She bent low and breathed gently on his lips before slowly pressing hers against him.

He first allowed the tender lips to lull him further into the kind, gentle, world of sleep. However, the tender kiss demanded more of his attention when the mouth against him widened and a wet appendage slid along his lips. He allowed it access and opened his eyes back up, wondering why his dream was so sudden, or so vivid.

Trixie held his head as her tongue shot into the back of his throat. She slid her tongue back and got a small moan out of Snails as she tickled his mouth. The two stayed there for a few moments, Snails trying to please her. She almost laughed at the wild flailing movements and wrapped her tongue around his to calm him.

The two finally parted from the deep kiss and Trixie gave him a small smile as tears filled her eyes. “You… you did this for me. No one does anything for me. Please, let me show you how grateful I am for all that you have done for me this month. You just have to stay awake.”

Snails swallowed hard but still nodded. Trixie slowly undid the front of her blouse, each button undone very slowly. She slipped the shirt off and pushed up against her large bra. She closed her eyes half-way and licked her lips while her hands removed themselves and started removing his pants.

Snails let out a small moan but also a hiss in pain as his large member was slowly pulled out. Trixie had a small moment of panic, but was quickly distracted by the large, twitching appendage in front of her. She no longer feared it, but she knew she should love it. That was his intention right? For me to become addicted. Trixie glanced past it and felt a flutter in his chest as the two made eye contact.

She pushed the thought out of her mind. It wasn’t a part she could enjoy, a part she had to fear above anything else. It didn’t leave though, merely hid while Trixie refocused on her task.

Snails tensed as one of Trixie’s soft fingers traced slowly up the throbbing dick. The velvety touch that he had wanted for so long now was gently brushing against it and he never had even suggested it. Trixie smiled as she heard him start to moan. Her fingers curled slowly around him, barely getting back to her palm as her hand tried to fit the thick trunk.

Slowly the fur rose and fell. Each movement brought more moans from Snails and Trixie could feel liquid running down her thighs. However, she had no intention of that. Not today, nor ever would she be the one to mount him. But why? 

Trixie barely registered the thought as one hand undid itself and moved down her smooth stomach. She let out a small, delighted moan as a single finger poked her inflamed clit. She circled the sensitive node before continuing lower into the damp pond of her pussy. She panted as her fingers teased the pink folds that resided there, not caring that she was showing her active want for her master.

Trixie’s eyes locked on the glistening tip of the cock. She licked her lips as she brought herself closer to it. She could feel her breath bouncing back as her tongue started to reach out to the raging beast.

Slurp.

Snails’ whole body tensed; he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. This white fluid flowed out of the tip and splattered Trixie’s mane and face. However, it didn’t even attempt to go down in Trixie’s light grip. It wanted more, and Trixie found out quickly that the taste was one she wanted more of too.

Snails moaned louder as Trixie gave the side of his pecker a peck. It slowly grew to be more as Trixie’s tongue ran along one of the pumping veins. Snails started to shiver and shake as Trixie’s saliva coated the the entire appendage as he gave a small squeal of pleasure from a light kiss on the tip. He made eye contact with her as she gently licked the tip, her lips pursed against it.

Slowly Trixie sunk down. Her tongue curled around the thick cock, and she immediately found it pushing against the back of her throat. The smell was intoxicating to her though, as the taste of him filled her. She knew she was close to coming, all off of the thought of pleasing the man that made her happy. She tried to push the thought out of her mind as she forced more of Snails’ cock into her mouth.

However, when she gurgled from the blockage, she felt two hands land on the side of my head. He’s going to force me. Make me take it. Make me devour all of him. Why is this thought making me so damned horny? Tears filled her eyes as her head started to hurt, but it also gave no resistance as Trixie was slowly dragged off of the now glistening penis.

Trixie gazed into her master’s eyes as he said, “Don’t hurt yourself. You don’t have to take it all.”

She let out a shuddering breath as a final wave of pleasure coursed through her. She slowly lowered herself, the soft pitter patter of her pleasure juices causing her to blush. Her greedy lips quickly closed on the member again and immediately she went low. She forced herself further and further, not wanting to let go of her wondrous lover’s wanting cock.

Snails wailed as the tight throat squeezed and writhed around him. He knew Trixie was probably in pain, but she seemed to want this no matter what he had said, and he honestly didn’t want to stop her. She reached his hilt and he couldn’t take anymore. He gave a small warning, but it was too late as the large load exploded into Trixie’s throat.

She gagged. It tasted wonderful, but there wasn’t a mare alive who could have taken a full load of Snail while choking on the full length. She flung herself back, coughing hard. She threw up a large pool of white and shuddered for a few moments. Strong arms wrapped around her and she looked back at Snails and smiled. “I’m okay. I promise. I have just one last thing, one last thing to take away the pain.”

Snails nodded, even though he was exhausted and felt a little dizzy. She seemed to be enjoying herself, and this was the proof he needed. She liked him, at the very least liked him. He bent in for a kiss, and for a moment Trixie hesitated. The moment continued further and she lowered herself, knowing she didn’t dare submit to a kiss again.

However, she was more than willing to unhook her bra. More than willing to lower herself and put the thick member between her breasts. She needed to thank him one more time for caring about her, even though she was a bitch.

The soft mounds surrounded the throbbing cock, easily consuming it within the large bosom. She slowly licked the tip that persisted to protrude, even out of her massive rack. The heavenly flesh slowly rubbed against him as she squirmed and tried to figure out the best way to do this. He smiled as Trixie’s blush continued to grow. “I’m sorry it’s taking a bit.”

“I can–ung!” Trixie smiled, taking it as a grunt of pleasure. Her tongue licked up more of his delicious precum and finally Trixie put her hands to her breasts and squeezed them tight against his cock. Slowly she let out lustful moans, slowly grinding the mountains against log. She gripped her nipples and slowly dragged them upwards.

Snails heard a small smack as Trixie’s breasts slammed back down and started making their way back up. He could see the small pink nubs inflamed to a light red while they were being stretched. Trixie slowly started changing the pace on each breast until one would be slowly sliding down while the other was held high in the air.

It quickly became far too much, but this time, his warning came in time. Trixie smiled as her breasts were pressed tight against his crotch. Her lips wrapped quickly around, and her cheeks puffed out as the climax rolled through Snails. He watched as Trixie slowly swallowed each and every drop, only letting go once his cock was clean. He got to admire the glistening, liquid covered, cleavage and satisfied smile on Trixie for a moment before collapsing in exhaustion.

Trixie crawled over and collapsed against him. Her arms slowly wrapped around him, and she was about to go to nod off when she heard something. Something that terrified her.

Knock, knock!

“Ponyville Police, open up.”
> Regret
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------

	Snails groaned as his body protested to consciousness. Every inch of him refused to move as it wanted nothing more than to simply lie there on the cold stone. That isn’t right. He tried to push himself up from the floor and let out a grunt of pain as it felt like knives dug into his arms.

He barely had a chance to actually lift his head when his side brought him back down in a flash of agony. Slowly a hand rubbed the side, flinching at the scab he could feel underneath a stiff bandage. Recollection of the previous day’s activities finally got back to him, and he groaned as he finally managed to turn over.

A quick glance showed bars not only over the entryway, but also on the solitary window over a cot. Next to that was a small, decrepit, toilet, and no end to the stone and cold. He pushed himself to sit and shivered as he recognized the holding cell. I was going to let her go soon. Why did this have to happen now? Why?

He did not have much time to dwell on it though as he heard heavy footfalls coming down the hallway. He glanced up to see two men in police uniforms standing tall and watching him closely. “Get up scum. You have a date with the sergeant.”

Snails froze as his mind raced through hundreds of scenarios, almost all of them involving “accidents” happening to him for having tricked him back at the house. The pause caused the two officers to act and they yanked him up by the shirt and forced the dizzy and stiff man in front of them. Snails simply trudged along, the cold night on the floor making each step come with a spasm of pain as his muscles tried to work again. Is this how Trixie felt most mornings?

He was brought to a large door he was all too familiar with and undid the magical lock himself out of habit. The guards immediately reacted with a swift strike to the back of his skull and pressing him against the door. “If you think we are going to let a monster like you get away, you–”

The door swung open and the guard promptly cut off his threat. Silver Badge scowled at them both and let out a deep growl. The two took a step away from Snails and grinned as they expected the traitor to get his just desserts. They would not see this though as Silver pushed Snails into the room and closed the door behind them.

However, the strong hands stayed away afterwards. A small gesture told Snails to sit on one side of the steel table in the middle of the white room while Silver stood on the other side. He placed his hands on the table, keeping his gaze down as he leaned over. It was a tactic Snails had seen many times before, and soon the explosive rage and accusations would start to startle and rattle him. However, then Silver blew away some of his red hair and stood straight.

A silence filled the room as Silver’s eyes started to drift away from Snails. The boy is probably guessing what type of interrogation I’m going for, and probably would be right under normal circumstances. He held back a sigh as his mind turned more personally to the boy. Most call him stupid or a copycat, but I’ve gotten a glimpse into the mind behind Snails’ eyes. The mind that came up with the combination of his delirium and Babbling’s own method of forcing people to talk. The same mind that had filled my station with so much laughter.

“You know what you have done, right?”

“Yes.”

Silver clenched his jaw. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

He glanced back into the sad eyes of his orange companion. There was no insanity, no malice, no derangement that may have appeared since their talk almost three weeks ago. No, they were the same sad eyes that had come to him a year ago asking for help. Asking for a job so he could buy Trixie a present next time she was in town. He wasn’t ever meant to join permanently, but had still managed to nuzzle into his own place quite firmly.

“Your badge. Where is it normally?”

Snails glanced up, but Silver wouldn’t meet his eyes. “I… I understand. It is kept in a drawer next to my front door.”

Silver snapped open a long ago abandoned cigarette case. He smelled the tobacco and knew he was going to regret this tomorrow, but today he needed something to take the edge off. “I’ll be off then.” He stood up, but then stopped as he remembered one more detail. “You never got a gun, right?”

Snails answered in low voice, “No. I never passed the panic or aim tests.”

“Good. That… that’s for the best.” He stayed there for a few moments longer and Snails started to fidget in his chair. Finally, Silver walked out and pulled out his lighter. Snails didn’t get to see his face, but he hoped that the Sergeant didn't hurt as much as he did. He had really liked it here. All for Trixie, right? Right.

The thrum of the electric light above him was all that broke his solitude as his mouth became increasingly dry. They’ll send her in soon, of that I’m certain. It was nice meeting her the first time. She was so excited to have a partner, someone to make sure she wouldn’t have to be alone for the interrogations. I’m gonna miss being friends with her.

The door creaked open and a pink, scaled foot stepped in. It was bare with webbing between each toe, but soon more of the leg followed it and revealed thin fur the same color as the scales. The girl came in with her average bust concealed in a white police uniform, with a long blue skirt covering most of her legs. Snails watched as she walked to the other chair and tucked her shimmering dark green hair behind her finned ears. He always had found her distracting and couldn’t help but notice that there were tear stains running down her face. He tried to ignore that and focus on the scaled hands with webbing on them.

“You broke the procedures.” Snails tried to chuckle a little afterwards, but the sea pony across from him merely glanced down.

“Hello there. My name is Babbling Brook. I am here to ask you some questions, and hopefully you will be able to answer them. Better?”

Snails swallowed hard as they made eye contact, her intriguing star pupil yellow eyes tinged red from the crying she must have done recently. “You forgot to offer me a glass of water.”

Babbling’s soft, calming, voice cracked as she asked, “Would you have taken it?”

Snails’ shoulders slumped and he shook his head. Babbling could enchant water so as to make a person talk for hours, and when mixed with Snails’ scatterbrained mind trick, focus would be on anything that was asked, so dodging questions or lying became almost impossible. Not that Snails had a plan to lie, he was just afraid of how much he would say.

“Sh-shall we begin?” Babbling took out a single sheet of paper and took a deep breath before asking, “Before now you have had a spotless record, minus one incident with an Ursa Minor almost six years ago. What would possess you to kidnap and rape one Trixie Lulamoon?”

Snails squirmed in his chair. “It… it wasn’t rape at first. I was following a book I found in Canterlot, and it never referred to it as rape. Only when I saw the pain it inflicted upon her with Snips did I realize the full extent of my crime.”

Babbling waited a moment or two, her breath trying to stay calm. “What possessed you to follow this book you refer to?” She had seen the book, and wouldn’t dare call it by name. The contents within… she shuddered at just how far he could have gone with Trixie.

“Love.” Once more silence filled the room and only shaking breaths from his interrogator beat the hum of the lights. “Are you sure you don’t need some water?”

Babbling glanced up from her notes, tears already attempting to sting her eyes. “I am fine, now on to the next question. How long were you in custody of Trixie Lulamoon?”

Snails bit into his lip. “I think four to five weeks. I was only about three days from releasing her.”

She glanced up. “You planned on releasing her?”

“I loved her. I knew what I had done, and couldn’t continue.”

She glanced back down at her notes. She knew Silver wasn’t able to go very hard on him and that only by having a testimony from someone like Snails and Trixie was the interrogation almost unnecessary. However, staring at the last question and its answer, she found herself unable to.

“Is that all? If it is, you should probably just leave.”

“What?”

“I have already accepted what I have done. Besides, the evidence against me must beat out any lie I could tell.”

Babbling started to shake, tears finally coming down her face. She was surprised as she had cried plenty since hearing the news, but she couldn’t stop it. “You don’t get it, do you? I can’t do anything to help you, but I need to. Otherwise… otherwise you will have to face the consequences.”

Snails felt a tear roll down his face. “I know that my crimes are severe. I am expecting to spend most of my life in jail for it.” He fell over when Babbling slammed her hands onto the table.

“Either one of your main crimes would do that! Rape, twenty years, kidnapping and the taking away of one’s main rights of personal freedom, thirty years. However,” her voice dropped in volume, “if Trixie puts charges you on both, it will likely be forced reformation or life in prison, because at that point you are considered to be attempting to control and manipulate a pony to discordic levels.” Babbling slumped to the ground, sobbing. “I… I don’t want that to happen Snails. I just don’t.”

Snails put a hand on her shoulder and helped her up. “If.. if that is the case, then I apologize. At least I hopefully am reformed and can work as a paperboy or something. Wouldn’t be too different from my current life.”

Babbling looked into the scared smile on his face and wrapped her arms around his neck. “I… I… I am going to miss you so much.”

Snails wrapped his arms around her. Images of talking to the new inhabitant of Ponyville from when she first moved here floated back to the surface as they held each other. Telling her stories of the chaos that the small town couldn’t avoid, helping her get adjusted to being on land, and then the simple nights when the two would sit together and hang out. “I’m sorry. You were my best friend.”

Babbling stopped shaking after one last deep breath and then pushed away from him. She kept her long face covered to hide her heartbreak as she stated in a flat monotone, “The guards will come for you soon. I need to tell the Sergeant your answers.” She turned on her heel and once more Snails found himself alone.

The guards did not take their time to get him this time, and soon he found himself in his cell once more with a meager amount of food and water given to him. At least I can say that I took care of her when I could. Snails picked up the stale bread and started to slowly chew while tears filled his eyes.

The next three days were long and hard on him and everyone around him. None of the cops could continue to be constantly angry at the pathetic figure on the cot so he was eventually given normal portions of food and comfort, but Snails almost didn’t register it. He spent the time with two thoughts in mind. A hope for forced reformation, and the terror of whether or not he would do this all again if given the chance.

Finally, Snails court date came, and he was told to stand at the bars until the guards came to get him. He was told that it wouldn’t take long, but instead his hooves already hurt by the time anyone came for him, and that was Silver. “Sir?”

Silver glanced at the young man and bit into his lip. “I don’t know whether or not to hate this, or to rejoice.”

Snails raised an eyebrow as he tried to consider what he could possibly mean. Foot steps could be heard coming down the hallway, and from the pace they could only have been one pair. His mind frantically tried to figure out who or what it could be, but none came to his mind until a light blue hand landed on his bars. He almost cried when Trixie came around in a purple sweater and light green skirt.

“She has decided to not press charges, and has finished being checked for any mental illnesses that may have caused such a decision.”

Trixie rolled her eyes. “The Great and Powerful Trixie still claims that that was only a waste of time. A boy like this could never have done something to someone as wondrous as Trixie. He wasn’t even willing to try, so what was the point of charges?”

Silver took in a sharp breath and brought up the keys. He undid the lock and the cell door swung with a slight creak. “You are free to go. Both of you, are free to go.”

Trixie glanced in his direction and said in a flat tone, “Thank you officer, but no one decides Trixie’s freedom from now on.”

Snails’ shoulders slumped and he slowly came out from the cell. She hadn’t even seemed to acknowledge his existence yet, and that hurt worse than the nights when he had to face the fact that he could have just been Trixie’s pawn. Did she only come here to gloat? 	

He glanced up as they reached the end of the hallway. Trixie’s hand was on his shoulder and she was staring deep into his eyes while her lips twitched. She barely whispered, “Except for you master. Shall we go home?”

Snails was stunned as Trixie dragged him through the streets of Ponyville. His brain had been stuck on the single word, the word that should no longer apply. Master.

The two slipped into his house and Trixie practically threw him onto the couch as she panted against the closed front door. “There goes the illusion I guess. Trix– I felt like I was sprinting through town, but I couldn’t stop myself, not after being so scared for Master.”

Snails glanced down at the word. “Trixie, I am not your master. When I let you go I was going to take you on this nice dinner, and we were supposed to start dating. Please, can we do that?”

She closed her eyes and slowly shook her head. “They wanted to know if I was broken. Only because of years on stage was I still able to be The Great and Powerful Trixie, instead of what I became over that month. Yours.” She jumped as her arms were grabbed by Snails.

“No! I was only trying to convince you of my love and that I wasn’t helpless. Please Trixie, pleas don’t–“

Smack!

Trixie’s horn slowly turned off as she felt tears come down her face. “Snails, don’t you see? I had to face what I had done to the one close friend I have ever had, what society thought of me, all while trying to hate someone who was caring for me as if I was already married to him for years. You took my body, but it was I who gave you my name, my heart, and my soul. Please don’t reject that.”

Snails stared at her as she started to shake and sob. He knew he wasn’t being honest. He knew he had entertained the consequences past the soft side, but thought he had never gone too far for anything major. However, from what he could see, Trixie was happy like this, and he wasn’t about to stop that, not when it was his fault. Snails’ arms wrapped tenderly around her, and she nuzzled into his neck.

Trixie lifted her head and gazed into his eyes while whispering, “Please, finish your duty master.”

Snails felt something be pressed into his hand and then held it up. In front of him was a black leather collar with his name scratched into the material. “We can get a better one later, but I want to wear a true symbol of my life now. A symbol to show that I am yours.”

For a moment he saw a wedding ring in his hand, but quickly dismissed it. Trixie and him weren’t in a normal relationship, and that was fine with him. He gently wrapped the collar around her soft neck and slowly tightened it until a squeak from Trixie told him it was enough. The tears that came down both of their faces were now met by smiles, instead of the pain like before.

Trixie pulled him up and asked, “May we go to the bedroom so this slave may let her master enjoy her to the fullest?”

He swallowed hard and thanked Celestia for getting some medical treatment over the past three days. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed those lips he loved deeply. She quickly overpowered him as her tongue coiled around his. He let out a soft moan as the two held each other close. As they parted, he whispered, “Yes.”

Trixie may have thought she had moved fast through the town, but Snails almost couldn’t keep up as she sprinted up the stairs and then stopped to look back at him. “I don’t know which one it is.”

Snails slipped past her and went to the one across from hers. “So I would always be close.”

The door swung open, and there lay a very spartan room. Besides the small bed, there was only a dresser and a small writing desk. Trixie bit into her lip. “This isn’t worthy of the two of us. Master should be in luxury.”

Snails let out a small choked off gasp as he was pulled into her room and thrown onto the bed. As he pushed himself up, he saw Trixie hastily discard her sweater to reveal nothing but perky breasts and stiff nipples underneath. “The moment they told me you would be released, I got ready. Do you like?”

Snails slowly nodded as he took in every inch of her large bosom and soft pink nubs, just as he had every other time. Trixie felt a wave of pleasure run down her as the gaze lingered. “You’ve always like my breasts, haven’t you?” She giggled as Snails nodded. “Well why don’t I give you full view of them today?”

Snails was almost not given a choice as he was shoved down onto the bed. She slowly pulled down her skirt, showing off one slender hip after another. She threw it to the side and slid up his legs to his crotch. She undid the jeans and slowly pulled them down until his cock flung out. She slicked her lips before then running her slick tongue up his rock hard member.

She continued the light fellatio while her hands continued to pull down his pants. Snails let out a small groan as her mouth curled around his tip and her moist tongue tickled it. A devilish smile crossed her face as she slowly brought herself off of his dick and to sitting just below his crotch. “Enough with foreplay, I know what you really wanna do to me.”

Snails put his hands down to cover his member and shook his head. “Trixie, stop. I don’t want our lives to be like—mph!.” Snails couldn’t fight her as she bent over his whole body just to kiss him. It wasn’t as deep of a kiss, but he couldn’t deny he’d been surprised by the sudden lean forward for it, or the sudden weight on his chest.

He found her pulling away, and he thought just for a moment he saw a tear in the corner of her eye. His hands moved to her side as he said, “Trixie?”

Trixie lifted herself back up to full height and smiled at him. “Please Master, enjoy this.” She didn’t allow time for a response as she ground her pussy up his shaft, coating it in her own juices. Snails shivered from the sultry moan that filled the room and the lips slowly lifted away. A soft hand wrapped around his member and brought it to standing position, and for just a moment Snails got to stare at her velvet lips as they were positioned over his throbbing cock.

Trixie gasped as she let herself drop, taking his whole member in one swift downward thrust. She shook there for a moment as she stared into her master’s caring eyes and felt his hand brush against her rear. She smiled at him as the pain went away. “Looks like I’m not quite ready for the whole thing yet, not this fast at least. Still, now that I’m down here...”

Snails let out a moan as Trixie started to grind against balls, his cock slowly swirling around her tight pussy. He threw his head back as she slowly raised herself a little and started swaying her hips more, all while her vagina kept a vice grip on his shaft. However, it wasn’t compared to the small drops back down that let his dick kiss her womb.

A small force propped his head up to stare at Trixie as she let out each loud moan. She glanced at him and winked as her hips slowly rose, each inch pulling on his throbbing member. “I didn’t want you to miss the best part of the show.”

Her hips came down almost as hard as the first time and she let out another a small grunt, but this time it didn’t slow her as she quickly raised herself. However, the sheer speed of the movements was doing something wondrous for anyone that was watching. Snails eyes tracked her breasts as they rose and fell in time with her thrusts, bouncing wildly for his enjoyment. Each slam brought them flying up, and his cock back into her nethers. The anticipation for the next spike of pleasure as her pussy sucked greedily on his cock while on its journey up almost became unbearable. However, the look of sheer bliss on Trixie’s face caused him to completely forget about worries and complaints, and instead enjoy this to its fullest.

However, this distraction was so strong that on a final burying of his crotch into her’s, Trixie let out an almost feral scream as his hot load filled her to the brim before her own release flooded it back out with a stream of femcum. She collapsed as her strength left her and expected those strong arms to come around her as they had done so many times before. Instead, she felt the other body leave her bed. Glancing up, she saw terror filled Snails’ eyes.

“Trixie. I… I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t of… oh good Luna what am I going to do? We, we need to.” Snails stopped as he heard sobbing and glanced back down to the azure woman on his bed. “Trixie?”

She looked up at him as tears continued to stream down her face. “Please Master, please don’t leave me. Don’t continue to reject me like everyone else. I can’t be alone anymore. I simply can’t, not now that you have opened my eyes to the fact that I can be loved, and had ignored it for so long. So please, come back to me and use me Master. Accept what I have.”

Snails took a tentative step forward as he shook his head. “Trixie, can’t you see I hurt you and very possibly broke you? You aren’t scared that I just came in you?”

“I would have it no other way.”

He stood dumbfounded as Trixie gazed at him with cold resolve before she broke into tears once more. “You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I am! Snails, Trixie has always been alone, always been an outcast. However, she thought that was good, thought that it was understandable for a traveller like her and that she needed no one. However, when she realized how little people cared for her and all the pain she had caused, she it felt terrible. It only got worse when she noticed that the only one who took care of her and loved her was the one she had forced to break her. I don’t want to be fixed if it means going back to that, not when I can have the best man in the world as my Master. How many times am I going to have to tell you this before you come to accept what you are to me?”

Snails stood there for a few moments before leaning down and kissing Trixie. She was tentative at first, afraid this was goodbye, but joined in fast as Snails pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. The two laid on one another for a few moments, enjoying the kiss and each other. Snails came away crying himself. “No more times, Trixie. I am sorry for not taking responsibility of what I had done. I broke you, plain and simple. That doesn’t mean I can’t love you though, which I intend to do, slave or not.” The two curled up with each other, stuck in a final kiss as they fell into a blissful sleep.
> Persecution
> --------------------------------------------------------------------------


One Month Later


Silver sat at his desk and sighed to himself as he started to read the next case file. Being the lead of the small Ponyville police department had its perks, but paperwork had always been the bane of his existence. He still found his eyes lingering to a small stool on the side that he still hadn’t bothered to throw out, and in his peripherals thought he saw an orange man sitting there with a clipboard in hand. Snails wasn’t there though, and never would be, not unless a princess annulled him or something. Maybe I should talk to–

Knock, knock.

He glanced up and said, “Come in, but make it quick.” He almost choked on his words when the long white coat of a Princess Twilight Sparkle came into view. The mare had been pretty before, and the change from sweaters to lab coats had somehow increased her appeal to him. That, or I just like the mystery of what might be underneath. Wow, can I really not remember accurately from only five years ago? He stood and performed a stiff bow that she waved away.

“I am merely here to ask about a forced reformation notice I was sent a month ago. A warning that my services might be necessary? I only remember it now because Babbling wanted a second opinion on some facts a suspect had told her, and my mind had wandered.”

Silver nodded solemnly. “The charges were dropped. In fact, I was hoping you might look into the young man and his current relationship and see about wiping his record clean so he may come back to the force.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow. “A dirty cop that deserves possible forced reformation, a process that requires the stunting of one’s mental faculties and change of personality, and all of a sudden the police chief wants the record wiped? I mean no offense, but this sounds a little fishy.”

He bit into his cheek and leaned back into his chair. “I suppose it does. I suppose it does.” He paused and glanced into the princesses eyes and felt a chill go down his spine. “I suppose you now want the details of the case.”

“Yes.”

Silver ran his hands through his hair before letting out a deep breath. “For one month’s time, the perpetrator Snails had kidnapped, raped, and proceeded to mentally break the victim Trixie Lulamoon. However, when put into custody, Trixie passed mental evaluation and was given the option to press charges. She did not and they now live on the edge of town in Snails’ home. Most consider this proof of his crimes. However, neither one seems to be sad or harmed by the events in anyway.”

Twilight turned on her heel. “I refuse to believe that, and as the princess of friendship and sister-in-law to the princess of love, I cannot allow this to be the end of the case. Good day Sergeant Silver, and next time, contact me sooner.”

Silver opened his mouth, but could form no protest before Twilight slammed the door violently. He slipped back into his chair as he muttered the question, “What have I done?”