> Your Date With Trixie
>  by Phenrys
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> The Blind Date
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	You tap your foot impatiently as you stand at the bar. Your date isn't actually late, but you have grown weary of waiting.
It's my own fault for arriving so early, you sigh at yourself. Why do I always do this to myself? I get over-excited, show up early, get irritated before they get here, and then am disappointed when they arrive. Why do I let Aaron talk me into these blind dates anyway?
Maybe the better question to ask myself would be, 'why do I seem so desperate that he thinks I need to always be set up?' you realize with a start.
Well, whatever, he promised me that this time would be different. He swore that this Trixie girl is beautiful and interesting. Though if she's so great, why isn't he dating her? Not like he's in a steady relationship.
Out of the corner of your eye you catch a glimpse of a girl walking into the restaurant. You turn your attention to her, taking in her blonde hair and pale beauty. Yeah, right. I should be so lucky, you think, turning your attention to the next woman to walk through the door.
If my luck remains the same, it'll be that one, you shake your head. She's not ugly or anything, just not what you're looking for. Doesn't matter if it is her, I can't let my mouth screw things up again.
Lost in thought you don't notice the pale blonde has stepped up to you and spoken.
"I'm sorry, I was lost in thought, what did you say?" you ask, shaking off the cobwebs.
"Hi, I'm Trixie. I believe you're waiting here for me?" she says with a lilt in her beautiful, soft voice.
"Ummm...hi," you barely whisper, her eyes having entranced you.
Then she smiles, and you feel your brain melt into a puddle of gak inside your skull.
"Ummm..." you can't seem to form an intelligible sentence.
"Well, even if you're not who I'm supposed to meet, you're cute," she says, her brilliant smile increasing by a few more watts. She reaches out and takes your hand, breaking your trance.
You shake your head, "Actually, yes, if you're Trixie, then I'm your date for the evening."
"Glad to hear it," she teases as you bow over her hand and kiss it in imitation of a gentleman.
You take her hand and lead her to the table that you have reserved for the two of you. Once there, you pull out her chair and help her into it, more suavely and smoothly than you've ever done before in your life.
Once you are seated across from her, she asks you to tell her about yourself. You don't really know why, but you feel comfortable enough in her presence to actually open up, and you begin to speak.
It seems like no time at all passes and the waiter is there to take your order. You pause to order for the two of you, but Trixie holds up a finger to stop you. Then she orders for you both, instead. You look into her smiling eyes as she speaks, and find you can't even remember what she ordered. You quickly decide it doesn't matter, you're sure she has chosen well.
Once the waiter has returned with the wine choice she made and departed once again, Trixie gestures with her wineglass for you to continue. You quickly delve back into your life's story, sharing with her things you have never shared with anyone else.
When the food arrives, you only halt long enough for it to be served and the wait staff to leave before you continue. You eat between sentences, not even noticing what you're putting in your mouth as you get the tale out. Every few moments Trixie encourages you with a smile, or a small question, keeping you talking until the meal is complete.
When the bill arrives, you reach for it, but she is too swift for you, swiping it from the waiter's outstretched hand. When you begin to protest, she simply holds up her finger again, and you drop silent as she pays for your meal, smiling all the while.
You stand and pull her chair out for her, then politely escort her out to her car. You hold her door for her, but she stops, looking up at you. She leans up on her tiptoes and kisses you on the corner of your mouth, then whispers, "This has been a lot of fun, how about we continue back at my place?"
You simply nod, excited about how well this date has been going, how happy she seems to be at having met you. At her gesture you climb into the passenger seat of the car and she backs out of the space. Within what seems like moments, she is pulling into the garage of a beautiful Victorian home.
Once inside, she offers you a drink, which you are quick to accept. You take a sip and smile appreciatively, "This is very good. What is it?"
"It's my own special recipe, I call it the 'Magic Duel'. I'm glad you like it," she replies, refilling your glass.
After you toss back the last of your second drink, Trixie takes your hand and leads you to her bedroom. Upon reaching the boudoir, she pulls you into a kiss, wrapping her arms around your neck and leaning up on tip-toe. She maneuvers you around until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed. When they do, she gives you a little push, causing you to fall flat on your back onto the king sized mattress.
"Oh, you like to play rough, do you?" you tease her.
“Do not question the Great and Powerful Trixie, and her Great and Powerful ass!” she shoves her lips violently against yours in a rough kiss.
She takes hold of one of your hands and lifts it up to the headboard, then snaps the handcuff she has attached to the frame closed around your wrist. Before you can react, she has already grabbed your other hand and locked it in place the same way, on the other side.
"Oh my, you do like it rough! Good thing I like to play games too," you say, testing your restraints.
Unzipping your pants, she slithers her small hand inside and fishes out your hardening prick. She licks up your shaft like she would an ice-cream cone, sucking on the mushroom-like head ever so gently at the culmination of each upward stroke. When you start moaning in excitement, she stops suddenly, grinning at your hips thrusting toward her face.
She climbs back off of you, stands up and says, seductively, "Now, you just relax there for a moment, while I go slip into something a bit more comfortable. Make sure you stay nice and hard for your Mistress now."
"As you wish, Mistress Trixie," you respond, starting to get into it.
She slinks to the bathroom door, swaying her hips to show off her sexy ass every step of the way. When she reaches the door, she looks over her shoulder at you and winks before slipping across the threshold and shutting the door.
She is gone for several minutes. Minutes that seem to stretch for far longer than it would be necessary to change clothes. You start to get worried that she's not coming back. Just as you are preparing to yell for her, the door opens.
You gasp in shock at what comes out the door. That is not the Trixie that walked into the bathroom! you shriek in your own mind. The thing that came slinking out the doorway was damn near six feet tall, while Trixie had been hardly over five foot. It is covered in very light blue fur, from head to toe. Holy shit, those aren't toes! You realize that its legs end in hooves, not feet like you know them. And...is that a muzzle?!
Your mind finally catches up with the situation, you try to crawl up the bed, your feet kicking ineffectively at the covers in your attempt. You are thwarted by the handcuffs attached to your wrists. When you realize you can't get away, you start screaming.
"Shhh my stallion, The Great and Powerful Trixie is in heat," she whispers, somehow calming you slightly.
"What are you? What did you do with Trixie?" you ask desperately.
"Silly little human, have you never seen a unicorn before? Behold, I am Trixie, The Great and Powerful. And, the Great and Powerful Trixie is powerfully horny," she replies, slinking toward the bed, and you.
You struggle with the restraints as she nears, until she reaches the end of the bed. Then suddenly you are overcome by a strange sensation as a strong, new scent fills your nostrils.
"What is that smell?" you ask as your struggles cease.
Trixie grins wickedly at you as she says, "My sweet, can you already smell my arousal? Good. Now let me help you."
"Help me with what?" you question her.
She doesn't answer, instead you see the horn coming out of her forehead, which you hadn't really noticed before, begin to glow with a faint blue glimmer. The aura brightens, then surrounds you. Your clothes melt away, leaving you completely exposed. The light surrounding you continues to brighten, until it is blinding and you are forced to close your eyes.
I...feel strange... you can sense something amiss with your body. It doesn't feel the same anymore. What is happening to me?!
You open your eyes, only to clamp them shut once again. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! You only caught a glimpse of what was happening to your body, but it was enough to scare you.
Your body is changing. You saw fur growing out of your skin, your feet shrinking. You can now feel that you're growing. You take up more of the bed than you did only a moment ago.
You force your eyes open once again, this time keeping them open as you watch the continuing changes. You are now covered in black fur, you have hooves at the end of your legs, and your body is bigger. Much bigger. You have more muscle than you've ever had before, over your entire body. And then you notice something else: you have a massive, black skinned cock between your legs. Holy fuck! That is a monster!
Trixie purrs deep in her throat as she looks upon your newly transformed body, "Yummy, Trixie likes what she has wrought. She will now have a taste."
"Wh-what are you doing?" you manage to stammer out as she leans in and runs her muzzle up the underside of your newly shaped member.
Trixie only continues to purr, rubbing her muzzle up and down your hardening flesh. Then she lightly licks the tip, eliciting a gasp from you. She begins running her tongue up and down your massive cock, causing moans to escape your mouth despite your best efforts to remain silent.
"Hmmm...does Trixie's new slave like that?" she asks rhetorically.
You can't help but moan. She abandons your now-throbbing member to kiss her way up your abdomen and chest, nuzzling your throat before kissing your lips. The kiss grows, and she forces her tongue into your mouth, running it over every surface she can find.
"Now, my pet, you are going to pleasure your new Mistress," she says, flipping herself around and planting her dripping, odiferous, sex right on your new muzzle. The smell assaults your heightened senses like a battering ram, and you start to drool. Your tongue starts licking her steamy slit of its own accord, bringing you her taste in addition to her scent. It is overwhelming, making your already hard cock stand up even straighter, pointing directly at her face as she leans forward.
You feel her hands wrap around your thick shaft as you drive your bigger, longer tongue up into her, exploring her slippery folds. She is slowly stroking you, crying out as you find the pleasure center inside of her.
"Oh yes, my toy, that is how to make your mistress happy," she purrs as she grinds her hips on your face. Her hands glide slowly down your cock until they are wrapped around the root, then she leans toward it, flicking the flat, flared tip with her long tongue. Soon, she wraps the entire head with her lips, running her tongue around and around the top.
You moan loudly into her pussy, causing vibrations to spread throughout her entire body, out her mouth as a groan, and into your turgid member. Her lips slide further down your shaft and you feel yourself at the entrance to her throat. She pulls back, grazing you with her teeth on her way back up, then dives back down onto you. She does this twice more, then slowly takes your entire meat into her throat. You can feel the muscles that line her esophagus kneading your entire length. You feel like you're in heaven as she lets your cock slip ever so slowly from her throat.
You redouble your efforts, driving your tongue into her like you want to do with your furry dick. She stops moving on your cock, simply holding the tip in her mouth as your oral muscle slams into her over and over. Her breaths come in shorter and shorter bursts, her whole body begins to shudder. Just as she slides over the edge into full on orgasm, you take her clit into your mouth and, clamping down on the base of it with your teeth, run your tongue over it again and again. She screams around your head, surprising you by pushing you over the top of your own pleasure mountain. You fill her screaming mouth with what seems like gallons of cum as she douses your entire face in a massive stream of marecum.
Trixie expertly swallows every bit of fluid that you dole out, not losing a single drop, even in her bliss. Once she comes down from her high, she slips off of your soaked face and kisses you, your juices mingling as you each taste yourselves on the other's lips.
"You are such an excellent pet. Trixie thinks she will keep you, even after we are done here," she whispers into your ear. Then, as she grips your still-hard cock, "Oooh...looks like somepony is ready for more."
With no more warning than that, Trixie impales herself on you, forcing a gasp out of your mouth, even as your diamond-hard meat makes her groan in pleasure.
As your hips meet, she pauses for a moment before inching her way back up to your head. Then she lowers herself almost painfully slowly, driving you crazy with need. It is as she is drawing herself back up your shaft teasingly that you strain your arms, breaking the cuffs holding you to the bed. You grab hold of her hips and drive your cock up into her, rolling the two of you over so that you are on top. Once there, you leer down at her as you pummel her dripping slit with your monstrous horsecock.
Trixie starts screaming, her body clamping around you, but you don't slow your pace at all. Your dick is like a piston in a high-performance engine, ramming her love-tunnel with no mercy, causing the orgasms to roll over her, again and again. Finally you feel a familiar spark of pressure at the base of your cock. You drive deep into her, giving her one final orgasm. You shoot your cum deep into the fuming core of her womb as she milks you in pulsing waves.
Your exhausted body slumps down beside her as she lies there gasping like a fish. Once she catches her breath again, Trixie wraps her arms around you, holding you tight to her as she whispers into your ear, "The Great and Powerful Trixie wishes you to stay with her, now that you have given her what she most wants in all the universe. We shall raise the foals that come of our union, together."
A smile spreads across your muzzle as you reply, “Yes, Mistress Trixie.”