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// Chapter 7 
// Story: Treasure-Your-Own-Trixie 
// by CategoricalGrant 
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“Can I have a kiss?” you ask her.

Trixie laughs. “What an absolutely simple task for-” Her eyes flash open and her posture collapses. “A...kiss?”

“Uh-huh!” you nod emphatically, adrenaline rushing through your vessels. “There weren’t any restrictions on the wish, right?”

Trixie blinks a few times and scowls at the ground. She sighs. “Trixie will have to add some fine print on the card next time. Very well, I shall kiss you.”

Starlight’s head peeks out from around the corner. “Can I watch?”

“No.” Trixie’s horn lights up and throws Starlight out of the stage, who screams as she flies through the air and lands with a thud in the grass. 

Trixie takes off her hat. “Come inside.” She shuts the door behind you, turns around quickly, and pecks you on the lips.

You’re so surprised that you can barely even feel it. “Th-that’s it?”

“Of course! I completed your wish!” Trixie protests, pouting.

“B-but it wasn’t very good…” you whine like the soy-colt you are.

Trixie gasps, holding a hoof to her chest. Her gaze narrows. “Well, I never! We’ll see about that!” Stepping forward quickly, her hooves wrap around your neck and she presses her lips forcefully to yours. 

You melt forward into her hooves, and you can feel her place more of her weight on your back as she shifts to maintain balance. Her warm lips part just a moment later to lock with yours. The kiss lasts just a few seconds longer before she pulls away, her tongue lightly brushing over your lower lip as she leaves.

“There!” she responds, turning her muzzle up. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” Trixie’s horn lights up and she gently pushes you out of the door before closing it. 

Your heart is racing, and your mind is so overwhelmed with the sensory ghosts of Trixie’s kiss you can hardly fathom whether or not she is mad with you.





The next day, you’re returning home from the shop, your saddlebags full of groceries for the next few days. As you approach the door to your house, you notice something taped to your front door.

Curiously, you approach the taped object. It’s an envelope, and you waste no time opening it.

You forgot to pick up your new Enthusiast’s Club card.

-TL

A new card is in the envelope along with the message. In addition to the initial at the bottom, the letter is sealed with a kiss mark in blue lipstick.

“Heh, nice.”


GOOD ENDING