"Heh, a pony..."
"The Great and Powerful Trixie is a unicorn. Do not compare Trixie to such a low class equine."
Maybe when the urn hit Zack, it really did knock him out. This is a dream, nothing more than a dream. Zack stands up ignoring his injuries. If this truly is a dream, he could do whatever he wants. But the creature before him is so strange. It's a unicorn no higher than his waist. He circles her, examining every corner of her body. She's so smooth and proud.
Trixe stands up tall, loving the attention she's getting though her face remains expressionless. She knows how great she is. It's in her name after all. Zack completes his round, and stares at Trixie's eyes. "Did you say I have three wishes?"
"Was Trixie not clear? Trixie is here to fulfill any desire you may have. All you have to say is 'I wish' and what you desire."
"Is that all? Aren't there like more rules to this sorta thing?"
"You catch on quite fast. You're not like Trixie's last master." Trixie grinds her teeth on that last word as if she hates its very existence. "There are a few more rules. One: three wishes is all you get, no more, no less. Two: I can't raise people from the grave or send them there. Three: I cannot tamper with a heart. Other than those simple rules, you can have whatever you want."
"Whatever I want... Do you have to look like that? I mean, why a pony?"
"Do you not like Trixie's form? If it's what you wish, Trixie can change to a more suitable form that fits your liking."
"Will it waste one of my wishes?"
Trixie rolls her eyes. "You are going to be some trouble. Trixie can feel it. If you wish for it, yes."
"And if I don't wish for it, can you still change your body?"
"If this form really bothers you that much, then just wish for a different one."
"But, what if I really need my wish, and I waste one changing you and--"
"Just wish for it you paranoid fool!"
"But..."
Trixie growls and with a flick of her horn and a puff of smoke, she turns into a human wearing the exact same thing she was in her pony form, though still blue. "Better?!"
Zack's face nearly burns off as he blushes at Trixie's exposed flesh. He tries to move, but her shape entrances him, paralyzing his muscles. Zack curls up into a fetal position to hide his "sudden interest" in Trixie. Looking up from behind his arms, he sees Trixie still waiting for a response. He swallows. "Um, I... uh, you... why blue?"
Trixie steps closer to Zack, laying her arms on his shoulders. "Trixie does not understand your question."
Zack's heart is beating so fast, it feels like a drummer is trapped in his chest and wants to get out. He can't take the tension any more and passes out.
Trixie stares at the her unconscious master and turns back to her true form. She rolls her eyes. "Why must Trixie get all the losers? This one can't even handle some excitement." Trixie's horn glows, transforming her into a puff of smoke which snakes its way to the blue urn. It enters it and the urn caps itself with the cork, landing on Zack's chest afterwards.