Short Trixie Christmas Story Parts 1 and 2

>You are The Humble and Generous Trixie!
>Hearth’s Warming Eve has always been your favorite holiday. Your profession relies on the generosity of other ponies, and this time of the year, they’re willing to shell out pockets of bits for the simplest magic trick.
>However, this year may be different.
>Throughout your tour of Equestria, by far your favorite pony to know isn’t actually a pony at all! The human, Anonymous, who lives in Ponyville is a delight to be with. Why would that be?
>Because he likes to listen! Such a hard quality to find in a stallion, these days! You won’t deny your affinity for yourself, nor your love for talking about yourself. He seems to be the only one around who seems interested in what you have to say.
>So every time you pass through Ponyville, you’re sure to stop by his small home next to the library. Twilight likes to come over as well, trying to be friendly and whatnot.
>Just because she forgave you for your actions, doesn’t mean you want to be all buddy buddy…
>But, you digress. A visit to Anonymous’ home always brightens your day.
>And since you’re in Ponyville for the holidays, you think it’s time you gave back a little.
>For the past THREE HOURS, you have been assembling a box full of stuff that Anonymous is sure to love! You even bought some wrapping paper and tape for this gift!
>Even your generosity surpasses the Element during this time of the year!

>The sun has now set, and the cold is creeping in.
>With Hearth’s Warming Day closing in, you decide now is a good time to deliver Anonymous’ present to him. You park your wagon in the center of town, and walk the rest of the way to his house.
>The streets of Ponyville are lightly covered in snow. Homes and street lamps are decorated with festive objects and whatnot. None of that means much to you. Wasted money, if anything. What does hit home are the families inside. You’ve been down this metaphorical road many times. All you do now is turn away and not think about it.
>All that not thinking passes the time quickly, and soon enough you find yourself at Anonymous’ house. You set the gift off to the side to allow yourself a breather before knocking on the door. It’s much heavier than you expected… It’s worth it though.
>You take a deep breath and properly compose yourself before knocking on the enlarged door.
>As you do, you hear some chatting going on from the other side. A twinge of jealously passes through your mind.
>This is supposed to be a special moment! He opens his gift and praises it and everything about you! A third wheel could potentially ruin everything!
>Ugh, wheels.
>You hear Anonymous’ signature heavy footsteps as he approaches the door.
>He opens the door and looks down at you with a sweet smile.
>”Heeey, Trixie! I was wonderin’ when you’d be coming through Ponyville again.”
>”Trixie?” A mildly raspy mare’s voice echoes him.

>Anonymous steps out of the way to reveal that rainbow-maned Pegasus whose name you’ve never bothered to remember.
>”What’s SHE doing here?”
“Trixie has come here to…”
>Why is this suddenly so embarrassing? Celestia… maybe you shouldn’t have done this.
>The Pegasus hops off her seat and quickly flies over to you, meeting you eye-to-eye.
>”Come here to hurt me and my friend aga-HEY!”
>Anonymous’ hands on her wings cause her to stop and twist in his direction.
>”Dash, chill. She’s just visiting.”
>”But-“
>”I know, I know. But let it go for now. It’s the holidays, after all.”
>”Hmph!” The Pegasus sits on her rump and crosses her front hooves. “Fine.”
>She then begins to flitter her wings as she slowly levitates up.
>”I gotta head on home anyway. I’ll stop by tomorrow for a bit, alright?”
>”Sounds good.”
>The two bump hooves… Hoof and hand before they say their goodbyes and the Pegasus departs.
>Anonymous then looks down at you.
>”Come on in, you’re letting all the heat out.”
>You give him a small nod before picking the present back up and entering his house.
>”Oooh, for me?” He says while closing the door.
“Why, yes! Trixie’s generosity is great, and you’re fortunate enough to experience it firsthand!”
>You trot over to the couch near the fireplace and set the present in the middle of the floor as you make yourself comfortable.
>Anonymous follow, and hovers around the gift for a moment.
“Well, aren’t you going to open it?”
>”Ain’t Hearth’s Warming yet.”
“Make an exception. Just for Trixie.”

>Anonymous adopts a childish grin before grabbing the gift and taking a seat next to you and setting the present on the floor.
>The silly expression on his face warms your heart more than you’d like to admit to. Perhaps this generosity thing should happen more often.
>Only with Anonymous, though. Why in Celestia’s name would you give anything to a stranger?
>After some strategic unwrapping planning, Anonymous tears through the wrapping paper until the bare brown box is all that remains. Only held closed by a small strip of tape, he easily rips that off and opens the box, revealing the ultimate prize.
>And his expression…
>His expression goes from excitement to confusion.
“Is… Is it not the most wonderful gift you’ve ever received?”
>You attempt to keep a straight face on as he pulls out the first object in the box.
>An autographed and framed photo of yourself.
>”Um…”
>You fear any negative comment that would follow, so you magically yank to photo from his grip, hastily remove one of the hanging pictures on the wall and replace it with your own.
“See? Isn’t it wonderful!?”
>”… Yeah. But, um…”
>He pulls out the autographed pinup poster of you.
>”Ah! Th-That is one every stallion should have on his walls!”
>Then he pulls out the duplicates of your hat and cape.
>Then the little plastic wand. Then another autographed poster. Then a mug with a picture of you on it.
>There are many more items like it still in the box, but he takes a moment to look at what he’s already pulled out.
>Then he laughs.

“Hey!”
>He immediately shuts up.
“I… Trixie put a lot of work into these gifts! You should be thankful for Trixie’s generosity!”
>Your horn lights up with magic as you start to levitate the objects back into the box.
“But if you’re going to act like this, maybe Trixie will take her gifts ba-“
>You’re interrupted as Anonymous pulls you closer for a one-armed hug, as he continues laughing.
>”I’m just… Oh man, Trixie. This gift is… it’s you!”
“But of course! Trixie thought you had quite some interest in her, so-“
>”No, no, no! It’s so you! I don’t really know how to describe it any other way, ha ha ha.”
>He gives you a quick pat on the back before letting go of you.
>”Thanks for the gift, Trxie. I love it.”
>He stuffs the cape, hat and wand back into the box before getting off the couch.
>”I know you’d like to head on back to your wagon before it gets too late, but would you like to have a cup of hot chocolate before you leave?”
>You’re still a little stunned by his reaction to your perfect gift. Does he even like it? He says he loves it, but you’re not sure.
>However, you are sure that you want some of that hot chocolate.
>In fact, you can probably get a little more out of this.
“Now, why in Equestria would Trixie want to go back to her cold wagon? Shouldn’t you be a good host and allow Trixie to spend the night?”
>He simply shrugs.
>”I have the space. You can take the couch or the bed, if you’d like.”
>Couch. Fire. Easy choice.

“Trixie would much prefer the couch. But that means you had better keep the fire going throughout the night!”
>”You got it. I’ll be right back with your hot chocolate and a blanket or two.”
>He disappears into the next room as you make yourself comfortable once more.
>You glace around the room, looking at photos of him with other ponies, holiday decorations, and strangely enough, a small pine tree with gifts under it in the corner of the room. It must be a weird human tradition.
>What you’d like is to be included with the small collection of the pictures.
>You can’t be Anonymous’ only friend, but surely you deserve a spot on the mantel above his fireplace.
>For now, you move the photo of yourself from the wall to the middle of the mantel. Not exactly what you want, but it’s better than nothing.
>Just as you start getting comfortable with one of the couch pillows, Anonymous shows up again with two steamy cups and a couple blankets wrapped around his arms.
>”Don’t get too sleepy quite yet.” He says as he sets a cup on the small table next to the couch.
>He then takes a place next to you, laying one blanket on top of you, then covering himself with the other.
“And what do you think you’re doing?”
>”What? You don’t expect me to sleep in a soft bed while you’re forced to sleep on the couch, do you?”
>He sprawls out his legs and sinks down in his seat a little before he begins sipping on his drink.

“Well… Don’t you get too close to Trixie!”
>”Don’t worry. No funny business from me.”
“Good!”
>You lift your cup off the table and take a sip.
>He even put marshmallows in it.
>…
>You scoot closer and lightly lean against Anonymous.
>”Trixie?”
“Tell anyp0ny and I’ll remove your mouth.”
>He lets out a small chuckle at this.
“I’m serious.”
>”Alright, alright.”
>The two of you fall silent for a while afterwards. The crackling fireplace and the sounds of the two of you sipping on your hot chocolate are the only sounds in the room.
>After you’re both finished, you quickly begin to feel sleepy.
>”Merry Christmas, Trixie…” Anonymous quietly says under his breath.
“What was that?” You says through a yawn.
>”I said, Happy Hearth’s Warming, Trixie.”
“Mmm.” You snuggle Anonymous a little closer. “Happy Hearth’s Warming, Anonymous.” You whisper before drifting off to sleep.

Part 2
>The following morning comes far too quickly.
>You probably could have slept like that into the afternoon, if Anonymous didn’t wake you up.
>He insisted that there were things that must be done today.
>After cooking you a small breakfast, he kindly asks you to leave.
>Hearing him say that hurt you more than you’d like to admit. You finally had somep0ny to spend the holidays with, and he asks you to leave? That successfully put a damper on your mood.
>All around Ponyville, ponies laughed and played and celebrated while you simply returned to your wagon to wallow in your own loneliness.
>’Go find something to do!’ You kept telling yourself. ‘Just force Anonymous to spend time with you!’
>Yes. You keep telling yourself these things but they never give you enough motivation to get out of bed.
>After several hours of this, and pointlessly browsing your slim food stores for food you’re not hungry enough to eat, you feel as if it’s time to leave. You performed your show and visited Anonymous. There’s no point in sticking around.
>With a groan, you roll out of bed and make for the entrance of your wagon.
>As you open the door, you jump when you see Anonymous standing on the other side with a raised fist.
>”Oh! Trixie, you are here! Good… good.”
>He nervously reaches his hand back to rub his neck.
>”Hey, uh… You want to come to a Hearth’s Warming party?”
>You eye him suspiciously.
>”… It’ll be fun.”
“And who else is going?”
>”… Twilight Sp-“
“No.”
>”Aw, c’mon Trixie. It’s better than sitting in here, all alone.”
>…
“Fine. But Trixie will not stay for too long.”

>Hours later, you and Anonymous are, as they say, ‘partying it up.’
>Anonymous failed to mention that the party is at Twilight’s little library, of course. So the entire night you’ve been berated by her. “Please don’t touch my books, Trixie.” “Anonymous is busy right now. Go talk to those stallions over there.” “Try not to drink too much, Trixie.”
>Hmph! If you knew this is what was in store for you, you would have just left Ponyville this afternoon.
>And of course, you defy all of Twilight’s wishes.
>You frantically rub your hooves all over her books when she turns around.
>You strike up a conversations with Anonymous as often as possible.
>And you take a shot every time you see Twilight Sparkle hanging around.
>Which ended up being quite often.
>Just as the poison began to set in, you saw something that disturbed you to the core.
>Twilight.
>Eyeing Anonymous like… that!
>And that is NOT okay!
>You trot… stumble over to where Anonymous and Twilight are.
>Twilight glares at you before making a remark about your current state that you can’t seem to understand for some reason.
>”Aw, she’s having fun, Twilight. Lay off would ya?”
>”But she’s ruining my party!”
>Anonymous scans the room, looking for any discomfort you’ve caused to these other ponies before lightly shakes his head.
>”Ugh, she’s still acting inappropriately! She should leave.”
>You get your own response ready, but then you come up with a better idea.
>”She’s fine, Twilight.”
“Actually… Twilight is right. TRIXIE is in no condition to… Trixie should go.”
>Twilight takes a triumphant stance.
“But Trixie will needs somep0ny to help her home… Anonymous, you.”
>Twilight quickly regains her heated glare.
>Anonymous only shrugs.
>”Yeah, no problem.”

>As the two of you exit, you attempt to milk this as much as possible.
>You fall against Anonymous and paw at his leg.
“Trixie… can’t walk right now.”
>”Seriously?”
>You only mumble something incoherent in response.
>Anonymous grunts before picking your up, holding you close to his chest with your face against the underside of his chin.
>You elicit a small giggle as you catch the smell of eggnog and sugar cookies on him.
>Oh yes, you do enjoy this. Making yourself look like a fool in front of Twilight Sparkle was absolutely worth this.
>But what happens when he’s gone?
>Will he return to Twilight so he may enjoy the rest of the night with her?
>No. You don’t like that. Not at all.
>You… You have an idea. You’re a little unsure of its repercussions, but…
>Anonymous’ arms around you right now… it feels right. His body’s warmth with your own. The steady rising of his chest…
>Yes. You know of a perfect way to spend the evening with him.
>Besides, he let you sleep in his home last night.
>It’s only fair for you to return the favor.
>And since you are The Humble and Generous Trixie, it’s only natural for you to return the favor, and then some more.
>Minutes later, Anonymous reaches your wagon.
>He tries to leave you on the front step, but you won’t have it.
>You insist he brings you to your bed.
>He reluctantly obliges.
>Oh how he doesn’t know what’s in store for him.
>He opens the door and brings you back into your cramped, cold wagon, and attempts to lay you down on the small bed in the corner.
>Yet you keep a firm grip on his shoulders.

>”Trixie-“
“Hush.”
>You give him a quick peck on the lips, just to test the waters.
>A heavy blush quickly appears on his face. You can’t help but giggle at this before going in for another.
>You push further this time, lightly exploring the inside of his lips with your tongue as he remains stunned by your sudden advances.
>He pulls away, taking a couple breaths before voicing his protests.
>”I-I don’t know-“
>You give him a quick peck on the lips once again.
>”If I should-”
>Once more.
>”Take advantage-“
>You let out a loud guffaw at this.
“Take ad… Trixie is the one pushing this on you, Anonymous.”
>”But-“
>No. No more words. You’ve made yourself clear.
>You give him what can loosely be considered a kiss, mooshing your face against his and shoving your tongue wherever he would allow. There wasn’t much to begin with, but he loosens his jaw quickly enough, allowing you further in.
>His own passion begins to spark to life as his tongue twitches against yours. His body starts pressing against yours. And he can’t even suppress a small moan as you tighten your thighs around him.
>This went all went on for a few minutes until you felt something as he adjusts himself a little further forward.
>You push him off. A trail of saliva drips onto your chin as you look down to his now bulging crotch.
>It’s gotten past the point of merely upsetting Twilight. Your own desire has control of the reins now.

>Being the impatient mare you are, you attempt to use magic to remove his pants. You honestly have no idea how the stupid things work, but you’re damn sure you’re going to find out.
>Just as Anonymous reaches his hand down to help, you finally figure it out, pulling his pants and undergarments down in a flash.
>The darkness makes it difficult to see exactly what’s in store for you down there. You’re fairly confident he-
>Your thoughts are interrupted as he begins taking off his shirt.
>Honestly? You’re giving him every sign that you want this now, and he’s… Ugh.
>Using magic once more, you simply rip the damn thing off.
>The quick flash of light from your magic illuminated his erection momentarily. He’s obviously not a stallion, but just because it’s new doesn’t mean it’s something to easily dismiss. What you’re about to do is a testament to that statement.
>You expect him to immediately enter you. Take you like a stallion. Make you scream his name into the night.
>But he just hesitates.
“… Well?”
>”Ah… I… Nevermind.”
“Now is not the time to get stage fri-AAAAAHNNnnhaa”
>If his goal was to shut you up, he did a fine job of doing so.
>The only noises that escaped you were the quiet moans you made as he continuously thrusted himself into you.
>And this is the way you like it. No romance. No beating around the bush. All you wanted out of this was a good lay.
>And to upset Twilight Sparkle. But she’s miles away from being on your mind at the moment.

>After what is easily the longest sex of your life, Anonymous finally releases into you without warning.
>Worries seep into the back of your mind, but the ‘different species’ thing dispels that immediately, allowing you to fully enjoy your post coitus bliss.
>You slowly close your eyes as Anonymous crawls over you to find his own spot on the small bed.
>As you hear him get settled, you roll over and snuggle closely to his chest.
>No ‘Good Nights’ are exchanged between the two of you. The both of you fall asleep soon after the deed.
>You dream of nothing that night, making the morning seemingly come quicker.
>You attempt to grab out for Anonymous before opening your eyes, only to find an empty spot next you to.
>After a grunt of displeasure, you sit up, only for pain to shoot through your temples.
>Oooooh, that’s right. Alcohol. Lots of it.
>You attempt to shake it off, only making it worse, and hop out of bed. You feel compelled to find Anonymous to talk about last night. At the time, you didn’t notice it. But, something was wrong. Not wrong enough to stop himself from rutting you like an animal last night. Regardless, you feel obligated to at least ask why.
>You recall him saying something about working at a sweetshop, which becomes painfully easy to find when you exit the wagon.
>Just down the road, a large building that looks like a large baked good. If that wasn’t enough of a hint, Anonymous is shoveling snow on the front steps of the place.
>You quickly trot down the road to him.
>And as you approach, he plainly tries to ignore you.
>You finally address him once you’re close enough to touch.

“Well, it seems both you and Trixie cannot sit still after an evening like that.”
>This elicits a small chuckle from him before he says, “Good morning to you too, Trixie.”
>He shoves the shovel into a pile of snow before wiping the sweat from his brow.
>”Want some breakfast?” He nods in the direction of the empty sweets shop. “Come on in.”
>He leads you inside, pulling out a chair for you before going into the kitchen and quickly returning with some very unhealthy baked goods.
>He takes a small glazed pastry before taking a seat across from you.
>”So, about last night…”
>Wasting no time, is he?
“Yes, it was quite a night, wasn’t it? One Trixie won’t be forgetting any time soon.”
>You lift a donut to your mouth, but stop once you notice Anonymous fiddling with his own.
“… But of course… Trixie must apologize for forcing that upon you. We had fun, but Trixie should have had your consent, first. She… was not in the best state.”
>His expression perks up a little at that.
>”That’s… You’re fine, Trixie. I had fun last night.”
>There’s still a hint of whatever his problem is in his voice.
“But… ?”
>”… But,” He sighs and leans back in his chair. “Where do we go after this?”
“What?”
>”I mean, do we just stay friends with benefits? If so, what if one of us finds someone else we like? I’m saying it now, if you were to return one day with a special somep0ny, I’d get upset.”

>“And what if we choose to try to make something out of it? We can’t date, Trixie. I can’t afford to just pack up and leave, and I can’t ask you to stop doing what you love. And what if things don’t work out? One of us would be getting horribly screwed in that situation. And what if-“
“Anonymous,”
>He continues on his worried rant. Words are futile in this situation, so you do the cheesiest thing you can think of.
>You spring out of your chair, and lock lips with the talkative human.
>The cliché works perfectly, as you have Anonymous’ full attention once you pull away.
“We’ll make it work. Besides,”
>You point a hoof down at his crotch.
“Trixie wants to brag about this.”