Trixieville - Part 4

>Day 79 in Trixieville. Once again, Twilight Sparkle has returned to try to remove Trixie from Ponyville again.
>And judging by the way Trixie is tattooing her name in an unconscious Twilight’s belly with some laser-like magic, you think Trixie won this one. Again
>The crowd stands around the two of them, chatting among themselves about Twilight’s… what is this, ninth or tenth defeat?
>Twilight begins to come to just as Trixie finishes dotting her ‘I’s.
>”Are we done napping now, hm?”
>”Trixie…” Twilight groans.
>”So how many times do you have to lose before you get the message? Twenty? Thirty?”
>”I’ll never… give-“
>”I know you won’t, just like Trixie will never stop beating your rump into the ground every time to come back. Besides, I’m beginning to think they don’t even want you back.”
>”That’s not…”
>”Anonymous!” She halfway turns to you. “Coat! It’s getting a little too cool for Trixie’s tastes.”
“Right away, Trixie!” You say with far too much enthusiasm.
>This is what you’ve been doing for the past two weeks. Pretending to be happy doing Trixie’s bidding. Most townsfolk have caught on to the ruse, but Trixie seems completely oblivious to it.
>With Trixie’s fur coat hanging over your arm, you quickly walk up the Trixie and gently lay the coat over her back.
>Trixie gives Twilight a mischievous little smirk.
>”Don’t you see how happy he is to be under Trixie’s command? Ahem, Anonymous.”
“Yes?”
>”Tell Trixie how she did in the last duel.”
“You were marvelous.”

>”And tell Sparkle what you think of The Great and Powerful Trixie.”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie is the most great and powerful pony in the world.”
>Trixie silently giggles to herself and rolls her shoulders.
>Twilight looks slightly surprised, but mostly annoyed.
>”You know he’s just saying-“
>”Enough! You can talk the next time you come back, just before you lose. For now,” Trixie wraps Twilight in a red magical shell. “Begone!”

>With a flick of Trixie’s horn, Twilight disappears from sight in an intense red flash.
>There’s a momentary uncomfortable silence only broken by the shifting of hooves throughout the crowd.
>Trixie’s expression of smug self-satisfaction speaks for itself, telling everyone that Trixie was very pleased with today’s events.
>”Excellent news, subjects. In light of another victory by me, Trixie, I will be giving all of your twice as many food rations for the evening!”
>Murmurs of excitement and confusion echo throughout the crowd. Of course Trixie can’t have everyone being so happy. It’s just not like her.
>”Exeeeept…” She browses the crowd, searching for a random target. “You.” She points to Rarity.
>”M-me? But why?”
>”Do not question Trixie! Any p0ny to give extra food to this mare shall receive NO food for the next three days. Is that understood?”
>Rarity huffs and stops a hoof while the rest of the crowd remains silent. They soon disperse and Trixie commands you to follow her back to the town hall.
>Trixie has definitely warmed up to you in the past couple weeks. She would still treat you like a servant, but far better than the rest of the Ponyville townsfolk. For starters, buffets every night. She doesn’t really abuse you as much as the other citizens. The best part is probably the large new room she gave you. She closed off access to the spa, though. She said she was worried about you giving private massages to others. The implications in her statement were not subtle. It wasn’t as if you had any kind of say in it anyway.
>And the entire time, you’ve been pretending you enjoy being in Trixie’s special little spotlight. You still have no idea why you are, but you are thankful for its positives and lamenting its negatives.

>Soon enough, the two of you arrive back at the town hall and go through the routine. Trixie makes you remove her clothes. She tells you to fetch whatever it is she needs. Then stops everything for the next meal, which is just as big and extravagant than the last.
>And there’s actually lobster this time. Thank you, Snails!
>You spend several minutes reviewing today’s event with Trixie and complimenting her on every choice she made, saying they were, “What had to be done and you were the perfect mare for the job.”
>She eats up every compliment, completely ignorant to your brown nosing. Unfortunately, it hasn’t gotten you anywhere in the past weeks Trixie has been giving you special attention. You have learned nothing of when or even if Trixie ever removes that amulet of hers. She disappears into her room every night, and you haven’t dared to enter it. You fear it might be the only place you can catch it off of her, and that’s only a hope. If you walk in on Trixie while she’s doing… whatever with the intent to steal her shit, you don’t expect you’ll live to see the end of that day.
>As the two of you began digging into your respective meals, you notice Trixie has been stealing glances at you much more often than normal. She’d size you up and let out quiet sighs without the slightest bit of subtlety.
>You try to pay it all no mind right now, as you are in the middle of eating a butter bathed lobster. Ooooooh god how doing this has it perks.
>But halfway through a large bite, Trixie pops an odd question.
>”Human.”
“Hm?” You say through a mouthful of crustacean.
>”Are you well shaped, compared to the rest of your species?”
“… Uhm…”
>”No stalling, it was a clear question.”

>You think… she means ‘are you in shape?’. The answer is, ‘Could be better’ but you have a feeling Trixie is hoping for a straight yes.
“Very well shaped for my species, Trixie. In fact, only a few men could ever claim to be more handsome than me!”
>Cautious disbelief crosses Trixie’s face for only a moment before she leans back in her seat and closes her eyes.
>”Hmph! Trixie knew she made the right choice!”
“For what, Trixie?”
>Even without the title attached, it’s getting annoying saying her name every single sentence.
>”I think your loyalty has shown through. Obviously Trixie is so great, you’re willing to abandon your friends and stay with her!”
>A-all those things were forced…
>”It comes as no surprise,” She flicks her hair. “Spending time with Trixie will have that effect on ponies.” Trixie adopts her mischievous expression once again and leans forward into the table.
>”But I have something special. You see…” Her eyes wander over you once again as she bites her lip. “Trixie is going to need a… personal servant.”
>The only sound that emanates from your side of the table is the clattering of lobster against porcelain.

>Later that night, around midnight. Three knocks to the boutique door.
>Instead of the cheery voice of Ponyville’s beloved seamstress answering, all you get is a quiet unlatching, which you follow up by entering the building.
>In the show room where Rarity contains her modeling mannequins, candles are lit to give off a little light, but only enough to see obstructions. Trixie has cracked down on curfew recently and being caught would cause serious problems.
>A very dully lit Rarity sits in a small sofa to the right of the door while Applejack stands in the middle of the room. You can’t see Rainbow Dash, but you can hear her snoring.
“Ladies…”
>They both silently acknowledge you and the three of you find places to sit somewhere in the middle of the room.
>”It’s been almost a week since we talked. You figure out anythin’?” Applejack starts.
>You shake your head and look to the ground.
>Applejack sighs and Rarity offers her a comforting pat on the back.
>”Now, now, we just need to keep faith in Anonymous. Even if he doesn’t find that out, surely he’ll find a way to nullify Trixie, or anything really.”
“Er… I might be coming up on something though.”
>”And why’s that?”
“Trixie wants… a personal, and I mean… personal… servant.”
>Both mares are smart enough to catch onto your meaning quickly enough.
>”You can’t possibly mean-,”
“She never confirmed anything but I would actually be getting a… ugh, uniform. And I’d be required to be more dutiful towards her needs.”

>”She just went and said that? Phew, I told ya seduction was an option, I didn’ think you’d jump to it so fast.”
“Well… she never said… directly… but the implications…”
>”Good heavens, Anonymous. Don’t jump to conclusions like that unless you’re absolutely positive.”
“Well soooor-“
>Applejack sharply shushes you to quiet you down. You were being a little too loud there.
“Right, sorry,” You dial back down to a whisper. “Anyway, if I don’t buckle under the panic and run away, I might have a way into her room.” Rarity opens her mouth once again to interject but you cut her off with another, “Might!”
>Applejack looks slightly hopeful, but Rarity still seems unsure about it all.
>”I must voice my complaints about this. Shouldn’t we figure something out that doesn’t involve Anonymous getting… down?”
>”Down?”
>”Well I can’t think of anything that isn’t a lewd word for such a lewd situation!”
>You shush the ladies as they are getting too loud this time.
>”S-sorry… but we should really find an alternative.”
“It’s not even the plan, Rarity. It’s more like an uncertainty that we may or may not want to happen.”
>”Well… if you say so. But I really don’t want you doing anything you don’t find necessary.”
“That’s fine. Let’s… move on from that. How’s Dash and Flutters holding up?”
>”Dash is getting her butt worked off every day. She managed to make it here but crashed on the spot. We… haven’t seen Fluttershy since yesterday. Dunno what happened.”
“Good, good. I uh, I think it’s time to get out of here. I have to get up early. Uniform fitting or… something.”
>”Fitting? Why was I not informed of this?”
“Not sure, maybe we’ll find out in the morning. See you girls then.”
>”Night, Anon.”
>”Goodnight, Anonymous.”

>The next morning is… it’s a goddamn nightmare.
>Trixie awakes you far too early, demanding you to get out of your tiny room and your tush into gear.
>Halfway out of the building, Trixie blasts you with a silky wall of smoke and magic from behind.
>Disoriented and confused, you fall to the granite floor, hacking and coughing.
“Trixie… what… the hell was that?”
>”Ah, ah. No complaints. Trixie told you of this last night. So, what do you think?”
“Think of wh-“
>The smoke has dissipated quickly, revealing a change of wardrobe.
>”Isn’t it maaaagnificent?”
>Looking down at your clothes, you cringe as if you just witnessed a forty car pileup.
>You want to believe what you’re seeing is just an illusion. You nearly go blind from the colors. Somewhere in Ponyville, Rarity is retching and she doesn’t know why. You have a sudden hatred from people who thought this was fashionable thirty years ago.
>Trixie has transformed your clothes into a blue and purple tracksuit.
”Nng… Nnnn…”
>“Nnnnnnyyyessss? Excellent! Trixie knew you would love your uniform.”
>Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuugh.
>”Now quit lazing about. We have several matters to attend to this morning and you will be in charge of the first?”
>After a lengthy sigh, you push yourself to your feet, your new clothes making that horrible scratchy noise the entire way.
>This is a whole new level of evil. Trixie should rot in every level and dimension of hell.

>The two of you soon exit the town hall. The early morning temperature in Trixie Ponyville is frigid and completely unlikeable. The ever looming dark clouds provide the threat of rain at any time, which is whenever Trixie feels like it. The sun has not quiet risen fully above the cloud line so light shines through the barrier. It’s still far too dark for the time though.
>But then there’s something a little more important.
>Next to Trixie’s mega throne is Flutterbear. Flutterbear with a saddle on the back.
>”Your outfit was only the beginning! This mount will definitely be worthy of Trixie’s servant.”
“It’s Fluttershy.”
>”I cannot think of any reason why a mare wouldn’t love to see a stallion riding a large, ferocious bear as mount.”
“It’s Fluttershy.”
>”The yellow one? Trixie cannot recall correctly.”
“Yes, the non-ferocious Fluttershy.”
>”If you would like, Trixie can find you a REAL ferocious bear to ride.” Trixie says sarcastically.
“N-no thanks…”
>”Good. If you are done whining, climb upon your beast. Trixie’s escort will arrive soon.”
>You nervously walk up to Fluttershy, who has her head nearly buried into the ground.
“… Flutters?”
>”Oh… oh, hello, Anonymous.”
“Heeey… how’re you holding up?”
>”I-I’m fine. I’m… looking forward to being your mount.”
“You know I’m sorry about all this, right?”
>”Right. Don’t worry, I remember the plan.”
“Good,” You give Fluttershy a pat on the side of her haunches. “Now, may I?”
>”Go right ahead. I can handle it.”
>You let out another deep sigh before climbing onto the saddle and seating yourself not so comfortably.
>While you’re getting settled, a battalion of Pegasi descend from the sky just as Trixie climbs onto her throne. Rainbow Dash is in the mix.

>With an enormous amount of effort, the Pegasi manage to lift the throne off the ground and above their heads. They keep the throne afloat with just them generating enough wingpower. You’d be more amazed if it weren’t a cruel act.
>”Are we ready, Anonymous?”
>You adjust your hips a little more which causes your uniform to scratch up against the saddle to make more of that dreadful noise
“We’re set.”
>”Excellent. Quickly, to the Western part of town!”
“What are we doing there?”
>”A test, and also something that must be done.”
“A test? Might I ask who for?”
>”You, my servant. If you are to serve under Trixie, I expect more loyalty than you have previously shown. Obviously, you have taken quite the liking to Trixie, but we must know whose word has more influence on you.”
>Oh shit. You don’t really like the sound of this. This is going to be some sort of, ‘Friends of Death!’ choice isn’t it? Hopefully not nearly as morbid.
>Before responding, you climb atop Fluttershy.
“I… admit if this test came up a few weeks ago, you may have been disappointed. But…”
>”Hm, but?” Trixie’s smug grin shows that she is once again like butter against the hot knife of your words.
“But, I think after these past few weeks, things are a little different.”
>Flutterbear, making sure to face away from Trixie, rolls her eyes hard enough to see the back of her head.
>”Mmm, yes. Go into detail once again about why you find Trixie so wonderful.”
“Oh, where should I begin?”

>While you entangle Trixie in a series of metaphorical dick sucking compliments, the two of your make your way to where Trixie has set up this test. The fear of its contents begins to drift away the closer you get. With an ego erect as hers right now, she will likely care less and less about the test itself. ‘Anonymous! Place this coat over a puddle of water so Trixie may cross it. If you do so, Trixie will reveal all of her darkest secrets and give you my amulet!’
>Yeah, sounds about right.
>The two of you walk across the town until you come across a growing crowd of ponies all surrounding a small stage. What exactly is on that stage remains blurred until you’re much, much closer.
>You and Fluttershy gasp simultaneously while Trixie’s face cracks into a twisted grin.
>”Trixie wasn’t sure whether you’d like this test or not. But a lady such as her… well, most ponies do have a guilty pleasure.”
>”I assure you, I am NOT enjoying this! Let me go! I’ve done nothing wrong!” Rarity yells from the stage, detained in a worn pillory.
>The crowd around her had a mess of different reactions. Some were aghast, others confused, and some even excited, as Rarity’s flank was put on display in her imprisonment. Her hooves and head poked out the other side while her front knees and neck were tightly clasped in the device.
“What’s going on?”
>”We, and I mean you, are going to make an example of this harlot.”
“… Harlot?”
>”Hmph, don’t try to deny it. Get on stage and I will tell you exactly what you need to do.”

>You push your way through the crowd and climb atop the rickety stage.
>”Fine… morning, Anonymous.” Rarity tries her best to keep a calm demeanor.
“Yeah… don’t worry, you’ll be out of that soon enough.”
>”I wish I could believe you.”
“Me too.”
>Trixie clears her throat loudly to shut the two of you and every onlooker up.
>”If the two of you could stop chatting for a moment, Trixie can explain why you are up there!”
>After a moment of silence, Trixie continues.
>”Good. Anonymous. You are to punish this dress maker for her recent actions. While not in direct defiance of me, she certainly crossed the line.”
>”What on Earth are you talking about? I’ve done nothing more than make your banner, tapestry, dresses and anything else you’ve ordered!”
>”You’ll figure it out soon enough. Servant.” She turns to you. “… Take this.”
>Trixie’s horn alights as a wooden paddle slowly floats out from behind her throne to your hands.
>You give the white, smooth, holed paddle a quick feel before glancing back at Rarity. Both you and her seem to be processing this at the same speed.
“… Trixie, I don’t-”
>”You don’t, what?”
“I don’t understand. What-“
>”It is simple. You will raise the instrument I have given you, then strike the pompous one on the rump, ten times.”
“Why?!”
>”… Did you think I didn’t see you entering her Boutique late last night?”
>You and Rarity exchange panicked glances and the crowd whispers between each other. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a mare in a stetson hat giving you a stern look.
>”While I normally wouldn’t care who one pony sleeps with, but I cannot afford to have you so close to whom I suspect is the top conspirator against me.”

>Suddenly, you become worried of how well informed Trixie has become, and astonished how she is still missing the biggest detail. You.
>”Yes, yes. I know of it all. And I must apologize for forcing the two of you to break your relationship off so suddenly. But, what an exciting way to do it. Public display, moderate bondage, mild abuse? Oooh, you are a kinky couple aren’t you.”
“That’s not-“
>Rarity sharply shushes you.
>”Anonymous.” Rarity quietly hisses. With the volume of the crowd, Trixie won’t hear a word of what she’s saying. “I know how badly the both of us want to deny these allegations, but we don’t want Trixie question further.”
>You try speaking once again, but she continues before you can.
>”I can handle a little spanking. I was a little wild as a filly after all.”
“You’ll have to tell me about that.”
>”After Trixie is no longer in power. I promise. Now, hit me.”
>”Are you two DONE?!” Trixie is getting impatient, and the pegasi under them growing tired.
“Yes, miss Trixie. S-shall I begin?”
>”You should have thirty seconds ago. You are disappointing me.”
“My apologies…”
>You slowly raise the paddle and get it ready for a swing. Rarity looks forward and keeps a stoic, if not a little angry expression on her face. The crowd has fallen silent as they wait for that first loud slap of wood against Rarity.
>You grip the handle firmly before letting loose a mighty swing.
>A swing that immediately loses momentum. You slack-arm it the entire way, causing it to slow drastically. It merely bounces off Rarity’s behind without so much as a sound.

>The crowd remains silent and a little disappointed. Even Rarity slightly cocks her head in confusion.
>”Fifteen times.”
“What?!” You spin on your heels to face an upset Trixie.
>”Every time I see or hear a weak swing, I add more. Not a single pony is leaving until her punishment is due, either.”
”But… that’s not…”
“Don’t disappoint me again.”
>She leans back in her throne and waves for you to continue.
>You turn back towards Rarity and raise the paddle. You try to think of another way out of this, but the hesitation only upsets Trixie more.
>”Stop stalling!” Rarity’s tail lights up with Trixie’s red aura and quickly yanks up, lifting Rarity’s hind  legs off the floor and causing her to yelp in pain.
>This also lets everyone see Rarity. All of her. Sickeningly enough, some stallions even cheered.
>”You have five seconds until it becomes thirty, Anonymous! Five!”
>Shit shit shit!
>”Four!”
>You cock your arms back once again, ready to strike this time.
>”Three!”
>God, you can’t do this. You could never hit a defenseless girl. This is sick.
>”Do it!” Rarity hisses under her breath.
>”Two!”
“I’m sorry…”
>”ONE!”
>”WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIITTTT!” A shrill, but familiar voice yells from behind Trixie.
>A voice we have all missed. Everything seems to stop as everyone looks over to the source of the voice, hoping her return would finally mean freedom.
>Trixie climbs up to peek over the back of her throne, and her face contorts into annoyance once she sees its source.
>”You?!”
>Yes, Trixie.
>Standing in the middle of a narrow road, a breathless, muddy maned pink pony stands.
>Pinkie Pie has returned.