Picnic With Trixie -Complete-

>Trixie stopped pulling her cart and took a deep breath.
>What a wonderful day for a picnic.
>The sun is shining, the sky is is blue as Trixie’s flank, and there’s not a cloud to hide it!
>A wonderful day indeed.
>You watch as Trixie unsaddled herself from her cart and began rooting through her things.
>She pulled out a blanket that had a similar pattern to her cape and she led you outside.
>Seated on the blanket, you watched her flank as she happily marched herself back into her cart to make lunch.
>You then looked around. All around you was grass and open field, not a soul in sight.
>You were alone with Trixie.
>Time for some stretches!
>The long trip left your legs stiff as you tried to stretch them, but it hurt too much.
>Not today!
>Trixie emerged from her cart with a basket.
>She noticed you and frowned.
>”Anon!”
>She called out, but you pretended not to notice.
>”You better not be trying to escape again!”
>The restraints around your wrists began to ache.
>”I’d hate to have to break your other leg!”

>Trixie sat on the blanket across from you, with the basket between you two.
>Trixie used her magic to levitate out a hay burger and she began to eat.
>You wouldn’t eat even if could, you were happier just starving to death.
>The pony formed and offered her hay burger to you.
>You shake your head, refusing the meal.
>”I made it myself.” She offered.
>Trixie then used her magic to open your mouth and force you to eat the burger.
>It didn’t feel right, magically eating.
>It was almost like you were inside someone else’s body.
>You’ve been living like this for some time.
>You’ve lost track of the days.
>The only way to tell the day was by the cracks in the cart.
>She’s taken to blindfolding to encourage good behavior.
>As you swallow, Trixie give you clap with her hooves.
>”Very good Anon! You may very well get your reward earlier than usual if you keep it up!”
>While it may not excuse being held hostage, at least the sex is great.
>From the look she’s giving you right now, it looks like a blow job is in your near future.
>Well, every cloud has its sliver lining.
>Your silver lining happens to be the silver maned mare’s mouth around your cock.
>At least she swallows.