Lefty T. Writefag - Trixie's Concubine

>"Trixie is now more powerful than Twilight! Together, you and her could rule the world, what do you say? Care to become Trixie's concubine?"

"Trixie, I've gotta get this work done first. My grade depends on it. We can have fun later."
>She pouts, "Oh fine. You're no fun when you're like this anyway."
>You are Anonymous, and your girlfriend just walked into your room clad in dominatrix gear.
>You had to admit, she got you hard pretty easily, but now's not the time for kinky fun.
>Your geology teacher, Mr. Sombra, had given out a fifteen page assignment on crystals.
>How do you even come up with that much material?
>Then again, you were never a geologist.
>Trixie comes up behind you and wraps her arms around your neck.
>"So Anon, what has that crystal-obsessed teacher got you doing this time?"
>You flip through all the pages, staring her right in the eyes.
"One hundred and fifty questions on fucking rocks."
>She giggles, "Now now, it's not your place to judge how someone gets his rocks off."
>You were really trying hard- poor word choice, your BEST not to get distracted.
"Come on Trixie, you know I've always been good to you. Please just gimme this one night."
>Scratching her chin, she hums a tune.
>Finally, she yawns, "Oh alright, the Great and Powerful Trixie will allow you to work."
>As she gets to the doorway she stops, "And please, don't work yourself too hard. I worry about you."
>You nod, for all her antics she'd been good to you as well.
"Don't worry Trixie, I'll be sure to get some sleep."
>She smiles, "Alright, see you tomorrow Non."
>You turn back to your papers.
>Sometimes you hated paperwork.

>You're finally finished.
>All fifteen pages. Every single fucking question.
>You're not sure if you got everything right but Sombra can just deal with it.
>You put the papers in your bag and amble downstairs into the living room.
>Trixie fell asleep on your couch. Again.
>You smile, thinking about how you two ended up together.

>Oh shit, who is that handsome motherfucker?
>It's flashback Anon.
>It was a pretty average lunch, all things considered.
>Unfortunately Trixie decided to make a scene.
>Apparently she wanted to show some magic tricks off or something.
>Wanting to have a nice giggle, you decide to watch her.
>Much to your surprise, she was actually pretty good at entertaining a crowd.
>Until Snips and Snails broke the equipment.
>Then everybody started laughing.
"Ah come on guys, give her a break. We all know they aren't the best stage hands."
>Your buddy Norman wiped a tear from his eyes, "That's why it's hilarious dude!"
>You shot him a glare.
>"... Okay I'll stop, geez."
>You walk up to Trixie.
"Need a hand?"
>You extend your arm to her, all covered in rubble.
>"Trixie appreciates your assistance, but she does not recall your name."
"It's Anonymous. I sit next to you in geology, you probably wouldn't notice me though."
>"Oh! You're the guy that's always so well dressed. Not that Trixie finds that attractive."
>You pull her up, and accidentally give her a hug.
>Might as well run damage control now.
"Sorry, didn't mean to pull so hard."
>You start to let go when she stops you.
>"Trixie didn't tell you to stop, did she?"
>It's finally happening.

"I mean I just figured that you'd be upset because-"
>She puts a finger to your lips, "Shh, it's okay. Trixie understands."
>She wraps her arms around you and squeezes.
>Don't spill your spaghetti everywhere Anon.
>The fate of mankind rests upon your shoulders.
>Are you a bad enough dude to get the girl?
>Well, probably not. You beta as fuck yo.
"Um, everybody's watching."
>"When has that ever stopped Trixie?"
"Oh yeah, good point."
>You give her a hug back.
"Any particular reason you're being touchy-feely with me right now?"
>She hums a little song, she does have a nice singing voice.
>"Partly to save my own reputation, and partly because you feel nice."
>You can feel your face getting hotter.
"Uh, thanks? You smell nice by the way."
>"Trixie always keeps herself nice and clean."
>She whispers into your ear, "But she never knows when she might get dirty again."
>Mission control to boner, you are not authorized to erect yourself.
>Transmission not received, engaging the erection of Johnson now.
>"My my, does my voice turn you on that much?"
>She nuzzles your neck.
>Mission control to boner, you have the full support of the nervous system to erect.
"Ah- uh, y-yeah. It does. Sorry."
>She giggles, "Don't be, you're funny. Trixie likes you."
>She gives you a peck on the lips.
>"She'll give you a chance. Let's go get something to eat after school, alright?"
"That is absolutely fine by me."
>She gives you a wink and goes back to her table.
>That just happened.
>Holy shit did it happen.
>You sit back down next to Norman.
>"Bro! That. Was. AWESOME! How did you even do that man?"
>You give him a blank stare.
"I have no idea. I don't think I ever will. But maybe this'll work out?"
>He slaps you across the face, "Hey dude! Snap out of it!"
>You shake your head.
"Oh! Right, sorry. I uh, I dunno. Whatever her reasons, I stuck out for some reason."
>He snickers, "For once in your life."
>You roll your eyes, oh Norman.

>Last class of the day, biology with Ms. Chrysalis.
>She was always a love-or-hate teacher among the students.
>You enjoyed her classes, even if some people didn't like how demanding she could be.
>You knew she just wanted the best for her students.
>You gave her a wave as you walked in.
"Hey Ms. Chrys, how's your day been?"
>She turns, finishing up writing today's lesson on the board.
>"Hello Anonymous! It's been fine, I had to give Flash Sentry detention."
"Why? He's not such a bad guy from what I've seen. Even high fives me sometimes."
>She sighs, "One of his buddies convinced him to do something stupid."
"Really? Peer pressure? On a guy like him?"
>"He's not as high and mighty as your social hierarchy would lead you to believe."
>She dusts her hands off, "He's a dork. A popular dork, but still just a dork."
>Walking over to you, she takes the homework you had ready for her.
>"Not that there's anything wrong with that, I know that much from you."
>You laugh, she's always there to compliment your work.
"Don't mention it ma'am. Oh! I'm gonna go get coffee and a light meal with Trixie after school today!"
>She smiles, "Well, looks like my little Nonny is growing up. Whatever shall I do without him?"
>You give her a hug, she's been there for you ever since you started living on your own.
>Hell, she even adopted you. But you didn't want to impose.
"Don't worry about it Ms. C, I'm still your son."
>She holds you for a moment, "I know Anon, I know."
>Breaking the embrace before others started trickling in, you smile.
"Now then, we should get ready for class."
>Chrysalis adopting you did no favors with people poking fun at you.
>But she was a caring mother, even has a couple of her own.
>Sometimes you hung out with them and played video games.
>Chitin and Laurva were always there to back you up.
>Taking your seat next to Rarity, the gossip pokes your side.
>"Psst, hey Anon."

"What is it now Rarity?"
>She crosses her arms, "Well you don't have to be so huffy."
"I kind of do, actually. You're always nosing around my life."
>"I beg your pardon? I simply wish to keep up with my friends!"
"Really? Then what's my birthday?"
>"Ah... I uh, hehe. Okay fine! So I'm a bit of a gossip."
>You raise your eyebrow.
>"A... lot of a gossip. That's beside the point! What was up with Trixie?"
"Apparently, and no I don't know why, she's giving me a chance to be her boyfriend."
>Rarity's eyes were glued to you, "I never expected she'd actually get laid."
>You what?
"Uh... moving a bit fast there, Ms. Wonderland."
>She waves you off, "As if you'd screw up your one chance at getting some."
>You raise a finger to argue, but then shrug. She's right, you wouldn't.
"Fair enough, but it's still not going to happen for a while."
>"I thought you disliked being the romanticist."
"Only if it's as extreme as your fantasy"
>She grumbles, "Is it a crime to want to have a prince? A knight in shining armor?"
>You chuckle, she's almost got you there.
>Almost.
"No, but it is pretty naive for such a budding fashionista like yourself."
>"Some of us aren't as grumpy as you are Anon."
"Some of us like to keep our heads out of the sky."
>"I hope you two get married just so I can tell you how wrong you were."
"I hope I do get married, and that you're still leading that freshman Spike on a booty chase!"
>"He is my assistant! Maybe in a couple of years or so I'd date him."
"Right, sure you will."
>"Don't get testy with me! I made your suit, remember?"
"Yeah yeah."
>She pouts some more, time flies it seems.
"You're lucky I've been taking notes, otherwise Chrysalis would have our heads."
>"Whatever do you mean?"
>You show her the clock.
"I'll let you borrow my notes for the weekend. I'll just read my book."
>She blushes at her problem.
>"Thank you Anonymous, you're a gentlemen despite your faults."

>You show up to a nice little coffee joint near the school.
>Trixie waves you over to her side.
>"Trixie was..."
>She clears her throat.
>"I was hoping you'd show up. It's been a while since I've done this."
>You sit down next to her, scooting close to her.
"Why? You're pretty enough and talented enough."
>You can see her expression darken.
>"I've always had a problem with people apparently."
"But you're great with a crowd."
>"That's different, they expect you to put on a show."
>She grips your hand. Her skin is rougher than you thought it would be.
>"I've always had to set up my shows on my own, but those two insisted on helping me."
>She laughs, "I gave them a chance and I was ruined in front of everyone."
>You give her hand a squeeze. You can feel how much work she's done in that one grip.
"You gave me a chance too, but why?"
>She looks up at you, a film of tears starting to form.
>But she wouldn't cry, you can see it in her face.
>"Because in all her years, Trixie was never once helped up."
>You stare at her.
"You're serious? One little act of kindness is all it took?"
>"Well, maybe it had to do with you helping me in geology."
"I wasn't sure you remembered those favors."
>"Trixie- Um, I never forget a favor. Especially not from a friend."
"You mean you weren't just making fun of me all that time?"
>She punches your arm, "I'm trying to be serious for a moment Non!"
>Non?
"Non?"
>She blushes, "Y-yes, that's you."
>Eh, there are worse nicknames.
"Don't worry about it, it's fine."
>She straightens herself out.
>"Anyway, I do not wish to speak anymore of sad tidings."
>Your coffee and doughnuts were brought over.
>"Let us talk about the present, and perhaps the future."
>You smile, that'd be nice.
>The two of you spent a good while just shooting the shit.

>"And then she forgot to lock the bathroom door! Haha!"
"You must've been mad."
>"Not really, I got to assert my dominance."

"O-oh you did?"
>"They weren't expecting my tits to be that nice."
>She leans into your ear, nibbling it a bit before kissing your neck.
>"Or my ass."
"Y-your Great and Powerful Ass?"
>She gives a hearty chuckle, "My my, you already have a name for it?"
"Always did to be honest."
>"I might have to punish you."
"And I might enjoy that."
>She whispers into your ear, "Good, because I need to be on top."
"Fine by me, but maybe we should talk about this later?"
>"Trixie would be glad to accompany you home."
"Already? What about your parents?"
>You see her flinch, "They're on vacation, thankfully. They're embarrassing but I love them."
"My parents aren't around anymore. Not my real ones anyway."
>"D-do I want to know?"
"What's there to know? They got in a car accident a couple years ago."
>"Oh, sorry."
"Ah don't worry about it, I've moved on. Plus I've got Ms. Chrysalis now!"
>She gives you a peck on the cheek.
>"Don't forget about me."
>She flutters her eyes at you.
"Y-yeah, you too."
>You both stare at each other.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
>"No parents to get in the way?"
"Yep."
>"You got condoms?"
"Yep."
>"Oh just let Trixie show you how it's done then!"
>She practically drags you out of the coffee shop.
>You fling the payment and a tip onto the table.
>"Which way is your house?"
"Uh, that way?"
>"Let us go to your humble abode then!"

>You are present day Anon.
>Those were good times.
>Not that these aren't, but still.
>You see Trixie mumble in her sleep.
>"Hnf, lower Anon. Thanks for the massage."
>She almost rolls out into the floor.
>You catch her as she falls.
>Squinting her eyes open, she smiles.
>"Thanks."
"No problem, wanna go upstairs and cuddle?"
>"Mhm, that'd be nice."
>You carry her upstairs, this girl was crazy.
>The sex was amazing.
>But she was a great and powerful person.
>And all because of some acts of kindness.
>Life was good sometimes.

The End.