Cetux & Scoots - Taking Care of Trixie (unfinished)

>"Please Trixie, you will get a cold in that wagon. I can see the water dripping from the roof already"

"I can take care of myself Anon! I don't need your help!"

>She slams the door into your face and you can hear quiet whimpers from the inside

>It didn't lock from the impact and swings open a bit

>Pushing it open you see her curling up on a small blanket on the floor that seems to be her bed

>With her face buried in her hands she weeps and shrugs at your contact

>Putting your arms around her to comfy her she leans her head against your shoulder

>Stroking her hair she finds her voice again

>"I tried everything Anon! New tricks, scantly dressing even paying some of the audience to cheer for me"

>"If I cant make any money I will land on the streets soon"

>Her crying intensifies and you try to calm her down

>In one corner of her wagon you can see a malnourished hamster with a half empty water bowl

"Is that your hamster?"

>"Y-Yes. I try to feed him, but I don't have enough money "

>She reaches for its cage, takes the hamster out and pets it

"I know you don't want my help Trixie, but If you come with me just this night we could feed him and I'm sure you could need a warm place to sleep for a change"

>She wants to disagree, but with her hamster looking weak in her arms already she sighs and nods her head

>"Thank you Anon..."

>You help her up and take the hamster from her and put it back in its cage

>Wrapping the blanket from the floor around her shoulder you lead her out of the wagon and towards your car

 

>You open the passenger door for her and help her in.

"Alright, first stop is Petsmart; for a 10 lb. bag of hamster mix and some water formula for it's little sickness"

>"Thank you again Anonymous."

>You smile and run your hand through her wet hair.

"No problem, Trixie."

>After the trip to the pet store, on the way to your house, Trixie takes her hamster out of its cage again.

>"Anonymous..."

"Yea..."

>"How did you know that Pouchi is sick?"

"Oh....yea, about that. I have a pet gerbil back home and I have a book on how to raise and breed them. Long story, short; that little bit of gunk on Pouchi's nose is a clear indication that he is sick."

>"Oh..."

>Trixie puts Pouchi, the hamster, back in his cage as you pull into your home.

>You take the cage from Trixie's lap.

"You mind if I take him off your hands?"

>"No, not at all." Trixie smiles warmly to you.

>You open the car door for her again and lead her the house with your arm around her.

>The two of you get in the house and you set the hamster cage down next to your gerbil tank.

>The small, tan creature that resides within immediately runs over to the side of the tank to acknowledge it's new neighbor with curiosity.

>You take the food bowl and water bottle from inside the tank to refill them both and treat the water.

"Make yourself at home Trixie while I fix up some hot coco and fill up the food bowl and water bottle."

>"Okay..." Trixie says as she sits and curls up on the couch.

>You place the freshly filled food bowl and water bottle back into its respective hamster cage and come back to Trixie with a warm cup.

>"Thank you Anon."

"No problem Trixie, I'm just looking out for you."

>You take a sip out of you cup and immediately notice that it is not hot coco that you're drinking.

"What the hell? This tastes like..."

>You take another sip.

>"Wine, Anonymous?"

 

"Wine?"

>You look up at Trixie and notice that her cup is sitting on the coffee table upside-down.

"What do you mean...oh..."

>"I'm still a magician Anonymous..." Trixie is visible rubbing herself as she blows your mind.

"I thought that you were having trouble with your shows because of your lack of practice, Trix."

>"Well you are wondering as to how Trixie done that, correct?

>You let what she just said process through your mind.

>But she said herself that she was having trouble getting the money to maintain herself.

>How could she have changed the hot coco to wine?

>What is she? Jesus Christ himself, but reborn and R63'd?

>"No I am not Jesus, Anonymous. I simply found my true assistant." Trixie coos.

"Assistant?"

>"Basically my life partner. My father met his, which is my mother, to enable him to perform several difficult acts of magic."

>Okay now this is grade A sketchy. What do?

>You've got a horny girl right in front of you and you can believe a word of what she is saying.

>"It's time that I true thank you, Anonymous."

"Th-thank me? I-I was just doing a friend a solid."

>"Oh yes, and I see that you have a solid down stairs." Trixie points out.

>You look down then back up to notice that she isn't wearing her night shirt.

>Like it just disappeared...into thin air...

>Oh wait it's on your flat screen, barely hanging onto the corner.

>Trixie crawls on over you, rubbing her tatas up your chest as she goes.

>This really does get you going, now that you think about it.

>You lean in and take a breath taking kiss from her. Oddly enough it feels like a fire was just started within you, causing you to want more.

>With your lips still locked, Trixie unbuttons your shirt.

>You trace your hand down to her panties and prod at her asshole, enticing a deep moan from her inner self.

>Now that she has your shirt off, she breaks the kiss off and proceeds undo your trousers.

 

>A warm feeling spreads in your pants, getting hotter and hotter

>You get pulled back by the now painful feeling in your crotch

>Standing still in the kitchen with the cup in one hand and the pot in the other, pouring coco over the top and onto your pants

>You jump a little as you realize the hotness in your pants comes from your scolded dick

>It had been a few years since you girlfriend left you and the lack of sex really gets onto you sometimes

>Putting down the cup and pot you try to cool it by pulling the wet cloth away

>As soon as it cools down you take a new cup from the cupboard and fill it with the remaining coco

>Trixie still sits at the couch, looking around in your living room

>Your family was pretty wealthy and must feel a bit intimidating for her to sit there

>You give her the cup and sit down next to her while she takes a thirsty sip of the hot coco

"How long have you been living in that wagon now?"

>"I think it's been four months since I got kicked out of my apartment"

"How did that even happen in the first place? I thought that you shows were quite popular"

>"They were, until someone published all my tricks. From then on less and less people came until no one showed up at all"

"Couldn't you come up with new trick?"

>"I did, but it was too late... With no one to see them the word didn't spread"

>She takes another sip and warms her hands with the cup

>After she finished it you take it back to the kitchen and on your return to the living room she spreads her arms yawning

"I think we should go to bed, what do you think?"

>She nods and follows you leading the way to your room upstairs

>In your room you fold back the blanket on your bed and take the second one from the other side over to your sofa

>It's not very comfortable, but it will do for you that night

>Trixie goes towards the sofa, thinking she sleeps there

"No Trixie, you sleep in the bed, I'll take the sofa"

>"Are you sure? You don't have to sleep on the sofa, just for me. Why don't you sleep in the bed as well? It's big enough for us both"

>You are torn in your decision, on the one hand the sofa is really uncomfortable to sleep on but on the other it is not very gentleman like to sleep in the bed with her

>But she suggested it, so you put the blanket back on the bed

"Do you want a shirt to sleep in?"

>"That would be fine, thanks"

>You get one from a drawer and see your swimming shorts lie next to the shirt stack

>Handing both to her you turn around so she can change clothes

>"I'm done"

>You turn around and see her wearing your clothes, her hair got a bit messy and with the loosely fitting shirt and shorts she looked quite hot

>Quickly you get in the bed before your dick decides to go camping and puts up a tent

>Trixie slides under her blanket and gets comfy with letting out a sigh of relief

"Good night Trixie, sleep well"

>"Thanks Anon, you too"

>You reach for the light switch and the room darkens

 

>The next morning you wake up with a pressure on your chest

>Looking down you find that Trixie’s head is resting on it while she is still sleeping

>To prevent any awkward situations you try to slowly pull your body away from under her head

>She doesn't wake up from it and as you gently put her head on the sheets changes position which lets her shirt slide up a bit and revealing her slim belly

>You morning wood is now getting fully engaged so you hurry to the bathroom to get rid of it

>After a shower you return to your room where you find Trixie sitting on the edge of the bed stretching out

"Good morning. How did you sleep?"

>"Morning yourself, Anon. I slept like a stone."

"Why don't you take a shower while I make some breakfast for us? The bathroom is down the hallway"

>She takes her clothes and walks off

>You go downstairs into the kitchen, slice some bread, and put out some marmalade and sausage

>Boiling some water for eggs you also set up a pot with some milk for coco

>Just as you are done with it Trixie enters the kitchen wearing her clothes from yesterday

>First she goes over to Pouchis cage and checks on him

>His condition has improved since yesterday and he gained a little weight since yesterday and his water bottle is half empty, so she refills it and the food bowl before turning to you

>She found a brush and combed her hair, her paleness and dark circles under the eyes were gone

>You both sit down at the table and eat quietly

"So, Trixie do you have any plans for today? If you want you can stay here while I finish some business in town"

>"I think I go back to my wagon, thanks"

"You can sleep over whenever you want. I could pull your wagon on the lawn if you want, my parents are away for the next month, so I could use some company"

>"Well if you insist, I think it would be great to have someone to accompany for a change"

"So should I pick you and your wagon up after I am done?"

>"Sounds okay to me"

>Finishing breakfast you clean up and get ready to leave

>Originally you wanted to take your car, but to pull her wagon you decide to take your dads truck

 

>After you are done in in town you head to the lot where Trixie’s wagon is parked and knock on the door

>"Come in, it's open"

>You enter and she stands there in her cape, seemingly practicing magic tricks

"Are you ready? I got the truck, so we can go"

>"Just give me one more second"

>She concentrates back on her trick

>With a swing of her wand she makes it turn into a bouquet

>Taking off her cape she lies it over a small table in front of her and as she pulls it away there stands a vase in which she puts the flowers

"Wow Trixie, that was a neat trick, how'd you do that?"

>"A true magician never reveals her tricks!"

>Remembering how she got into this situation it felt kind of rude that you asked her this

>"I believe you want to hook the wagon up to your truck now?"

"Yes, do you want to wait on the passenger seat while I do so?"

>She goes around the wagon, you close the door and follow her

>While she takes a seat you hook hitch up to the truck and release the brakes of it

>Everything is set, so you get in the driver’s seat, start the engine and drive home

>During the ride Trixie chats with you about some of her other tricks that she came up with in the last weeks

>Some of them sound really entertaining and promising

>As you arrive home you maneuver the wagon on the front lawn and with the breaks secure and the truck detached you park it in the garage

"Why don't you collect your clothes so we can throw em in the washing machine?"

>"That would be great, I running out of fresh clothes to wear, since I don't come around to wash them that often"

>She enters the wagon and soon later return with a basket filled over the top with her laundry

>You take it from her and lead to the washing room where you sort it and put it in the machine

"Well, we have to kill some time until it’s finished. Want to watch some TV?"

>"Sounds great"

>With some snacks you get comfortable on the couch in front of the flat screen and zap through the channel

>Stopping at a reality show that at isn't completely horrible you watch together

>She gets quite chatty, now that she feels more comfortable, so the TV is more providing background noise than that you are actually following it

>Until an the ad break that is

>It's a simple buzzword that catches your attention

>'Talent show'

>You look at the screen and turn the volume up

>'The Canterlot-University is hosting a talent show the next month - It will be held as a contest for 3 scholarships paired with a charity event. Every contestant needs to apply until the end of the month. It will cost 100$ to participate, which will go to charity. Applicati-'

"Wouldn't that be something for you Trixie?"

>"It would be, but as you know I can't even feed my hamster. How do you expect me to pay the 100$ to even enter the competition, let alone winning it?"

"Oh... I haven't thought about that honestly..."

>"I'll go practice in my wagon now if you don't mind"

>Not waiting for an answer she gets up and leaves through the front door

 

>You put on your shoes and follow her out minutes later to watch her practice.

>WTF, she's just standing there.

>Suddenly a "click" rings throughout your ears and you see an orange disk float in the air, several feet above Trixie's head.

>She jumps back and points her wand at the disk.

>The disk is engulfed a cloud of white smoke and blue and gold confetti stars.

>A dove explodes out of the cloud and flies onto Trixie's open hand.

>This is something clearly new, and you like it.

"Wow Trixie, I didn't know you could do that."

>Trixie looks at you over her shoulder and smiles.

>"Oh, this...this was nothing compared to my old acts."

>Your joy was killed by Trixie's remark. Who could do something like this to such a sweet woman.

>This shit kinda bothers you a bit too much, maybe it is time to ask as to how this happened.

"Hey Trixie, how did your magic acts end up getting published?"

>"Oh, I never told you?"

"No, I'm afraid not."

>"Well, we magicians don't reveal our tricks to anyone. But that is not entirely true, we always reveal a small aspect to our assistants."

"Uh huh...."

>"Well my assistant, I don't know why she would ever do this, but..."

>She looks down at the ground.

>"...she ended up completing an act for me before the audience. After the act, I seen pamphlets containing the secrets to my acts."

"Now who and why would someone do that to you?"

>Well...my assistant, Twilight Sparkle, apparently she was jealous or something, I don't entirely know. She said nothing to me the most of the time whenever I was teaching her."

 

>Twilight Sparkle, you never heard of the girl until now. It's best you don't anyways, she just now came off as a total cunt to you.

>But for now, she's the least of your and Trixie's worries, you've got to help Trixie come up with some new acts.

"Well...let us put that behind you, that is the past. Now why don't we get to work on finding some new acts and tricks."

>Trixie looks down at her wand to absorb what you just said, gently rubbing it in fingers.

>"But Anonymous, I couldn't afford the entry and I'm sure you may not be able to either."

"P, shaaa...I've got a few hundred in my savings. I'm sure I could do you another favor to get you back on your feet.

>Trixie walks up to you and wraps you into an embrace. From the sudden sniffles and such, you instantly realize she is crying.

>"Thank you Anonymous, you don't understand how much this means to me."

>She looks up with you with tears welling up in her eyes and her face blushing red.

>You gladly return the embrace. For some odd reason it feels right, but she's a friend of yours and the two of you still hardly know each other.

"How 'bout you head back inside and take a break while I go and enter you into the talent show. There is already some iced tea waiting for you in the kitchen."

>"Thank you" the blue haired magician said into your chest.

>You guide her back in since she has yet to let go of you and grab your keys.

>You check how much you got in your bank account on your phone as you climb into your truck and crank it over.

>Just like you said, there is a few hundred in your savings. $487 to be exact.

 

"Whoa, hey! I was in front of you!"

>"Sorry, I didn't see you there." the girl chimes back to you.

>Damn this bitch is now starting to get on your nerves.

>"Say, you don't seem like you're here for yourself."

>How the fuck does she know?

"Yeah, I'm here to register my friend while she practices, you got a problem with dedication?"

>"I did not say that, now..." she places a finger on your chest, "...I was simply just asking if you were here to register somebody." she snatches the registration info from your shirt pocket.

>Now because you don't entire like it when that happens, you are forced to hold back a backhand across her face because you still don't know her and you're in public.

>She opens the paper and reads the info on it.

>She balls up the paper, drops it on the floor, and laughs at you.

>She is starting to press all the wrong buttons on you.

>"You're here to register Trixie?" she says with a mocking tone, "'The Great and Powerful Trixie,' well she wasn't all that 'great' or 'powerful' after her magic acts were published."

>You sneer through your teeth.

"You done yet? You really don't want this problems, lady."

>"Hmph, I could care less about your problems. Just tell Trixie, that she might as well drop out of the competition now."

>The bitch fills out and pays for registration and leaves. You catch a glimpse of the card and see her name. Twilight Sparkle.

>Yep, total bitch, but this is Trixie's fight. You're sure that she can knock Twilight down a few pegs.

 

>You wake up from the nap that you've taken when you came back from the registration.

>You quickly notice that Trixie is laying on top of you, quietly snoring.

>Great, you're up and need to get dinner ready and tell Trixie that she is gonna have some unwanted competition at the talent show.

>Time to begin booping her awake.

>The first two pokes at her nose do nothing. It's time to up the ante.

>You give her five, nice, hard, consecutive boops. This finally wakes her up.

>She basically jumps right off of you as soon as she realizes that she was sleeping on you.

>You laugh as you get up and head to the kitchen.

“I hope you like seafood Trixie.”

>You poke your head back around the corner.

“Do you?”

>”I was practically raised on the stuff, Anonymous. May I ask what are you making?”

“Ah, it was already made since this morning.”

>She looks at you questionably.

“It's a dish call chevice, the stuff takes hours to be cooked.”

>”Can I take a look at this, 'chevice'” she says as she stands up.

“Sure.”

>You open the fridge and pull out a ceramic casserole dish covered in tin foil.

“Feast your eyes...”

>You tear off the foil and hand Trixie a fork.

“...and your taste buds.”

>Trixie takes a small cube of the catfish that is in the dish and pops it into her mouth.

>Moment of truth...

>”Anonymous, this is amazing” Trixie says as she pops a shrimp into her mouth.

“Hey, wait 'til I get the rest of dinner ready!”

>”It's not my fault that you can cook,” she says as she pops another bit of catfish in her mouth. The turns and heads back into the living room.

>You caught a good view of her cute little butt. Damn you hate the single life sometimes.