Monkey Magic

I don't know if I'll actually turn this into a series or not, but it's whatever with this.

In all honesty I had fun writing this so there might be more of it, no promises.

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>Day The Great and Powerful…you get the rest in Equestria.

>It’s just one mare after another it seems.

>You shake off Fluttershy by accidently killing Angel then Applejack wanted a piece of you.

>You call Applejack a ‘salt sphere’ and suddenly she wants nothing to do with you.

>Then Cheerilee constantly dragged you into private Sex Ed classes.

>You escaped her educational grasp by planting salt into her teacher’s desk.

>Yeah, Cheerilee’s gone for good. ONLY TO HAVE TWILIGHT TAKE HER PLACE!

>Twilight proved to be a worthy opponent.

>You had to make an ass of yourself, you exposed her wincest fetish in front of a crowd of ponies.

>In the crowd of ponies who witnessed the ‘Cash 4 Told’ event was also Trixie.

>Who’s now the current mare who’s after your dick.

>The Great and Powerful Trixie wanted to get a go at you because she loved the thought of seeing Twilight embarrassed.

>She was a sneaky she-devil though; at first you thought she wanted to be friends.

>But things clicked a little too late when she got the baby blue fuzzy hoofcuffs on you and found yourself in a lip lock with her.

>Luckily, you were a magician back on Earth, you knew a little trick about handcuffs and nothing’s changed.

>You were a damn good one at that.

 

>But you weren’t just /any/ magician, you practiced actual witchcraft.

>Everything from Forcecraft, Hoodoo, Voodoo, white and black magi-

>You’re not gonna finish that sentence. Legal issues and all, they still have a Salem Witch trial on you.

>It’s been a few hundred years; one would think they would come to their common senses.

>The one thing you love about Equestria is how it’s much easier to perform you witchcraft here than back on Earth.( Yeah they probably won’t see this anyway.)

>You thought none of it would work due to Equestria being a totally different plane.

>To confirm your research, you astral projected to the hidden plane of ‘Starix’ to visit a city called ‘Zalagahn’.

>According to the magic head council, Earth’s magic is multiversal.

>It’s just easier to perform it in Equestria due to a magic veil not being held up that hinders magic.

>So your powers are easier to control here.

>Anyways, your skill rivaled Twilight’s, only difference is if you ever end up in a duel with her, you have to let her win.

>Otherwise you’ll be the new Element of Magic and you’re not down for that shit.

>After Celestia saw your memories she wanted to give you the cutie mark herself and forget all about Twilight.

>Every nope in your arsenal was used.

>But back to you and Trixie.

>Unlike the others mares after you, you were actually forced to use your abilities when it came to Trixie.

>Although magic does make things easier, you’d rather do things the normal way, makes it interesting.

>But Trixie? She’s a tough cookie. It’s like she forced your hand into using it.

>And when she found out that you can perform magic, it was Magician versus Magician.

>For the past two days, every day was full of countering counter spells that countered the counter counter of every counter’s counter.

>You could go deeper.

 

>Today you start your day hiding in your closet, Trixie tiphoofing in your bedroom with her tail lifted, revealing her plot that’s dripping its juices on the floor.

>Son of a bitch, you’re going to have to clean that up.

>She spots a body bulge in bed that she thinks it’s you.

>”Hnnn, exotic creature, prepare for Trixie’s ultimate affection!”

>She pounces onto the bed, instantly the bed folds up like a Venus fly trap.

>You see her back legs buck and her yells of complaints were muffled.

>Putting a hand to your mouth you silent your chuckles and hold your stomach with the other.

>Letting it back down, you let your smug smirk show.

“Oh Trixie, so easy to fool.”

>You feel warm breath breathe down you neck.

>”Foolish human, do you really think you’re as clever as you think you are?”

>Trixie’s front legs wrap around your torso and pull you to the floor.

>Just before you hit the hardwood, you teleport downstairs into your study that’s just below your closet.

>Looking up at the ceiling, you nod at her effort in approval.

>She’s improving, big time.

“Interesting.”

>”Indeed, Anonymous.”

>You look into your rocking study chair and find Trixie reading a book while sipping some tea.

>She casted a temporary magic doppelganger.

>Not bad, their impossible to sense considering they don’t have souls.

>Okay she’s getting /really/ good.

>”We can keep playing this game all you like, Trixie likes it, it helps her with her abilities, now tell her, where did you learn your magic?”

“HA! Like I’m really gonna tell you that.”

 

>”Tell Trixie!”

“Nope, I gotta do my triple S thang, it’s kind of required.”

>You poof into your bathroom that’s downstairs and get started with your shower.

>Adjust the temperature of the water: More hot than cold.

>And you get to cleansing.

>The sound of hooves splashing on the thin layer of water catches your attention.

>You take note that Trixie is behind you.

>”Nice tushy, human.”

>Rolling your eyes, you place your hand on the tiled wall.

>It phases through, your hand grasps a lever and pulls.

>The bottom of the tub opens like a trap door.

>Trixie falls below along with the water, but you stay afloat using your levitation spell to lift you.

>She falls unto the dirt a few feet below, looking up at you, she groans in frustration.

>”UGH!”

>She runs from under your house into the day, stomping away shouting cusswords.

>You continue to shower like nothing happen, still staying afloat.

>Witches be crazy.

 

>Half an hour later after your morning ritual, you teleport to your bedroom, before your eyes was the Venus fly trap bed.

>Raising a hand toward it, it lowers.

>You take a look at what it caught.

>Twas only a life-size stuffed version of Trixie with an actual plot hole and anus.

>It turns to look at you.

>”Hey there. Wanna cuddle?”

>Ah, object animation spell, very cool.

>…

>You’re so saving that for late night cuddles.

>Trixie must never know.

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>Later on in the morning, you have yourself some AppleBOOM’s.

>The flavor of apples slaps you every time you have a spoonful of it.

>The first day you tried it you was actually scared for the next spoonful.

>But you enjoy the cereal now in content.

>The sun was shining and the birds were chirping.

>Now you wait for Trixie’s next attempt.

>Internally you laugh at her frustration.

>Poor thing, you’re always a step ahead.

>You finish your bowl of AppleBOOM’s and toss it into the sink.

>Turning on the facet, you notice blue ooze leaking out it landing onto your hand.

>It starts to spread over it in quick progress.

>Ah the translucent form, very clever.

>With concentration you send cold energy to that part of the hand.

>Instantly the ooze froze.

>Not an easy spell to do, you really have to condition your body in extreme temperatures for that kind of stuff.

>Thankfully, you’ve had centuries of practice.

 

 

>You walk over to a cabinet to grab an empty jar with your free hand.

>Materializing a hammer, you smash your hand only to have the ooze itself shatter.

>You send heated energy to your right hand to unfreeze it.

>After that, you scoop the frozen pieces of ooze Trixie into the jar and put a top on it.

>Then you just put it into the fridge.

>You’re gonna let Trixie cool her hot plot down before letting her out.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” you say out loud to no one particular.

>You walk over to your couch and jump on its comfy cushions.

>Looking over at the coffee table, you reach for your copy of “Magician Monthly”.

>You notice Trixie on the cover with her smug smile.

>Then you get an idea.

“What if…?”

>You visualize a white orb traveling from your chest to your arm, which runs down to the hand that you’re holding the magazine in.

>The part you hold starts to brown, smoke emits from it.

>Trixie’s smug smile turns to panic.

>Instantly she jumps out of the magazine cover onto your coffee table.

>The bottom of her cloak caught fire so she runs out your house screaming.

>”DAMN YOU HUMAN, YOU WILL BE TRIXIE’S!!” she shouted.

>But you’re not falling for it.

>A grin crosses your face.

“Since when were you able to project illusions?”

>Trixie turns off her invisibility spell; turns out she was on your other couch adjacent to the one you’re sitting on.

>”Since yesterday, your books are very informative.”

“Look, I hate to break it to ya, Trix, but it’s not gonna happen. Just give up while you still have dignity.”

>”Trixie /always/ gets what she wants. Always.”

>Before your eyes, she telepoofs to the left of you on the couch you’re sitting on.

>You study her face for a moment; her sense of pride is almost tangible.

>Inching closer to her, you’re face to face with her.

“What makes you so sure?”

 

>She comes closer to you, her eyes half-lidded, enticing you.

>Licking her lips, she gives you a quick up-down scan.

>”Did you enjoy your breakfast, Anonymous?”

>As if on cue, your stomach turns, your head feels woozy, your field of vision warping.

>Your erection becomes uncomfortable.

>Leaning forward, you give her a peck on her lips.

“Triiixieeee.”

>Closing your eyes, you visualize a green glow of energy overwhelming your being.

>Your mind’s clarity sharpens.

>Your actions don’t feel delayed.

>Boner dies down; you’re breathing back to normal.

>Opening your eyes, your snicker at her.

“Nice try.”

>In confusion, her eyebrow cocks upward.

>”What trickery is this?! You should be all over Trixie!”

“It’s called a detox, learn it. It’ll keep your body from being influenced from foreign spells and other fun stuff.”

>Yeah, after learning it, you never had a hangover again.

>”UGH! Y-you can’t do that! That’s cheating!”

“What do you think magic is?”

>”Eeer, targeted deception?”

“Ha, no. This is not ‘Now You See Me’. Real Magic is just reality cheat codes.”

>She steps down from the couch.

>”Hmph, Trixie will see you tomorrow.”

>She walks to the door, switching her hips with attitude.

>She leaves screaming at herself.

>”That is just so cheating!” she shouted as she stomped her way down the road.

>Trifflin’ Trixie.

 

 

>Day where it all was supposed to end but didn’t in Equestria.

>Five weeks.

>Five FUCKING weeks and Trixie is still at it, by now you would have already gotten rid of any mare.

>She is relentless with pursuit.

>Her magic has improved dramatically.

>You regret pissing off Twilight and Zecora won’t talk to you because you give off bad ‘Ju Ju’.

>You would time travel to prevent all of this from happening, but that takes too much energy and it would cause all kinds of paradoxes.

>However, today, after all your frustrations, you’ve got just the thing that’ll make her give up.

>It doesn’t require magic at all thankfully.

>Just a gift.

>You’ve learned that best thing to do to get these mares off of you is to piss them off or somehow get them sent to jail.

>You got a letter from Cheerilee just yesterday.

>She claims she’ll be getting out soon thanks to her lawyer being able to prove the salt was planted.

>She also told you to sleep with one eye open and watch your back.

>A part in you loves that fact that a school teacher wants to punish you, but sadly she’s a pony.

>But back to what you’re doing right now.

>You wake up with your ‘Cuddles Trixie’ pulled close to you.

>She rustles closer to you.

>”Cuddles are nice huh?”

>You nod in approval then slide out of bed.

>”Nooo come baaack! Cuddle Trixie!”

 

 

>That’s the only thing you find strange about the stuffed life-sized Trixie, all she ever talks about is cuddles.

>You appear into your bathroom, giving the shower a glance; it starts on its own.

>You will your clothes out of existence into your pocket plane in the Astral.

>It’s something you had to start doing when Fluttershy kept stealing your clothes.

>On the other side of the door, you hear ‘Cuddles Trixie’ knock as hard as she can but sounds like soft thumps.

>She’s also sobbing her poor little eyes out.

>”Give Trixie cuddles!” she shouted.

>You should be scared, but you only aww from the thought.

>You do your triple S without a hitch.

>Materialize in your kitchen and make yourself a bowl of Sweetie Belle’s.

>You walk over to your kitchen table and enjoy your breakfast.

>Knock knock knock-POOF!

>Trixie teleports into your house onto the chair across from you in her get-up.

>”Good morning, Anonymous.”

“At least you had the decency to knock. So what’s your attempt today?”

>She laughs to herself, placing a hoof on her chest with pride.

>”Attempt? Anonymous, please. Today will be no attempt, Trixie never attempts.”

“So last few weeks was full of-“

>”Training and fun, but now Trixie thinks it’s time she stop beating around the bush.”

“Go on.”

>This should good.

 

>She sighs and lets her head hang in defeat.

>”Trixie really… /I/ really like you, Anon. I was wondering if you wanted to maybe see a movie some time? Maybe go bowling?”

>You glare at her in curiosity, studying her face for any signs of deception.

>It’s funny; you’ve put up with all kinds of shenanigans with these mares here in Equestria, not once have any of them actually asked you out.

>Despite letting her sexual urges control her, you still would like for you and her to be friends at least.

>She in fact reminds you of one of your loved ones back on Earth.

>Her name was Naomi  and just like Trixie, she’s very full of herself but you can’t help but love her anyway, because she looks adorable in her witch hat.

>You take a deep breath, closing your eyes.

“Alright. Fine.”

>You open them and find Trixie smiling ear to ear.

“Just no funny business okay?”

>”Fair enough, Trixie will pick you up at eight this evening.”

>You put your hand up as a response.

“Whoa, hold on there, you picking me up? Isn’t that a little backwards?”

>”Anonymous, it’s quite alright, us mares are used to it anyway, the population here out numbers stallions ten to one. Usually, we are the ones providing as it’s called ‘Chivalry’.”

“…Equestria is so weird…”

>”Before Trixie leaves, she’d like to know if…we could have a little magic versus magic match?”

>You give her a warm smile.

>Seven centuries old and you still don’t have a defense for adorable ponies.

>Heck, you’re feeling a little generous today.

“I hope your brought you’re ‘A’ game, Trixie.”

>”’A’ game? That’s far too mediocre for Trixie, she brought her ‘S’ game.”

“Oh damn.”

 

>Thirty minutes later…

>How in the fuck did this happen?

>One magic blast later and Trixie is standing on your chest in pride while in your house’s backyard.

>But you’re not out of the fight yet, you still have plenty of tricks up your sleeves.

>”At last! I have defeated Handsome and Sly Anonymous! Any last words human before your demise?”

“Actually, just one question.”

>”Very well, what do you wish to inquire about The Great and Powerful Trixie?”

“Did you know…”

>You let your words hang while you reached for her left ear under her hat.

>”What are you doing?”

“…That there’s a spot juuust behind a mare’s ear, either one, that when scratched all the mare can do is…”

>You start scratching her ear; her legs go limp, causing her to fall on top of you.

>Her hind legs at the sides of your hips, quivering from the delight.

>”Ooooh goodness.~”

“… Melt?”

>Her cheeks turn flush, eyes closed as she surrendered to your touch.

>”Uuunf, th-that’s…Oh goodness..that’s so cheating.”

“Why don’t you just give up now and admit defeat? Give in.”

>”N-never, Trixie doesn’t know the meaning of defeat.”

“Huh, could’ve fooled me.”

>”WHAT DID YOU-“

>You scratch a little more aggressively to calm her down.

>”Ooooh, must…resist…pleasure, release Trixie from this irresistible hold!”

“Sure, juuuust as soon as you admit defeat and submit.”

>”Trixie doesn’t submit!”

>You reach for the other ear with your free hand and give it a scratching.

>She lets out a moan, her chin on your chest and a pleased grin on her face.

“Ya sure about that?”

 

>She hums a tune, causing arousal within you, her hips making a grinding motion against your crotch area.

>”Trixie’s—I am sure!”

“Still have a little bit of fight left in your huh? Alright. Let’s fix that.”

>You bring your left hand from the ear it was scratching then stretch out its index finger.

>Closing your eyes, you focus your mind on a thought altering, idea removing spell.

>A word comes into your view of what you want to remove; a chilling tingle comes to the tip of your left index finger.

>Opening your eyes, you place your finger onto her horn.

>You see a clear black aura surround it then spread around her body in a flash.

>”AAAH~!”

>Trixie’s eyes open in shock, you see the faint black flooding the white of her eyes and fade away.

>She wraps her forelegs around your neck desperately.

>She starts to nuzzle into your neck, mindful not to poke you with her horn.

>”Trixie’s sorry, you win, you always win. Please forgive Trixie.”

“What’s that? You’re submitting?”

>”Yes. Trixie will always submit to you. Punish Trixie for her transgressions.”

 

>A smirk comes across your face.

>You hear the back screen door fling open, hitting the outside wall brutally.

>”WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!” Another Trixie asked coming out into the back yard.

>The Trixie on top of you fades away into thin air.

>Ugh, damn it yet another doppelganger?!

>It felt like there was a soul attached to it.

>Holy shit how did Trixie do that?

>You turn over to face the real Trixie.

>”How did you do that?! She just gave in completely!”

“Oh just a little spell that was inspired by Magic The Gathering.”

>She stops just short of you and helps you up.

>”What’s the name of it? Will you teach me it?”

“I call it ‘Perish the Thought’, it removes an idea in the mind. For your doppelganger, I removed defiance.”

>She looks at you like you’re her hero.

>”You /must/ teach Trixie how to do that.”

“Only if you tell me how you manage to attach a soul-like feeling to a doppelganger.”

>She nods in agreement, a hopeful smile on her face.

>”Shall we discuss this over some tea? I’d really like to learn about Perish the Thought.”

>To you, it’s like déjà vu all over again.

>Naomi’s words coming out of her mouth.

“Yes, we shall, Trixie, we shall.”

>You get the feeling a new friendship is developing here…