For Science!
A copious amount of blue smoke concealed Trixie as she tip-toed out from behind the curtain. The goal was to create a sense of wonder, give the illusion she had somehow emerged from thin air. It usually got the crowd worked up. Today, the crowd in attendance was not impressed. The blue unicorn cleared her throat nervously, and then with a big voice declared, "I am the Wonderful Trixie Lulamoon! And I am here to WOW you."
The only responses that came from the crowd were the drawn out yawns from a couple of colts. One foal got up to leave, but was quickly pulled back by the tail by her mother. Trixie sighed, blinking a couple tears out of her eyes and then widened her stance. She lowered her front half, and then with a heavy push off the ground, she rose and balanced on her rear legs. "Focus Trixie..." she muttered to herself. "You can do this, old girl."
Blue smoke appeared in front of the blue unicorn, swelling and then contracting. Trixie waved a hoof through the cloud, causing it to dissipate and also revealing she was now holding a bouquet of midnight blue roses. A simple trick, sure. Not even requiring magic, just some sleight of hand, but she was hoping to start small and work her way up. She smiled, and presented them to the crowd. "Tada!"
Blank, bored faces all stared back at her. She frowned, and closed her two hooves together, compressing the flowers into nothingness. Then spreading her arms, a flutter of butterflies emerged from her hooves and fluttered to the sky. "Walla!"
A trio of colts got up noisily and turned to leave. The foal, once more sensing her chance, attempted to sneak away from her mother's side. The mother noticed, but instead of pulling the youth back, she got up to leave with her. "W-wait, wait!" Trixie said quickly. "May I please have a volunteer? May the Great and Powerful Trixie please have a volunteer? Please...? Anyp-pony..."
One of the colts, at the insistence of his friends, trotted forward slowly. With a grand leap he was on the stage, towering over the quivering unicorn, who was literally shaking in her cloak. "M-may I ask your name, gentlecolt?"
"You can call me Jack," rumbled the black pony.
"Jack... Let's give a round of applause for Jack!"
His two friends gave token claps, followed by a couple others in attendance. "So... Jack... What sort of special talents have you got?"
The black colt shrugged, and gave a passive glare to his friends who were snickering in their seats. "Well... I'm pretty strong..."
"Wonderful!" Trixie said. She turned her back to the colt, and her horn began to glow. Slowly, the blue smoke appeared, and then disappeared, and from out of thin air fell a truly massive boulder, slamming into the stage, forming a dent in the wood. Trixie bounced as she turned, and smiled sweetly at Jack. "You think you can lift that?"
The black colt shrugged, and trotted forward casually. He braced his upper body on the boulder, and then pushed onto his rear legs, balancing after a precarious moment. Gripping the boulder tight, hugging it to his chest, he squatted low, and with a might hoist, managed to pick the boulder up. Straightening his legs, he stumbled a time or two before he regained his balance; he stretched his body fully and held the body over his head. He was panting and groaning gently, but the feat of strength was enough to get the crowd to applaud. The black pony set the boulder down where it had been before, and looked to Trixie.
Trixie smiled, and moving close to the black horse, whispered, "You know, I may have a job for you if you're ever interested." Then turning back to the crowd, she asked Jack, "Heavy, huh?"
The colt nodded. "Very heavy."
"Earth walkers need brute force to do their heavy lifting, but us unicorns have magic, and as well as know, the strongest brute is no match for the powers of the mind!" Trixie turned to the boulder, braced all four hooves in the ground as her horn began to glow. Blue magic embraced the boulder, as she tilted her head up, but found the boulder didn't bulge. She cringed, and her eyes swiveled to the crowd. Then turning back to the hunk of rock, she focused, and made the boulder nudge and wiggle slowly. Slowly, gradually, it lifted into the air, perhaps four feet off the ground, before it came crashing down. "Come on, old girl," she muttered. And once more her horn glowed, and the blue embraced the boulder, and slowly but surely, it began to rise. Slowly... slowly... the boulder faltered several times, but she gritted her teeth and continued to struggle against it, fighting it, forcing it to rise. She was shaking something fierce. The black pony took a few hesitant steps back as the boulder came to float directly above Trixie, casting a shadow over her. She opened her eyes, and she smiled wide, and shouted, "Tada!"
One of the colts stood and shouted, "Ursus behind you!" and Trixie felt her grip on the boulder suddenly slip. A moment later, she had been crushed between the boulder and the stage, the stage giving way after another moment.
The black colt was quick to lift the boulder off Trixie and throw it aside effortlessly. Then, reaching down into the crevice, he bit at Trixie's nape and hoisted her out of the large hole. He placed her on a solid part of the stage. She was shaking something fierce, and aware of how dangerous a frightened unicorn could be, Jack took a step or two back.
The crowd was alive with laughter and slurs. Trixie took a step back, feeling her rump brush against the curtain. "P-please..." she said. "Stay in your seats."
"I want my money back!" came a shout.
"This is a free show..." Trixie mumbled. "If you will just... sit down... the show can go on..."
She took a step to her side when a half-eaten apple came flying through the air, narrowly dodging the thrown fruit. "Please," she said again. "Just calm down. Everyone... please stay in your seat. I... I have a trick that... Please... could everyone just go home? I'll be back tomorrow, same time. I just... Please go home!"
She bowed her head, closing her eyes to block out the sounds of laughter. Something hit her on the crown. Somepony threw something, perhaps an apple core, perhaps a rock, but it hit Trixie square in the crown and she felt a trickle of pain in her fur, and when she opened her eyes to glare at the offender, she only saw white. Her eyes were glowing a brilliant blue as her body began to quake, and a moment later there was a blinding flash of blue magic that engulfed the entire area. And when the light faded and her eyes regained their focus, only after several blinks, all the ponies in attendance had disappeared without a trace. She sighed, turned, and headed back for her carriage. She could break down the stage tomorrow, heck, a mob of angry ponies would probably do it for her. And then she could pack up her carriage and head for another town, hopefully one that had never heard of Twilight Sparkle before.
Her carriage was remarkably sparse, only having a vanity mirror/desk/multipurpose table, a mattress in one corner with a blanket, and her favorite arm chair. She couldn't even afford the oil for a lamp, so she stockpiled candles that might have a little life left in them, and used them as best she could.
Sitting at the desk, staring into the mirror at the tired reflection of a mare that stared back, she gave a long sigh. She tried smiling to see how she would look, but the glow she used to have in her cheeks had long faded. She tilted her head back, proud and strong. "I am the Great and Powerful Trixie!" she shouted. Thinking it over, she said, "I am Trixie Lulamoon, here to wow you of your senses!" Thinking it over once more, she said, "Ladies and gentlecolts please, would you turn your attention to me! For a feast for your eyes to see, an explosion of your fantasies!" She sighed, and set her head down. "By Celestia, even I don't want to be at my shows."
Standing, staring at herself, she took a deep breath. "Pop-u-lar..." she started to sing, lifting her head, a touch of tears trickling down her cheek. "I used to be pop-u-ooo-lar. Ponies came from miles round... just to hear the sound... of my vooooice..." She paused, and then her face contorted into an angry stare. "Who the fuck would sing at a time like this?! That prissy bitch Twilight Sparkle, that's who! So I played a couple pranks on her friends, made a couple boasts, whoopi-de-fuckin-do! What about that blue pega-bitch! How much of a twat is she to everyone around her? 'Oh, look at me! I can't go thirty seconds without everypony's attention on me. Hooo-yah, time like a cunt! Whoooo!' Oh and by Celestia, the pink one! Is she fucking retarded? Makes a great case for infanticide, that one does. You know what? I'm happy that I left the village. If I were still there, right about now the pink one would break down my door with a cannon and sing a song about the joys of home invasion. Yeah, that'll be a minute and a half of my life that I'll never get back. But Sparkle is the worse... I hate her..."
Trixie turned with a glare, and with a puff of blue smoke, a shimmering mirage that resembled a certain purple unicorn was suddenly before her. "You know something, Sparkle? Not all of us get a free ride! Not all of us get to attend the most prestigious magic school in Equestria and get tutored by the princess herself! Not all of us get to spend all our days studying and reading spells while all our bills are taken care of. Some of us actually have to work! Some of us have to use our magic to put on a show so we can fill our belly! Not all of us are born special, some of us have to struggle and strain for a quarter of what you fall ass backwards in to! But what would you know about that, huh? Nothing! Because you live in your own little world with your circle of friends, fuck anyone else!"
She sighed, turning back to the mirror, the illusion disappearing with a sound like shattered glass. "But I don't get another feature in the story, do I? I'm done with? Fine, alright! I was a bitch, so is everyone else. But since I'm not a part of her little circle of BFFs, I'm the villain of the story and that's all I can ever be? I deserve all this?! My whole life gets thrown in the dumpster?" She sighed, and rested her head down on the table before her. Tears trickled down her face, no matter how much she blinked them away. She lifted her head, and asked one simple question to the tired, crying mare that stared back at her. "...Was I really that bad?"
XXX
"Hey, Kyle. Kyle!" Dr. Kyle Williams looked up from circuitry he had been tinkering with, and to his friend, Dr. Sampson Light. "Kyle, would you give it a break already?"
"I think I got it," Kyle said. "I'm sure I got it this time. I know I did. Had to reroute some of the power, reorganize the generators, and have them hit different power cells in a different order. I think I got it this time, though."
Sampson shook his head. "Look, Kyle, just lock up when you're done, alright? And try not to stay all night. This stuff is dangerous, even if it's not working."
Kyle stood, and stretched his tired muscles He cracked his back and yawned wide. "I'll be fine. I just... this'll change the world."
Sampson chuckled. "A Universal Teleportation device. Yeah, if we get it working, it'll change the world. Course, splitting the atom changed the world, not sure it was for the best though."
Kyle plucked one of the wires out of the circuitry, and jabbed it into an open socket. He yawned gently, and looked over his shoulder to see Sampson was strolling out of the room. Looking back to the circuitry, he noticed a spark of blue light when he touched the wire to the outlet. Electricity was only blue in the movies, so the spark intrigued him. He leaned down closer, fixing his safety goggles to his face, which was good, because the blue light suddenly swelled into a blinding sheen. He screamed suddenly. Even the tinted goggles could not spare his eyes the blinding glow, and he felt himself pushed back. He hit something hard and solid, the wind ripping out of his lungs so sharply, he nearly passed out. He was vaguely aware he was falling, twisting and spiraling in the open air before he finally came slamming down against something solid, the wind once more tearing out of his lungs. God, it felt like every bone in his body had shattered on impact, and for a moment he laid there, mouth wide, eyes screwed shut as ripples of agony tore through him.
The light faded with time, but Kyle didn't open his eyes. So much pain. So much agony, sometimes steady and consistent, other times slamming against him like the waves of an ocean. He thought the pain would never end. He thought this raw agony would continue to slam against him until he expired, but much to his surprise it eased itself into nothingness, and eventually he was able to open his eyes and lift his head, and look out where he was.
For miles and miles there was an ocean of green grass. A cool breeze blew over the fields of green, and over him, making him shiver. Up above, the sky was ocean blue, all confirming that he was no longer in his laboratory. This also confirmed that the teleporter worked, unless of course he was dead and this was some sort of heaven. He pushed himself off the ground, and shivered, realizing for the first time that he was nude. What the hell had happened to his lab coat, his pants, his shirt and his shoes?
For a man who spent the majority of his time in a laboratory, Kyle was actually in pretty good shape. He wasn't muscular or lean, but he wasn't overweight either. He was, simply put, average, but rather proud he could maintain a decent shape when so many of his coworkers ended up looking paunchy and gross. His hair was short and brown, boring some might say, but his unusual green eyes at least made him look somewhat presentable.
For miles and miles forward, there was only the green. He looked over his shoulder behind him, and was utterly stunned to see a massive red wall, the size of a skyscraper. But unlike a skyscraper, there was a gap in the base of the wall, and walking closer, Kyle confirmed if he was on his belly and wiggled, he might just be able to squeeze through the opening. Without many other options, he did just that. Sucking in a deep breath and wiggling and squirming, he somehow managed to squeeze between the tight gap, and at last come out on the other side of the wall.
He came out in, what he could only describe, as an utterly massive living room. Not massive in the sense that it was wide or spacious. Massive in the sense that everything in it, from the vanity mirror and desk to the mattress in the corner to the chair that was against one of the walls, was inconceivably gigantic! Intrigued by such things, fascinated by them, he immediately moved towards the armchair, which was the closest piece of furniture and towered above him like an Egyptian obelisk. Standing before it now, and reaching a hand out to confirm that it was not some sort of illusion or trick of the eye, he guessed he was about six inches tall in relation to the chair. Fascinating... utterly fascinating.
But where was he? How had he gotten here? Had the teleportation device somehow transported him to this world of giant furniture? Or had the explosion somehow torn away his mass, and left him weakened and miniscule compared to what would normally be of normal size? Or was he dead... He tried not to think about that option, instead fixating on the idea that he had shrunken, but was still alive.
There was a sound of thunder. Kyle turned on his heels, and then thinking better of it, quickly moved beneath the arm chair and hid behind one of its legs. He squatted low to the ground, shivering, shaking, terrified that some monstrous Brobdingnag would come stomping through that door, bellow about smelling an English man, and then find him.
What came through the door was gigantic (simply because it came through the door he had before had to squeeze underneath), but far from monstrous by any measure of the word. Midnight blue fur covered the creature's body; save a mane of hair that ran down its back and the wagging, bushy tail that swayed side to side, both stretches of hair were a softer, sweeter blue in color. The creature walked on four legs, and by the clip-clop it made each time it took a step, Kyle assumed that its feet were covered in something akin to a horse's hooves. Actually... the creature could be called a horse if not for its coloration or the glowing horn that sprouted forth from its forehead, or the fact that it was the size of a battleship. Kyle squeezed closer to the chair leg, as if it might protect him from the monster, or at least hide him from its vision. He realized that, if the horse decided to sit in its arm chair, he may very well be squished when the weight came down, but to his relief instead the horse went to the mirror.
"I am the Great and Powerful Trixie!" The horse's voice boomed like thunder above him, the force of the delivery actually knocking him onto his rump. He didn't get up after that, so terrified, so frightened, ears bleeding.
"I am Trixie Lulamoon, here to wow you of your senses!"
Kyle crept forward on his hands and knees, approaching the creature, whose back was to him. Trixie? That was it's... her, name? The fact that it could speak English did not bother Kyle. It was a petty detail in an insane world. "OK..." he muttered. "I'm the Lilliput Yahoo in a world of Brobdingnag Houyhnhnms. But the Houyhnhnms were nice to Gulliver, at first at least. He proved to them that he was sentient, that he was intelligent. And at least there isn't a language barrier now... for whatever reason."
Trixie was still talking to herself, or perhaps psychically talking to someone on another continent, or perhaps the reflection in the mirror was alive and they were having a conversation, how was Kyle to know? But she didn't know about him, he assumed. He thought of approaching her, trying to shout and scream and get her attention, but the next moment she was stomping about, screaming at a shimmering mirages that had suddenly appeared, and he didn't dare approach the four massive hooves that she was so carelessly bringing down. He looked back to the arm chair. At the very least, it was an elevated platform, and he would most likely be safe from the hooves, which to be honest were the most terrifying aspect of the titan. To just end up as a stain against them... He shivered.
A decorative frill lined the edges of the armchair, the perfect aid for his climb. He looked back at Trixie, who had set her head down. Low whimpers and sobs could be heard resonating from her massive form. Kyle frowned. He had no idea what this creature was, what sort of monstrosity or angel she might be, but the way she cried sounded so human, he wanted to go over and hug one of her flanks.
He could comfort her when she knew he existed, he decided, and turning to the frill, began to climb. Reaching as high as he could, he gripped the frill tightly, and then hoisted himself up. His feet kicked a moment, until he managed to grip the frill with his toes, and straightened himself out, reaching higher.
It was exhausting work, to say the least. When, by grace of god, he at last managed to hoist himself up enough that he could carefully shimmy over the arm and onto the chair's center cushion, he plopped belly first onto the soft surface. It was warm, and soft, and smelled surprisingly delightful, despite the fact that this is where a horse's rump rested. He stretched himself out, rubbing his sore, tired, nude body against the fabric, and yawned wide enough he could plop down and sleep. Two days working on the Transporter, an exhausting climb, the terror of being in some strange new world, he could just lay down and sleep for days on end, resting on the wonderful smelling giant chair.
But not yet. He pushed himself up, groaning tiredly, and walked to the center of the cushion. Amplifying his voice with his hands, he took a deep breath, and shouted, "Trixie!" with all his might.
Trixie lifted her head slowly, and his heart fluttered. Did horses have good hearing? Could she have actually heard him from across the room, even when his voice was only slightly louder than a mouse's squeak?
Trixie looked at her reflection, and wiped the tears from her eyes. "Alright, old girl," she muttered. "Quit your crying. You don't get to cry, remember? You don't have a bunch of droning friends to tell you everything will be alright after you stub your toe and think it's the end of the world. All you've got is yourself. So quite your crying, and tomorrow go out on the stage, and smile and wow all the whiny dolts who wouldn't know real talent if it was right in front of them... Which it will be... Because you'll be standing there..."
Head held low, and a couple trickles running down her cheek, she turned and headed for her favorite chair. She would do a bit of reading before she retired for the night, read a couple of her spell books over, try and figure out something to really wow her next audience. If only she could figure out the secret to gigantism. A fifty foot tall Trixie, grinning down at all tinies, now that would get them all going! Twilight Sparkle probably couldn't even top that.
"Trixie!" Kyle shouted again, jumping up and down now as the blue pony approached at a steady pace. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his fluttering heart, and shouted again, "Trixie!" He leapt up and down, waving his hands, but ended up bouncing too high on the springy surface and fell onto his back. Groaning, he sat up slowly and opened his eyes, only to see that Trixie had turned her back to him, and lifted her tail, revealing the enormity of her posterior.
As odd as it might have been, Kyle did find his eyes lingering on the two titanic mounds of flesh, perfect sisters in appearance. Horses of course had very large bottoms, even when normal sized, but this tiny, it was like gazing at a pair of celestial bodies. His eyes drifted from the truly enormous rump cheeks, either one of which could render him a crimson stain, and between them to the tight, quivering, dark blue hole of wrinkled, puckered flesh. The tail tucked out of the way, and Trixie lowered her upper body to the ground, lifting her enormous ass even higher into the air. Getting into her arm chair was always slightly difficult, and she had found it prudent to more or less leap onto it when need be.
"Trixie, no!" Kyle managed to scream, throwing his hands up into the air just as the two gluts eclipsed his vision, and then came crashing down upon him.
Everything was dark and loud and muffled beneath the horse, and for the second time today, Kyle assumed he had died. But no, he wasn't dead. He was simply pinned down to the springy cushion, the yield of it as well as the yield of Trixie's crack sparing him an instant death, although his present situation was fair from painless. He could not believe how much pressure was being exerted onto his minuscule form, and with a shout he tried to kick or punch himself free of her.
Trixie felt an odd tickle against her anus, and sighed. A protruding string in the cushion must have been poking her. A pony's arms were far from flexible enough to reach behind her and alleviate the tickle, so Trixie settled for grinding her cheeks down against the cushion, side to side, hoping that the same string might poke her just right. It seemed to, and she tilted back, relaxing for now, closing her eyes, just enjoying the peace and quiet of her own little world.
Kyle, meanwhile was completely pinned beneath the tender flesh of Trixie's crack. The wiggling and grinding had been intolerable, but now with her cheeks spread out just a little more and her weight was distributed differently, so there was actually less pressure on him. Far from pleasant, but at least he could take shallow breaths. And at least the smell was not as nauseating as one might think. Even though when he turned his head to the side, he could feel the wrinkled skin of her puckered hole right against cheek, the smell didn't seem to bother him. He could, however, smell a certain musky odor, which was understandable considering his proximity to her crotch. It was a natural aroma, womanly, and Kyle's body started to react to it, and... truth be told, something about being so utterly helpless and trapped beneath a housed sized ass... he swallowed, hoping that another, miniscule poking against Trixie's crack wouldn't earn another series of wiggles and grinds. He lay there, not daring to move but his erection gradually growing, as Trixie got comfortable to read the newest book in the Daring Do Series, occasionally grinding and shifting her position, so her buttocks wouldn't fall asleep, or when she felt another of the cushion's strings spring out and start to poke her.
There was no rest for Kyle, as he lay beneath the massive pony ass. He didn't dare sleep, because whenever Trixie decided to wiggle or grind or flex, it was his job to alleviate whatever itch she felt less the pressure grow worse. He rubbed her crack gently with his tired hands, massaging the skin as best he could. He softly kissed, licked, and nibbled the quivering pucker that could so effortlessly flex and slurp him up, all in an attempt to prevent the next earthquake-like wiggle and grind.
After what seemed like an eternity with her truck sized gluts at either side of him, he felt Trixie wiggle and get ready to lift off the seat. He gave a sigh of relief, thanking his lucky star, as Trixie rolled forward. Much to his horror, however, as the weight lifted off her buttocks, they started to naturally come together. The two walls approached him quickly, and he desperately tried to crawl towards her tail, hoping to grab onto a strand and pluck it out and maybe somehow alert her he was here. He didn't make it though, as the two flesh mounds came to squeeze him once more, and Trixie happily trotted towards her bed. But as her flanks shifted and her booty giggled, she felt still another itch between her cheeks. "By Celestia," she muttered, and looked about for something to aid her in relieving this newest irritation. She settled on her chair, and once more turning her rump to face it, she began to back up. Her aim was true, and she felt the arms of the chair brushing over her crack, between her booty. A little lower and she lifted her hips and pressed back, and then lifted, chasing the itch between her cheeks.
Kyle kicked furiously as the pressure against him increased. He punched and bit and scratched at her, and heard distant neighs and whines, and the pony's efforts only doubled. Suddenly, he felt his right foot kick against something warm and soft. The otherwise solid flesh before him yielded, and his foot sank inside the quivering, wrinkled skin of what he could now see was her pucker. "Trixie, no! NO!" he shouted, fighting and kicking with renewed vigor. The arm of the chair was on his back, holding him in place, and when Trixie lifted her hips; his body was slowly fed into the cavernous hole before him. It flexed and opened wide, and then closed, sealing him tightly, only to open wide once more and drag him a few more precious inches inside.
Trixie, frustrated that the itch had only grown worse, backed away from chair and instead spread her rear legs wide apart. Bending them, she sat down; wiggling twice to get her cheeks spread, and then pressed her pucker right against the ground.
Kyle had moved his hands down to the rim of her anus in a desperate bid to push himself out, but now with the floor pushing against his crown, his hands slipped inside the vent and his arms were pinned to his side. He struggled and wiggled side to side, as grunt after grunt resonated through the body above him, the anus flexing and pulling him deeper and deeper.
He had been looking down at every grim inch his body sank into the all-consuming sphincter, but when he was suddenly slurped up to his neck, his chin cracked on the rim and he was forced to look out past the two cheeks. He watched as the floor moved away, and forced to endure as Trixie trotted to her bed, hips shaking, cheek slapping against cheek as she walked. Although she had not completely alleviated the itch, it was good enough, even oddly pleasant, and she was too tired to worry about it any further. Plopping face first onto the bed, she pulled her pillow close and folded her arms. A drawn out yawn marked her passing into the realm of dreams, though she knew her night would be filled with booty shakes and groggily wiggles, as she still tried to kill the itch.
Kyle closed his eyes, and tried to sleep as well, although he found he couldn't. His breathing was labored and his body was locked, yet the musky smell of woman that was radiating from the crotch that was mere inches away was all keeping him up. And from how tight the cavern was, his manhood was pressed into the smooth, yielding anal walls in the most delightful way. He groaned, unable to stroke himself and yet feeling his body building closer and closer to a climax. Stretching his elbows out, he managed to give himself the smallest amount of room, and wrap his fingers around his aching erection. Aiming his engorged shaft down, he brushed it gently against the walls that embraced him so tightly on every side. A trickle of white cream was left to dry on the walls, tickling Trixie, who wiggled and giggled in her sleep. Her anus clenched gently on the newly pleasurable bulk inside her, and though it was tight, Kyle found he just couldn't give up the pleasure that was rippling through him. He humped eagerly, even as the walls clenched so tight he could not inhale. Trixie ground her crotch into the bed gently, eagerly, savoring the friction of the sheets even if her sleepy mind was barely aware.
Kyle gave one more choked gasp, as he felt warmth wash out of his eager erection, wetting the walls that were so tightly holding him still. Trixie's massive anus opened wide, Kyle could have climbed out if he had the forethought. Instead, when they closed, he was dragged deep into the bowels. His head was suddenly past her rim, his tear drenched face brushing her wrinkled skin. He was sealed in darkness a moment, before the anus once more opened, hungry for more. This time when it clenched shut, it shut for good, squeezing Kyle tighter... tighter... until he felt his entire body pop.
A dribble of red cream oozed out of the cracks of Trixie's tight sphincter, although not enough to be noticed the next day when she woke with a stifled yawn. She sighed pleasantly, the itch that had plagued her the prior day finally got, and with a low giggle, she noticed the bed sheets were wet. She had been having a heavenly dream throughout the night, though the details were hazy and really not important. She felt better today, that was all that mattered, and she felt ready to take on the world. With another sleepy yawn, she headed out of her little carriage and for the local river, where she would wash up for the coming day, and the show that was scheduled for afternoon.