Trixie's Deal

Most of you probably know that i typically have an aversion to Rule 34 type things, though on occasion my mind, libido, muse, or any combination thereof decide to randomly override that reluctance on my part. this was one such instance, mostly blamed in part to Dylan on twitter and FA for sticking thoughts in my head that meshed too well with my fetish for undeserved power and the underdog, especially the underdog villain, beating out the heroes. 

So out of that maelstrom of nonsense spawned this short 1.6k blurb basically about Trixie from MLP (yes yes i know i cringed too when i realized what i had written, haha) meeting with a mysterious benefactor who apparently has helped her finally get one up on someone she's been looking to put in their place for the longest time... :)

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Trixie’s Deal

By: Dragonien

It was all she could do to suppress the moan trying to work its way up from her throat. Her upper incisors dug into the tender flesh of her lower lip as she bit down on it in a conscious effort to keep herself silent as she entered the room to meet her expectant guest. It would not do for the Great and Powerful Trixie to be heard by others making such uncouth sounds. At least not heard by just anyone. Taking one last deep breath to fortify her mental defenses enough that she didn’t need to bite down on her lip, the azure furred mare pushed open the door to the Inn’s occupied suite.

“Well look who’s finally returned” a voice instantly called out as the door opened. It sounded of someone either broad of build or unnaturally large, with the slightest hint of a rolling growl to the pronunciations of R sounds that gave a distinctly predatory tiny to the voice. “Is it safe to assume there was no failure this time?”

For just an instant, Trixie felt a flare of angry indignation flare up inside her at the reference to her past failures. The feeling, however, died away as quickly as it had come to life. Instead it was replaced with a smug sense of profound satisfaction she could barely put words too. She had come to know enough of a hint to his personality to tell there was no real heat or scorn in his words. And she was in far too good of a mood to let something as benign as what had clearly been a teasing provocation rile her up to any kind of real anger. Regardless, she could not let such a slight pass, even if it was in jest and her response was as well. With her chin raised haughtily into the air and her arms crossing over the ample bosom taxing the limits of both her shirt and bra, she responded in kind.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie does not fail. At best she sees the value in tactical retreat, surrendering the battlefield in order to secure victory in the larger campaign.” The equine blustered. “Not only does it conserve resources for the more important battles but also lures enemies into a false sense of security.”

Even she didn’t buy her words and she knew damn well he didn’t. But that was part of the game that she had come to play with him over these last few days. He liked her confidence and her unchecked Id; fueling her most basic desires for superiority. He was almost eager at times to poke and prod at the tender spots just to get her blustering like she just had to swell herself up even if it was all just an act. She, on the other hand, had grown surprisingly fond of his own confidence. It wasn’t as intense or directed as hers was, not in your face or demanding of those around him. It was more of an air of absolute confidence that gave the perception that he was, or at least believed he was, in total control of every situation. It was an air of power and authority that did not necessarily attempt to suppress and smother the confidence of others around him, leaving her able to fully admire it without it clashing with her own lofty self-image. She always had loved power in any of the forms it came in, she just had never met someone else that exuded power that didn’t feel like it tried to take hers away. She had to admit, she found it an irresistibly attractive quality. 

When the owner of the voice finally stepped out of the bathroom and into view Trixie found herself biting on her lower lip again without even realizing it. Thankfully, years of her over confident air had made many of the controls she used to suppress any body language that would show weakness reflexive, otherwise she might have let on how much she found herself admiring the view. ‘Damn, he fills out that suit nicely.’ She thought to herself, chewing on her lower lip ever so slightly as she looked him up and down. 

Broad shoulders spread out just above the tip of her horn, leaving him well beyond the 8 foot mark and absolutely towering over her. A body sculpted not of thick and bulky muscle like that of a bodybuilder but still lean and hardened with springy twitch muscle like that of a predator pulled the lines and creases of the dark blue suit taunt without straining against it in any noticeable capacity. The serpentine tail twitching ever so slightly behind him, mixed with the ebony horns jutting from beneath the combed-back mop of black hair atop his head and the slit-pupiled sapphire reptilian eyes all spoke to his obvious draconic heritage. If the mouth full of razor sharp teeth on full display any time his jaws opened to speak weren’t enough of a signifier. Normally she might be a little bit intimidated being in the room not just a man so much larger than her, but also one of such a high-tier apex predator species. However, that seemingly inviting air of confidence that drew her in rather than pushed her away instead converted that intimidation into yet more attraction. It was just another signifier of power. And nothing was more attractive to Trixie than power.

“Did it work? Did you get her?” He asked, cutting through the usual bluster to the most important matter at hand. Yet even as he asked the question, she could tell by the faint hint of a grin on his face that he already knew the answer. He just wanted to hear how she broke the news.

“Oh yes. Yes it did.” Trixie practically purred, this time having to consciously grip the mental control of her body to repress a shudder of bliss trying to roll down her spine. “She didn’t even see it coming. Had no idea what had happened until it was too late.” 

She let just a bit of her overflowing smugness slip out as she licked almost hungrily over her lips as if tasting the victory she was abruptly fantasizing about. She got so lost in her own memory of the event and the absolute tidal wave of satisfaction and narcissistic fulfilment she almost missed his next two words.

“Show me.”

This time there was no control, conscious or unconscious, that could suppress her bodies response to the question. She blushed. It was a slip, a sign of weakness that a predator like the dragon was genetically built to notice. She knew he had too, the moment that his lips twisted into a more noticeable grin. When she hesitated he repeated himself, with just a bit more force, a bit more power in his voice.

“Show Me.”

It was almost infuriating in a way. If it had been anyone else she would have mentally recoiled at being made demands of, of being told what to do. But that strange aura of absolute confidence behind him smothered what any other person saying would have been a pompous demand. When he said it there was strength behind his voice, but not brute force. There was no intimidation to demand what he wished, no implied threat or anything of the sort. There was just that confidence, that expectation. He wasn’t demanding that she do as he told her. He was simply declaring what he was due. What he was owed… what she wanted him to have, even if she was embarrassed to offer it to him. 

Quickly suppressing the brief slip of control that had her blushing, she looked upwards to lock eyes with the dragon as if to reaffirm that she was an equal, a partner. Not some animal for a predator to prey upon. The glare only made his smirk grow, which in turn almost made her control slip again. The smirk wasn’t one of derision and scorn at her bravado but rather one of interest. It was a signal that he liked what he was seeing. 

‘He better appreciate the rest since his smug ass is getting to see it anyway’ She thought to herself, having to repress another blush as her hands raised up towards the front of her shirt and started undoing the buttons. That certainly garnered a reaction from the dragon, whose left eye ridge rose in a questioning look that she refused to respond to. Instead she glanced down and focused her attention on unbuttoning her shirt one button at a time. Slowly more and more of the smooth azure fur underneath was exposed around her neckline, then towards her cleavage. She didn’t stop there, however, and instead kept right on going until the bright pink of a bikini top style bra was showing. Even as she focused her attention on the task she couldn’t help but smugly admire her own impressive bosom, each breast more than a handful and visibly straining against the cups of her bra she had purposefully bought a partial size too small just so she could constantly feel like she was too much for it. Normally that’s where any man’s eyes would be dead locked on, roaming across the contours of her the supple flesh of her breast muffin topped ever so slightly around the edges of the bra cup’s wire frame. But even the great and egotistical Trixie knew there was something even more eye catching to behold. Namely the miniscule two inch tall form stuffed deep in-between her breasts, whose head just barely stuck out from the canyon of her cleavage.

Twilight Sparkle.