Monday, July 11, 2016 / Morning
Today's Horoscope (Virgo): Be mindful of your desires. They may lead you down a dark path, one which will destroy the very things you hold most dear.

Things are a little tense in the dorm this morning. Last night's apology and spooning haven't really cleared the bad air between me and Twilight, so we're awkward around each other. Twilight decides to spend the day with Cadance over in the apartment, catching up on her reading. Whether that means she's actually catching up on her reading or just wants some space from me and the others, I don't know.

I honestly don't care either. I need some space from her, too. We apologized, but I'm still mad at her for accusing me of whatever she was accusing me of.

Pinkie must sense Twilight and I are still upset with each other, because she's unusually quiet today. She decides to take a shift at Sugar Cube Corner, which she hasn't done in a while. I guess we all need a little space today...

I spend most of the morning texting people from Music Club and the tennis team. Some are replying right away, others aren't. The longest delay in a reply comes when I text Trixie; I texted her at around nine, and got her reply almost two hours later.

New Message From: Trixie Lulamoon
Hey, good to hear from you! I'd love to catch up, but I could also really use your help with something. Are you free today?

I text her back; she asks me to head over to her house. I borrow Coach's car keys and head out.

Monday, July 11, 2016 / Daytime

Trixie's house is two blocks from Sugar Cube Corner. I stop by to pick up some drinks and muffins on the way there. Pinkie seems a little happier; surprisingly, Sunset Shimmer is hanging out by the counter.

"So, what're you up to today?" Sunset asks as I wait for Pinkie to finish off the drinks.

I shrug. "Just meeting up with a friend who needs help with something."

"Which friend?" Pinkie asks.

"Trixie."

Sunset snickers. "What, did she make her head disappear and can't find it?"

I frown at her. "Not cool."

"Sorry." Sunset tilts her head at me. "So you're really spending the day alone with a girl again when Twilight's still mad over the whole pool party thing?"

Pinkie smacks her head against the counter. "Why did you go there?" she moans.

"You know..." I sigh. "No. I'm not doing this." I round up the drinks and muffins and leave.

When I arrive at Trixie's house, she answers the door wrapped in a spangled purple satin robe. "Thank you for coming," she says.

As she lets me past and closes the door behind me, I hold up the coffees and muffins I brought. "Got us a little snack."

"Oh, thank you!" Trixie says. "But it'll have to wait for later, I'm afraid." She grimaces. "I'd rather not strain the seams of my performing costume by eating anything sugary just now. I also don't want to mess up my makeup."

"Performing costume?" I ask.

Trixie sheds her robe. She's wearing a deep purple vinyl corset teddy with matching high heels, a white dress collar and cuffs with a purple bowtie, and a puffy cotton bunny tail. She picks up a headband with a pair of floppy satin rabbit ears and puts it on her head. The corset is pushing her breasts up and forward, emphasizing her cleavage and visibly cutting into the tops of her breasts; it's very high on the hip, highlighting her shapely figure.

I raise an eyebrow. "Umm...so you're working at a hostess club now or something?"

Trixie slaps me upside the head. "No," she says with a smirk. "I'm actually working on a new trick. That's what I need your help for."

"Okay, what kind of trick do you need to dress like this for?" I pause, frowning. "Wait, actually...haven't I seen you in this getup before?"

"Not this exact one, no," Trixie says. "I did wear the stage magician version of this when I performed at your friend Pinkie's birthday party back in October. This one is brand new." She blushes. "I, umm...I had to get a new one because my bust has grown slightly larger since October. The old one...squeezes."

"Honestly, it looks like the new one squeezes a little too."

Trixie shrugs. "It's supposed to be tight," she says. "Which is why I'd prefer not to wear it any longer than I have to. I'm actually glad you stopped on the way here, because I only just finished getting ready. It was...a bit harder to get into this than I remember."

"I can imagine," I say, looking her up and down.

She raises an eyebrow. "Must you eyeball Trixie's body?" she asks. "Trixie knows she is sexy, but don't you have a girlfriend?"

"Sorry."

Trixie laughs. "I'm only teasing." She blushes again. "Umm...how do I look?"

"Amazing."

"Thank you."

I cough. "So, uhh...why the bunny girl outfit, and what's it got to do with why you called me over?"

"Right," Trixie says. "Follow me to the studio." She turns and walks away, her heels clicking sharply on the wooden floor. I follow, trying hard not to stare at her swaying ass. Staring at her half-bare back isn't much of an improvement.

I really need some less sexy friends...

I follow Trixie downstairs to the basement, where we enter a spacious, well-lit practice room with wood-paneled walls. Various musical instruments are pushed up against one wall, while another wall is cluttered with magic props. In the center of the room, there's a greenscreen stage with a 3D video camera positioned nearby. Trixie walks over to a small table in the corner and picks up a hand mirror and a tube of lipstick. She touches up her lipstick, then uses a brush to dab some sparkly powder on her chest and shoulders.

"Okay, what exactly are we doing down here?" I ask.

Trixie puts her mirror down and walks over to the greenscreen, checking something over her head. Whatever she's looking for, she finds it and motions me over. "Help me attach the wires," she says.

"What wires?" I ask. I walk over, and Trixie presses something into my hand. I realize it's a wire which has been painted the same shade of green as the backdrop.

"We have to be very careful attaching these," Trixie says. "They need to be secure enough to lift me, but not damage the outfit or risk any injury." She sighs. "Honestly, I'm beginning to doubt whether or not this trick is even worth all this."

"What kind of trick is it?" I ask curiously.

Trixie attaches a wire to herself, then shows me how to attach the one on the other side. "You know the old rabbit-out-of-a-hat trick?" I nod. "Well, I decided I wanted to try a more hi-tech, modern version." Sheepishly, she adds, "With...a little more sex appeal. Nobody cares about that old trick anymore, but if a sexy girl magician is pulling a sexy bunny girl out of a hat..."

I raise an eyebrow. "Go on..."

Trixie snickers. "Well, it seems I was right about this trick hitting the right note with the audience," she says, flicking my nose playfully. "Anyway, I'm going to record a hologram of myself being 'pulled out of the hat'," she says, making air quotes, "and then—"

"You'll have one of those AR pads inside the hat projecting the hologram when you're on stage," I say. "So if you time it all right—"

"It'll look like I'm pulling myself out of the hat," Trixie says, eyes shining with excitement. "Well? What do you think?"

"I like it. Points for creativity if nothing else." I glance up at the pullies with the 'invisible' wires. "So what's with—?"

"Well, if I'm being pulled out of the hat, I can't visibly be standing on anything," Trixie says. "That's why I need help with this. You're going to operate the pulley and lift me up off the ground while we're filming."

"Uhh...okay."

"Don't worry, it's easy, and I don't need to be lifted very far, just...maybe a foot and a half?" She smirks. "Trixie is not that heavy."

"It's not that, I'm just worried about you getting hurt if I mess up."

Trixie waves a hand dismissively. "If something goes wrong, I fall on the pads..." She taps her foot on the padded surface under her for emphasis. "...and we try again." She points off to the right, then at the camera. "As soon as I give the word, all you have to do is go over there, raise me up about a foot and a half, then start filming."

It takes a few tries to get the pulley working right; Trixie takes two rather embarrassing pratfalls and has to readjust her costume and makeup each time. Finally, we get her off the ground and hanging in the air. I hurry over to the camera, check the angle, and start filming, giving Trixie the signal. She squirms around, pretending to struggle against the grip of an invisible hand.

Watching her wriggle and shimmy in midair, wearing that tight, low-cut bunny girl costume, is giving me one hell of a boner.

Finally, Trixie calls a halt; I stop recording, then let her down. She removes all the wires. "Thanks for your help," she says. "I really appreciate it." She stretches, which thrusts her chest forward alluringly. "So, umm...let me go get out of this uncomfortable costume, then we can have the little snack you brought, and maybe you can help me work on this new song? I need help getting it just right."

I look Trixie over from head to toe, and I can't deny what I'm thinking.

I want her.

I want her so fucking much.

"Sure," I say. "But before that, I want to show you a little trick."

"Oh?" Trixie asks.

"What's that behind your ear?" I ask, reaching out toward Trixie's left ear.

She rolls her eyes. "Really? You're trying to impress a real magician with that old—"

Instead of the quarter she was expecting, I produce a wrapped condom.

Trixie blinks.

"And now, watch me make it disappear," I say before tucking it into her cleavage.

Trixie's face lights up crimson. "Flash? Wh-what..."

I lean forward and brush my lips against her ear. "Let me help you out of that costume," I whisper.

Trixie stares at me, eyes wide. "Umm...don't you...have a girlfriend?"

"I don't care about that right now," I say. "All I care about is how incredibly fucking hot you are."

"Oh," Trixie says quietly, ducking her head. She squirms a little in place. "W-well..." She looks up at me for a moment before ducking her head. "It's not that I haven't...maybe...thought about it, once or twice," she says. Then, with some of her usual arrogance and cockiness, she adds, "And, well, Trixie can certainly see how you would be tempted by her sultry charms."

I slip an arm around her waist and start steering her toward the stairs, making a point of squeezing her ass. She jumps and yelps, but makes no move to disengage my hand from her ass as we head upstairs.

By the time I leave Trixie's house, it's late in the afternoon. Dark, ugly thunderclouds have gathered overhead, and soft rumbles of thunder roll over Canterlot. As I head for the car, I see a motorcycle speeding away.

A familiar motorcycle...

I just barely make it into the car before it starts to rain.

Monday, July 11, 2016 / Evening

When I return to the dorm, I find Luna and Rainbow in the lounge, playing some fighting game. Luna's in her usual gamer attire. As soon as they hear me come in, Luna leans way back, her hair fanning behind her, and smirks at me. "You can look, but you can't touch," she says in a teasing tone.

"Can I touch?" Rainbow asks.

"You might be about to be my niece," Luna points out.

I shake my head. "Get a room," I mutter as I head upstairs. Their cackling follows me.

I flop face-forward onto my bed, listening to the rain patter against the window.

I hear my door open; I must have forgotten to lock it. I look up.

Sunset's standing there, arms folded, a frown on her face.

"What you did today? Not cool," she says quietly.

She walks out, closing the door behind her.

Outside, blinding white lightning flashes in a long, eye-searing strobe. The entire dorm shakes with the concussive force of heavy thunder.

Author's Notes:

The LTE version of this chapter contains additional unrated content.