Settling In
"What do you mean the Great and Powerful Trixie cannot use her Great and Powerful magic?!"
Trixie fumed at Appleseed. Appleseed appeared unimpressed.
"Ah said your magic scares the hogs. Last time they nearly stampeded. We've already done had one stampede nearly level Ponyville and Ah don't need no more trophies, thank you very much."
Trixie had no idea what that was supposed to mean. She had known Appleseed wasn't very bright, but could the farm pony really believe that she would receive a trophy if her livestock were to stampede through Ponyville? Not that there would be a stampede if the Great and Powerful Trixie were allowed to deploy her Great and Powerful magic to perform the job properly but that was beside the point. Trixie realized that Trixie must be dealing with either insanity or incalculable stupidity and that Trixie had best tread carefully. Trixie resolved to treat the pathetic creature before her with appropriate compassion and patience.
Appleseed made an annoying noise that sounded like an interrogative. Trixie realized the farm pony had been babbling unintelligibly for some time. Trixie gave the poor bumpkin a sympathetic look.
"Ah said, do you understand?"
Trixie nodded slowly and carefully, not wanting make any sudden moves that might confuse or startle the simpleton. Appleseed looked doubtful.
"Yer sure you got all that?"
"Of course," Trixie said pityingly.
Appleseed still looked suspicious, but she sighed and adjusted her hat.
"Well then, Ah got chores to do elsewhere. I'll leave you to it."
Trixie watched her go, feeling silently grateful for her own keen intellect. It would have been truly terrible to spend her life in such a dull haze of ignorance and stupidity, totally oblivious to the world around her.
Once Trixie was sure the other mare was out of earshot she twisted her face into an expression of exaggerated stupidity.
"Duuurrh, Ah'm Appleseed and Ah sure luv apples!" Trixie said in a flawless imitation of Appleseed and her stupid accent. Trixie especially congratulated herself on capturing the dumb earth pony's utter lack of awareness with regards to nuance and how to hold a conversation.
Trixie continued in that vein as she stomped to the pigpen, her face contorting in ways so direly stupid that they looked unpleasant even on Trixie's beautiful face. Her tail swished back and forth as she did, imparting a tantalizing bounce to her flank that had long since become second nature to the showmare. That same reflex turned Trixie's angry stomp into a proud strut. By the time she reached the pigsty Trixie was sufficiently into stage mode that she threw the gate open with flourish and rose up on her hind legs, forehooves held out wide as if to welcome the applause of a throng of admirers.
The admirers in question turned out to be pigs. Snorting, mud-covered stout-bodied pigs. Trixie was rudely reminded of this when one of them slopped over and butted into her haunches, hard. Trixie yelped and fell over into the mud. The hog in question walked over her as she lay prone, stubby legs scrabbling rudely as she flailed about.
"Stupid porcine swine!" Trixie shouted non-redundantly. "How dare you-mppf!"
A muddy split-toed hoof landed in Trixie's open mouth. Trixie sputtered and horked indignantly once the pig stepped clear. She spat out something foul that she actually found herself hoping was only mud before another sputter fit landed her flat on her back with her legs splayed out in a manner that most colts would have had difficulty looking away from of their own accord. Trixie groaned, momentarily defeated.
Then the next hog stomped square on her belly as it made good its own escape. Trixie made a whoofing sound as the pig climbed over her as well, its floppy penis managing to slap her square in the face as it did. The other inhabitants of the pigpen followed suit. One porker after another trampled Trixie in their eagerness to obtain the blessings of freedom. By the time it was over Trixie was filthy, battered and had been given the opportunity to inspect at least two more sets of pig genitalia at close range. Female pig genitalia, Trixie was fairly certain.
Trixie lay in the mud, trying to backtrack the sequence of events that had brought her to this point in her life. A shadow fell over her. Trixie cringed and tried to move, but exhaustion and the sucking mud conspired to keep her in place. Trixie sighed, closed her eyes and resigned herself to further humiliation.
"Are you alright?" rumbled an ultra deep, ultra male voice.
Trixie's eyes snapped back open to see Big Macintosh's stolidly handsome face peering down at her. Trixie's voice caught in her throat and her thoughts froze. Fortunately an inability to think had never been something that prevented Trixie from talking, so she quickly recovered.
"Trixie would not have taken you for that kind of stallion, Big Macintosh."
Big Macintosh looked confused. Trixie pressed on.
"Standing there watching while Trixie is degraded by swine, growing ever more excited with each dirty bit. For shame. What would the neighbors think?"
Trixie half-closed her amethyst eyes and widened her hind legs suggestively.
"Not that Trixie minds, you understand," she continued huskily. "But if Big Macintosh wanted to see Trixie covered in mud, he could have just asked."
Trixie waggled her eyelids suggestively. Big Macintosh stared. Trixie licked her lips. Big Macintosh looked away. Trixie was confused.
"Trixie apologizes if Trixie was unclear," Trixie said after an awkward silence. "Trixie's intent was to invite Big Macintosh to mount Trixie right here in the mud, at this very moment," she explained helpfully.
Big Macintosh's ears twitched. "Eyup, Ah picked up on that."
"Oh good," Trixie said, relieved to confirm once again that Trixie had never made a mistake and had nothing to apologize for. "Well then. Does Big Macintosh wish Trixie to stand as he ruts her? Trixie is confident that Big Macintosh is more than long enough to take Trixie on her back without difficulty, but would of course not be so cruel as to deny Big Macintosh the chance to enjoy Trixie's magnificent flank."
Another long silence. Trixie worked to maintain her seductive expression. Finally she coughed.
"Trixie would be grateful if Big Macintosh were to assist Trixie in regaining Trixie's hooves," Trixie suggested.
Another lengthy silence. Then Big Macintosh bent down and grabbed Trixie's barrel with his forehooves and lifted her out of the mud with no discernable difficulty. Trixie's heart fluttered in her chest as she was held aloft by the stallion's great strength. She made it a point to brush her tail sensually across Big Macintosh's muzzle to show her gratitude as he planted Trixie back on the ground upright. She turned back to face him, expecting him to be wild with lust and eager to get started, but the only expression she could see Big Macintosh's face was mild annoyance as he wiped off a bit of mud that had gotten there somehow. Trixie felt another moment of confusion, but she dismissed it as she realized the stallion must wish to engage in some foreplay first. How nice of him to be so solicitous of Trixie's pleasure as to take the time to clean himself up a bit before going muzzle to muzzle. Yes, this stud was definitely a keeper.
"Well then," Trixie said before another pause could ensue, "shall Trixie and Big Macintosh rut here or would Big Macintosh rather relocate to someplace more private? "
"Ah'm not going to mount you, Miss Trixie," Big Macintosh said in an annoyed rumble.
Trixie's muzzle fell open in shock and her eyes grew so wide they seemed likely to come rolling out of their sockets.
"But Big Macintosh is being offered the chance to engage in sexual intercourse!" she ejaculated in disbelief. "With Trixie! And likely many times!"
"Ah don't want to have sex with you, " Big Macintosh said firmly.
Trixie stammered, totally incapable of processing what she had just heard. "That's impossible! " she blurted. "How?! "
"Ah was there when you took over Ponyville and Ah saw how you done treated everypony," Big Macintosh continued, anger creeping into his voice. "Ah don't want nothing to do with no pony who acts like that, especially not towards somepony as sweet as Miss Fluttershy."
"Who?" Trixie asked blankly. That seemed to make Big Macintosh even angrier for some reason.
"The one you made dress up in Miss Rarity's bedroom socks line and prance around for you," Big Macintosh said flatly.
"Oh yes," Trixie said in dawning recognition. "The one Trixie had picked for Trixie's harem but who vanished before Trixie could summon her to Trixie's bed chamber for the night. Such a missed opportunity..."
Trixie coughed suddenly. "That is, Trixie means that Trixie was under the influence of dark magic at the time and that Trixie cannot be held responsible for Trixie's actions, for which Trixie is very sorry and has already apologized for. Surely Big Macintosh can find it within his enormous heart to forgive Trixie?"
Trixie tried to give him a pleading look but the closest she could come was a half-hopeful, half-nervous expression. Big Macintosh snorted.
"Ah ain't interested. If you've got something important to ask about the work let me know, otherwise Ah don't want to talk to you."
With that he turned and walked away, flank muscles hardened by a lifetime of farm labor rippling beneath his hide. Tears welled in Trixie's eyes as for the first time in her life Trixie felt the shame of being reproached by somepony whose opinion actually mattered.