Stinky Pony

>today you aren't giving a single fuck
>you are anon
>and for while you now, you have just stopped giving a shit
>every single pony in this town knows it
>and they now try to stay the fuck away from you when you're tired

>Be Trixie
>you came back the Ponyville to try and redeem yourself
>you fucked up and you admit it now
>for last few months you've been practicing nonstop to live up your great and powerful boasting
>and now you believe you've done it
>you might not be as powerful as twilight
>but dammit, Trixie knows how to put on a show
>and Trixie does what Trixie does best
>Midway through your show, you can hear them
>all the ponies are cheering, the fillies the colts, the mares and the stallions
>even the elements which you pissed off to no end are smiling at it
>believing you have done well for yourself
>you put on the grand finale

>Be anon
>you see a crap ton of fireworks going off on the ground
>you have no idea what's up
>but you know you're going to go find out
*yawn *

>Return to being Trixie
>you have just finished up your set of magic
>most of the magic you use is to deal with fireworks now
>a lot of the finer points with the manipulation of the Sparks once the fireworks ignited
>what you do with magic is closer to art than a science
>and the clopping of hooves tells you that you are a damn good artist
>you're happy, not because your set goes off well
>well let's be honest you're happy about that too
>but your happy that you made other people happy
>your magic made them smile
>that is something you didn't get all that much before, when you were only being a boastful bitch
>you kind of owe twilight, kind of a lot for this
>not that you'll ever admit that in public
>but you'll tell her one...
>...
>What the fuck is that

>You are anonymous
>and you caught the ass end of the show
>but you were more focused on the mare than the sparks
>that beautiful blue
>that voice
>that plot
>she'll do nicely
>yes, nicely indeed
>and you walk up on stage

>Back to Trixie now
>there is a big, bipedal monsters walking on stage
>nobody looks like they're helping
>do they think this is part of the show?
>you look towards the elements
>twilights face hoofing
>rarity and rainbow are snickering
>and applejack and Fluttershy are blushing
>your show is over, pinkie went to entertain the children and she left a bit ago during the applause
>you don't know what's going on in the least
>but you do know one thing
>” you'll do just nicely”
>this thing can talk

>You are anonymous
>and you are being kicked
>so you turn the mare around
>and you hug
>and you snuggle
>this brings forth a short noise from the mare
>you learned one thing...
>scratch that...
>make that two things
>her name is Trixie
>and she is cuddly

>Be Trixie
>be pissed
>be confused
“unhand Trixie right now you... You... What the hell are you”
>it's at this point that twilight gets close enough to tell you ”Trixie, say hello to anonymous, he kind of popped up here shortly after our last encounter... And...”
>She looks a bit embarrassed
>and what
>trixie wants to know and what
>this time rarity chimes in “anonymous, treats ponies strangely... Don't get me wrong darling it's not bad, it's just...”
>Rainbow finishes her sentence “very very embarrassing, it's why I don't fly low to the ground when he's around”
>okay you had enough of this shit
>you try to magic yourself out of his hands
>“don't strain yourself Trixie” twilight says, apparently she can read your mind “anonymous absorbs magic, there is not exactly much any of us can do to stop him when he is like this.”
>Your eyes grow wide in fear
>Fluttershy desides interject “it's not so bad... He can be... Nice... He's always been gentle when he does this to me”
“oh my Celestia, Trixie doesn't want this, Trixie wants out now, help Trixie”
>you're struggling hard
*yawn *
>it seems it's time for applejack to bring up her two bits “relax sugar cube he's not to hurt you, granted there isn't much you can actually do to get out of his grip, even big Mac is at his mercy, and he could pull whole house when he wanted to”
>you remember that big stallion
>at least you think you do
“the red one or the white one”
>she wonders about your question for bit
>“big Mac is the red one, but even the white one can't stand against him”
>oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit
>as if she could hear the fear in your mind
>twilight decides to tell you “uhhh... Fine I'll go with you”
>that does help bring your mind to ease a bit
>you still have no idea what the fuck is going on
>and everything that's been said so far just makes you worry more and more
>“would you settle down and be quiet” quips anon, as he starts to walk off

>Be anon
>you know you are squeaky clean
>you made damn sure to clean yourself before you came out looking for the pony to be with you for the night
>but something smells
>and you look down at twilight
>she's keeping pace right next you talking to the Trixie
>and then you look at Trixie
>and you bury her face in her mane and breathe deeply

>You are Trixie
>up to this point you honestly didn't think you could be more freaked out than you already are
>this... creature grabbed you from your stage
>held you against its body
>is apparently kidnapping you
>to do unspeakable things to you
>and now
>just now
>it buried its head in your mane
>to make it worse
>he's taking a deep breath
>and you begin to freak out again
>“Trixie...” twilight begins, “is putting on that show hard work”
>what the fuck kind of a question is that
“of course it's hard. Trixie does and half ass for work anymore” giving her a look that could kill lesser mares
>“ughhhh!” twilight exclaims in annoyance lowering her head, “I was afraid of that”
>your eyes go wide
“why, what is it going to do to me, Trixie demands to know”
>twilight perks up a little bit
>“consider this are right of passage, we've all been through it, some more than others”
>that's not helping, not, helping, at, all
>twilight immediately sees this and cuts your freak out short “I'll be there with you the whole way”
>you can just feel her rolling her eyes

>you are anon again
>and you are carrying one really stinky mare
>this must be corrected at all costs
>and as your thinking this you arrive at your home
opening the door you tell twilight “you can wait here twilight. you and little miss stinky need to get clean”
>twilight takes offense to this but before she can even voice a complaint
>Trixie Speaks up first with ”Trixie is not stinky”
>you bury her face and her again
>“stop that!”
“Stinky needs to get clean”
>“for the record I'm not stinky, but I'll stay with Trixie nonetheless” says twilight in a manner that remind you somebody who's just fed up and is just 'what the fuck ever just get this over with'
>you close the door behind you
>and you let the stinky one down
“I'm going to get prepared, there's some drinks and food in the refrigerator if you want and there is probably a magazine that will catch your interest in the living room if you it takes long... but I should be back for you two shortly”

>Be Trixie
>he's gone
>he has let you down
>you make a mad dash for the door
>“it isn't going to work”twilight says
“oh yeah well how do you know, Trixie has to at least try”
>and with that said you use your magic on the door
>running straight at it
>and when you finally realize what twilight meant
>straight into it
>“anon's house is a magic dead zone, anything short of an Alcorn has trouble even opening that door with hooves, much less magic”
>well if magic doesn't work hooves it is
>and twilights interjects again, “the doors to the outside on anon's house are heavy Trixie, most unicorns can't open them with hooves”
“well Trixie is going to try”
>just as you are about to make some progress
>you are again lifted by your midsection
>the door is getting further away
>and twilight following a short distance behind
>entering the room, you realize what it's intentions are...
>a bath
>and just before you can protest at all
>you are dropped into the very big tub
>sputtering a bit getting the water out of your mouth, out of your eyes. you look at anon
>oh celestia, why you looking at anon, he might be naked
>but...
>surprisingly he's not
>“yeah Trixie we've all been surprised by this, those are swimming trunks, his kind doesn't like to be naked around anyone”
>to which anon says “you and rarity both know why”
>and that makes you curious
>you don't want to be curious
>you don't even know why you're curious
>but if twilight knows something a Trixie doesn't than Trixie wants to know
>you want to begin to question if twilight really can read your mind when she says “don't ask, you don't want to know, and I won't tell you, rarity might”
>“don't tell her things like that” quickly says anon
>as he takes a bottle of what you can only assume is soap and pours it on you
>blueberries and violet
“how do you know my shampoo you steal it from Trixie's wagon”
>“no, I've had to wash enough mares here that I got the smell that is the most favored amongst every one. apparently everyone likes it, and even those that don't prefer it can at least tolerate it”
“Trixie demands to know how you know this”
>“I had twilight take a poll”
>well that answers that question
>this really feels good
“Trixie thinks she likes this treatment”
>your eyes widen as you realize you just said that out loud
>twilights giggling to herself
>“we've all been there Trixie, when anon wanted to wash us, we were all hesitant at first, but those fingers, oh celestia those fingers, they do things hooves never could”
>while she saying that, she is also looking out into the distance
>she can't be focusing on anything in this world
“what dirty things have those fingers done to you”
>that snaps twilight out out of her little stupor
>“n.. n... nothing...”
>And she looks to the side
>oh Celesita what have you gotten yourself into Trixie
>when anon decides you are thoroughly clean, he gives you a towel and helps to dry off
>the whole while twilights already been in the top scrub herself down and dried off by the time you're just starting
>how the hell did she do it so fast
>and anon brings out a blow dryer
>this will not end well

>You are twilight for a moment
>you know exactly what's can happen here
>nobody likes what happens
>everybody tries to avoid it whenever possible
>but everybody doesn't want to be seen like this
>nobody wants to be seen
>fluffy
>You leave the bathroom
>and decide to give them time to themselves
>after about five minutes
>you hear the telltale sign of a click and see a small amount of a flash
>nobody likes to be seen fluffy
>but anon finds it adorable
>he also finds our struggle to hide our fluffy even more adorable
>anon can be a monster at times
>you shudder to yourself thanking Celestia it's not you

>You are Trixie
>you are mortified
>and you are done
>that's it
>done
>he has a picture of you in a compromising position
>that Bastard
“fine Trixie is done have your way with me”
>while anon goes to put away the portrait you hear twilight giggling
>“tell me, what did the great and powerful Trixie think anon's going to do to her?”
>Before you can answer anon picks you up and takes you over to the bad
>twilight is already waiting
>how could she enjoy this
>what kind of a pervert is she
>anon takes you under the covers with him
>he held tightly to you
>and the lights go out

10 minutes later

>You are the great and powerful Trixie
>you reformed your performances
>you are now in demand for your art
>you came back to Ponyville
>you performed for everyone
>everyone was happy to have you here
>the elements didn't stop you
>and they even seemed to enjoy you, or at least your show
>but apparently they still held a grudge
>maybe
>you don't know
>you don't want to think ill of people anymore
>but with everything they said
>everything that was hinted at
>they didn't once tell you
>not once
>that all anon wanted to do was cuddle
>that he used ponies is body pillows
>and even then
>not one of them told you that it felt
>down to your core
>so satisfying
“Trixie thinks she can be used in this”
>“go to sleep Trixie” groggily says twilight
>Trixie will
>once it stops feeling so good...