Stage Feathers (An Anon x Trixie or Gilda fic...)

"Another day, another bit," you sighed.
>You sit back against a tree and watch as the sun goes down.
>Day: 200 in Equestria
>You've been doing this for a while now.
>After work, you would come to this tree, and watch the sun go down.
>It was your "secret hiding spot" from your everyday life.
>Until one day...
Hm... what's this?
>It seems like a crumpled up piece of paper is laying in your spot.
ITS A SIGN!
>You don't really think its a sign, but you pick it up and read it anyway.
>"The Great and Powerful-" The paper cut it off there...
>At the bottom it says "tonight only! Day: Whatever today's date is at sundown! Come over to the West side of Ponyville, and bring the camera!"
>Hm...
>Seems pretty cool.
>You jam the paper in your pocket.
>Clouds began to form in the sky.
Hope it doesn't rain...

>You arrive at the scene.
>A wagon with "The Great and Powerful Trixie" was painted on the side.
>Trixie... where have you heard of that name before?
>It seems like no-one came.
>You were the only one in the audience.
Hm...
>You decide to sit in the back.
>You look around... Waiting to see if anyone else was going to show up.
>...
>Oh!
>A griffon walks up and sits down.
>Well then.
>The show was starting to begin.
>Music was heard, coming from the wagon.
I wonder if-
>A stage was shot out of the wagon.
>It looks like... a unicorn?
>"The great and powerful-"
>A loud crash was heard from the sky.
>Rain....
>Damn... That sucks...
>The unicorn fell on her flank.
>Her mane and hat soaked.
>"Wow... this sucks." The griffon muttered to herself.
>"A small set-back! The great and powerful Trixie will make-"
>Another crash was heard.
>Trixie was latched on the griffon.
>"Hey what are you?"
>"FEAR NOT, GRIFFON! The great and powerful Trixie is here to save you!"

>The three of you were soaking wet.
>The griffon pushed trixie away.
>"Look-"
>An even louder crash was heard.
>Both the griffon and the "Great and Powerful Trixie" were in each others arms, shivering.
>You couldn't help but to giggle.
>"Sh-shut up monkey guy!"
HAHAHA! Oh man... Here.
>You toss your jacket over both of them.
What would REALLY suck if you both caught a cold.
>They both used your jacket as an umbrella.
Hey, Trixie... you don't mind if we use your wagon as a shelter, do you?
>Trixie looks at you in suprise.
>"Trixie does not mind sharing her vehicle for a while..."
>You smile.
Great.
>You walk both the girls into the wagon.

>It was small...
>Very small...
>Inside the wagon was as cold as the outside to...
>The rain was hitting the ceiling hard.
>It was also dark... with only one candle lit.
>You, Trixie, and the griffon sat on the floor... cramped.
>"As you can see, Trixie's living environment is- AH- AH- AH CHO!"
See...
>You turn to the griffon.
So... what's your name?
>She sighs.
>"Gilda."
What a nice name. My name is Anonymous. You can call me Anon for short.
>The both looked at you.
>"Your Anon?!"
>"Your Anon?!"
The one and only.
>They both look down, not saying a word after that.
Why? You've heard of me before?
>"No"
>"No"
>They were perfectly synchronized.
Well, the storm doesn't look like its going to ease up soon, mind if we crash here, Trixie?
>"Trixie... does not think that-"
>A loud crash was heard outside... louder than the ones before.
>Trixie and Gilda latch themselves on you.
Hahaha! Oh you guys.
>They both blush and jump off of you.
>A sudden drop was felt.
>"Uh... Trixie... What was that?"
>"If Trixie knew, she would have told you, but-"
I'll go check it out.

>You jump out of the wagon.
>Oh no...
>The top of the wagon was ablaze!
>And...
>THE GIRLS!
>You try to open the door to the wagon.
>The fire ran down and fire engulfed the door.
Shit!
>You ram yourself into the wagon, breaking the door.
>Trixie and Gilda were both knocked out.
>You throw both of them over your shoulder and made your way out.
>The rain was doing nothing...
>The fire took the entire wagon and stage, which was attached to it.
>What were you to do?
>...
>Your place.
>The rain was coming down harder.
>You began to run.

>You barge into your own home.
>Laying down both of them on your bed, you start to light up candles to see better.
>Maybe should have brought them to a hospital...
>You hear both of them breathing...
>...
>Alright Anon... Think straight here...
>But you are, aren't you?
>You grab an extra blanket and throw it over Gilda.
>Seems like Trixie is hogging up all the blanket.
>You sit down and look out the window.
>This rain man...
*yawn*
>You need some shut-eye...
>Grabbing the last blanket, you get ready to sleep.
Goodnight Trixie, Gilda... hope things get better in the morning.
>They both were sleeping soundly.
Nighty *yawn* night.

>The next morning.
>Gilda and Trixie are gone.
>Oh well...
>A 2 notes are found where they were sleeping.
>"Dear Anon, thanks for the bed. - Gilda"
>"Thanks - Trixie"
Um... Okay?
>You jam both of the notes into your pocket.
>The blankets were neatly folded at the edge of the bed.
>How nice.
>You slab on some suitable clothes, and a slip into your running shoes.
>Time to go "run" some errands.
>You make sure to lock the door behind you.
Hope none of these ponies jack my stuff...
>*Click-Lock*

>As you walked into town, you notice a crowd gathering.
>Hmmm... Whatever is it?
>Seems like its getting A LOT of attention...
>You shuffle through the crowd of ponies and stallions.
>As you make it closer to the front, you notice everyp0ny is upset and angry.
>"Can you believe her?"
>"Seriously, what's her problem?"
>"Why can't she just leave?!"
>...
>You notice the mane6 in the front.
>They too, were angry.
>Even Fluttershy!
>"This is NOT Trixie's fault here!"
AJ - >"Ya'll are the one put up that weird stick-thingy!"
The crowd: "Ya!"
RD - >"You're the one that brought that Ursa Major here!"
The crowd: "YA!"
PP - >"YOU ARE THE ONE, WHO ATE. ALL. THE. PUDDING!"
The crowd: "Huh?"
PP: "Eh, I tried."

>”Look, it wasn't TRIXIE who burned down her OWN home! It was the weather.”
RD - >”Blaming it on the pegasus ponies huh?”
>”What?!”
>The crowd began to close in on Trixie.
>A rock comes flying through the air, hitting trixie on the head.
>”Ow!”
WAIT!
>They all stopped and turned.
Ponies, please. We don’t have to act so violently...
>You walk over to Trixie.
>She was on the ground, blood dripping from the side of her head.
>Must have been a sharp rock...
>”Anon?”
Hey, you alright?
RD - >”WHAT THE HAY, ANON?! WHY ARE YOU BUCKING HELPING HER?”
TS - >”Although I do not agree with RainbowDashes vocabulary on the subject, I do agree with her. Why are you helping Trixie?”
What did she do that is SO wrong, here?!
>You throw your arms out for all to see.
You act as though she was a monster!
>”Monster?...”
>A tear runs down Trixie’s face.
>She stands up.
PP - >”Anon, don’t you know?!”
Know, what?!
TS - >”SHE is the one... Who brought the Ursa Minor here.”
…
>You turn to her.
>Trixie falls back as soon as she sees your face.
>”Anon... Trixie... She...”
>You crouch down.
I don’t care.
>The crowd gasps
And another thing...
>The mane6 watches as you pick up Trixie, and hoist her over your shoulder.
She is a good friend of mine.
Mane6 - >”WHAT?!”
>The crowd resumed there roar’s.
>”AT LEAST CLEAN THE MESS!”
>”ANON IS CLEARLY OUT OF HIS HEAD!”
>Mess?
>You look at the ashes, what was once a home to your dear friend.
>...
>Alright.
>Ignoring the crowds chants and screams, you made your way back home.

>”Anon...”
I just don’t know... I just... I am so sorry Trixie. I never knew my “friends” would ever do such a thing... But all that's in the past now.
>Trixie began to slip off your shoulder.
>”Trixie can walk now...”
>You let her fall.
>She lands on her hooves, flipping her hair back in the process.
>You both arrive at your house.
Hey Trixie... Wanna crash here?
>”What?! Trixie would never-”
Look, I know you don’t have a home... And I know none of those ponies back there would lend you a bed... Why not stay here?
>”...”
>A long pause was had.
>”Trixie will... Think about it.”
Close enough.
>You open the door to your humble abode.
>Trixie begins to roam around, looking at your house.
>”Its different from last time...”
>It wasn't.
Hehe, I guess it was because-
>”No, no... its different.”
…
>Okay then...

>Trixie sits herself down.
>You grab your gloves.
>”Where are you going?”
Huh? Oh... Someones gotta clean up that mess. I’ll try to salvage anything I can.
>”You can’t! That was Trixie’s mess, so Trixie must-”
SShhhh, calm yourself.
>”...”
You sit tight, I’ll be back before you know it.
>”But-”
No but’s!
>”...”
Laters!

>You close the door and make your way to pile of wreckage.
>As you were returning to town, you see a tail coming out of the ash.
Hello?
>Gilda’s head pops out.
>”Hey dude. Thanks for letting me crash at your place...”
Naw, its cool. What are you doing here?
>”Looking around... Ya know... The usual. You?”
… Well, I am going to clean that mess up. Wanna help? I could use the extra hands- er... claws? Paws? Um...
>Gilda lifts up her claws.
Claws!
>”...”
Hehe...
>Gilda continues to give you a blank stare.
>”Sure.”
>You smile and reach over to hand her a bag.
>Gilda grabs the bag from your hand, scratching your.
Ow!
>”Woah, sorry bro. Here, let me see...”
>She lifts up your hand, delicately.

>”Sorry Anon, here.”
>She opens her beak, and licks your wound.
>Her tongue was rough, bringing more pain to the cut.
>She brings her head back, to see if it there was any effect.
>A bit of saliva was left over.
>Gilda looks at it slightly angered.
Its alright, Gilda.
>You slip on your glove.
See?
>Gilda turns her head in disapproval.
>”Whatever man, lets start working.”
Right!
>After about 2 hours or so, the job was finished.
>You both were panting.
>It was hard work, collecting all that wood and ash.
>Gilda was sitting on the stack of ash bags.
Hey, Gilda?
>”Yeah?”
>Lets head back to my place, I can get ya cold one.
>She flies off of the bags.
>” I'm game.”

>Both of you began to walk to your place.
>The sun was going down.
>”Hey Anon?”
Yeah?
>”Can I see your hand?
Uh, sure...
>You bring up your hand.
>She removes your glove, and examines your hand thoroughly.
>Gilda grins.
>”Knew it.”
What?
>”Nothing!~”
>She began to prance ahead.
Hey wait up, you don’t even know where it is!
>” I've been there already! Jeez dude, did you get hit in the head when you were a kid?”
>You both laugh.
>Arriving at the house, Gilda begins to calm down.
>”Hey Anon?”
EEeyeah?
>”Just wondering... Wanna go fishing? I mean, if your up to it.... ‘Might be a little extreme for ya.”
>Extreme.
>Really?
Haha, sure!

>You open the door to see your house in ruins.
>HOLY SHIT, WERE YOU ROBBED?!
>As you enter, a loud noise can be heard...
>From the kitchen.
>Gilda entered a pouncing stance.
>You grabbed a lamp.
>Leading Gilda into the kitchen, the sound stops.
>”Darn it! Not again...”
>You both peak around the corner.
>...
>Trixie?
>She is... staring into a pot?
>It explodes in her face.
>Gilda falls to the floor laughing.
Trixie?
>”Anon!”
>Trixie trips, and the pot lands on her head, spilling more of... “Whatever that was” on her head.
>You help her up.
Trixie, what were you doing?
>”Nothing...”
Heh, doesn't look like nothing.
>Gilda was beginning to recover from her laughing session.
>”Trixie was just... wanting to make some cake... FOR HERSELF...And had a few troub-
>The pan in the sink set on fire.
>You sigh.
Look, if you wanted to bake something, just ask!
>You walk over to the sink, and wash out the fire.
There we go... Now, what was it that you wanted to make?
>”...”
>Trixie runs into the other room.
>Gilda giggles.
C’mon Gilda, she had a rough day.
>”You still up for fishing tomorrow?”
Huh? Yeah, of course.
>”Cool. Well, gonna jet, later man.”
Later Gilda.
>You walk her to the door.
>Her wings flare out.
>Never have you seen wings that huge!
>Usually, they are a lot smaller, compared to a pegasus’s
>Gilda soar’s off.
>Now... What are you going to do with Trixie?

[This could be a trixie x anon or gilda x anon... Don't know which one...]