Trix of the Trade - Chapter 10

>You are Rainbow Dash.
>Its now been a full month since you caught Fluttershy trying to hurt Anon.
>The moment you brought her back, you turned her in to the local authorities. You weren’t about to let something so terrible go unpunished.
>After a very short hearing, Fluttershy was sentenced to house arrest. Which is great! Despite what happened, Fluttershy is still your best friend. You visit her nearly every day now.
>And that’s what you’re doing now.
>You just cleared the sky of all clouds, and that makes the perfect opportunity to check in on Fluttershy.
>One of the guards is perched on top of her little cottage, as per normal.
>Another guards the front door.
>You wave to the lightly armored mare on top of the cottage as you land next to the heavily armored stallion guarding the door.
>”H-Hey Rainbow Dash!”
>You can see his blush behind his helmet.
>Hehe, you’re pretty sure he has a crush on you.
“Hey… er, you!”
>You’re constantly forgetting his name! It’s frustrating to no end! He wears the same armor as all of Celestia’s guards, to you he’s just guard #928.
>”You uh, you got any plans for the evening”
>Third time he’s asked this week.
“Eeyeah, I told ya my nights are pretty busy, soooo…”
>”Right, right. I totally forgot. Uhm…”
>He kicks at the dirt nervously.
>”I take it you’re not here to see me?”
>You give him a small scowl.
“Could I please see Fluttershy?”
>”Yeah… Yes, ma’am!”
>There’s the professionalism.

>He begins fiddling with the several locks on the cottage door.
>You… admittedly take a quick peek at his flank. It’s a good one. A darn good one.
>But that’s as far as you’re willing to take it.
>You’re supposed to go out on a date with Anon once he comes back. He never said when he would return to Ponyville, but it’s been a month now. So, probably not too much longer
>Besides, if you would date anyp0ny, you’d prefer it to be a bro. And Anon is a total bro.
>Aaaaaaaand… You’re a little curious how good those hands are in-
>”Door’s open, Miss Dash.”
“Thanks!”
>You’d better put those bedtime thoughts away. Anon isn’t supposed to even be on your mind while you visit Fluttershy.
>You walk through the threshold of the front door. It is closed afterwards.
>Fluttershy’s cottage looks the same as it always does.
>Except the lack of animals and the bars on the windows. You don’t like this feeling of imprisonment and you’re not even the one under arrest!
“Hey Fluttershy, where are ya?!”
>You hear a few clopping noises come from her bedroom before she pokes her head out.
>”Oh… Hello, Rainbow Dash.”
“Heeeey!”
>You flitter over to her.
“How you feeling today, hm?”
>”Okay, I guess…” She steps out of her room and gives you a gentle smile. “I’ve just been reading some books Twilight let me borrow.”
“Cool! You get any books about DaringDo?”
>You stand on your hind legs and take a few swipes at the air with your hooves.
“I loved where in The Temple of Gloom where Daring took on those Sheep and stopped-“
>”I didn’t get anything scary… like that.”

“It’s not scary, it’s cool!”
>”It sounds scary…”
>You sigh and get back on all fours.
“Ya gotta toughen up, Fluttershy.”
>”I-If you say so… Um, would you like something to eat?”
>Ugh. Yes! Fluttershy gets all her food bought by the guards. You don’t feel bad about mooching of someone else’s free food.
“Sounds good, whatcha got?”
>She trots into the kitchen and you follow.
>”Would you like a salad?”
>You always want a salad.
“Sounds good, you got any-“
>”Cucumbers? Mmhm! I know you like them on your salad.”
>You do. They’re so good.
>SO GOOD
>She lays out several vegetables on the counter and gracefully grips a knife with her wings, and chops the vegetables up.
>Only a minute later, your salad is ready.
>She sets it down on the table and you sit in front of it, ready to dig in.
>Then you notice something.
“Why didn’t you make yourself one?”
>”Oh, I’m not in a mood for a salad. I have something else to eat.”
“Cool, cool.”
>You pick up the fork Fluttershy laid out for you and stab into the salad.
>”Have you heard anything from Anonymous?”
>RED LIGHT.
>The topic of Anon is off-limits with Fluttershy. She knows this.
>You shove a forkful of salad down your throat.
“Nope. So this salad is pretty good, do you have some sort of new dressing?”
>She ignores your question and hovers over to her fridge.
>She pulls another cucumber out and comes back to the table, taking a seat across from you.
>”You know what kind books Twilight has been lending me?”
“Hmmph?” You say through a mouthful of food.
>Fluttershy slowly traces a hoof down the cucumber.
>”Anatomy books.”

>You set down your fork.
“Fluttershy…”
>”I KNOW Anonymous is a lot like a stallion… down there.”
>No. No. No. This is not a topic you want to discuss. ESPECIALLY with Fluttershy.
>”A-And I’ve been… Practicing since… You locked me in here.”
>The can hear the mirth in her tone. You won’t deny it’s your fault she’s locked up, but she put herself in this position. You weren’t about to let a… rapist wander free to find her victim, YOUR BRO, and… do stuff.
“You know I-“
>”I know you did the right thing, Rainbow Dash. I only wish you were five minutes late. But, I want to help you.”
>Help? What could she do to help? Wait, why would you even need help.
>”Those books I’ve been reading… They have a lot of pictures of the… parts, down there. I’ve been using one of these to practice…”
>EW
“Can’t we just eat? This is pretty gross.”
>She looks at you as if she’s honestly confused.
>”B-B-But don’t you want to be a good special somepony? I can teach you how to… satisfy Anonymous…” She suddenly becomes very heavy breathed as she finishes off that sentence.
>You facehoof.
“Look, I know you don’t like me and Anon planning a date, but you—FLUTTERSHY!”
>Celestia. You open your eyes to see Fluttershy with the cucumber halfway down her throat.
“That’s it! I’m done.”
>You throw your forelegs up in defeat and begin to hover.
>Fluttershy pulls the cucumber out her mouth and adopts a victorious sneer.
“I’m going to Twilight’s. Somethin’ about a rescue mission or whatever.”
>You quickly fly out of there, but before you can close the door, Fluttershy yells,
>”Tell Twilight I said ‘thanks’ for the books!”

Dear Rarity,

It’s been a while since we’ve talked, hasn’t it? I left on bad terms with you and all my friends in Ponyville and that’s not how I want it to be. I’ve been thinking of all of you each day, wishing there was a different way this could have all happened. I’m sorry for everything I said and I hope to return to Ponyville someday soon so I can make amends.

I’m afraid that will have to wait, however. Trixie and I (Yes, I’ve been able to tolerate her for this long) have just arrived in Baltimare. I’ve just arrived and I can already tell you how different it is from Ponyville. It’ll be a fun visit but I couldn’t imagine living here.

I honestly wish I could say more but I can’t. Since I’m travelling, I can’t give you a return address.
Sorry again for all the trouble I caused.
And tell everyone I said Hi!

-Anon

>”Aha! Baltimare! We got him now!” Twilight yelled.
>You are Rarity.
>You and Pinkie Pie are attending another one of Twilight’s ‘Operation: Retrieve the Unknown Entity’ meeting. She is so… Technical about everything.
>Really, it’s only about trying to get Anon back. Twilight and Pinkie Pie have their own twisted and silly reasons, you actually want something done about the state Ponyville is in.
>And you’re quite upset that Applejack and Rainbow Dash don’t want anything to do with this.
>You’re fine with Fluttershy being left out, though.
>After what she almost did to Anon… Ugh! Disgusting. You don’t know how-
>There’s a knocking at the library door.

>It opens to reveal Rainbow Dash looking mildly annoyed.
>”Ugh, I’m heeeeeeeeeeeeere. Can I go now?”
>”No!” Twilight leaps towards Rainbow Dash with the letter trailing behind her. “Read this!”
>Rainbow snatches the letter from Twilight’s telekinetic grasp and gives a quick readover.
>”What is this?”
>”A desperate cry for help from Anon!”
“I keep telling you, that’s not it.”
>”Yeah,” Rainbow Dash looks at the letter once again, “It looks like he’s doing alright. Baltimare isn’t that great of a place, but at least he isn’t hurt or lost or anything.”
>”Oh yeah?! What if…” Twilight is about to go on another conspiracy theorist rant. You’d better stop this before it starts.
“Anonymous is fine, Twilight. He’s an adult, he can handle himself. But,” You turn to Rainbow Dash. “That doesn’t mean he should be so far away from Ponyville.”
>”Uhhh… Why not? Isn’t he allowed to like, do whatever he wants?”
>Pinkie Pie finally speaks up.
>”ONLY UNTIL HE DOES SOMETHING STUPID AND HIS FRIENDS HAVE TO STOP HIM!”
>Pinkie. The only pony here more militant about all this than Twilight.
>You don’t even know why. Anonymous probably forgot to give her a hug before he left and she’s upset about it or something. Pinkie’s so silly it might actually be true.
>”You’re all blowing this waaaaaay out of proportion. Anon will be back in Ponyville by the end of the month, GAURENTEED! There’s no way he can keep this mare waiting too long.”
>She gives a confident sniff and puffs her chest out.
>Did you hear that right?
“Erm… Excuse me?”

>”Oh. Heh, yeah. Me and Anon are totally going out once he comes back.”
>Ooooh~! You can use this to your advantage.
“It’s been over a month since he said this, right?”
>”Mmhm!”
“And you’re sure he’ll remain faithful to this oath?”
>”Yeah! He’s cool, why wouldn’t he?”
“I don’t know, Rainbow Dash. Can you tell me why he would leave all of his “friends” on a moment’s notice? Why he would just leave us for some braggart, egotistical mare?”
>”Uhhh, bits? Besides, he’s probably just going through some weird personal crisis or something. No big deal.”
“But what if he likes it travelling with Trixie? What if he LIKES Trixie?!”
>Rainbow Dash bursts into a giggle fit.
>”PUH-LEEZE! Nop0ny can stand that mare!”
“According to Anonymous’ letter, he can.”
>Rainbow Dash stops giggling.
>”W-Well… He’s coming back! And I’m not joining you’re insane little club.
>You want to argue that point, but it’s completely true.
>”Yeah, forget this. I’m outta here. I need to get back to work, anyway.”
“Yes, just remember what I said, Rainbow Dash.”
>She mutters, “Whatever” as she flitters out the front door, leaving it wide open!
>That mare is going to give everyp0ny a cold!
>You walk to the door and close it behind her.
>”What… What if he likes Trixie.” Pinkie’s voice rings from behind.
>You turn on her.
“Pinkie Pie! You don’t actually believe he-“
>”No! But… I’m thinking…”
>She rubs her temples furiously.
>You shrug at Twilight who only shrugs back.
>”Aha! I know! I know! I don’t know if Anon likes Trixie, but I know who does!”
>”So? What does that have to do with anything?”
“Twilight is right. That’s sort of… irrelevant.”

>”Guuuuuuys! What does Trixie like the most?”
>You and Twilight say, “Herself.” Simultaneously.
>”Right!” Pinkie begins clapping furiously. “Heeeehehehehe! This will be so perfect!”
>She gasps.
>”I have to great ready! Gotta catch Anon before he leaves Baltimare!”
“Wait, Pinkie-“
>She immediately darts off with enough speed to create 20 sonic booms.
>And she ruined your hair. Phenomenal.
>You magic out a brush and begin fixing this mess.
>It’s now just you and Twilight, and she’s looking at you funny.
“Er… Is there something wrong, dear?”
>”Rarity, why do you want him back so much? Didn’t you kick him out of your home? I thought you would be a little happy he’s doing exactly what you wanted him to do.”
“Me! What about you?! If I recall correctly, you kicked him out first! I-“
>”Trixie. He’s making Trixie successful, even if only a little. I don’t like it.”
>Well… That was awfully blunt of her.
>”Rarity… I appreciate the help, and you showing us this letter tells us that you’re behind all of this, but I can’t figure out your motive.”
“Hmph! Do I really need an ulterior motive for wanting my friend to come back home?”
>You do have one, but your point stands.
>”No… But… Nevermind. Pinkie apparently has some sort of ridiculous plan. Unless you have an idea, we’re waiting on her.”
“… Twilight?”
>”Yes?”
“I don’t think Pinkie Pie said she’d be coming back for us…”

>You are Anonymous.
>Holy shit, things are really, really bad.
>You and Trixie have no money, no food, and you’re fresh out of luck.
>You’ve been in in Baltimare for a couple day and the two of you have had no success.
>Everyone is probably a little lost, so let’s recap.
>After leaving Hoofington, you and Trixie began to travel to Baltimare, a much larger but less industrialized city.
>It was a very long trip. You expected hell every minute of it, but you keep selling Trixie short.
>She wasn’t perfect. You always found her looming around you. She would correct you when you did nothing wrong. She would ask questions she already knew the answer to. She would try way too hard to strike up some sort of conversation with you.
>But it’s better than what it used to be. She’d tell you to do something and you’d say, “Nah.”
>Then it turned to a weird kind of cooperation after that night Trixie snuck into your room.
>Weird, but for the better.
>You got a little sidetracked there. Anyway, you and traveled halfway across Equestria to Baltimare, only making an occasional stop for mini shows in small villages.
>Those shows didn’t generate much income, but you never expected them to.  The goal was to have a small extra handful of bits once you arrived in Baltimare.
>And that’s what you had. The first day and night in Baltimare were one of the best of your life. You had spare cash to burn, bitches to fuck, and legends to be created.
>[spoiler]okay maybe you just spent a little money to go to a nice restaurant and enjoy a good meal.[/spoiler]

>You’re not sure what Trixie spent that day doing, but she came back looking very… clean. Probably some sort of spa day.
>She spent rest of the night fishing for compliments though. Holy shit that was annoying.
>You caved in and told her that her hair looks nice. That’s it. That’s all you said.
>After that she would swish it around every god damn minute.
>Even now when she’s pacing back and forth, she’ll woosh it back constantly.
>Look! She did it again!
>Back to the recap.
>The following day the two of you went to work. Putting up posters, spreading the news word of mouth, finding the PERFECT location. All leading up to one amazing show.
>And the crowd was huge. By that evening, a crowd bigger than the one in Hoofington arrived.
>This was big. If Trixie could bring in as many bits as she did in Hoofington, it would be a sign, of sorts.
>If that kind of profit could be brought in through every major show, things would move a lot faster than you had originally planned. Canterlot in two years. Easy.
>Trixie’s show started off well. It wasn’t as good as the one in Hoofington, but it wasn’t bad by any means.
>Then ponies slowly started leaving. You wanted to grab them and make them have fun. But you couldn’t.
>It snowballed after that. More and more ponies just began leaving.
>Trixie started getting desperate. She reverted back to her old ways of challenging other ponies.
>She placed herself on a pedestal that didn’t exist.
>You tried gesturing at her to knock it off, but she didn’t see you.
>”Hmph! Trixie doesn’t care for this stupid city anyway! A stupid city for stupid ponies!”

>Those words were the final nail in the coffin. Instead of leaving because of boredom, all the ponies began leaving for being insulted by Trixie. Some even threw trash at her.
>You had enough at this point. You walked up to the stage so Trixie would see you, and yelled at her to cut it. There was no saving this one.
>”Hey?!” You heard from behind you. “Aren’t you that human?!”
>You heard some other ponies get excited over you, but your attention was elsewhere. As soon as Trixie hopped off the stage, you helped piece the wagon back together.
>Ponies actually started coming back as word of your presence began to spread. You almost told Trixie to get back to performing, but they’re interested in you, not her.
>You and Trixie retreated back into the wagon much to the disappointment of the small gathering of ponies remaining.
>And here you are now. You lean against the wall next to the door while Trixie paces around the room, both frustrated and confused.
>It’s been 10 minutes now. Neither of you have said anything. The only noises to be heard are you biting on your nails, Trixie’s hoofsteps, and the quiet mummers of the ponies outside.
>But something needs to be said and the first thing you think of is,
“What the hell was that?”
>Trixie stops her pacing and shoots you a very irritated look.
>”You’re BLAMING Trixie for this?!”
“What?”
>You worded that so wrong.
“No! It’s just... I don’t understand what happened out there.”
>”Trixie put on a magnificent show! She did nothing to deserve that!”
“You challenged the ponies again. I told you not to do that, it ruins everything.”
>Trixie flinches a bit.
>”You’re… You’re not mad at Trixie, are you?”

>You sigh.
“I’m disappointed that you did it again, but I’m mostly frustrated with what happened out there.”
>”Hmph!” She finally stops pacing and sits on her rump, facing you.
>She also swishes her hair around again.
>”While Trixie may be GREAT and POWERFUL, even some shows are a complete debacle.”
“You’re telling me that this is a common thing? That entire crowds will just get up and leave because they’re bored?”
>”Trixie…” She takes a deep breath. “Trixie has never experienced one that terrible, but that is correct. Unicorn audineces can be difficult to impress, at times.”
“Great, so this was just a dud? We just got unlucky?”
>Trixie slowly nods with a stoic expression on her face.
>”Trixie is not happy with it either. This is exactly why Trrrrixie,” A cabinet opens up as her horn lights up with magic. A large bottle of whisky floats out a moment later. “Restocked her supply.”
“Ugh, mind if I have a gla-“
>You hear a knocking at the door. You push yourself off the wall and open the door.
>A giddy looking stallion stands below you, backed by several other ponies.
>”Uhhh… Hi! You’re that… human thing, right?”
>”Ask it if it knows Luna.”
>”Can you come out to play?”
>”Five fingers on one hand?! That’s crazy!”
>You close the door and let out a frustrating sigh.
“There’s no way you’re not sharing that.”
>You turn to Trixie.
>She looks deep in thought.
>Then she slowly looks up at you with wide eyes.
>The bottle of Whisky floats back into the cabinet.
“Hey I thought we were going to drink that.”
>She’s silent for a few seconds, and then she speaks up.
>”Trixie… Trixie has a plan.”
>Then a mischievous grin flashes across her face.
>”How well do you trust Trixie?”

“This is dumb. I hate it.”
>”Yes, yes. You’ve already told Trixie.”
>It was the morning following Trixie’s performance. She told you nothing of her, “Brilliant scheme” but she was up at sunrise to put it in motion.
>She left the wagon before you even had a chance to wake and returned just as you were getting up.
>With two stuffed saddlebags.
>”Whaddya got?” You asked oh-so ignorantly.
>She opened one up to reveal…
>Paint.
>She got paint.
>You questioned her about it as she removed several small cans of it from the sack.
>She only responded by stopping for a moment, looking at you, and stifling a giggle.
>Once unpacked, she told you to sit down.
>You obliged as she began to speak.
>”What if The Great and Powerful Trixie said she was giving you, Anonymous, a once in a lifetime opportunity to perform with her on Trixie’s very own stage!” She had said.
>You guffawed at the idea. You told her it was terrible and you had nothing to bring to the table
>”An audience.” She said. “You will bring those obsessive ponies from last night. They will eat up anything you do, even if it is nothing!”
>While that may be true, it was a serious stretch.
>Then she said something you couldn’t disagree with.
>”It’s worth a try.”
>If it’s for bits, it’s always worth a try.
>Reluctantly, you agreed.

>What Trixie didn’t explain was the paint.
>Before you knew it, you were stripped down to your boxers and getting covered in purple paint.
>Yeah. You should have asked about the paint before agreeing to this.
>”You’re going to ruin those.”
“What?”
>You were too busy brooding to pay attention.
>”Those… Clothes. Paint doesn’t come off clothes.”
“I’ll sacrifice them.”
>”You wouldn’t rather just take them off?”
>Ugh, Rarity was the only pony who understood the sigma of wearing clothes.
“Well I could do that but you’d have to leave.”
>”And why is that?”
>She slaps more cold purple pain onto your back.
“I’m not comfortable with you seeing what’s under them.”
>She backs off a little, looking slightly worried.
>”… What are you hiding under there?”
“Reproductive organs and a butt. You have them too. Now please, drop it.”
>”Oh.” She relaxes from the anti-climactic reveal of your butt info. Then grin grows on her face.
>You feel the magical energy surround your undergarments. Your arms immediately dart downward, but she’s too fast.
>The boxers are pulled down to your knees before you catch them and quickly pull them back up, but Trixie got a good god damn look at your full moon.
>You wheel around and snatch the paint brush out of her magical grip.
“Out!”
>She is snickering like a teenage girl. Your reaction was exactly what she had hoped for.
>”You’re… So embarrassed over nothing!”
“Out!”
>”Very well then!” she says through her fit. “Just don’t forget to paint the little stars and crescents.” She taps the two other cans of paint.
>You cannot fathom the amounts of mad you’re experiencing right now as Trixie exits the wagon laughing.
>To hell with Trixie and to hell with this paint!

“There, done!” You say as you paint the last star on your chest.
>Hot damn, you look like you jumped right out of Trixie’s cape.
>You walk to the nearest mirror and flex.
>Aww yeah, now THIS is magic!
“You’d fuck me? I’d fuck-“
>The door swings open.
“BWWAH!”
>”Are you done yet?”
>Fuck! Trixie picked the WORST time to check up on you.
“Give me a minute!”
>”Well hurry up! The audience is getting impatient!”
>You cannot wat hard enough.
“… Audience?”
>You follow her outside.
>It’s not even noon. Why would there be an audience?
>You clutch your chest once you see what she’s talking about.
>A crowd only half the size of the one last night is there to greet you.
>”Whoa! Is that what it looks like!”
>”No way! It has pink skin! Faaaaake!”
>Trixie steps in before that comment spreads like wildfire.
>”Oh, it is the real monster from another world! It even has the ability to camouflage itself into the environment, and he has taken a liking to Trixie’s cape.”
>The crowd lets out a small laughter. You just glare at Trixie.
>”Trixie hopes you all understand how difficult and… expensive it is to take care of this one, and she wishes for you to truly enjoy the show we’re about to put on!”
“Show? Er… Trixie?”
>She rocks a head over to you and gives you an annoyed stare.
>You lean in close to whisper,
“I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do.”
>”Nothing, Trixie will handle this.” She whispers back before focusing on the crowd again. “Trixie will prepare for this marvelous show! While you wait, feel free to ask our little human and question he desires!”
>Uh oh.

>”Are you into stallions?”
>That…
>That was the first question.
>You can feel Trixie trying not to bust a gut behind you.
“No.”
>”Awww…”
>”How well do you know the princess?”
>The princess? How did they know-… Oooooooh. Right. She mentioned you in the paper…
“Pretty well I guess… We talked a lot when I first arrived in Equestria. After she determined me fit for integrating into Pony society, she sent me to Ponyville. I just recently left to travel with Trixie.”
>”What’s you’re cutie mark? Is it something embarrassing that you need to cover up?”
“Nope! Humans don’t have cutie marks. Next question?”
>A little filly near the front waved her hoof while others barked pointless questions at you.
“Hmmmm, you.” You point at the filly.
>”Uhm… How do you know what you’re supposed to be if you don’t have a cutie mark?”
“That’s a tough one. To be honest, not a lot of humans know what they’re supposed to do in life. Where does their cog go in the machine, you know?”
>The ponies seem enamoured with your totally dope human philosophy.
“It’s a thing we’re supposed to figure out on our own, and most humans won’t ever find what they’re really looking for. All that really matters in the end is-“
>Trixie teleports directly in front of you.
>”Trixie is sorry to inform you that out little human is all out of time for Q&A, as the show is starting!”

“Trixie, hold on-“
>FUCKFUCKFUCK THERE’S THAT HORRIBLE SUCKING SENSATION!
>You suddenly find yourself onstage, struggling to keep your footing.
>It’s been too long since you’ve felt a teleport.
>After your head stops spinning, you notice the… thing in front of you.
>You don’t know what in the world it is. It’s just a big box on four wheels. All painted in Trixie’s color scheme of course.
>The small crowd shifts from the side of the wagon to the front of the stage.
>”Watch and be amazed!” Trixie shouts.
>She lifts the lid off the box.
>Wait.
>Wait, you know this trick.
>Except there’s no little guy in the other side of the box, it’s all empty.
>”There’s a little known fact about humans! They can split their body in two halves and repair it without any repercussions!”
>It takes every shred of willpower not to run off the stage screaming.
>”Now, I will ask my human to climb into this box!”
>She looks at you and gestures towards the box.
“… Am I going to come out okay?” You say quietly.
>She gives you a nod.
>Okay… Trixie wouldn’t off you, would she? No, she isn’t that kind of mare.
>But you’re still spooked to the core.
>You nervously climb into the box. The rough plywood pokes small splinters into you as you slide your body down.

>The lid slams close. Only your head and feet are sticking out now.
>Trixie magics a very large and jagged looking handsaw out of thin air.
>”Watch as the human sustains grievous injuries that would fatally wound anyp0ny and prepare to be astonished at his remarkable pain tolerance!”
>You close your eyes. Whatever Trixie is about to do, you don’t want to see it.
>The sound of blade grinding wood begins to echo over the crowd. They are dead silent now.
>Trixie saws away slowly, building tension. Suspense. She has these ponies gripped.
>It’s all going perfectly. Trixie has the entire crowd by the ass. You’re doing everything you’re supposed to do. Nothing can go wrong here. Absolutely nothing. Right?
>”ANON! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
>Wrong wrong wrong so fucking wrong.
>A pink blur darts out from behind the crowd and leaps onstage.
>”How dare you hurt my friend!”
“Pinkie Pie?!”
>She leaps onto Trixie. She then slaps Trixie like a little girl while Trixie demands Pinkie gets off her.
>”Pinkie Piiiieee!” You hear a dreadfully familiar nasally voice come from the crowd.
>”That’s not what the G&PT was doing! It was a MAJEEK trick!”
>”Yeaah!” And that deep, slower than molasses in January voice.
>Two colts push themselves up on stage.
>Oh fuck everything.
>Not these two.