The Wizard of Ponyville Chapter 2

Chapter 1: http://pastebin.com/rgtRjUPC
>Day The Wizard of Ponyville: Chapter 2 in Equestria.
>”Trixie, what happened between you and Twilight?”
>She turns to you.
>”Nothing happened between us.”
“You can tell me. It’s obvious that you two have history.”
>She furrows her brow.
>Choosing her words.
>”The princess doesn’t appreciate The Great and Powerful Trixie’s stage presence.”
“You mean she is jealous of you?”
>Trixie frowns at this.
>”Trixie has that effect on ponies. They are jealous of her powers.”
>It’s true that Trixie is more powerful than many unicorns.
>Most can only levitate and manipulate objects.
>Some can perform minor magic, like yourself.
>A select few are limited only by their thirst for knowledge.
”So, Twilight is just jealous of you?”
>”Everypony wishes they were as talented as Trixie.”
>She gets up and starts trotting away.
“So who is more powerful? You or Twilight?”
>She doesn’t turn to face you.
>”There are many ways to measure strength, Anon.”
>You try not to scoff, but you aren’t able to stop yourself in time.
>It’s clear that this line of conversation bothers her.
>You imagine Trixie is at the bottom of the top tier.
>Obviously she has the ability to perform vast array of spells, but she wastes her talent on parlor tricks.
”Is Twilight more powerful than you?” You press.
>Trixie ignores your question.
>”Our break is over.”
>You stand up and dust off your pants.
>Hopefully you don’t have any grass stains.
”Alright.”
>There are three targets in front of you.
>”Show Trixie that you have mastered your lessons so far.”
>She knows you can do it, but she wants to see good form.
>You get into position as she showed you.
>Your right arm extends and you build up your energy.
>After a moment you turn your wrist clockwise and a small flame appears.
>It looks almost like a pilot light.
>Your wrist turns counter clockwise and you grab the spark to build it up.
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>You slowly pull the clawed hand toward yourself.
>You can feel the heat of the blaze growing.
>The fire engulfs your hand, but it no longer burns you.
>You’ve learned how to control it.
>Swiftly your arm shoots forward and the ball of energy flies toward one of the silhouettes.
>The target erupts in flame.
>And now for the easy part.
>You slowly move your left hand from right to left.
>The open hand makes a slight arc in the air, and the fire quickly dies.
>You look to your teacher and she gives you the slightest nod.
>”That was…” she looks for the right word, “acceptable.”
>It’s the closest thing to praise you have ever received from her.
“Thanks, I guess.”
>”Now it’s time to learn some defensive magic.”
>She magics over two pieces of fabric and shows them to you.
>They look like pony sized cloaks.
>”Since Trixie knows you will fail, she will provide you with a protective garment. Which do you prefer?”
>One is purple and looks much like her own, except tattered.
>It was probably her old cape.
>The other is red with what looks like a meteor shower.
>Both have her cutie mark.
“Those look a bit small for me.”
>Trixie gives you a look like you just insulted her entire family.
>”Trixie didn’t realize that humans were so picky.”
>She moves the red one toward you.
>It shimmers slightly as you take it.
>A moment later you put it on.
>The cape is thin, and only covers your torso.
>You give her a disappointed look.
>She also frowns.
>”It doesn’t suit you… Trixie supposes we can go to Canterlot and purchase something your size.”
“It’s fine for now. Let’s just continue.”
>Trixie nods.
>”You can block magic with either hoof, but for now we will practice with your left.”
>She raises her left foreleg.
>”The easiest way is to time a canceling motion with the magical impact.”
>She demonstrates a canceling movement.
>“This only works against simple spells.”
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>Her hoof moves in a slow arcing counterclockwise movement.
>”The next way is to deflect the attack.”
>She creates a ball of light with her right hoof, and tosses it to the side with her left.
>Trixie repeats this several times in various directions.
>”This works against most magic. Finally you can shield yourself.”
>She stands on her hind legs.
>Her forelegs are at her sides.
>You can feel her building up energy.
>”Trixie will need you to throw several fireballs at her to demonstrate this technique.”
>She crosses her forelegs.
>A blueish hexagonal grid shimmers in front of her.
>Trixie holds it in place with her crossed arms.
“Are you sure?”
>”Ha. Trixie’s defences can never be shattered by somepony as weak as you.”
>You’re going to prove her wrong.
>You repeat the fire motion as before.
>A stream of flame flows from your hand and slams into her force field.
>It easily dissipates against the shield.
>Trixie cancels the defense, but keeps her left foreleg up.
>”Again.”
>You repeat your assault.
>She easily flicks the flame aside.
>”One more time.”
>You hold your arm in place longer than usual.
>She waits in anticipation.
>When the energy becomes unbearable you launch it at her.
>As the fire leaves your hand she starts an arcing motion.
>The flames cancel before they reach her.
>Trixie smirks at you.
>”Now you try.”
>You get into position.
>”Remember to start canceling as soon as you see the attack.”
”I’m ready.”
>She throws a slow energy ball to your right.
>You easily cancel it.
>She repeats this to your left.
>Again you cancel it in flight.
>”Not bad. Let’s try something a little faster.”
>She throws a fireball at you and you cancel it just before it burns you.
>You flick of your cape off in celebration.
“I won’t need this.”
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>Trixie raises an eyebrow.
>She’s intrigued.
>”Let’s see if you can back that up.”
>She moves her hoof in an unfamiliar motion.
>You can do this.
>Remember to breathe.
>Lightning!
“FUCK!”
>You drop on the grass and convulse.
>You can feel every nerve ending screaming in pain.
>Trixie takes her place over you.
>”That’s why we wear protection, Anon.”
>Thankfully Trixie cancelled the buzzing before it did any real damage.
>Still it takes about half an hour for the ringing in your ears to go away.
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>You find your teacher lounging on your couch.
“Trixie?”
>She looks up at you.
“When can we go to Canterlot to pick up a cloak for me?”
>Trixie sits up.
>”We don’t actually need to do that. The Quill and Sofa store should have some to choose from.”
“I thought they only sold two things.”
>”You don’t honestly believe that that’s all they sell… do you?”
>You shrug.
“I’ve never been inside.”
>”They sell forbidden objects from where ponies fear tread.”
“That’s bad.”
>”It will save you a trip to Canterlot.”
“That’s good.”
>”But everything is overpriced…”
“…”
>”That’s bad.”
“Can we go now?”
>”Sure. Trixie wouldn’t want you to purchase something garish.”
>She gets up from the couch and trots to the door.
>You follow behind.
>According to your mail it’s supposed to rain in a few days.
>Right now the sky is clear.
>”Tell Trixie more about the source of your powers.”
"There really isn't much to it. I just... never got around to dating girls. After college it was even harder to meet girls so I kind of gave up."
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>Trixie looks at you.
>"You never even tried?"
"I did... a few times. When you're in your mid-twenties girls expect you to have the whole social thing figured out."
>"So you did date then?"
"It was always more like hanging out. Anyway I read on the internet that if you save yourself until you are thirty that you get magical powers."
>She furrows her brow.
>"What's the internet?"
>How do you explain that to a pony?
"It's kind of like a portal. You can meet and discuss anything with others."
>You both continue walking.
>"But how does virginity cause humans to become magical?"
"I don't know. It was probably just a joke... but I guess anything can happen here."
>You can tell Trixie doesn't understand.
"What about you? Why did you become a travelling magician?"
>"Trixie doesn't talk about that."
> She starts trotting faster.
"Com’n, I just told you my story. Yours can't be that bad."
>”Who said Trixie has a sad story? The Great and Powerful Trixie has always had an amazing and outstanding life."
>You can tell she is lying, but you decide not to pursue it.
>Maybe one day she will open up to you.
>Trust is a hard bridge to build.
>"Hi, Anon."
>You turn to the voice.
>"Hello, Twilight."
>She looks at your teacher.
>"I see your friend is still here. Isn't her cart fixed yet?"
>Your teacher sneers at her.
>"Trixie's cart is fixed, but she has decided to stay in this quaint and simple town for a little longer.”
>Twilight turns to you.
>”Well I guess it doesn’t matter. It’s not like you would do anything with her when you can have a princess instead.”
>Twilight tries to look sexy, but it’s not working.
>She should read up on how to attract men.
“Twilight, we went over this already.”
>”You just haven’t given me a chance, Anon. I’m sure you would like it.”
>Trixie pushes Twilight.
>”This human belongs to Trixie.”
”You’re not helping.”
>”Oh?” Twilight smiles. “So you have been lying to me. You can be with ponies.”
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>Her eyes dart back and forth as if she is making thought connections.
“We’re not dating.”
>”Then you won’t mind going out with me tonight.”
>She magics over a pamphlet.
>It’s a menu.
>”You will be there at seven. I wouldn’t want your friend to get hurt if you don’t show up.”
>Shit just got real.
>”Are you threatening Trix-!?”
>You put a hand on your teacher to quiet her.
>This could quickly get ugly.
“Fine. I’ll be there.”
>”Great.” She winks at you. “I’ll see you soon.”
>She blinks away.
>Probably back to her Treebary.
>As soon as she goes Trixe pushes your hand away.
>”How dare you silence the Great and Powerful Trixie!?”
“Give it a rest. I probably just saved you.”
>”Hmmph. Trixie needs no help from a human.”
>She is starting to get on your nerves.
>But she is the only unicorn willing to teach you.
>You try not to sound condescending, but you can’t help it.
“Trixie, let’s be honest here. You and I both know that Princess Twilight is one of the most powerful ponies in the world. Right?”
>You nod your head in an exaggerated fashion.
>”Right,” she concedes.
”Now wouldn’t it make more sense to fight her at a time and place of our choosing?”
>Trixie opens her mouth to contradict you, but thinks better of it.
>”Right.”
”Good. Now we’re both on the same page.”
>Trixie pouts but doesn’t say anything else.
>She probably isn’t used to being put in her place.
>You two continue walking in silence.
>A few minutes later you arrive at the Quill and Sofa store.
>Just as the sign said, it’s full of pens and couches.
>”Can I help you find something?” The shopkeeper asks.
“Yeah, I’m looking for a defensive cloak.”
>He smiles.
>”But all we have is what you see here. Might in interest you in a futon?”
>”He knows about the back room.” Trixie answers.
>The salesman frowns.
>”Is he…?”
>”Yes, he has the gift.”
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>He walks to the door and puts on the back in 15 minutes sign.
>The owner then locks the door.
>”Follow me.”
>You follow him past the employees only door and you see a small office and what looks like a loading dock.
>”You will have to forgive me. It’s forbidden for an earth pony to have so many magical objects.”
>He turns to a wall, and it shimmers and disappears.
>He motions you to follow.
>Inside is a small room filled with boxes.
>You can feel the energy radiating from them.
>”A cloak? We don’t have a good selection in your size.”
>He pulls out a box and shows you the contents.
>You grab the one on top and try it on.
>A small mirror sho -
>”Black and red?” Trixie asks. “You’re not a demon.”
“Yeah… But it kind of goes with my suit.”
>Trixie looks unimpressed.
>You take the next one out.
>It’s purple with thick gold stitching.
>Trixie shrugs.
>”It’s alright.”
>The next one is brown, and has black clasps.
>You kind of like this one.
>The last cloak is dark blue, with a small golden thunderbolt on the chest.
>You examine the fabric, and it shimmers like Trixie’s coat.
>You do a little turn for your teacher.
“I think this is the one.”
>”An excellent choice, sir.”
>”Hold on,” Trixie says.
>She takes a corner of the fabric and examines it.
>Her horn glows slightly, but you don’t see anything happen.
>”It’s not bad,” she says finally.
>”And it’s a bargain at only six hundred and thirty nine bits,” the owner adds.
>”We could get something like this for five hundred and fifty bits in Canterlot.”
>”How many ponies would sell to a… uh… well a non-unicorn?”
>”He’s a unicorn in here.” Trixie points to her heart.
>The owner clears his throat.
>”Well… I guess I can give a new customer discount.”
“Great. Do you take checks?”
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>A few hours later at your house.
>”It actually looks pretty good on you.”
“Was that a complement?”
>”Once in a while even you can get something right. Don’t get used to it.”
“I think you’re finally starting to get a soft spot for me.”
>She looks away.
>”A teacher should be proud of her students.”
“That’s good enough for now. I should probably get going.”
>”Already?”
”I don’t think Twilight appreciates tardiness.”
>”Trixie should go with you… just to make sure you’re safe,” she quickly adds.
”Like a chaperone?”
>”Yes. Exactly.”
>She smiles weakly.
>If you didn’t know better you would think she is getting jealous.
>Your relationship with her is based on money.
>She trains you, and you provide bits.
>Occasionally she sleeps on your couch.
>She claims it's because she is tired of sleeping in her cart.
>That and you have running water.
"That would only make things... I just don't think its a good idea."
>"Trixie will make sure she doesn't even notice."
>Her horn glows and she disappears.
>Your sensitivity to magic has improved though.
>You can make out a shimmer here and there.
>If you can see it, then any magic user would detect it easily.
"I can still see you."
>The magic drops and Trixie appears annoyed.
>"Then Trixie will use a disguise."
>A flash of light blinds you momentarily.
>You see a young earth pony with a chestnut coat and a dark brown mane.
"Where's your cutie mark?"
>She looks back.
>"Trixie was just making sure you were paying attention."
>An art pallet appears on her flank.
"Can you turn into any pony?"
>Another flash of light and Princess Cadence appears.
>"See, The Great and Powerful Princess Cadence can do anything!"
>Her voice is a dead giveaway.
“No. Twilight wouldn’t try anything in a crowded restaurant. It’ll be better if you stay here.”
>”Fine, but don’t come crying back to Trixie.”
>She returns to her normal form.
“I won’t.”

End Chap 2
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