Trixie&Anon Stories: Part 4

>be Anon
>You wake up.
>Covered head to toe in sweat.
>Shouldn't have fallen asleep in your suit again.

>The smell of alcohol hits your nose.
>Well, alcohol, tears, and sweat.
>Anon's Favourite Combo™.

>You sit upright on your bed.
>The early bright sunlight reflects off of every single thing it can, filling the room with silvery tones.
>Dust particles dancing around you, narrowly missing your eyes.
>You blink.

>Working on autopilot, you find the bottle on the floor and take another swig.
>You're gonna turn into a slav with this much vodka in you.
>But you don't really care.
>Might as well be happy with your shitty life.

>You go past your wimpy table and set the wine bottle on it.

>You see a half-eaten PB&J.
>It's weeks old, but still looks just as shit as when it was fresh.

>You feel like that sentence could describe your whole life.
>Yesterday you thought that something amazing was gonna happen, though you don't exactly remember what that thing was.
>But today you still sense the amazing thing.
>And you know you're gonna love it.

>Sandwich in hand, you walk over to your balcony.
>Open the door.
>Take in the air around you.
>Have a good look at the morning London.
>And take a bite of your BLT.
>The fresh lettuce fills you up with energy.
>The crispy bacon makes you not regret living.

>But you know what would make your life just that bit better.
>You turn around to take your bottle.

>Then you remember why you were so happy in these last couple weeks.
>The portal to Equestria, glimmering in the sunlight with its bare metal and unshielded wires, stands there, ready for you to go through.
>A great ring, just big enough for you to fit in, designed to close after a spike in power consumption.
>How did you achieve that?
>Just got a cheap power bar. It'll die after a single peak of high voltage going through it.


>You throw all the stuff you have in your hands and jump towards it.
>You visually examine all the loose wires you might've left when you got hammered while working yesterday.

>Everything looks fine.
>You try touching the metal, your fingers anticipating the cold feel of aluminium.
>But you only hear a ringing sound and the sound of your nerves dying off.

>Your hands are tied.
>Your forehead is bleeding.

>And you don't have your diary with you in such a moment.
"Well fuck me."

>TrixAnon Stories: Part 4.

>Your eyes at this point are wide open, but you still can't make anything out.
>Everything's a blurry mess.

>You do hear a voice, though. Someone crying right behind you.
>You try turning your head.
>And only see a part of a light-blue mane.
>A couple more degrees, and your head would've snapped out of your neck.

"Trix?"
>The sobbing stops.
>"Anon!"
>You've never thought you'd be so relieved to hear this voice again.

>Though you feel like you'll have more problems than just Trixie crying very soon.
>A shadowy figure moves inside the darkness, and you can only see a pair of amber eyes shining brightly, staring directly at you.

>Only now you realise how the spotlight above only has you two lit up, albeit very dimly.
>Tied to two chairs opposite of each other.

>Then, everything changes.
>A microphone feedback sound rings through the hall.

>Get ready, Anon.
>It's performance time.

>"MARES AND GENTLECOLTS OF CANTERLOT!"
>The hall rustles with voices.
>"THE ROYAL CANTERLOT HALL IS PROUD TO FINALLY PRESENT TO YOU THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRRRIXIE!"
>The other lights come online, and the audience on hundreds of pairs of eyes finally sees you.
>All silent, waiting for you two to become conscious.

>"W-what?"
>Trixie's just confused as you are.

>You whisper to her.
"Trix, do you know what to do?"
>"Not yet, Anon. Give me some time."
"They're waiting!"
>"I need some time to get into character."

>You need to buy her some time.
>Gathering up all your might, you yell as loudly as you can into the mist of eyes.
"HELLO, PONIES! WELCOME TO OUR SHOW!"
>The soundwaves from your mouth disappear into the darkness.

>The audience stays almost silent, with a couple voices ringing out here and there.

"AS YOU MOST PROBABLY KNOW, I'M TRIXIE'S AMAZING ASSISTANT, ANONYMOUS!"
>You really need to train yourself to work without feedback.
>'Cause these ponies will not give out a single noise.
"CAN'T TRUST ANNOUNCERS TO GET EVERYTHING RIGHT THESE DAYS, YOU KNOW?"
>Right, now you need to figure out what to do.
>What seems like hours pass while you sit there, awkwardly staring at the crowd.
>Oh yeah, the chair.
"AND AS YOU SEE, WE ARE IN NOT THE MOST COMFORTABLE SITUATION TO PERFORM RIGHT NOW."
>You hear a loud popping sound.
>A poof of magic right in the back of your head gives out what Trixie's been planning.



>be Silver Dust.

>Mom finally gave into your begging and got you a ticket to Trixie's show!
>This isn't the first time she's been to Canterlot with a show, but it is the first time seeing her for you.

>And it's also the first time you've been to the Hall by yourself.

>You've been hearing tons and tons about her amazing performances back in school, it seems like every other colt's already been here at least once.
>Whatever, you'll enjoy yourself today.

>Looks like Trixie's found a new way to introduce her this time!
>Tied up to a chair with her new assistant.
>You so wanna see how she gets out of the situation.



>You've been staring at the scene for so long now that your eyes are starting to hurt.
>You blink.

>A puff of smoke pops onto the scene, reflecting the spotlights across the Hall, spreading their light in waves through the crowd.

>Aw horseshoes, you missed it.

>You hear the Hall release its famous Roar of Voices upon the scene, covering it with a wind of soundwaves.
>"Welcome to the show, ponies!"
>The roar loudens, as if the manticore that produced it just got even bigger.
>Trixie sure does know how to get the crowd going.

>Her signature circus-like music starts playing, almost deafening you with its tingly-high piano chords.
>She taps her hoof on the floor, and her weird-looking assistant gets untied.

>"I can't believe Trixie's been able to get Anon the Amazing onto the show!"
>There's a mature-enough-looking earth filly sitting next to you.
>You glance over at her.

>All of the bright lights illuminate her soft-looking pale yellow coat, making it look almost golden.
>Her green-ish mane shined by itself, it seems like.

"Oh, did something happen to them?"
>You always get anxious about replying to ponies in environments like this.
>She might've said that to someone sitting next to her on the other side.

>"Oh, didn't you hear? Their carriage broke on the way from Fillydelphia to Ponyville!"

>She still seemed captivated with the show, while you didn't even pay attention to it.

"That's awful."
>You awkwardly stop looking in the filly's direction and go back to the watching the show.

>Though…
>You glance over to your right one last time.

>She's looking at you.
>Ooh poo.
>"It's your first time here, isn't it."
>She said, raising an eyebrow and smirking.

>What's that even supposed to mean?
>S-so what if you're here for the first time!...

>"Don't worry, it's my first time alone here too."
>You unknowingly let out a sigh of relief.
>She giggles.

>"Wanna go for milkshakes after the show?"
>Oh.

>...

>Tartarus yes.
"Sure, why not."

>Her eyes light up brighter than Trixie's fireworks, and her smile blurs your eyes stronger than Anon's Blinding Storm spell.
>The filly scoots over on her seat to be closer to you.
>This night is going even better than you expected.

>"Now lets watch the show."

>...

>An hour and a half later you feel not only the filly's warmth beside you, but everypony else's.
>The Hall was never famous for it's big entrances and exits, so ponies had to rub sides to get out in numbers of at least two at a time.
>While you were standing in line to the exit, you noticed another pony going onto the scene.
>She said something to Anon.
>He immediately ran off to somewhere behind the curtains.

>You were left pondering where he'd gone.
>The pony on the stage was left alone with Trixie.

>You'd never seen a anypony like her before.
>Dark green coat, ash-grey sometimes curly, sometimes straight mane and tail…
>You couldn't see the cutie mark from that angle, but you were pretty sure she didn't have one, despite being a fully grown-up mare.

>You feel a bump from behind.
>And go out into the darkness.

>The opening seemingly pushed you through into the vacuum of the night, cloaking you in cold and dry autumn air.

>You stood at the bottom of the staircase, waiting for the filly to catch up.
>Oh, yeah, you never actually got her name.

>You see her gracefully hopping down the wide steps.
>"Thanks for waiting for me, umm…"
"Silver Dust."
>"Yeah, Silver Dust."
"And you are?..."
>"Little League."
>Only now you notice the little baseball on her flank.
>You've heard all sorts of things about sportsfillies from colts at school.
>Doubly excited for the night now.


>be Anon
>Phew!

>You're finally done with the Canterlot show.
>You feel as if the whole planet just fell off your shoulders.
>And the best part is that you have a whole month before the next one.

>...

>You and Trixie are now sitting on the edge of the stage, looking at happy ponies cramming into the small opening they call the exit door.
>"See, Anon? You should've expected only the best from Trixie!"

>You sigh.
"I know I should've believed in you, Trixie."
>You feel her smile shining through you.
"Just didn't know if you could handle the stress."
>You clench up, anticipating the blast.

>"You know what?"
>Huh?
>"I wouldn't have handled it if you weren't around."
>Huh?
>"Thanks, Anon."
>Uh, what.

"Um."
>"I'll count that as "You're welcome" for the last time."
>She snickers.

>You force out a chuckle too, why not.
>The two of you calm down once again, waiting for everypony else to get out.
>But one of them isn't going towards the entrance.
>The greenish pony.
>Her amber eyes shine, staring directly at you.
>Is she a mare or a filly?
>You cannot decide.
>She doesn't even have a cutie mark.
>You wipe sweat from your brow.
>Why are you sweating?
>And then, the world dies for a moment.

>You hear a familiar voice.
>"Hey, Anon! Didn't you forget something?"
>The pony smirks.
>Forget what?
>You let out a sound you don't even know how to describe.
>Trixie doesn't seem to notice anything.

>"Alright, I'll put it in your room, since you've been a good boy."
>Her at least somewhat neutral expression turns into a piercing stare only you could've pulled off.
>"Now go get it."
>The pony disappears into thin air.

>You rush off to wherever.
>"Anon? What?"
>The Great and Powerful Trixie, left in the dust behind you, was really confused.
>You find a room labeled "Anon" in the hallway behind the curtains.

>You turn the knob.
>You slowly (or so you think) open the door.
>...
>There's nothing in the room apart from a leather-bound book.
>You take a step inside.
>Sit down on the cold wooden floor.
>And touch the book.

>The memories come to you.
>A wave rushes over you, drowns you, and leaves you hyperventilating and now lying on your back, feeling the grain of the warm maple planks beneath you.

>What?...

>What the fuck happened in Canterlot?
>Sewers?
>Ghouls?

>You just… Forgot about it?

>Well, shit.
>Must be a magic thing.

>Speaking of magic.
>You pick up the book and unbuckle the little leather belt.

>Knock knock
>Oh, Trixie is here.
>Did everyone leave already?
>You could swear you sat down here just a minute ago.
>KNOCK KNOCK!
>What even was the book, again?
>"ANON!"
>Oh, right.
"Yeah, yeah, wait, wait, wait."
>Your legs are going to kill you...

>You open the cute little door to see the blue pony without her hat and cape, and seemingly very, very anxious about something.

>"Anon! Somepony took everything from my room!"
>She glances past you, eyeing the emptiness of the room behind you.
>"And as I can see yours wasn't spared too."
"I don't even remember if anything was here in the first place."

>"What do you mean?"
>The blue horse stares into your eyes.
>You stare back.
>Trixie turns around and runs off to somewhere.
>You open the book and automatically turn the pages to the last one with anything written on it.

"Ponyville, Equestria, Week 10, 7:29 A.M.
The transformation procedure went great! Didn't even have to teach myself hoofwriting.
Doc said that I'd continue transforming for a while before everything's finished, but I feel fine right now. Guess it happens overnights or something. I really dig the new colours, too. The green has always suited me, I think.

New life, here I go."

>What.
>The green horse stares into your eyes.
>You stare back.
>She turns around and runs off to somewhere.

>You stand there, dumbstruck, complete blankness in your head.
>What in Celestia's balls is going on?
>You try moving your legs.
>The stubborn hooves don't even budge a millimeter.
>You concentrate on your front legs and finally start moving.
>The clopping of your hooves on the heavy mahogany resonate and ricochet back into your ears, getting you out of the trance.

>You shake it off out of your head.
>Where's…
"Trixie?"
>You wait for an answer for a couple long seconds, not moving.
>The lights in the corridor start flickering.
>Are they even electric?
>You look around yourself for an exit out of this place.
>It stretches over, over, and over, and also over.
>Seems like the horizon actually hides even more of the same hallway.

>You glance over at the door to your room and dash into it, closing yourself off behind you.
>The room hasn't changed, unlike everything else in this place: the same armchair, fireplace and the TV above it.
>No light, though.
>You sit down on the chair.

>The TV turns on by itself, lighting up the room with flickery-cold tones.
>A familiar face appears on it.
>The brown horse guy appears to see you through the TV line, and he seems kinda worried.
>He speaks to you in his funny accent.
>"Anon? What happened?"
>The picture sounds like the connection is somewhat off.
>You won't bother to fix it, you can read it clearly.

>"Anon? Are you alive in there?"
>The connection interrupts.
>White noise.
>The noise sounds like some obscure music band your friends on Earth would show you.
>You kinda dig it, too.
>The flickering image imprints itself into your brain.
>"Anon."
>A strong female voice speaks through the discord.
>"I have a question for you."
"Yes, mom?"


>The noise clears up into black and white dots scattered about the screen in some pattern.
>The colours come in.
>A white pony face with some sort of pink, green and light blue hair.
>"When will you die?"

>W-what is that horse t-talking about?
>You won't die anytime soon, will you?
>You hope you won't.
>"Hoping won't help."

>You can't handle it anymore.
>They're fucking with your brain.
>THESE.
>PONIES.
>ARE.
>DEADASS.
>FUCKING YOUR GODDAMN BRAINS OUT WITH THEIR FOOTLONG HORSECOCKS.
"STOP IT!"

>"You know what I'm talking about, Whooves."
>What?
>"You know I've done plenty of things to you."
>Is she not talking to you?
>"Now it's time for you to repay, Doctor."

>You hear the static again.
>Mom vanishes from the screen.
>Was she blabbering about your Doctor?

>The noise fills your eardrums with bliss once again.
>You're having a very positive ASMR experience with this thing, and you hope that no other bullshit will interrupt it in the near future.
>And it probably won't, since you're falling asleep already.
>Too much stress, you know.

>Your heavy eyelids come together after a long breakup and a divorce case, where the top half almost took over everything the other half had.
>What a poor court system your body has.
>You'll sort that out later.
>Good thing that this chair is so comfy, 'cause right now all you need is some sleep.

>You finally close your eyes and catch up to your sleep schedule.