Trix of the Trade - Chapter 5

>You are Trixie.
>The GREAT AND POWERFUL Trixie.
>What’s that?
>You aren’t shifting attention away from the main character.
>Because you are the main character!
>Trixie always is!
>Where were you?
>Ah, yes!
>You are THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE!
>Last night you proved that not even The Element of Magic could best you!
>And you have yet to meet the pony who looks more beautiful that you.
>Although… This mirror in front of you does come close.
>You know what made it look better? That stupid, dumb tiara that you won FAIR AND SQUARE from Twilight Sparkle last night.
>But that snooty little Rarity HAD to take it.
>You strut awkwardly around the room.
>’I’m Rarity! I’m a fat, mean fashionista who owes all her fame to some ape from another planet or something.’
>Gah! The nerve of that pony.
>You’d do a perfect imitation of her out loud but your guest from last night is having… attachment issues.
>The big stupid red stallion lays curled up by the door. He looks like he’s been crying for hours.
“Ugh, Trixie lost count of how many times she’s demanded that you leave. Begone!”
>”B-b-b-but Ah thought we had somethin’ special. You’re my special schmoopy-woopy doopy pretty pony after all.”
>Dear Celestia.
>”Right?”
>Wrong. Seriously, buck it.
>You magically toss the large stallion out the wagon door and slam it shut.
>You lock it only moments before he starts banging on the door.
>Sheesh, go find a marefriend.
>You drown out his howls of anguish with thoughts of yourself and how GREAT and POWERFUL you were last night.
>Yes, running into that human was the best thing that’s happened to you in a while.
>If things go the way you want, you’ll be swimming in bits soon enough.
>Last night’s show was a sign of things to come, that’s for sure.
>And with all the bits you made last night, you can catch up on a few payments for this wagon.
>…
>Nah, they won’t take action until you miss the next month’s payment.
>You notice the cries of… Big Apple or whatever his name is have stopped.
>You can finally concentrate on what’s important right now.
>Which is…
>Waiting for that stupid Human.
>You know he’s going to accept your offer. He’s too easy to manipulate.
>You just need to wait.
>…
>…
>Celestia damnit, this is impossible.

>You are Anonymous.
>And you have always been Anonymous. Probably. You may have been someone else in a previous life or something. You’re not too good with matters of the existential kind.
>It’s been an hour and a half since Trixie offered you a job. In that time you’ve been looking for reasons to stay in Ponyville.
>And you followed through on your self-promise to visit Lyra in hopes that she would give you a good one.
>Instead, your pants are half undone, your fingers are soaked in saliva, and your opinion on Unicorns has been further perverted.
>The way she claimed that you fingers were her muse almost made you hit the road, with or without Trixie.
>So here you are, standing in the middle of the road, wiping your hands on your fresh-ish pair of jeans.
>The road is nearly deserted. A pony painting his door trim here. A foal playing with a ball there.
>Just an average day in Ponyville, a town populated by strong, magical, flying horses.
>It finally occurs to you how boring it is in Ponyville.
>Shit, maybe you should go with Trixie. Not for the money but for the adventure.
>A pink blur seemingly comes out of nowhere and presses it’s face against yours.
>”WHAT?!”
“AAH!”
>AAH!
>”AAH!”
>AAH!
“AAH!”
>”WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!”
“PINKIE!”
>”Pie!”
>This fuckin’ mare.
“Pinkie… Pie. Yes, Pinkie Pie. What?”
>”What?”
“Yes. What.”
>”What about what?”
>You throw your hands up in defeat and turn to walk away.
>”Wait! I wanted to talk to you about something”
“About what?”
>”Not about what. About where you’re going!”
>Oh my god.
”To… I don’t know.”
>”Then why don’t you stay?!”
“Right here?”
>”Yes! Well, here in Ponyville!”
>Oh. Ooooooh. God damn you’re slow.
“I dunno, it’s just kind of boring.”
>Pinkie Pie gasps. Tears begin to well up in her eyes.
>”Do you think…” *sniff* “I’m boring?!”
>Dude. You fucked up.
“No! I… You’re great! You-“
>You’re rudely interrupted by your growling stomach.
>Any sign of Pinkie’s tears have seem to evaporated.
>”Anonymous, are you leaving Ponyville because you’re hungry?”
“Pinkie Pie, that’s silly.”
>A small chuckle escapes from your throat. It WAS silly.
>You begin remembering how Pinkie Pie livened up… everything! She always put a smile on your fa-Oh, are we going somewhere?
>Pinkie jerked you, literally and figuratively, out of your little nostalgia trip.
“Where are we going?”
>”Breakfast! You’re hungry!”
“But Pinkie, those aren’t places!” You say playfully.
>She giggles in response.
>Your adventure with Pinkie through Ponyville attracted attention. Not negative attention, other ponies were laughing alongside with the two of you.
>The two of you eventually reach Sugarcube Corner. Who would have guessed?
>As you enter you see something that warms your heart.
>A small shelf next to the counter that carries ‘Ditzy’s Delecious Muffins’
>You constantly pushed the Cakes to invest in Ditzy’s amazing muffins. They warmed up to the idea quickly but Pinkie wouldn’t allow it.
>But it looks like Mr. Cake finally grew a pair and realized he’s the boss.
>And Ditzy now spends her days doing what she loves. Which is baking muffins!
>”Hey! What are you looking at?!”
>Heh, Pinkie was still a little upset over the whole muffin thing.
“Nothing.”
>”Good!” She turns back into her normal self. “Take a seat and I’ll cook something up nice and tasty just for you.”
“Uhh…”
>”On the house!”
>Free meal? Sounds good.
>Pinkie returns with a mountain of pancakes only minutes later.
>You’re tempted to go, well, Pinkie Pie on the pancakes but you opt to take them one at time.
>Pinkie joins you shortly, taking the pancakes 3 at a time and taking them in one bite.
>”Sho, why rr ou leafin?”
>Pinkie spits bits of food at you as she tries to talk.
“Excuse me?”
>She swallows, the food creating a large lump in her throat as it travels down to her abdomen.
>”Why are you leaving?”
“Who told you I was leaving?”
>”Fluttershy! She said a really mean Unicorn is going to steal you away from us but I think she was just exaggerating.”
>Flutterrapist. Ah yes, both her and Applejack were a little more touchy-feely with you than most other ponies. Applejack has grown out of her urges but Fluttershy…
>You get chills just thinking about her.
>She disappears for a few days at a time and then…
>She strikes!
>The first attempts were pathetic. Humorous even.
>But she got craftier.
>Only Applejack and Rarity know of her actions.
>Neither of them did a damn thing. Rarity only ignored her a little and stopped going to spa dates with her. Applejack actually worked with her for a bit.
>Most stressful two weeks of your life, ever.
>”Look there she is now!”
>Oh
>SHIT

>Indeed, you see a sliver of her pink mane just outside the front window.
>You turn back to Pinkie Pie to tell her you need to go.
>But she’s gone.
>You look back to where Fluttershy was hiding.
>And Pinkie is right there.
>Talking to her.
>Then they both look at you.
>You seriously consider running away at this point.
>But, you’re going to give Fluttershy the benefit of the doubt here.
>And being under the watchful eye of the public will help.
>Pinkie and Fluttershy enter the building.
>Fluttershy isn’t wearing her usual innocent smile.
>And she’s certainly not giving you the look she gives you when she catches you alone.
>No. Fluttershy bears a look of guilt and sadness.
>Pinkie’s mood was the inverse of hers, hopping alongside Fluttershy as they walked to the table.
>Pinkie Pie retakes her seat across from you while Fluttershy sat a next to you. Uncomfortably close.
>She mumbles something you fail to understand.
>You ignore her, finishing off another pancake.
>She pokes your side and repeats herself. A little louder but you still can’t understand her.
>”What are you sorry about, Fluttershy?”
>Did Pinkie seriously understand Fluttershy?
>Eh, it’s Pinkie being Pinkie.
>”Oh… Um.” Fluttershy is beet red. “Just… Something I did to Anonymous.”
>Fluttershy quickly tries to change the subject.
>”Anonymous, is it true you’re leaving Ponyville?”
“I’m not quite sure. I have until noon to decide.”
>”Oh. That’s in two hours. If you do leave, maybe we could do something before you go. You know, alone.”
>Did Fluttershy make a pass at you with Pinkie sitting right there, eating the rest of…
>Fuck, she finished off the pancakes while you weren’t looking.
>Well now you’re even more frustrated.
“Shit like that is what’s making me consider leaving.”
>”Aah! I-I’m sorry. I’ll stop for today if you stay!”
>”Stop what?”
“Nothing.”
>”Okay! So Anon, why would you even want to leave? You have everything you could ever want!”
“Really now? Why don’t you tell me everything I could ever want.”
>Your tone is a little harsher than you’d like it to be. But, Pinkie DID just finish the rest of the pancakes. What a huge jerk!
>Pinkie didn’t seem to notice.
>”Well, you have a home-“
“Nope, gettin’ evicted.”
>”What?”
>You and Pinkie ignore Fluttershy again.
>”Erm… You live in Ponyville, the bestest, most fun place in the world!”
>You raise your eyebrow in response.
>”And… And… Friends! You have lots of friends!”
>Do you?
>Yeah, you get along with a lot of ponies in town. But they don’t feel like an anchor to Ponyville.
>Pinkie Pie and Rarity were the only ones that felt like true friends.
>Rarity’s actions are the reason you’re even considering leaving.
>And Pinkie Pie just finished off the Pancakes.
>Fluttershy poked your side again.
>”Why are you getting evicted?”
“Oh. I guess Rarity just doesn’t want me around anymore.”
>Pinkie Pie spits out her drink. She wasn’t drinking anything.
>”I thought she was going to ask you to be her special somepony!”
“Yup! Me too. Turns out she just wants to fuck a bunch of dudes and I’m not invited to the party.”
>Fluttershy squeaks.
“I was half-joking.”
>Pinkie’s ear perk up
>”So you were invited to the party!?”
>You can’t tell if she’s being serious or not.
>”But, that’s really unsusal… Rarity always puts the needs of her friends before her own.”
>Before you can reflect upon what Fluttershy said, the door to Sugarcube Corner flies open.

>You are THE GREAT AND POWERFUL Trixie.
>After an hour long self-debate on whether you should wear your hat and cape into town or not, you finally came to a conclusion…
>And yes, you did decide to wear them. Was there ever any doubt? The cape hides these ugly saddlebags well, anyway.
>You exit your wagon and make your way into town.
>You originally planned on avoiding the people during the day so you wouldn’t be swarmed with fans but the human seemed unsure about your offer.
>Perhaps you could sweeten the deal.
>He would be allowed to brush you mane every so often.
>And maybe your tail. Once.
>You can’t go to the boutique, though. It would come off as desperate.
>And, although you want to deny it, you NEED somepony like that human. You’ll admit you’re not very GREAT AND POWERFUL when it comes to money management or marketing.
>Actually, forget that. You’d be pretty good at it. Great, even! You could probably be the best if you could spare the time.
>Alas, you cannot. Which is why you need the human. Somepony who knows how to handle money. Somepony who knows how to really spread word about anything.
>You began passing ponies as you got closer to the town market. Some gently waved as you passed by, the others just ignored you.
>What is wrong with them, don’t they know who you are!? They should be in awe at your presence! They should… should…
>It’s okay, Trixie. Calm down. This is what you wanted, not too much attention.
>No you DON’T want that, it’s just what’s best for you right now.
>A few more ponies recognize you as you enter the market district.
>Again, mostly kind waves. Some congratulate on your show but you’re still disappointed in the lack of worship.
>Do you exercise humility? Of course not!
>After a sufficient amount of boasting, you begin doing a little shopping on the side. You tried to spread your purchases all over the market, hoping to see or hear anything about Anonymous.
>You attempt to sort through what the ponies around are saying, looking for any mention of the human.
>It's impossible. Right now, it is. If you took some time out of your busy schedule to learn espionage, you'd probably be really good at it.
>Fed up with it, you concentrate on getting what you need.
>Most of the stall workers give you a good discount. Probably because you’re so GREAT.
>One of them… Oh, she was driving you mad.
“10 bits for 5 Apples?! Are you insane?”
>”Ah don’ think so. 2 bits per Apple. Yer gettin’ 5 Apples so that’ll be 10 bits. Yeup, sounds bout right.”
“But those prices are outrageous! Trixie demands a discount!”
>”Well Applejack aint givin’ ya one! Ya’ll pay the same everyp0ny else does.”
“Fine! Trixie will just take her business elsewhere!”
>”Fine by me, Ah sure as shoot don’ want it.”
>You turn to leave this stubborn mule when you hear a gut wrenching sob in the distance.
>You’d recognize that deep voice anywhere.
>”Aaaaa-ha-ha-happlejaaack”
>Uh-oh. Big Red has returned.
>He hug-tackles the Apple Mare.
>”Gosh darnit, Big Mac. What’re ya doin’? Wait, why you cryin’?
>The mare gets to her feet, blushing a little from this extremely embarrassing situation.
>”Ah thought Ah f-f-finally got my special somep-p-pony but she didn’ feel the same waaaaay!”
>You roll your eyes. This stallion makes for some good evening entertainment but he has serious emotional issues, it seems.
>”Ah’m sorry ta hear that Big Mac but you know Cheerilee don’ feel-“
>”Naw, it wasn’t her it was… my schoopy woopy doopy driggy draggy shiggy shaggy diggy doggy doo-“
>He finally notices you.
>”Her!” He attempts to dive on you but he faceplants right into your magic bubble.
>”Her?! She aint nothin’ but a mule!”
>Oh… You’ll get yours, tan mare. You’ll get yours.
>”Naw, she’s the most-“
“Give it a break, you big buffoon! You were nothing other than a little evening entertainment for Trixie.”
>You put some extra emphasis on ‘little’. His ego must be in shatters at this point.
>”What did ya say bout my brother?”
>Little Apple or whatever her name was is staring daggers at you.
“Oh, nothing. I just gave him a little ‘aftershow,’ last night. I think he may have enjoyed it a little too much.”
>Give her a little wink to top it off. Aaaaand…
-
>You are Anonymous.
>”HIDE TRIXIE! QUICKLY, HIDE HER NOW!”
>Trixie has just burst into Sugarcube Corner, nearly out of breath.
>Everyone continues to sit still in their seat, keeping their eyes locked on her.
>You hear shouting from somewhere outside Sugarcube Corner.
>Trixie looks to where the voices came from. The expression of fear on her face nearly doubled.
>She frantically darts her eyes between the customers of Sugarcube Corner until her eyes meet yours.
>Awwwwwww here it goes!
>Trixie scrambles towards you, sliding under the table and latching on to your leg.
>It was a wonderful mix of funny and cute.
>”Where is she?!”
>Applejack’s voice rang out as she entered the building.
>”Right here!” Pinkie Pie pointed under the table.
>God damnit.
>Applejack slowly walked up to the table. Her hoofsteps were heavy, as was her breathing. She gave Trixie a murderous glare as she approached.
>”Git out.”
>”Trixie will not!”
>”Anon, move outta the way.”
>”Don’t listen to her! She’s out for Trixie’s blood!”
“What happened?”
>”My brother is really hurtin’ an’ it’s all her fault!”
>Trixie pokes her head out from behind your legs.
>”Trixie is at no fault fo-AAH!”
>Applejack quickly spun around and bucked the spot where Trixie’s head was a moment ago, the impact on the floor nearly made your knees buckle.
>”You’re insane!”
>”Anon, Ah told ya ta move!”
>This is getting ridiculous.
>You feel Trixie’s grip disappear from your ankle with a small pop. You’re about to let out a sigh of relief until you hear another pop and a large mass emerges onto your back.
>A pair of hooves wraps around your shoulders.
>”Keep her away! Be Trixie’s shield!”
>Pinkie Pie takes the opportunity to hop onto your back as well.
>You’re about to collapse from the weight.
>”Woohoo!”
>”Who are you?!”
“PinkiePiewhatthefuck?! Trixie!”
>”What?!”
“Magic! Now!”
>You hear a hoof lightly connect with a forehead before you feel the familiar sucking sensation.
>The scenery around you changes instantly. You’ve been teleported just outside Sugarcube Corner. You’re not out of the shit yet!
>”Run!”
>”Mush!”
>You bolt off in a random direction as fast as you can, which is pretty slow with two mares clinging onto your back.
>You already hear Applejack’s hooves hitting the ground behind you.
>You’re fucked.


>You’re running.
>With two adult mares clinging on to your back.
>Away from another one.
>Who is very
>VERY
>Angry
>She breaks through obstacles you dodged just moments earlier.
>Her hoofsteps shake the ground.
>As you said; you’re fucked.
>That’s not even the worst part. The noise being generated from the mares on your back could crack the windows in Canterlot form here.
>Trixie barks orders into your ear while Pinkie giggles and cheers.
>”LEFTLEFTGOLEFT!”
>You decipher her words and react just as a rope whips by your head only to see it reeled back behind you.
>”Wheee! Is this a rodeo!?” *Gasp* “Are we supposed to be the crazy bull?”
>At least Pinkie is having fun.
>”WHERE DID SHE GET A LASSO? WAIT, GO RIGHT! RIGHT!”
>Nope! Pinkie Pie has started yanking on your ears.
>”Ride ‘em, Cowmare! Wheeeee!”
>You’re inclined move in whatever direction she wants and right now she wants to move up.
>You can’t go up for obvious reasons so your legs decide to stop working properly instead.
>You awkwardly stumble a bit before falling to the ground face-first.
>You feel the two mares tumble off your back and land somewhere in front of you.
>Pinkie Pie waste no time getting into a giggling fit. That Pinkie is always on top of things.
>You hear the familiar sounds of Applejack’s lasso whizz by your head once more. Trixie’s terrified screams echoed it.
>You finally lift your head off the ground. You see Trixie bound by Applejack’s lasso and being dragged towards her while Pinkie Pie hops around Trixie.
>Trixie grabs onto your arm, still screaming.
>You try to tell her to use magic again but you somehow didn’t notice all the dirt in your mouth until now.
>Judging by the familiar brief vacuum sensation, she understood your muffled give.
>You push yourself to your haunches and turn to Trixie, who is still clinging onto your arm.
“…”
>OH! You still have all this dirt and shit in your mouth.
>You turn the other way and start trying to purge your system without vomiting.
>It’s not easy.
>Trixie composes herself while you expel the muck from your mouth.
>After a few minutes of hacking and choking, you finally find your voice again.
>But, holy shit you need a drink.
>”Hey, are you okay?” While Trixie’s voice retained most of its snootiness, you noticed a hint of concern in it.
>You bring your head back up and soak in the new surroundings. You were in a small alley somewhere on the outer rim of Ponyville. If you’re right about your exact whereabouts, you’re a good distance from Applejack.
“Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine.”
>”Good! Trixie is going to need her newest hireling in excellent condition!”
>And there’s the Trixie we all know and lo-what the fuck did she just say?
“Excuse me but, Hireling?”
>”After you see what Trixie have to offer, she has no doubt about your future employment.”
>She winks at you. You know a thing or two about mares and you know you don’t like any kind of winking.
>Trixie removes her hat, reaches a hoof in, and takes out a hair brush.
>Does she just keep it in there or is her hat some sort of infinite storage device?
>Oh man, you’d like to get an infinite hat storage one d-
>… Why did Trixie put this brush in your hand?
“Why did you put this brush in my hand?”
>She responds by sitting down next to you and flicking her mane in your face.
>Wait.
>No way. Is she…
“You’re kidding me?”
>”Hm?” She looks genuinely surprised.
“You don’t actually think… I’m not going… Haha, oh wow.”
>You toss the brush to the side.
>”H-Hey!” Trixie magically catches the brush before it hits the ground. “This is very… expensive.”
>She falters a little bit at the end there.
>WhatEVER, it’s not like it’ll ever come up again.
>Trixie sighs as she places the brush back into her hat.
>”Should Trixie assume you have yet to make a decision, then?”
“You assume correctly.”
>”NO!” A familiar soft, but unusually commanding voice comes from outside the alley, towards Ponyville.
>You turn and see an angry Fluttershy. How she found the two of you is beyond you.
>”It’s not fair! I’m getting so close to having you all to myself! You can’t just leave now!”
>She glares at Trixie.
>”I won’t let her take you away.” She said with a coldness that could freeze hell. Twice.
>You feel Trixie’s hoof slip around your neck. You know where this is going; Trixie REALLY likes to egg ponies on.
>”It must be frustrating knowing one attractive mare can sweep the stallion of your dreams off his feet. Don’t worry, Trixie will take good care-“
>You forcefully shove her off.
“Not now, Trixie.”
>You turn back to Fluttershy.
“Fluttershy, this whole… thing you’re doing really needs to stop. It’s exhausting to deal with Flutterapist twice a week, you know?”
>She flinches at the little nickname.
“I’m… I might be leaving today. I want to leave on good terms with my friends, so far that hasn’t really been happening.”
>Tears begin to well up in Fluttershy’s eyes.
“So can we just be friends, Fluttershy?”
>You nervously extend a hand to Fluttershy’s head.
>She bats it away once you get close.
>”No!”
>Oh shOOF!
>Fluttershy tackles you, successfully pinning your arms and legs before you can squirm out from under her.
>She’s never been able to do that before ohshitohshitohshit.
>She starts tearing at your shirt like a dog.
>Aha! But, you have a rescue pony right here!
>You rotate your head backwards to see Trixie looking at the two of you with a really weird frown.
>Wait.
>Upside down. That’s a smile.
“Could you…?”
>”Hmmm… Trixie is unsure. Maybe she should leave the two lovers alone.”
>Oh FUCK YOU TRIXIE!
>Fluttershy stops her delicate work to kindly ask Trixie to…
>”GO AWAY!”
>Trixie nearly falls on her ass from the sheer ferocity of Fluttershy’s voice.
>But, she persists.
>”Very well. Trixie wishes to leave Ponyville a little early, anyway. It’s far too dull and too many crazy ponies live here.”
>Trixie don’t you dare walk away. Trixie. TRIXIE!
>Oh shit, she rounded the corner. She’s seriously abandoning you.
“TRIX-“
>You’re rudely interrupted by Fluttershy’s mouth upon yours. It hardly qualifies as a kiss, it’s more like a really long, awkward face-bump.
>Trixie is back in an instant with the biggest shit-eating grin.
>”Did somep0ny call Trixie’s name?”
>You jerk your head to the left to get Fluttershy off of it.
“We need to talk!”
>”About what, exactly?”
“My-“
>Fluttershy goes in for another face smoosh thing but Trixie blocks her with a hoof.
>”Go on.”
“My… future employment.”
>Yup, there’s the teleport again. It’s pretty cool how you’re already used to the sensation.
>The immediate change in scenery is something you have yet to get used to, though.
>The sudden sensation of Fluttershy’s weight on your joints disappearing was a little too weird for you.
>Okay, where are you now? Outskirts of Ponyville? Trixie’s wagon? Got it.
>”Ahem.”
>You turn to Trixie. She looks very… victorious.
>”Shall we stop by the boutique before we set off?”
>You won’t let her victory be too sweet.
“Hey, I said we’d talk about this.”
>Hah! Check mate!
>…
>Why is that fucking grin still getting bigger!?

>”Very well, let Trixie and you talk.”
>Oh my god she will make sentences clunky as shit just so she can say her own name.
>”What exactly happened back there?”
“Uhh… Fluttershy tried to… Um.”
>”Mmhmmm. Is this a common occurrence?”
“…Somewhat.”
>”And about the tan pony? Is she always so aggressive?”
“She’s normally not like that.”
>”Normally? Oh, do elaborate.”
“Well…”
>This is none of her business, you have no reason to tell her this stuff.
“There was this one point in time where… Can we just talk about my possible employment?”
>”Trixie is getting to that. Go on.”
“I’d really rather not. Can you just make your point?”
>”Hmph! Very well. You have a decision to make. Join The Great and Powerful Trixie on her travels all over Equestria! Or…”
>She gives you an evil little grin.
>”Stay in this backwater mudhole with no bits and all the bestial, depraved mares you could ever want.”
>You almost want to chastise her for being so right.
“Uuuugghh.”
>You lay down onto the grass, rubbing your and temples in a steady rhythm.
>Why does she have to make so much fucking sense?
>You stay quiet for a while. You hear Trixie doing something but… whatever.
>”Two weeks.”
>You move your hands away from your face.
“What?”
>”Give Trixie two weeks, she’ll show you everything you need to see.”
>You sit up. Trixie has pulled a large paper out of somewhere, probably her hat, and can’t tear her eyes away from it.
“You mean you’re going to stay here?”
>”Ha! Absolutely not!” Her horn lights up in magic, the thing you suspect is either a calendar or a map is gently levitated to you.
>As Trixie sets it down in front of you, you immediately recognize it as a map of Equestria.
>”Trixie is going to Appleoosa next and it’s a 6 day trip with little delay. That gives Trixie one day to prepare and another to perform before she returns to the central providences.”
“Wait, you were serious about the Appleoosa thing? “
>”Trixie is aware of its low population and… unruly citizens. But, this will be a test.”
“A test?”
>”A test. Trixie needs to see how you perform with ponies you’re unfamiliar with.”
>Oh shit, how are you supposed to do that? Convincing a small families of Unicorns took all your charismatic expertise and one expensive dinner but… an entire town? It wouldn’t be easy.
>You know what? You’re down for a good challenge with a little adventure thrown into the mix.
“Trixie I can’t believe I’m about to say this…”
>Trixie’s eyes are twinkling at this point. Victory must be so, so sweet.
“I will accompany you to Appleoosa. This doesn’t mean I’ve accepted, I just want to see what I’m going to be dealing with.”
>Trixie looks like she’s about to squeal in delight.
>Deep breath in…
>And…
>”Trixie leaves soon. Go get what you need from your residence, Trixie will bring the wagon to you once she’s ready.”
>Oh.
>You were expecting something much more delightful.

>…One rain jacket, one hoodie, and all the boxer briefs you own.
>That ought to do it.
>…
>You don’t have room for all of this.
>Perhaps you could ask Rarity if you could borrow one of her suitcases. She already has a million or two.
>Would she be okay with that? Would she be okay with all of this?
>You should really tell her about this.
>But, she’s scary!
>No she isn’t.
>Well… sometimes she is.
>Oh man, the first time you saw her with a facial mask was… Oh man.
>Jesus Christ how horrifying.
>You decide you should. It would be terrible of you not to do so.
>You exit your small room and make you way to Rarity’s workshop.
>Just outside, you hear the sounds of her sewing machine. She said she would be working all day and you believed it.
>You try knocking.
>No response.
>Once more…
>Nothing.
>You attempt to open the door but it’s locked.
>You try knocking once more knowing she wouldn’t answer.
>…
>Yup, no answer.
>You sigh like a bitch and get back to packing.

>You stand just outside of Carusel Boutique as Trixie pulls up in her wagon.
>You thought she would have to attach it to a harness and pull it herself but she sits on top, holding onto the reigns.
>The reigns that are attached to somewhere below the wagon.
>It’s magic, she ain’t gotta explain shit.
>”Is that everything?” Trixie gestures to your single suitcase. You had to sacrifice a few things but you have the essentials.
>You nod in response.
>”Excellent, now get up here so Trixie can teach you how to use this. You’re going to be driving, a lot.
>You sigh. This is already turning out shitty.
>You toss your suitcase on top and climb up.
>Trixie slips the black reigns over your hands.
>Then it hits you.
>You’re going to leave Ponyville for 2 weeks.
>Everyone who cares for you will have no idea where you are.
>You’re the worst, Anon.
>Trixie gives you a quick rundown of how to steer the stupid wagon before she retreats back into the wagon through some sort of hatch on top.
>Your heart sinks as you pass the last few buildings. You look back, hoping to see Rarity chasing the wagon, crying her eyes out. Or Pinkie P-
>Wait, you do see Pinkie Pie on the side of the road.
>Look at that, she looks positively heartbroken.
>Great job, Anon. You made Pinkie cry.
>This trip is off to a great start.


>You are now Rarity.
>It’s late, you’re tired, and all you want to do is rest.
>But, you still made this wonderful dinner just for Anonymous. Caesar Salad with crushed Cashews, his favorite!
>So you waited.
>And waited.
>And waited.
>He never came.
>He’s gone. You didn’t think he would go but he’s actually gone.
>This was not supposed to happen.
>You had plans. He had a future. You were positively sure the push you gave him would be perfect.
>Then that insufferable Trixie came along.
>Oh, you remember how she acted during her first performance.
>You remember what she did to you.
>You remember what she did to your friends.
>And she was no different this morning. Worse, even.
>How could Anonymous abandon all of Ponyville for her? How could he abandon you for her?
>…
>This needs to be corrected. You won’t allow this, not at all.
>You eat your own portion of dinner, wanting to waste as little as possible, and leave your home.
>But not before putting on a purple and white silk scarf. It is a little chilly tonight.
>Not to mention, it looks marvelous on you.
>It’s a beautiful night. Full moon, cloudless, perfect.
>Anonymous loved nights like this.
>You let out a soft sigh before moving on.
>You walk along the Ponyville moonlit roads until you reach the edge of town.
>You continue along a dirt path, reaching your destination soon enough.
>You stand on a porch in front of a large sturdy red door.
>You hear something dreadful inside, perhaps a blubbering Manticore.
>You ignore it as you give the door a gentle knock.
>A familiar orange mare answers moments later
“Applejaaack~, just the mare I wanted to see!”