Trix of the Trade - Chapter 8

>You’re just about ready to leave Ponyville.
>You’re in Trixie’s wagon making sure the two of you are ready for the trip to Hoofington.
>With quill and checklist in hand, you check the food supply while Trixie just lies in the middle of the floor.
>And she keeps telling you…
>”Trixie is bored.”
“I know.”
>”Why are you taking so long?”
“To make sure we’re ready to go.”
>”You were so ecstatic to leave no less than an hour ago.”
“I still am.”
>”Why have we not left, yet?”
“We don’t want to starve on the way, do we?”
>”Maybe we wouldn’t if you didn’t eat so much.”
“Coming from the mare who just gorged on two trays of Lemon Bars.”
>”You did, too!”
“I had one little piece.”
>”One too many!”
>You roll your eyes.
>”Are you done yet?”
“No.”
>”Fine! Trixie is going to drive the cart while you waste time doing… that!”
“Alrighty, then. Have fun.”
>Trixie huffs, accepting her self-inflicted defeat.
>She then climbs the ladder to the top of the wagon and slams the hatch shut.
>You toss the quill and paper somewhere behind you.
>Fuck yeah, successful mission.
>You sit down at the table and kick your feet up on top of it.
>You nod off to sleep shortly after.

>Oh, what have you done!
>Your one hope! Ponyville’s one and only hope! Gone! Because of you!
>No… No! A good friend who you truly cared for!
>Rarity, you are SUCH a terrible fri-he-he-end.
>Where did you go wrong?
>Was it because you kindly asked him to move out?
>Was it the implication that you’d be seeing Stallions? Surely he doesn’t…
>He must! Oh, Rarity! You’ve been such a fool!
>”What are you doing?”
>Sweetie Belle pulls you out of the chaotic storm brewing inside your head.
“Umm, excuse me?”
>”You usually whine and cry a bunch when on that sofa but you’re just wiggling around a lot.”
>Sweetie Belle has seemed to calm down since this morning.
“Sweetie Belle, has Anonymous said anything to you?”
>”Not really.” She sits on her haunches and looks at her hooves. “We haven’t talked since he walked me to school…”
>You lean your head over the couch, getting a little closer to Sweetie Belle.
“And what do the two of you talk about?”
>”Weeeeellll…” She closes an eye and rubs her chin.
>”We talked about school and work and Ponyville and you and-“
>You?!
>You knew it!
>…
>Oh my. Rarity, what have you done?
>”-my toys and Spike and,”
“Sweetie Belle!”
>”What?”
“What did Anonymous say about me?”
>”Nothing, I think. I asked about… Something and he didn’t really have an answer.”
>Hahaha!~ Sweetie Belle must have asked Anonymous if he had feelings for you and he was probably too nervous to say anything.
>It makes perfect sense! Obviously he lied beforehand because he was so conflicted with his feelings!
>Sweetie Belle stops her rambling as you get off your couch.
>”What’re you doing?”
“I’m going to have a talk with Anonymous.”
>Sweetie Belle’s eyes widen.
>”Yaaaaaaaaaaay!”
>You only hope you can catch him before…

>He’s gone!
>The wagon! I-It’s gone!
>Perhaps they parked it elsewhere…
>No. The ponies in town were very specific. On the edge of Ponyville, next to the path to Sweet Apple Acres.
>You’ve searched up and down the dirt path but he isn’t here!
>He couldn’t have already left! He just couldn’t have!
>If only you could go to him and say, “Anonymous, I am aware that you have feelings for me, but I’m afraid we must remain… Good friends.”
>Drat, that won’t work.
>How do you tell him that you truly care for him but not in THAT way?
>Perhaps you could just avoid all his awkward advances and maybe he’ll accept his place as a friend?
>No, no, no. He’s persistent. Aggressive… So why has he not tried anything before?
>Tsk, a man’s heart is far more complicated than a Pony’s.
>You need the help of a pony who understands Anonymous more than you already do.
>Rainbow Dash and Anonymous are close.
>And Anonymous lived with Twilight for a while…
>Yes, you suppose it’s time to pay Twilight a visit. Celestia knows how long it’s been since you’ve talked to her.

>You are Anonymous.
>You’ve just woken up from a short nap. Due to the lack to clocks, you don’t know how long it was.
>You fiddle with some of the interesting trinkets along the walls of the room. Most remain still but a few spark to life as you get close. Magic or something, whatever.
>You quickly lose interest in the small collectables and turn your attention towards Trixie’s door.
>What mysteries lie beyond the door? Perhaps you will gain Trixie’s favor and she will allow you entry, one day.
>Or maybe you’ll just open the door right now and take a peek inside.
>Yeah. You do that.
>Hues of purple and blue blast your eyes.
>The smell of musk was masked by perfume.
>The hardwood floor transitioned to a soft purple shag carpet.
>What really caught your attention, and angered you, the most was the size of the room.
>It had to be three times the size of the main room. She didn’t use the space AT ALL.
>The room was nearly empty. Only a large bed was at the center of the far side of the room and a long desk off to the left.
>Trixie had a very sultry portrait of herself hanging above the bed. Figures.
>The desk is a subject of intrigue. On it are a record player, records, and many, many stacks of paper. Several crumpled up pieces of paper are thrown into the wastebin next to the desk.
>You observe the ceiling as you approach the desk. Several blue glowing star and moon shapes shine down on you, being the only light source in the room.
>You shuffle through a few records. You quickly realize that they’re all by the same artist. Sugarsong Lulamo-
>Oh. Where did gravity go?

>”Oh no…”
>That worried voice pulls you out of your comatose state.
>”It’s okay, Trixie will take care of you.”
>What? That doesn’t sound like the Trixie you know.
>”S-See! No scratches! You’re all going to be fine.”
>You open your eyes. You can’t see much but you know Trixie isn’t doting over you.
>You try to sit up but pain shoots through every nerve of your body as you do.
>Trixie finally notices you after you elicit an anguished grunt.
>”What were you doing in Trixie’s room?!”
“I’m NOT fine, by the way.”
>You hear her trotting over to you.
>”Trixie is quickly getting fed up with your whi-… Dear Celestia.”
>She stands over you, eyeing your lower body.
“What? What is it?”
>”Uh… One moment…”
>Her horn lights up as magic surrounds your body.
>You hear a spine chilling crack coming from somewhere below you.
>Then the feeling returns to your legs.
>Just for a split second, you feel an unimaginable pain. The only thing stopping you from fainting is how brief it all was.
>”Can you sit up?”
>You try to push yourself up once again. It still hurts but the pain is greatly dulled.
>You manage to get to your haunches, only wincing a little.
>You get a good look at the room around you and you realize that everything has been completely overturned. The flipped desk from before lay next to your legs and the bed is sprawled out across the floor.
>You look up to the purple shag carpet above you.
>And you’re sitting on a starry sky… This is the ceiling.

>”Are you okay?” She sounds genuinely worried.
“Yeah, fine. Trixie, what the hell happened?”
>She scoffs.
>”A big, stupid oaf of a Minotaur CHARGED the wagon! He looked like a fool with his little tie and mic,”
>You may have hit your head harder than you thought. You could have sworn she just said something about a Minotaur and ties or whatever…
>”And he sent Trixie flying through the air!” She did look a little scathed, herself.
“You alright?”
>”Trixie is fine. She just…” She sits on her haunches and positions her back left leg in a funny way.
>”Hurt her leg, is all.” She’s obviously faking it. You’ll humor her.
“It looks pretty bad. Is there something I can do?”
>Trixie puts on an over exaggerated sad face.
>”Carry Trixie out of here.”
>What.
“What.”
>What.
>”Trixie is injured. She spent precious magical energy healing your broken body and she’s too fatigued to move. You must be her hooves, today.”
>You roll your eyes as you get to your feet. You didn’t get a chance to look at the damage to your legs but it must have been awful, considering the bloodstains.
“… How bad was it?”
>”Bad.”
>You wiggle you left leg to give it a test. It feels like it’s sore rather than in pain. Trixie knows her healing magic.
“Thanks for the heal, by the way.”
>”Hmph. Healing magic is useless. It’s quiet, dull, and not a crowd pleaser.”
>You scoop her up in your arms. She looks surprised, as if you wouldn’t actually carry her for a bit for healing your legs.
>Oh man, she’s adorable with her legs folded up against her body like that. You can’t help but grin like an idiot.

>”What’s so funny?”
“Nothin’, it’s just funny how you think that healing magic is useless when it saved me.”
>She shifts uncomfortably in your arms.
“And thanks again. I mean it.”
>She knocks her hat forward so it just barely covers her face.
>”Trixie wouldn’t have spent so much time on you just so may be broken by a stroke of bad luck.”
>You take a large step over the threshold of Trixie’s room.
“”On you,”? So I’m a project, then?”
>”No. Just a handful.”
>You softly chuckle at her joke. You think it was a joke. Maybe.
>The main room is in far worse shape than Trixie’s room. It looks like a tornado came through here.
>Trixie sighs, soaking in the fact that her home has been destroyed.
“Ehhhh, don’t worry about it. We’ll have it all fixed up soon enough.”
>Whoa. Is that a genuine smile? On Trixie’s face?
>You dodge and weave through the debris as you walk to the front door.
>With Trixie in your arms, getting through the door is extremely awkward but you manage to get through after a couple attempts.
>When outside, you’re met by a familiar sight.
>This is Whitetail Woods. You’re about a 30 minute walk away from Ponyville, at most.
>That nap must have been really, really short.
“Should we go get help?”
>”Nonsense.” Trixie writes out of your grasp and lands gracefully on her four perfectly fine hooves.
>”You will rebuild it.”
“”You?” As in us or as in me?”
>”You, you.”
“Wonderful. And what will you be doing?”

>”Cleaning the inside.”
“That’s a great idea. Except the, you know,”
>You gesture to the turned over wagon.
>Trixie looks at it lazily, surrounds it and magic, and effortlessly flips it over.
>You can now easily determine where the Minotaur hit the wagon. Smack-dab in the middle. Damn thing must have been strong.
>”There. Now fix it.”
“I’m no handyman. I have no idea how to do that.”
>Trixie sighs.
>”So you’re useless?”
>You give her a deadpan stare. Seriously, where was the adorable Trixie from 2 minutes ago?
>”Very well…”
>She uses her magic on the wagon once more. Wood starts splintering together. Paint seems to stretch back over the surface. It’s a little disturbing to watch.
“Can you just do that to fix everything?”
>”Trixie doesn’t pay you to-“
>Rustling from the bushes behind stops her cold.
>You take a step towards the bush expecting to confront a Minotaur, but Trixie jumps in front of you, taking a defensive stance.
>The figure of a Pegasus emerges from the bush.
>Yellow mane…
>Pink hair…
>Holy shit.
>Trixie relaxes. You wish she didn’t.
>”Isn’t that the one who…”
“Yeah.”


>Fluttershy. She had found you.
>The tears welling in her eyes.
>Her heavy breathing.
>Her shaking body.
>All of it another trick.
>You’ve grown used to her little games of, “Oh poor me. I’m timid and harmless. Please comfort me while I slip a little poison into your drink and molest your unconscious body.”
>Sorry, Fluttershy. Not falling for it.
>Nope.
>Nuh-uh.
“Are you okay?”
>You fucking moron.
>”I-I’m… lost. But, um, I’ll go if you want.”
>Yes. Please go.
>You manage to stave off your sympathetic side as she turns back towards the bush.
>Trixie whispers to you, “Her wing looks damaged…”
>Does it? Oh, it does. A large stick is jammed right through it. It doesn’t look like it went through any flesh but it must be hindering her ability to fly.
“So?”
>Trixie shrugs it off. No skin off her back, you suppose.
>Maybe you and Trixie are a little more alike than you thought.
>…
“Fluttershy, wait…”
>She turns her head but avoids eye contact.
“Come here.”
>She turns around and slowly walks towards you. You meet her halfway.
>You kneel down.
“Does it hurt?”
>”… A little.
“Alright.”
>You place one hand on her shoulder.
“May I?”
>She nods.
>You gently grasp the stick lodged in her wing.
>You hardly have to move it to tell that this was placed in here on purpose.
>This doesn’t surprise you in the least.

“How did you get this in here, Fluttershy?”
>”I, um… Crashed into a tree.”
“Uh-huh…”
>You start yanking on the stick.
>Fluttershy lets out a small squeak of pain.
>Maybe if you’d relax the muscles in your wings… Ah! There it goes.
>Umm… That’s blood.
>Shit.
>Fluttershy starts to cry a little more.
“Oh no… No, no, no, no. Fluttershy I’m so sorry!”
>”I-I-It’s okay. *sniff* T-Thank you.”
“Can you fly?”
>“…I can try.”
>She begins to flap her wings. One works perfectly, slightly lifting her off the ground.
>The other one… not so much.
>She makes it a few feet into the air before falling straight on her face with a loud, “Oomph!”
>She pulls her mane over her face, probably to hide more crying.
>You pick her up from behind her wings and pull her to her feet.
“Okay no flying. Can you walk? Ponyville isn’t very far.”
>”I… I can try.”
>She takes one step and immediately collapses.
>You help Fluttershy up again.
>You swear you see a smirk flash across her face when do but it goes mostly unnoticed.

>You are THE GREAT AND POWERFUL Trixie!
>And you are not okay with what you’re witnessing.
>Not so long ago, she had assaulted him and tried to…  Eyuck. You internally retch at the thought.
>How could anypony even want that from him? He’s nice but that’s where the good qualities end.
>Okay those hands are pretty neat too. You’ve seen creatures with hands but nothing with FIVE fingers. Seriously, time was generous to his species.
>But aside from that, he’s intolerable.
>…
>And stupid.
>Where were you? Oh, right. How can he even LOOK at her for what she did? For what she’s done.
>And now he’s brushing her off and pulling twigs out of her hair!
>You have twigs in your hair, too!
>You are covered in filth! Why doesn’t he do something about it!
>He would say something along the lines of, “Oh, Great and Powerful Trixie, I would love to but it isn’t in my job description!” in a notsarcastic tone.
>”Fluttershy, you’re a mess… Do you know if there’s a pond around?”
>”Umm… I came across a river not too long ago.”
>”Alright…” He picks her up into his arms LIKE HE DID TO YOU NO LESS THAN 5 MINUTES AGO!
>WONDERFUL! YOU MAY AS WELL KNOCK HIM OUT AND ABUSE HIS BODY BECAUSE THAT’LL APPARENTLY HAVE NO RAMMIFICATIONS AND HIS OPINION WILL NEVER ALTER!
>Celestia…
“Very well, it’s been too long since Trixie has washed her outfit anyway.”
>Anonymous looks at you.
>”Good idea. Be right back.”
>Anonymous disappears into the wagon. He yells obscenities once the door shuts. He probably tripped on something; it’s a mess in there.

>You’re now with… Yellowquiet or whatever her name was.
>Alone.
>The pain and sadness she expressed with Anon is gone.
>She’s looking directly at you with the sweetest, most innocent expression you’ve ever seen.
>Except those eyes.
>They bore into you. You swear you could see fire in the reflection of her pupils.
>She hates you. She haaaaaaaates you.
>You’ve had angry fans. You’ve had disappointed lovers.
>But you’ve never felt THIS kind of animosity towards you.
>This mare is not in a stable state. You’re not comfortable with her being near Anon or yourself.
“You’re not welcome here, be gone before he returns.”
>”No.” Her voice is soft but more frigid than the coldest mountaintop. Whatever you’re talking to… it isn’t sane.
“… Trixie won’t let you hurt us.”
>”You can’t stop me.”
>Yes you can.
>You prepare your strongest force spell. She’ll be back in Ponyville in no ti-
>The door to the wagon swings open and Anonymous stumbles out with a large pile of clothes.
>You’ll send this mare to the moon later.
>Anonymous and his gross pile of clothes get close.
>”Hey, you mind carrying Fluttershy? I’m afraid she may… You know.”
>For a moment you thought you had lost him. Good to know he still has his wits.
“Deal with her, yourself. Trixie is not here to clean up your messes.”
>WHY DID YOU SAY THAT?
>He rolls his eyes.
>“You mind taking these off my hands, then?”
“NO!”
>You agree with yourself that time. Seriously. Gross.
>He sighs.
>”Fine, I’ll make it work.”

>Trixie has reconsidered and has decided to take the yellow one, herself. We see that she is a danger to the both of us and Trixie would feel more confident if she took her, instead of you.
>Good! Now say it out loud…
>…
>Celestia damnit.
>Anon picks up BananaShush with one arm and holds the pile of clothes in another.
>It looks awkward and a little painful. Perhaps you could lend him a hoof…
>Anyway…
>”Ouch. That’s hurts a little…”
>”Sorry Fluttershy. It’s the only way I can carry you.”
>Hehehe…
>”So which way are we going?”
>The Shymare ponders for a moment before pointing into the forest.
>Anon doesn’t even give it a second thought before walking straight into the thick brush.
>Sigh. Do you have to foalsit this one all day?
>You trot up to Anon’s side. He’s not leaving your sight for a second.
>And neither is that Pegasus.
>A short walk later, the gentle sounds of a river come into earshot.
>After stumbling through a few more bushes, it comes into sight.
>It’s quite the beautiful sight. The leaves of the trees are in between turning colors for the season, creating a medley greens, yellows, oranges, and reds. The river itself isn’t so wide or so deep, it would go up to about the bottom of your neck.

>Anonymous sets Fluttershy(You know her name! You just ran out of funny ways to say it.) on the dirt and tosses the entire pile of clothes into the river.
>You pretend to gag as dirt and what you assume are human spore seep out of the clothes and into the water.
>Yeah. Those are probably human spores. Humans reproduce through spore… stuff, right? Haha, how awkward would it be if he had the same reproductive organs ponies do. After all that pseudo flirting? Oh Celestia, that’d be weird.
>Anonymous takes off his shirt and rolls up his pant legs as he steps into the water.
>You walk a little upstream, not wanting to get NEAR those clothes, and disrobe yourself.
>You inspect your cape first. A small dirt stain here and there but nothing that can’t be scrubbed away.
>Your hat looks flawless but you may as well clean it, anyway. Your mane may be perfect in every way but every mare’s mane isn’t the cleanest thing.
>You glace at Anonymous and Fluttershy. Anonymous slowly dips each piece of clothing in the water a couple times before deeming it clean and tosses them onto a rock.
>Is he serious? That’s not how you clean something, it’s how you get it wet.
>You internally sigh as you get to work on your cape. You have no soap to work with so the best you can do is rub the problem spots until they look clean.

>You glance back at Anon.
>Look at him, he has no idea what he is doing. You ought to tell him how it’s done. You won’t but that’s not the point.
>He throws one last shirt on the pile and beckons Fluttershy into the water with him.
>She gets up and wades into the water. She sure doesn’t look hurt anymore…
>Anon doesn’t look convinced, either. He’s getting just as tired of this as you are.
>Good, that means you can leave soon while he fixes the inside of the wagon. After all, you fixed the outside.
>Anon sighs as he lowers himself to her level, wraps his arms around her, and splashes water on her chest to clean off some of the dirt.
>You levitate your hat in front of-What is with that look the stupid yellow mare is giving you?
>Is she challenging you? To what?
>She leans in closer to Anon.
>Oh. Well… That’s just… Fine! Why should you care?!
>…
>Since you’re here, you suppose washing your mane wouldn’t be a bad idea.
>You walk into the center of the river and dip your mane into the water.
>You slowly rise up, letting the water drip down your body.
>Oh yes, you look good with wet hair. Better than usual, you mean.
>You’d be a great model if you had more time on your hands. Probably the most famous in all of Equestria.
>And you’re sure Fluttershy could never be a model.
>So why is Anon playing more attention to her? She’s doing no more than splashing around, trying to be cute. It’s obviously failing, judging by the look on his face.

>Wait. No! He’s smiling! Only a little but… Two can play at that game.
>You awkwardly stomp a hoof into the water and it makes a loud plopping noise.
>Both Anon and Fluttershy look at you.
>Uh-oh. On the spot. Ummm… Hmm.
>You flick your mane around and give the two the classic half-lidded stare.
>Works everyti-Your mane swings back and whips you in the eye.
>Argh, it stings!
>You rubs your eye with a hoof and glare back at Fluttershy.
>She’s giggling up a storm. Anon gives you a puzzled look.
“Hmph!”
>It’s not like you care if they think you’re the most beautiful pony in Equestria, anyway! It’s already a well-known fact!
>”Alright, good enough. Hey Trixie, we’re all done here. You?”
>You scoff.
“You will give Trixie all the time she needs. Off with you, she’ll be along momentarily!”
>You Anon whisper, “Bitch.” Under his breath. You don’t know what that means but you suspect it’s degrading.
>You’re going to make the trip to Hoofington Tartarus, for him.
>But you’re done here.
>You dunk your head into the water one last time.
>As you do, you hear rapid movement within the water.
>You pull your head out as fast as possible.
>But they’re gone. Anon and Fluttershy. Both gone. Only ripples in the water remain.
>Your hat and cape are also missing but all of Anon’s wet clothes remain.
>Your heart skips a beat. What if Fluttershy…
>Oh no… You need to find Anon, fast.

>You are… Anonymous? Yeah that’s it.
>Your head hurts, you’re cold, you can’t think straight, and it is pitch fucking black.
>You try to sit up only to realize that you’re already sitting up against something rather soft and warm… and moving.
>You now realize that your hands and legs are bound.
>Okay. Time to freak out.
>”Oh, is that you, Anonymous?”
>OKAY FREAKING OUT IN 3… 2…
>Fluttershy lights a match, illuminating only a little bit of the surrounding area.
>”It is you! I’m so glad you could make it, tonight!”
“Uh…”
>”When you said you were going to take me to the fanciest restaurant in Ponyville, I didn’t think you’d actually take me HERE!”
>Here? Where is here? It’s cold, damp, and a little fuzzy. The blame that last one on whatever is behind you.
>Fluttershy lights the candle in front of you. It reveals two plates with sandwiches on them, all over a picnic blanket.
>”And here’s our waiter, Miss Bearington!” Fluttershy waves at the figure behind you.
>Your heart stops. Bearington? As in bear?
>On cue, your blood runs cold as a large bear claw reaches over and attempts to grab your sandwich.
>Fluttershy slaps the paw away.
>”No! Not for you!”
>Miss Bearington growls in protest.
>Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. This is literally the worst possible thing.

>”Oh look, they already have our meals ready for us! Dig in!”
>You’d love to (no you wouldn’t) but your hands are a little tied
>Fluttershy takes one bite of her sandwich before tossing it behind her.
>”All done! Did you enjoy your… Oh, you haven’t eaten yet!”
“It’s not easy when-“
>Miss Bearington roars and places a heavy paw at the base of your neck.
>”Miss Bearington doesn’t like it when you interrupt her, Anonymous.”
>She wasn’t fucking talking! Fluttershy, you have fallen so fucking far off the deep end.
>Fluttershy scoops the sandwich up in her two front hooves.
>”You’re so cute when you can’t fend for yourself.”
>That’s never something you’ve wanted to hear.
>”Open wiiiiide~”
>You don’t.
>She smooshes the dandelion sandwich against your face.
>”Mmmmm, yummy.”
>She sets the plate back down and silently stares into your eyes for about minute.
>”Would you like to come in, Anonymous?”
“… What?”
>She jumps back in surprise.
>”I-I-I’m sorry! Was that too forward? It’s just… I’ve liked you for a long time, Anonymous…”
>No words.
>”And I… I…”
>She leaps at you, pressing her soft lips against yours.
>You immediately twist your head away, eliciting a low growl from Miss Bearington.
>Fuck Miss Bearington. Seriously.
>”Oh… I see. Hold on…”

>Fluttershy disappears into the darkness.
>You hear the rustling of fabrics before she reemerges… with Trixie’s cape and hat.
>Fuck! Did she hurt Trixie?!
>”… The, um, Powerfully Great Trixie demands that Anon kisses her. Right… Right now!”
“What did you do to her?”
>”Maybe the Powerfully Great Trixie will have to get started!”
>She leans in for another kiss but you headbutt her halfway.
>”Ow!”
>She begins to cry.
>You don’t fucking care at this point. You’re mad at her and you’re mad at yourself for falling for this shit.
>You should have just left her on the side of the road.
>Fluttershy looks back up at you in anger.
>”T-Trixie isn’t your fetish, then? F-Fine. I don’t care anymore…”
>She nods to Miss Bearington.
>In one swift motion you are pinned on your back. Miss Bearington’s weight keeps you from moving at all.
>Your heart really begins to race as Fluttershy crawls onto your chest.
>”I’m tired of waiting…”
>She lowers her mouth to your pants and quickly manages to unbutton it.
>”All I wanted was one night.”
>She crawls forward, meeting you face to face.
>”One night of love.”
>She kicks you pants down to your ankles.
“Flutter-“
>”One night of pure…”
>She then kicks down your undergarments.
>She leans in close to your cheek. Her breath lightly tickles your ear as Miss Bearington’s breath nearly makes you gag.
>”… Ecstacy.”
>Fluttershy then suddenly jolts upward, ears perked.
>”… No.”
>What? What’s going on?
>”No!”
>You hear an echoing high pitched whistle.
>Miss Bearington jumps into action.
>Only to be knocked to the ground, hard, a second later.
>She snuffs out the candlelight as she hits the ground.

>The sound of hooves colliding with flesh and bone soon follow. Fluttershy’s anguished screams echo throughout… where ever you are.
>Soon enough, it all stops.
>You hold your breath as the sounds of hooves approach you.
>”… Anon, you there?”
>YO WAIT WHAT
“DASH!? DASH IS THAT YOU?”
>”Ehehe… Yeah, it’s me.”
>She sounds like she’s on the verge of tears but you’d recognize that raspy voice anywhere.
>You’ll worry about that later. It’s time to get out of here.
“You think you could untie me, bro?”
>She’s quiet for a moment.
>”… Yeah, no problem.”
>She starts fumbling in the dark for the rope.
“Just right… there.”
>”Right... here? This rope feels funny”
“NOT A ROPE!”
>”AHHH!”

>After a very awkward rope untying, you pull up your pants make make your way out of the cave with Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy being dragged behind her.
>You finally discerned that is was a cave after thinking straight for 5 seconds. Rape does things to one’s mind.
>Everything seems to suddenly improve once you see the sunlight.
“Thanks for the save, Dash. Really I… Thank you.”
>”I’m sorry, Anon. I’m so sorry.”
“For what? You saved my ass back there.”
>”No! I should have known… Even Trixie knew! I’m so stupid…”
“Trixie?”

>”Yeah. I was just flyin’ around and I saw her panicking. I knew you were supposed to be with her and I went to see what was up.”
“And then here you are?”
>”It took some time to find you but yeah…”
>Dash begins leading you through the forest.
“Soooo… Trixie was worried?”
>Rainbow Dash snorts.
>”Hehe, yeah. She was flipping out, dude. Don’t let her forget about it.”
“Trust me, I won’t.”
>The rest of the walk was quiet aside from the sounds of Fluttershy bumping against rocks every so often.
>It brought you great pleasure.
>Soon enough, you and Rainbow Dash walked onto the dirt road.
>”… I guess this is where we part ways.”
>You let out a low sigh.
“I guess. Sucks, bro.”
>She flinches when you say, “bro.”
>”Anon… Before I go, I gotta tell you…”
“What’s up?”
>Her eyes dart between you and Fluttershy. Sweat begins to form on her brow.
>”… Nevermind! I’ll see you later!”
>She turns to fly off towards Ponyville.
“Wait!”
>She freezes and looks back at you hopefully.
>You collect Trixie’s hat and cape off Fluttershy.
>Rainbow Dash looks appalled.
>”… That’s it?”
“Nah, gotta give you one of these, bro.”
>You pull her in for a one-armed hug.
>Her hooves being full, she isn’t able to return it. She instead lightly nuzzles you.
>You pull back from the hug.
”I can’t thank you enough for what you did back there. I wish I wasn’t leaving you like this.”
>”Anon.” Her face gets serious. “If there’s anything I can do, anything AT ALL, to stop you from leaving, tell me.”

“Sorry. If you asked me two weeks ago, I’d give you a big ‘ol list, but I made an obligation to Trixie,”
>She smirks.
>”And you refuse to back on that. That’s why I like you, dude.”
“The only reason?” You joke.
>”Nah, it’s just my favorite. But!”
>She jabs a hoof into your chest.
>”The moment you come back, we’re going out!”
“Hell yeah, it’ll be tough not spending Friday evenings not drinking with my br-“
>”Nuh-uh. Not that kind of ‘out’. Expensive restaurant, fancy dress, fru fru boring stuff kind of out!”
“… A date?”
>”Bingo!”
>You shrug.
“Why the fuck not? Sounds like fun.”
>”Yeah-hah, that’s my Anon!” She holds out a hoof.
>You bump it.
>Fluttershy cries.
>Awesome.
>”Time to bring this… disgusting mare to justice! Catch you later, Anon!”
“Soon. I promise.”
>”Holdin’ ya to it.”
>She gently rises into the air, Fluttershy dangling on a rope a few feet below.
>She then flies off to Ponyvile.
>You turn around and being walking towards Trixie’s wagon.
>You think. Shit, Dash never told you if this was the right direction.
>But judging by the fresh wagon tracks, you assume you are going the right way.

>Not long after, you find the wagon. Trixie was outside, doing some sort of magic to your wet clothes.
>She’d lift one piece, concentrate for a moment, and then put it in a separate pile.
“Hey!”
>You wave her down.
>Her body stiffens for a moment but she hides her excitement well enough.
>You still see it, though.
>She does lighten up when she sees what’s in your hands.
>”Oh, thank Celestia!” The cape and hat and magically yanked out of your hands and into her reach.
>”… What happened?”
“They got dirty, not my fault.”
>She probably meant what happened with Fluttershy bu-
>”The yellow one was YOUR responsibility so Trixie has every right to blame you for ruining her cape and hat!”
>Oh nevermind.
>You shrug.
>You inspect the piles that Trixie has been sorting through.
>Hell yeah! Apparently Trixie has been drying your wet clothes.
>”Here.” Trixie throws her cape and hat back in your face. “Go back to the river and clean them up PROPERLY. Trixie expects you to return  soon.”
>Nah.
>You drop the cape and hat, slip on a dry shirt, and walk towards the wagon.
>”W-Where do you think you’re going!?”
>You do a 180 and give her the double pistol fingers.
“I’m gonna sleep like a mother fuckin’ rock.”
>Trixie voices a protest but you ignore it as you walk into the wagon, find your bed spread amongst the debris, throw it into your closet, and collapse on it.