Trixie walked down the flight of stairs that lead to Luna’s chamber, her body feeling lighter than it had in days. The showmare felt that she could take down the Tyrant Sun herself.
And then, the moment she reached the final step of the stairs, she was ambushed.
“Heya Trixie, I heard what happened, your auntie Pinkie is SO proud of you right now!” the pink party pony of Ponyville yelled as she grabbed Trixie in a bone-crushing hug.
“Can’t... breathe...”
Pinkie Pie continued on, unaware of her friends plight. “I mean, it was SO hard to get you two to finally bury the hatchet, I mean, you were both making each other sad, and that made me sad, and I thought to myself ‘Me, all you have to do is the them to make up to each other, and then everything will be hunkie dorie’ and I said ‘you’re right me. We should go do that.’ So here we are. Now don’t you feel better?” Pinkie finished her ramble, finally releasing Trixie to allow sweet sweet air into Trixie’s lungs.
Trixie coughed. “What are you talking about?”
“I got you and Bluey to make up and say ‘sorry.’” Pinkie looked almost serious for a few moments. “I told him how sad all the ponies in Ponyville were after that meanie Corona made us all drunken goofs. I told him about how all our flour was ruined and how the Cakes thought they might have to close the bakery for good. I got him to understand that withholding that money was really really mean... and all that stuff with Audit and Zizanie was mean too. And I got him to Pinkie-promise not to anything corrupt anymore! But he was hurt by you too, so I went to talk to you next. And it worked! Now everypony apologized and promised to be the very best ponies they can be, and we can all be friends and be happy!” Pinkie grinned widely.
“Wait....you planned all of this?”
Pinkie shook her head. “No! I just talked to you and Bluey about making up. Ponies shouldn’t be mad at each other, and ponies shouldn’t be doing meanie things. And since you’re my friend, and Bluey is a very special friend, I figured you two would listen to me.”
Trixie felt a flash of anger. “So you’re basically to blame for me and my friends currently being under probation...” She paused, then shook her head. “No. I take that back. That’s my fault. But you got me to confess, and Blueblood to agree to stop doing bad things.
“And that’s a good thing!...right?”
Trixie really wanted to be angry with Pinkie. She really wanted to take out all of the guilt, the anger, and all of the sorrow that the last few days has comprised of. But she knew better.
“Thank you. Thank you for stopping me before I did something worse.”
The two looked at each other, and then embraced.
After a few moments, Trixie pulled away. She blushed -- she didn’t normally hug others in public. “So... what are you doing here, anyway?”
“I was visiting Blueblood, silly. I got the WHOLE day off just so I could spend the day with him. OH! Me and Blueblood were actually gonna go make some blueberry pancakes. You wanna join us?”
A few little bits of memory from the morning after the Gala, the morning that was responsible for everything, flashed through Trixie’s mind.
“Ooh, but I’ll come by this weekend! And I’ll bring syrup!”
“And blueberries!”
Trixie squeaked as her brain created a horrible horrible mental image. And Trixie ran away, hoping to put as much distance as possible between herself and the pink pony.
Pinkie blinked a few times as Trixie galloped frantically down the hall and out the door.
“What?” she called. “He’s not that bad a cook!”