Mom…I’ve been thinking,” Trixie said one day, “I need a job.”
“Why?” Twilight asked, looking up from her book. “Is there something you want to buy, or-“
“No, that’s not it…I just want to take responsibility over something you know?”
“But you’re too young for a job!” Twilight suddenly exclaimed.
“Wha- What are you talking about, I-I f-fully confide-dent that I can m-manage a job!” Trixie nervously shot back. Twilight sent her a stern look. “Ok, m-maybe not fully confident..”
Twilight was hurt by this image still. The Great and Powerful Trixie, a confident mare, always nervous. But still, she was slowly growing like the Old Trixie, without all the arrogance.
“You work here sometimes though, and you get an allowance.” Twilight giggled to herself. When she first introduced the allowance concept, Trixie looked quite surprised, and Twilight had over complicated the entire process. But that is another story, to be told another time.
“Yes, but shelving books isn’t what I want to do. I want to do something else. Besides,” She poked the purple dragon conveniently stationed near by within poking-distance, “Spike and Owloysius do most of the organizing anyways.”
“Well…if you put it that way, fine. If you can find a job by the end of this week, it’s a deal.” Twilight said. “You have five days.”
“What was that? What? What deal… ” Trixie asked, confusion written all over her face. 'was she implying we were arguing?'
Twilight lifted up her book cover. Ponies guide to Parenting by Sav. E. Mepleaze.
“Where should I head off to… Maybe Mrs. Mayor can help.” She trotted off to the Town Hall, to see if there was help there.
Nervously, Trixie walked in, trying to hide behind her mane, she went up to the reception desk.
“H-hello, I’m Trixie S-sparkle, and I-I was wondering if you knew of any jobs that might be available…” her voice shrunk.
Mrs. Mayor, who happened to like to do her work directly, looked at her.
“Say, you’re the proclaimed ‘Great and Powerful Trixie, are you not?” She peered down at her. Trixie struggled with herself, but she saw no point in lying.
“Y-yes…yes I am,” she whispered, barely audible. ‘Oh Celestia, it’s going to happen, I knew it, I practically am a criminal here aren’t I, I should jus-‘ she stopped in mid-thought. The Mayor was giggling.
“Oh-ho! Do forgive me, it’s just, the change, oh the change! It’s quite humorous.” She chuckled.
“Hey!” Trixie started, with angry tears, “I’m not weak if that’s what you’re getting at!”
“No, of course not dear.” Mrs. Mayor said, clearly not believe her. Do not think poorly of Mrs. Mayor, the amount of paperwork that she had to go through due the Ursa Minor was piled so high, Twilight herself would have fainted from pressure; building damages, lawsuit cases, realty problems, insurance, the press…it’s fair to say that she was fairly peeved…oh buck it, she was pissed like hell. Simple as that.
“I’ll show you, I’ll show you real good.” Trixie was openly crying now. Now the Mayor did falter and frown, she didn’t mean to make her cry.
During the high-point of the day, she went out to the busiest square in Ponyville. She gathered a deep, deep breath. She hoped Pinkie would do her job. Currently, she waited behind a curtain.
Earlier that day, Trixie asked Aunt Pinkie to narrate a show. A magic show. You ponies work out the rest.
“Mares and Gentlecolts, foals of all ages! I present to you, the Greatly Changed Trixie!” Pinkie Pie shouted! Oh pinkie, you just had to say the first thing to come to your sugary brain, didn’t you…
Trixie nervously walked up the stage. Immediately, a handful of ponies left the crowd, and half of the crowd looked
distasteful. Trixie would have to give her best.
“Why the long faces? I was hoping to see a more cheerful crowd!” Trixie tried, her horn glowed, and bouquets of flowers rained out into the crowd. They looked a little more cheery after that. The flower trio examined them, and smiled genuinely. Trixie conjured her own flower, and placed it in a box, and pulled it back out. Her horn glowed while it was in the box, and the crowd looked eagerly, they were not disappointed. Out from a box, she pulled out a cupcake.
“Hey, what kind of a trick is that?” a pony with a country accent yelled from the crowd. “I bet mos’ here Unicorns can do that, you haven’t changed a bit, have yah’?” This comment stabbed her like a rusty knife, but she had to keep focused.
“You see here a cupcake, right? Is it truly a cupcake? Alas, no, it is a muffin!” poof, the icing disappeared, and was left a chocolate-chip muffin. Would anyone from the crowd like to come up and eat i-“ She was immediately greeted by the infamous Derpy Hooves.
“I would!” She exclaimed. Excitement shined in her eyes. They screamed, ‘Do want!’
“Well take a bite!” Trixie motioned her to the muffin. Right before Derpy’s teeth could sink into the delicious pastry, it disappeared into a cloud a sparkles, to be replaced by…pause for dramatic effect…Pinkie Pie. That’s right. She. Was. Hiding. Inside. A. Muffin.
“Pinkie!” Derpy gasped, “ You’re a muffin-agent?!”
“Oh dear, I suppose I must have misplaced the real muffin.” Trixie pretended to look around. Her horn never glowed, and she reached out behind Derpy’s wings, and pulled out a full, toasty, tray of muffins. “You seem to enjoy muffins, a gift from me to you.” Trixie presented. “Well, why give away roses when you have muffins? What do you think my wonderful audience?” Trixie asked; all of her confidence was restored.
Only to be shot down later.
Her horn glowed once more, and muffins rained out into the crowd. Trixie spent all of her allowance on buying these muffins; she wouldn’t take them for free, no matter how many times Pinkie offered. And it was surprising how many times she could offer in one breath. Sixty….pause for dramatic effect…eight times.
“I suppose that is the best she has, for someone with absolutely no fashion sense at all, why go through the trouble of going in public if you’re going to be drab/”
Trixie heard this, and was hurt; true she no longer had her cape and hat, but she didn’t have a choice.
“Ah’m surprised that she didn’t make up anothr’ hogwash story ‘gain.” Trixie now saw Applejack in the crowd.
“I do believe it’s tormenting her on the inside not to downsize somepony this time.” Rarity was now in Trixie's field of vision. Tears started to form this time, it hurt, and it hurt a lot. She continued to smile.
“Thank you for being a wonderful audience!” Trixie shouted. She fired a magical firework in the sky, the Emblem of Celestia shining like a star. She then withdrew back behind the shades. Her throat was tight.
”Good Riddance, what a boring show.” Trixie sobbed. Pinkie, who was waiting in the back looked alarmed.
“Trixie, what’s wrong, don’t cry, please don’t cry…” Pinkie continued to coax her as her mane slowly gained water. “It’s ok…It’ll be ok.”
“Lyra, could you believe it? I didn’t think Applejack could be so mean…”
“I know what you mean Bonbon, I thought the same way with Rarity…want to drop some sweets off? She looked like she could use a sweet…”
“Oh, her smile was perfect! I want to give her a brushie! I should stop by later…”
“I like her! She was a nice mare, and her show was fun! I really, really liked that muffin trick! Golden, I have to deliver something at the library later, wanna come? ”
“ Sure.You should really eat more carrots, Derpy, at least I know you won’t raid my fridge today…”
“Tavi! I should totally hire her! She’d be PERFECT!”
“Oh dear, poor mare…Vinyl, if my sources are correct, I hear that Twilight Sparkle adopted her? I think we should pay her a visit, and you can inform her of your preposition there and maybe even maturate the job, without a résumé.”
“Let’s go visit the library to cheer her up and offer her the job.”
As you ponies could probably tell, Lyra, Bonbon, Colgate, Derpy, Golden Harvest, Vinyl, and Octavia had their sympathy towards Trixie; all of whom had seen her previous shows and saw wonderful, drastic change.
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