What Happens on Risa...Part I
“I have to admit, Trixie, this is a surprise,” Cole declared as they sipped ice teas under the cover of night. The waves lapped at the shore as they sat under the stars, enjoying the peace and tranquility.
“A nice one, though…right?” the showmare replied somewhat hesitantly.
“Of course! There’s nowhere I’d rather spend a vacation and no one…I mean, pony I’d rather spend it with.” The statement made Trixie blush, though she quickly fought it off.
“Y-you don’t mean that…” she half-mumbled.
“Hey, just ‘cause you like to tsundere on a regular basis doesn’t mean I do,” Cole teased, knowing full-well that he’d get a reaction out of her.
“Trixie does not tsundere!”
“Relax, I’m just teasing. You’re right, though,” Cole added, looking up at the stars. “I haven’t heard you tsundere for quite a while.”
“That’s cause…” Trixie’s next statement caught in her throat and refused to budge, prompting Cole to ask about the strange expression on the mare’s face. “Never mind.”
“Nuh-uh, you’re not getting away that easily,” Cole teased, leaning partway over the table. “C’mon, say what you were gonna say. I promise not to laugh.”
“It’s nothing, really!” Her blush wasn’t overly convincing. Cole sighed.
“Y’know, I don’t have to buy Crispy Chex every week…” Cole delivered with a smirk, wondering if his ultimatum would be enough to wrestle an answer from her.
“Did you just try to blackmail me with breakfast cereal?” she asked incredulously and with a hint of doubt.
“Would you rather clean Gremlin’s cage?”
“You can’t seriously believe that Trixie would…”
“Well, unless I’ve been living under a rock for the last month, it’s still my ship you’re living in…” Cole left the statement open-ended, thereby allowing her to think it over as he silently enjoyed her panic.
“That…that’s…what is wrong with you?” she sputtered, forcing the restrained laughter out of her friend's system.
“Relax, I’m just playing with ya!” Cole assured her as she scowled at him. “You know you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. A girl’s privacy is her prerogative.”
“Thanks,” Trixie half-mumbled, glad that she had avoided a potentially awkward situation.
“Another Cardassian Iced Tea?” They both jumped as their waiter returned.
“I’ll take one, sure,” I replied as he took our empty glasses.
“Trixie will have another,” the showmare declared. Cole couldn’t help but smile at her. Thus far, the entire evening had been more or less perfect; the weather, the locale, the companionship…it truly was the vacation they so rightly deserved.
They sat in silence for a little while, satisfied to simply sit back and enjoy each other’s company. All the while, Cole couldn’t help but think that despite her insistence to the contrary, something was amiss concerning his blue friend. He respected her privacy but this was supposed to be a vacation, a time in which she could let out everything on her mind and with any luck, find whatever resolutions or revelations she had been seeking.
“Trixie, I…”
“Cole, I…” They paused, each trying to regain our bearings after such a strange coincidence. While the fact that they had spoken at the exact same time was interesting, the meaning behind what they each wanted to say was vastly more so.
“Ladies first,” Cole offered. Trixie shook her head.
“No, that’s okay. You go first.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.” Trixie took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself for the next step, leaning in to meet Cole as he drew closer still. Before she knew it, he was right there, so close, close enough to…
“Trixie, I…”
“Computer, freeze program!” the showmare suddenly exclaimed as Cole’s face came within a hair’s breadth from hers. She panted as her heart raced at warp speed, still in disbelief at what had been mere moments away from transpiring. She took several deep breaths, thanking Celestia that the entire scenario had been nothing but photons and force fields.
Still, she couldn’t deny how real it felt. Everything from the sights to the smells to Cole’s hot breath momentarily mingling with hers was almost enough to convince her that it was actually happening. She sighed and got down from the chair; enough was enough, at least for one day. Cole had been quick to warn her about the pitfalls of the holodeck, particularly holodeck addiction.
Originally, Trixie had scoffed at the idea. After all, who ever heard of a master illusionist getting hooked on other illusions? Still, even Trixie had to admit that three hours on the holodeck replaying the same program was becoming tiresome. While Cole had walked her through holodeck program creation in detail, the grand majority of the work was research. She had done her best to collect as much information as she could regarding Risa, human culture, and especially Cole himself.
She looked up at the holographic representation of her human companion. She’d nailed his physical features and even his mannerisms for the most part but there was something, one glaring detail that separated her creation from perfection.
It wasn’t him.
No matter how much she practiced, everything felt off. It may have looked, felt, smelled, tasted, and sounded real but the fact of the matter was that it was still just an illusion. While Trixie appreciated a good illusion, this one just wouldn’t cut it. She had no choice. In order to pursue the source of the warm feelings that had awakened inside her, she had to do so the right way. And what better way than in one of the most beautiful and romantic vacation hotspots in the galaxy?
Not that Trixie particularly minded being cooped up with her friend for the last three days. It was a fair journey from Starbase 39 to Risa and Cole had spent most of the trip in solitary confinement researching a broad variety of topics that ranged from Aegis specifications, to his new job, to Starfleet Academy literature. In short, Cole was a busy bee. Even so, he still managed to remind Trixie of his presence. They were small reminders but did the trick nevertheless. Whether it was making sure she had a decent meal, fixing the occasional blown-out holo-emitter, or preparing her nightly hot cacao, Cole made himself known from time to time and Trixie appreciated every gesture. The new feelings welling up inside her made sure of that.
Oh, those new feelings. The showmare wasn’t sure of when they’d taken over a considerable portion of her thought process but the undeniable fact was that, despite initial efforts to banish them forthwith, they were here to stay. Understandably, the mare had been confused at first; why a human? They were so strange, so alien. Cole’s being divided her; one side told her to stay at a safe distance while the other continuously shortened said distance, proven rather literally by their proximity on the holodeck. The fact that she had so willingly leaned towards him surprised the showmare. Cole could be so…disarming, even when he didn’t mean to be. Perhaps it was his simple and genuine nature that appealed to the showmare. He offered no ‘illusions’ nor did he expect any, even for his ego’s sake, a stark difference between them. Maybe that’s what was so appealing; the fact that he was real, more real to her than most people and ponies she’d ever met.
“Hey Trix, you wanna come to the bridge? There’s something you should see.” Cole’s voice over the Ranger’s COM derailed her train of thought and made her jump.
“B-be right there!” she answered, trying (and failing) to cover up her nervous tone. With that, she left the holodeck and headed for the bridge.
***
Acting captain’s log, Stardate ‘who cares, we’re on vacation’! After an uneventful three-day journey at warp 4, we’ve finally made it to Risa and are currently in orbit. Just from looking at the beautiful blues and greens of the planet, I can already tell that this place is something special. I hope that my dear friend thinks so as well. Obviously, I’m gonna do everything I can to make this a week neither of us will ever forget and I’ve spared little expense to do so. Captain Wright made sure to add a few credits to the ole’ account just before we left Starbase 39 as a kind of ‘vacation pay advance’. He said he’s never seen two people that needed some time off more than us and although that might be a bit of an exaggeration, I’m sure as Hell not complaining. (End recording)
“You wanted to see me?” a familiar voice asked upon exiting the turbolift. I turned to find Trixie approaching.
“I did. I thought you might like to see where we are,” I replied, activating the viewscreen.
“Wow…” Trixie murmured at the sight of the lush world a mere 40 miles below us. “Is that…?”
“Risa? You bet.” I acknowledged with a nod. “I don’t know about you but I think we’re in for an awesome week.”
“Trixie hopes so,” the showmare declared. “After everything she’s been through, Trixie has never needed a vacation so much in her life.”
“Well, that’s why I booked us the best of the best of everything Risa has to offer!” I exclaimed. Trixie gave me a look of severe doubt. “Okay, maybe the tenth or twelfth best but that’s still pretty swanky. I’m telling you, these vacation resorts don’t half-ass anything.”
“As long as Trixie doesn’t have to eat any more replicated food,” the mare weighed in. “She can see why you buy fresh whenever possible.”
“Well, I’ll be damned,” I replied, looking at her with a smile. “Am I hearing things or do we actually have something in common now?”
“S-something in common?”
“An appreciation for fine home-grown cuisine, of course!”
“I…Trixie guesses so.”
“Well, that’s something we’ll have to explore a lot more thoroughly when we actually get down there. I could use some fresh food, too.” My stomach voiced its approval as we received a hail, courtesy of a pretty young Risan woman.
“This is Risa docking control. We have received your registration and are pleased to welcome you to Risa. In the interest of maintaining a stress and worry-free environment for all guests, we would like to offer your vessel a safe berth planet-side for the duration of your stay, free of charge.” Trixie looked over at me with a questioning look, which I momentarily shared.
“Uh, that’s great and all but why do I need to land? Can’t we just orbit?” The girl smiled endearingly, making Trixie scowl.
“You see, sir, Risa is one of the most popular getaways in this part of the galaxy. Because of that, there are as many as several hundred starships orbiting the planet at one time. Providing a safe place to land and if need be, service one’s vessel, greatly decreases the chances of an accident while the owners or operators are down here enjoying the countless activities Risa has to offer.” the woman finished with a warm, reassuring smile as Trixie’s scowl grew.
“Um…okay, sure. No problem. Just send me some landing vectors and we’ll be right down!” I had to admit; given the service we’d just received, my excitement and anticipation only grew and I found myself anxiously inputting the coordinates into the navigation system moments after receiving them.
“There we go. Now, please just sit back and allow our guidance computer to link with yours and lead you down to your berth.”
“Affirmative. Ranger out.” I turned and gave Trixie and grin. “Can you believe this? It’s official; we’re officially sitting in the lap of luxury and we’re not even there yet!” Okay, I know it didn’t make much sense but at the time, I didn’t much care. We were on vacation!
“Trixie’s happy if you’re happy,” the showmare replied half-heartedly. I paused and turned to her.
“Is something wrong? You don’t sound very excited.”
“Trixie is fine! Don’t worry about her!” Even though we’d already been travelling together for little over a month, her ability to do a complete 180 never ceased to both amaze and annoy me. Of course, having lived with her had also taught me to mind my distance.
“Alright, if you’re sure,” I replied with a shrug. “If you change your mind, let me know.” I added, knowing that there was something on her mind. I let it slide for the time being; hopefully, whatever was gnawing on her noggin would reveal itself during our stay. It was either that or force the mare into bankruptcy by virtue of the soon-to-be instigated ‘tsundering jar’. “Computer, lay in a course according to the docking instructions they sent.”
“Affirmative. Course laid in. Prepare for descent.”
“Try not to smash anypony’s belongings when you land this time,” Trixie added with a smirk. I rolled my eyes and smirked back.
“Here’s an idea; why don’t we paint a bulls-eye on your ass, beam you down, and then try landing? I’ll even switch to manual controls to keep things interesting.” I offered.
“Hmmph! You’d just love to land on Trixie’s flank, wouldn’t you!?” she accused, pointing a hoof at me.
I had to. The opportunity was too perfect.
“Oh, you have no idea…” I replied with a deeply suggestive grin and eyebrow waggle, chuckling to myself at the implication. Momentarily, the blushing showmare’s glowing blue rebuttal caught me square in the chest, knocking me out of my chair and onto the cold floor of my bridge. I groaned and gave her a thumbs-up, simply for the sake of being cheeky even in defeat. “Still totally worth it…”
***
“Y’know, you didn’t have to blast me clear across the bridge,” I declared as we waited for the docking umbilical to attach to the Ranger’s hull. From the docking receptacle down on Deck 8, I could take in the massive docking structure as it attended to the dozens of other ships coming and going. I was excited; any second now, the umbilical would attach to the ship and we could race down the walkway into the resort and officially begin our vacation.
“Then you shouldn’t have implied that…well, that! As if somepony as great and powerful as myself would even consider doing…that with the likes of you!” she exclaimed haughtily.
“Overcompensation, thy name is Trixie.”
“Trixie is not overcompensating!” The ship rocked slightly as the umbilical connected us with the docks.
“Mares first,” I invited, gesturing for her to take point as the door opened.
“Hmmph!” she exclaimed as she strutted by me with her nose in the air. I sighed, picked up my overnight bag, and followed her down the metal tunnel.
“Whoa…” I murmured, a goofy grin creeping onto my face as a resort staff member flanked by two gorgeous, smiling Risans met us as we disembarked.
“Welcome to Risa, Mr. Stevens,” they exclaimed in unison as they placed a chain of exotic flowers around my neck. I almost giggled like a schoolgirl as they finished the greeting with a kiss on each cheek. Loving the gesture though I was, I couldn’t help but shiver as a sudden wave of cold fury suddenly swept over me. I wondered who in such close proximity would be incensed enough to literally slap me in the face with righteous fury but I shrugged it off and gave Trixie a grin, to which she rolled her eyes and pouted. I knelt down to her and offered the mare one of the flowery wreaths.
“Come on, I know how much you love exotic flowers…” I waved them in front of her temptingly. After a second, she leaned forward and took a bite. She tried to hide her enjoyment but I knew better; Equestrian ponies loved flowers and Risan varieties were simply unmatched in quality. Trixie’s mouth had just become ground zero for the food-gasm of the century.
“Trixie’s still mad at you…” she grumbled through a mouthful. I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why but I was sure that after one look around the resort, she’d forget about whatever ailed her.
“Mr. Stevens, on behalf of the Risan Executive Resort, I would like to welcome both you and your friend to Risa.” the young man exclaimed as I shook his outstretched hand. “My name is Edric and if you’ll follow me, I’ll be happy to show you both around the resort.”
“Thanks,” I replied, picking up my bag. With that, we made our way into the resort.
***
“Can you believe this room is all ours?” I practically gushed as I marveled at the luxury of it all. Even the lobby had been an accurate representation of what to expect; if the incredible marble work and four massive cylindrical fish tanks running the height of the hotel didn’t do it, the room sure did. “It’s crazy! I mean, marble, gold trim? We even got separate bedrooms and bathrooms! This isn’t a hotel room; it’s a palace!” As I curiously inspected every square inch of our temporary lodgings, even Trixie finally seemed to relax and soon joined me in some good old-fashioned ogling. “Hey,” I said, taking a seat on the nearby couch as the showmare turned to me. “Is everything okay?”
“W-what makes you say that?” she replied with an oh-so-slight stammer. I sighed.
“Look, I know that irritability is normal for you but lately, you’ve really kicked it up a notch. What is going on? Why are you so out-of-sorts?” I asked, firmly yet gently at the same time. There was a lengthy pause as Trixie looked at the floor, as if unhappy with the confrontation. It was either that or she was building up a magical blast with my name on it but when that didn’t transpire, it made me reconsider my approach. Impatience and impudence, sure, but genuine sadness? That was different. Familiar but still fairly out-of-character. “Hey, it’s alright,” I added, putting my arm around her. “I didn’t mean to sound so accusatory. Whatever’s on your mind is none of my business.”
“I’m sorry.”
My ear perked up.
“Huh? Didn’t quite catch that.”
“Trixie said…I’m sorry…for acting like a bratty foal.” She looked over at me with a small smile. “She…I really appreciate what you’ve done for us.” I returned her smile and pulled her in for a hug, a gesture she reciprocated (surprisingly). Even though her 180 was uncharacteristically fast, I appreciated it nonetheless.
“I know,” I assured her. “Let’s try to make this vacation one we’ll never forget. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.” Trixie murmured from the crook of my neck.
***
“…and what better place to start our week than dinner by the ocean?” I suggested as we made our way to the resort lobby, from which we managed to catch an excellent view of the sunset over the water. “I don’t know ‘bout you but I could sure go for a medium-rare snail steak right about now.”
“Trixie still doesn’t understand how you can eat those things,” the showmare replied, her nose turned up slightly. “I mean…it’s meat! Kind of…”
“Really? That’s the deal-breaker for you? The fact that it’s a meat dish?”
“I don’t eat meat, remember?”
“Yeah, I know. I’m just surprised that the fact it’s a snail isn’t the deal-breaker.”
“Well, there’s that, too.”
“I thought as much. Now, according to the ship’s computer, there are over 150 places to eat within walking distance. What do you feel like chowing down on?” I asked.
“Hmm…” Trixie mused as she thought about it. “I could go for a fresh salad.”
“Of course you could.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“We’re on Risa! They’ve got some of the most exotic and delicious dishes in the galaxy!”
“What’s your point?”
“The point is to try new things! Expand your palate! You never know what you’ll like, right?” It was Trixie’s turn to sigh.
“If it will make you happy…Trixie will be ‘adventurous’.” I smiled and ruffled her ears. “H-hey!”
“That’s the spirit. Now let’s go gorge ourselves on fresh, non-replicated food until we explode.”
Out of everything we’d experienced and accomplished together thus far, finding a restaurant was by far the easiest task. The database wasn’t lying when it said ‘over 150 different places to consume nutritional supplements’. There was food from every corner of the Quadrant and beyond and my stomach grumbled in anticipation as we strolled down the boardwalk. The entire dining ‘region’ was like a gigantic upscale food court with restaurants, cafes, bars, and everything in between beckoning to us and every other hungry vacationer. More than once, I had to remind Trixie and myself that while I could afford a vacation, we still had to be sensible in how we enjoyed it and blowing all our credits on the first fancy place we saw was not the way to accomplish our goal.
Fortunately, the sheer number of eateries of all shapes and prices favored us and we soon found ourselves in a relatively simple yet elegant dining establishment. We traded simplistic yet satisfying conversation as I enjoyed a delicious Bajoran Larish Pie while Trixie indulged in an extremely tasty-looking fruit salad, all under the warm Risan air and early evening sky.
“What is Larish Pie, anyway?” the showmare asked, eyeing my nearly-empty plate.
“No idea,” I replied with a shrug, taking another bite. “But it sure is awesome.” She gave me a strange look. “What? We’re on vacation! Remember what I said about ‘adventurous’?”
“You can do the ‘adventuring’. All Trixie wants is a lounge chair by the beach for the next five days.”
“Do ponies tan?” I asked.
“What?”
“If you lay under the sun long enough, do you get a tan?” She gave me a ‘really’ expression and pointed at her light-blue fur. “Guess not. Then why would you wanna spend all our free time just…doing nothing?”
“What ship have you been on for the last month?” Instinctively, I opened my mouth to say something but closed it. I had to admit, she had me there. After everything we’d been through, I hardly felt like coercing her…or did I? Let’s face it; Trixie needed someone to help lift her out of her slump and whether she realized it or not, that someone was me.
“Alright, you win,” I replied, downing the last of my Chateau Picard. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Just know that should you decide to accompany me on an adventure from time to time, I just might find Crispy Chex a little easier to procure in the future.” Trixie narrowed her eyes at me.
“Really?”
I leaned forward and grinned.
“Bet that jetpack lesson’s looking pretty good right now.”
***
It took a three-hour dinner, a carafe of wine, and the most gorgeous sunset we’d ever witnessed on an outdoor patio for Trixie to finally relax and open up. And open up, she did. She smiled, laughed, and chatted me up as if we’d known each other our entire lives. Suffice it to say, I liked this side of her. I smiled as my mind briefly lamented the fact that she wasn’t human; the setting, the fact that we were finally getting along…it was too bad, really. Still, that didn’t take anything away from the experience. We were having a good time and I was happy about that. I hoped Trixie felt the same.
“So…what next?” I asked after downing the last sip of our Chateau Picard.
“Huh?”
“The night is young and so are we!” I exclaimed, throwing my hands up into the warm night air. “Wait…how old are you anyway?”
“Excuse me?” Trixie asked incredulously with a small smile of disbelief.
“What? It’s just a question.”
“I know, I just thought you would’ve used one of your fancy machines to figure that out.”
“Well, I could’ve done that but that’s kinda rude. I wouldn’t want to violate your privacy by scanning you.”
“Well, aren’t you the gentlecolt!” There was a pause as Trixie’s cheeks somehow reddened whilst I tried to understand what she meant.
“Did you perchance mean ‘gentleman’?” I inquired, letting her off the hook.
“Yes! That is exactly what Trixie meant! What’s so funny?” she added as I chuckled and smiled at her.
“Two hours and 12 minutes. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you go that long without referring to yourself in the third pony.” I almost said ‘person’ but managed to catch myself just in time.
“R-really?”
“Yeah.” There was another pause.
“Do you…like it better when Trixie…when I speak like this?” I shrugged.
“You can speak however you want. I was just commenting that you sounded kinda different, that’s all.”
“Different…as in, different…how?”
“Nothing. Just ‘different’. It’s weird; for the longest time, I thought that you’d sound a lot more different if you changed how you talk. But then I heard you tonight and I realized that no matter how you speak, you always sound like you.” I explained. “I know, that probably sounds strange but that’s just what I noticed.”
“Well, thanks…I guess.”
“No problem. You ready to get outta here?”
“And go where?” the showmare asked. I shrugged again.
“Anywhere we want. What do you feel like doing?”
“What do you feel like doing?” she echoed.
“Hmm…bar?”
Trixie just grinned.
A couple of hours later…
“…and then Trixie was like…POW! Take that, you stupid…stupid…what was I talking ‘bout?” the showmare slurred before downing another shot of…whatever she’d shouted at the bartender.
“I believe it was something about an ‘Ursa Major’?”
“Yeah, yeah, that! Anyway, as I was sayin’…I was all “pew, pew, pew” an’ then it was all like, “hurrdurr, I am dead”. An’ then…an’ then, they (hic) made me mayor o’ the whole world!” I smiled and applauded as she clumsily bowed and tossed her mane, nearly falling out of her chair. Thinking quickly, I leaned forward and steadied her, easing the drunken mare back into the seat.
“Alright, steady as we go. I think that’ll do for tonight, huh?”
“You…you ‘ave rearry pretty eyes…” she murmured before immediately leaning forward as well, resting her head on her front hooves. I sipped my drink as she batted her eyes at me.
“Thanks, you too.”
“Wanna (hic) make out?”
“P’tooey!” The remnants of my drink made a prompt and not-overly-discreet exit.
“Wha-wha’s wrong?” she slurred as I quickly wiped my mouth.
“You know what you just asked me, right?”
“Yeah…” she replied, looking at me expectedly. “So?”
“Sooo…you don’t even like it when I hug you.”
“Yes I do…” Trixie grumbled, looking away.
“Okay…thanks, but I think we should probably turn in. It’s been a long day.” The last thing I felt like doing was carrying on an awkward conversation longer than necessary, especially when the source of the awkward was copious amounts of alcohol.
“Y-you think Trixie’s ugly…” she muttered as a small tear ran down her cheek. Damnit, I thought as I momentarily cradled my face in my hands. How was I supposed to know that Trixie of all people, ponies, whatever, would be an emotional drunk. If she was an angry drunk, I’d probably be a crater.
I had to be very careful here, although I really should’ve expected something like that. No, not a sudden drunken outburst of affection; rather, her reaction to being turned down. She may have been a mare but last time I checked, mares were female and Starfleet had yet to discover a race of females who could handle rejection without getting emotional (Vulcans notwithstanding). In that way, Trixie was no different from a human girl.
Oh, no you don’t. I know what you’re all thinking. While Trixie was no different on an emotional level from a woman, I still had no inclination to ‘get busy’ with or otherwise pursue her. Yes, I am well aware of the fact that inter-species relationships were common in our galaxy but those were primarily between species who are at least similar in terms of physiology, i.e. Vulcans and humans. A human and a pony, even an Equestrian one? Now that was an idea I simply could not wrap my head around. Sure, she was cute as far as quadrupeds went and quite intelligent, she was just…not what I was looking for in a potential partner. I think that’s perfectly fair.
Too bad the showmare didn’t agree. She sat and pouted, obviously waiting for me to cave and smash my lips against hers in a chorus of tongue and saliva. Good thing she was drunk; normally, I hate using inebriation as an excuse of justification but this was an exception. I could tell her that I didn’t feel right about taking advantage of her in her current state. I sighed and steeled myself for what I had to do.
“No, definitely not. You’re very cute,” I assured her, taking a hoof in my hands. “It’s just that…you’re also drunk.”
“Am (hic) not!” she protested.
“Um, yeah, you kinda are.” I replied, offering her a small smile.
“It is (hic) impossible for the Great and Powerful Trixie to…blaaaaauuuugh…” Oh man, I thought as she lost her lunch on the floor next to her chair. I waited for her to stop coughing and heaving before I got up and, taking a couple of napkins, gently wiped her muzzle. She looked up at me with tear-filled eyes, obviously upset that things had not gone the way she planned. “I’m (hic) sorry…” she murmured, trying very hard to keep it together. I gave her an understanding smile.
“It’s okay, don’t worry about it,” I replied gently as I carefully scooped her up into my arms. Fortunately, she didn’t weigh very much and I was able to carry her back to our suite without too much trouble…after apologizing profusely to the staff and leaving the most generous tip I’d ever left. It was the least I could do after making them clean up pony puke.
“Here we are, home sweet hotel room,” I said as I sat down on her designated bed with Trixie’s front hooves still wrapped around my neck. “Hey sleepyhead, we’re home…kind of.” I whispered. She groaned and slowly pulled her head off of my shoulder and looked at me sleepily.
“Hey…” she murmured, looking at me through half-closed eyes. “Are we (hic) back yet?”
“Yes, we’re back. Now you can get a good night’s sleep. We could both use one.”
“Mm-hm.” she muttered as I gently sat her down on her bed.
“Did you manage to get everything out of your system?” I asked, channeling my mother whenever I’d caught the flu. “Should I leave a bucket or something here just in case?”
“Nuh-uh.”
“Alright. If you need anything, just let me know.” I said as I got up. I stopped as I felt something take hold of the hem of my shirt. I looked down and saw the hem caught in a small blue glow. She never ceased to impress me; even in her alcohol-addled state, magic came just as easily and as naturally to her as walking or breathing.
“Don’t leave…” she whispered. I opened my mouth to protest but stopped after seeing the look of pseudo-desperation on her face. I took a deep breath and sat back down.
“Don’t worry, I won’t.” I promised her. “Would you like me to tuck you in?” She looked up at me quizzically. “Here, lie down under the covers and I’ll show you.” She did so. With that, I tucked the sheets close to her body, creating a soft thermal shield around her. “There. How’s that?” I asked.
“That’s…nice…” she murmured, a small smile gracing her muzzle as her eyes closed. Again, I got up to leave and once more, a small tug of magic stopped me.
“Guess you were serious about that after all,” I muttered with a yawn as I carefully laid down on the bed beside her, grateful that it was queen-sized.
I could’ve sworn I felt something snuggle up against me as I fell asleep.
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3590657
Gotcha. Will fix. Thanks for the head's up! I must've misread the info or was thinking about another ship.
3590657
I have. It was most definitely a joke based on reckless exaggeration.
3590657
Another joke, sir.
3590854 I know, but I just cringe every time I see or hear that quote...
Same thing with supermoon and superstorm.
(oh god help me i'm cringing at myself)
3591072
I'll admit that it wasn't one of my better ones but I think I'm finally past the point when I need to spout overused movie quotes.
It's clear that Cole likes Trixie's company, but I cant figure out if he is attracted to her and just cant admit it to himself, or if he genuinely doesn't see her in a romantic fashion.
Not much happening here, but it's nice to see these two have some downtime after all that they've been through. Curious to see how they handle just sitting around.
Till next time!
we finally reach the fabled romance arc... and Cole doesn't realize that he has been suppressing those same feelings since the John De Lancie voiced cousins visited them, mien gott he is dense
waiting for more my freakishly good author *doffs top hat*
3593676
Why thank you good sir!
3593561
"Sitting around". Tee hee...(grins maniacally)
3593924 *LakieLegion starts doffing top hat furiously, the hat becoming a blur, his mustachioed friend
decides to stat twizzling his moustache just as furiously, starting to cause a facial hair fire*
(if you get what that is from, then you are a god)
3594928
Would you be kind enough to explain that one to me?
3594936 of course, i shall enlighten thee
the the popular finished webcomic Problem Sleuth, the main character, Problem Sleuth, has a few characters that he meets that resemble himself and his friends, one of which is a dapper gentleman with a moustache, at one point he twizzles his moustache to the point of facial hair fire... hence my comment
3595090
Thanks for clearing that up!
3595114 you are welcome!
now i must go! to pet the chickens and eat buttered toast!
I'm just waiting for the next day...
"Cole,I'm pregnant... and you're the father!"
"Eeynope!"
Update?...
3694291
Soon, I promise!mI'm still in Costa Rica but I'll be back in 3 days.
3694495 So be it!
Guess you in proper inspiration before writing about Risa any way...
Thank goodness neither of them have bought a Horga'hn yet.
3699883 Give it time...
3722532
Glad you like it! I would love to hear what you enjoyed specifically and any criticisms you might have as well.
3590547
I most certainly meant 165 meters. That's not a large ship by any means and the best choice by far for my setting.
3699883
Forgive my ignorance but what exactly is a "Horga'hn"?
3752550 memory-beta.wikia.com/wiki/Horga'hn
Edit:
answered on the next page.
Actually, Barclay was on the Enterprise when he got addicted to the holodeck. He helped get the Voyager home from the Delta Quadrant while assigned to Starfleet on Earth.
Edit: I'm full of useless trivia.