Tricky Concert

by Silent Strider

Encore

Celestia raised the sun from the balcony and went back inside, sitting at the breakfast table where Twilight, Trixie, and Starry were waiting. Trixie picked the conversation from where it had stopped. “So, what did Luna do to that pompous oaf after we left?”

“After the younger Silverheart woke up Luna decided to play dress up with him. She and Discord took turns deciding which outfit he would wear, and Luna even got him to pose up by declaring that if he didn’t cooperate she would charge him with two counts of attempted murder of a princess. Discord photographed everything, of course, and I hear Blueblood received a copy of the photos so he could keep the baron’s son in line in the future.”

Twilight lifted her eyebrow. “Luna must be getting soft if that was his only punishment.”

Celestia’s laughter sounded crystal clear. “Oh, not at all. That was just for the pies and cakes incident. For the actual act of sabotage and putting those young ponies’ lives at risk she decided that the younger Silverheart shall work as a clown at schools and hospitals, under Discord’s supervision, for a few months. I do agree with that suggestion, and knowing the elder Silverheart like I do I have no doubts that he will also support his son’s punishment.” Celestia winked. “Specially after he learns that he could have grievously hurt two princesses; he is quite fond of Luna, if I recall correctly.”

Starry, her earlier grief forgotten after Luna and Twilight had forgiven her and a good night’s sleep, commented wishfully: “I wish I could see that.”

“Well, I can find when and where he will be working as a clown if you want to see, and I have the photos of his little dress up session here.”

The four mares spent the next half hour voting on which outfit was the funniest (the sexy maid won by a landslide) and laughing. Twilight avoided thinking about how pleasant the day was shaping up to be, with a day of delicious study ahead and a repeat of the previous day’s show for the evening, though; she might not be superstitious, but she wasn’t about to tempt fate again.

Author's Note:

Feel free to point flaws, errors, or to make suggestions; I'm here to learn.

Comments

[Mooncalf]

Nice story, and well handled. Well written, too.

I enjoyed seeing Twilight and Trixie work together, as well as act nice to each other, and Twilight recognizing that Trixie is fairly powerful and capable in her own right. Particularly the bit where she intimidated the guy with a makeshift cloak, a stormcloud and a lot of acting, that was golden.

Discord's part was fun too. I'll have to read your other stories later. Always nice to see him help out in his own mischievous way.

I'm going to add this story to some Trixie groups, if you don't mind. It needs more attention.

[Silent Strider]

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Thanks for the praise and the suggestions

Well, Trixie's cutie mark seems to be related to magic, and according to Lauren Faust she also attended the same magic school as Twilight, so I tend to assume that she excels at her specialty. Besides, my favorite class in D&D was always the illusionist
(And I do love some Twilight and Trixie friendshipping )

My other stories involving Discord are the ones linked in this fic's description, BTW. The first one, Discord Comics, show were the OC pegasus filly comes from, while Dream Sparkle, while featuring very little of Discord, shows what that bit with the giant birdcage and pink plastic bubble is about. A bit of a warning though, Dream Sparkle was somewhat rushed, which is more visible in it's fourth chapter; I really have to rewrite that chapter someday.

Feel free to add this story to any relevant groups. I didn't start to explore them yet; I only learned about FIMFiction a few days before 2014, and my read later list is still too large for me to consider using groups to increase it

[Emperor Of Nothing]

I have added this story to my new recommendation group here.

[Prince Leviathan]

This was a nice story. Short but to the point.
I loved this line

“Trixie, don’t you think you exaggerated a tiny bit?”
Trixie looked back at the house; even now faint whimpering could be heard coming from inside.
“No.”