Two Hundred · 10:44pm Oct 30th, 2017
IN WHICH I KEEP MY WORD
I promised once I found a public computer, things would happen. Well, here we go! I still don't have a new laptop yet, but this'll do. I finished a short story I intend to upload tomorrow for Halloween. I want to thank all my readers who stood by me and encouraged me during this rough time. How I managed to gain 25 followers during my hiatus baffles me, but I guess it means I did something right.
As is my custom with a milestone blogpost like this one, here's a bit of story that I otherwise cannot publish here. In this case, it's a "novelization" (so to speak) of the Anon-A-Miss story, which happens to break one of FimFic's rules as the majority of dialogue is still Ted Anderson's. This particular bit is the part I took the most liberty with because I wanted to turn up the sexy. Enjoy!
Amidst the fallout from Anon-A-Miss’s gossip-mongering lay an unusual and perhaps ironic circle of calm: Trixie Lulamoon, known throughout the school for her massive ego and delusions of grandeur (indicated in part by speaking of herself in the third person), as well her love of watching others suffer. Trixie accessed her locker in an empty dead-end hall as the lunch period began to put away her morning textbooks when she heard footsteps stop immediately behind her. She did not turn around, but had a fair idea who her visitor was. Her suspicions were confirmed when the visitor spoke.
“Hello, Trixie,” said Sunset Shimmer, an undercurrent of anger in her voice.
Trixie, not one to be easily intimidated, turned around to face Sunset with a broad, sly grin. “Ah, Miss Sunset. My former comrade and mentor. How are you today?”
“I’ve been better.”
“Such a pity to hear that,” Trixie said with absolutely no sincerity.
“Can it, Trixie,” Sunset near-growled, her voice as low as she could get it. “I know what you’ve been doing. You’re Anon-A-Miss, aren’t you?”
“Ha!” Trixie could not help but let out a hearty guffaw. “I wish! She’s stirred up this pathetic school more than Trixie ever could! As far as Trixie is concerned, Anon-A-Miss deserves a medal.”
“The Trixie’s Great And Powerful Commendation for the Dissemination of Chaos and Destruction, bestowed by and upon Trixie,” Sunset snipped.
“As always, you give me far too much credit.” Trixie looked around her to make sure the two of them were the only ones around. Once she had, she turned around on Sunset and pushed her up against a locker. Sunset, clearly used to this, made no expression until Trixie began stroking her cheek.
“You never change,” Sunset said, frowning. “Even back in junior high, you were a massive pain in my flank.”
“Neither do you,” retorted Trixie, “Which is why your entire life here has been a lie. Hasn’t it, Miss Phoenix Rays, my dear tutor? I’m sure you had your reasons for leaving your old job to pose as a high school student, but you’d think someone else besides me would have noticed your little makeover – ditching the deep-red wig, out-of-style clothing, and thick glasses – the other students here are so… stupid. After all – pardon me for being 3½ years late on this dig – there aren’t too many freshman girls in this city who already have these.”
Trixie placed her right hand on Sunset’s large left breast, then ran it down her body, tracing the concave curve of her waist before arriving at Sunset’s hip, then moving it back to rub her butt. Before Sunset could say anything, Trixie moved in and kissed her cheek.
“W-would you stop that!?” Sunset snapped in protest, her cheeks blushing involuntarily.
“Why? It’s not like you’re in any danger of getting fired this time.” Trixie ran her left hand from Sunset’s right hip until it cupped her right breast. She gave it a quick squeeze before turning to pet Sunset’s hair.
“Because I don’t swing that way and you know it. Go after a girl your own age and orientation. Please. …And I swear if you lick my face again I’ll punch you.”
Trixie sighed as she extricated herself from Sunset. “Well, can’t say Trixie didn’t try her best. My point is, Sunset, you have more than a few secrets that we both know you don’t want revealed. If I’d wanted to destroy you, I could simply tell everyone what I already know. That’s far easier than setting up a fake social media account, stealing your phone twice and/or hacking it, and then posting whatever dirt I found. You know me; I always prefer the direct approach.”
“Clearly,” Sunset snarked. “So you’re telling me you don’t know who she is?”
“Why, I had assumed you were,” replied Trixie at maximum smugness. “It’s certainly within your traditional M.O. Let’s see… You tricked your friends, stole their secrets, and posted them on a public forum for everyone to see. All of that after you spent six weeks gaining their trust. I couldn’t have done it any better.”
“But I didn’t.”
Trixie had already turned to walk away, either to lunch or, if the queue was too long, to the vending machine to buy some peanut butter crackers, but the former pupil still needed to twist the knife one last time.
“Remember what you told me all those years ago when you were still my tutor? You said facts are facts, but they’re often irrelevant in the court of public opinion. Ninety percent of people are idiots who create their own truth regardless of the evidence. So, always question everything. Never trust anyone blindly. If you do, you might get hurt. Who would have believed you’d forget your own lesson?”
“I never forgot it, Trixie. I… learned that life can be so much more if you allow.”
“Keep telling yourself that; it’s worked out so well thus far. Ta-ta.”
And with a slow wave, Trixie disappeared behind a corner, and Sunset was back to zero in her search for the identity of Anon-A-Miss.
There you go. That was just one of several chapters – I converted the entire 48-page comic into prose. I could have easily gone further with the SunTrix insanity, but held back. I hope you enjoyed this little snippet. As always, I love hearing from all y'all. Like I said, more stuff is coming from me soon. Next blogpost will probably be an Author's Notes rather than my intended "I'M BACK, BABY!" since, technically, I'm not. I'm sitting in a public library hoping no one notices I'm on a site about ponies and really wanting to apply some Germ-X. 
Anyway, that's what's happening in my neck of the woods. Thank you for everything.
Peace out!
Very good to see you again. Your fans are still here and will be glad to see more from you whenever it gets done. Best of luck.
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Thank you so much!
My latest Burritoverse fic just posted (it's been on the site for over a month; I just wasn't able to properly format it), and I've got a special Halloween fic coming tomorrow. After that, we'll see.
Woo! 200!
Apologies for missing 199; things have been interesting of late. But I'm glad you're back-ish and I hope that trend continues, even as I'm sorry to hear about present circumstances and I hope... I dunno. Happy returns, rich blessings, something like that? Nothing I can specifically think of seems to quite fit.
(Also one of these days I need to seek out the original Anon-A-Miss story...)