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// The Bet 
// Story: A Tangled Web We Weave 
// by BellChime 
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"Race you guys!" Scootaloo called, her body taking on a pale blue tint from the projection from which it was being viewed. 

"No, no!" Sweetie Belle hissed. "We gotta be subtle."

“And that’s what they’re doing!” Said Discord happily, as he closed the portal he'd summoned to view the four fillies' scheme with. “Doesn’t that sound delicious?”

“Ha, ha,” Trixie answered flatly. “Hilarious.”

Discord squinted at her. “Really? You don’t sound very amused.”

“Nothing delicious is going to happen. Duh.” Trixie told him. “They’d be lucky to even get train tickets, what with Princess Killjoy tightening the security ever since her coronation,”

Discord, annoyed at being quashed, glared at the magician. “Well, I think it’s going to be delicious.”

"Trixie thinks it’s going to be a disaster.” Trixie yawned. “Trixie'd bet her boots it will all have some boring anticlimax before it even begins.”

“Bet your-? Trixie Lulamoon, you don’t even have boots!”

“Yeah. And the Great And Powerful Trixie wouldn't lose them if she did. ‘Cause this is stupid, as usual.”

“OHHHH!” Discord was furious now. “Alright, Miss Lulamoon, you wanna bet? Let’s make a bet.”

“OK.” Trixie smirked. “Might be fun to see the tantrum you throw when you undeniably lose.”

“So,” Discord hissed, “Let’s see: When you undeniably lose-” Trixie, brimming with confidence, just continued to smirk. “Since you don’t have boots you...you spend the day as a chicken.”

“Deal. And you spend the day as an orderly, unchaotic pony with no magic. Oh, and one more thing. Fairness."

"What about fairness-oooooohhh, chaos magic, right... Now, now, let's not be hasty. I wasn't even going to interfere anyways...I, experienced with chaos as I am, wouldn't even need to interfere win!"

"Trixie knows from lots of picnics with Starlight how much you love winning though."

"Hmph. Picky, picky. Fine. Let's have a contract, then..." Discord snapped his fingers, conjuring up a scroll with fancy writing. He smirked. “Sound good, Trixie Lulamoon?”

Trixie squinted. “Um. Can Trixie be given a moment to look at this?”

“Sure! More time to me to use my incredible magic powers to win this bet and speed your descent to chickendom!”

Trixie gulped. She read it.




I, Discord, the undersigned, solemnly swear that…



I, Discord, the undersigne shall not use my powers to create conveniently chaotic happenings to aid the crusaders and pink princess pony (henceforth known as-The Kiddos) in their quest to impersonate a lawyer. (Henceforth known as-the Caper)



I, Discord, the undersigned, solemnly swear that I shall tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth in relation to the Caper of the Kiddos.



I, Discord, the undersigned, will remain strictly claws off in the Caper of the Kiddos.





Then she read it again. Then she looked at it through a magnifying glass. There was no hidden clauses or fine print. It seemed legit.

"Fine, here,"

Discord giggled gleefully (in a way that would have made Trixie very nervous if he weren't about to sign a binding contract restricting him from his chaos magic) conjured a flashy orange fountain pen, and signed the document with a flourish and a wink, then offered his pen to have Trixie do the same. 

The two bombastic signatures were practically blinding in the pen's glittering pink ink.

"Excellent," Said Trixie, who, despite her initial suspicion, was greatly reassured by Discord's promises. "Well,” She said smugly, adjusting her hat, “May the best better win,"

"May the best better win," Discord echoed, his eyes sparkling.