Trixie is Pregnant and It's Twilight's Problem

by TheCrimsonDM

Chapter Nine: Of Lessons and Love

Trixie found herself sitting on bed upstairs and attempting to read some cobbled together journal Twilight had about friendship. In all honesty all it was were copied collections of every letter Twilight had sent to Princess Celestia. Once a week… for just over a year. Trixie quickly finished them but they felt more like lectures and folk tales then actual sense.

Trixie found herself asking yet another question as she studied them. “How exactly does realizing Pinkie Pie is psychic, relate to anything other than being terrified of her?”

Twilight offered a patient smile. She’d been sitting in front of the bed answering such questions for fifteen minutes now. “It’s not about how she’s psychic it’s about how I reacted poorly to a new experience and failed to believe in my friend.”

“Even Trixie doesn’t believe this and she has witnessed the pink pony’s strangeness first hoof.”

Twilight was still offering that smile. The longer Trixie stared at it the more she felt like it was less friendly and more smug. As if Twilight was saying, ‘I’m smarter than you if you can’t understand this.’ It was really starting to grate on Trixie’s nerves.

“And, how, pray tell did you learn about anything from Rarity being selfish, stuck up, and taking over Rainbow Dash’s contest like the mare she is?”

Twilight frowned. A much better look for the mare, or at least one Trixie was more comfortable with. “Rarity isn’t… well she used to be a little more um… self interested. She has changed a lot since then. She’s learned that by taking care of others first she takes care of herself too.”

Trixie felt herself frowning. “So she’s just a pushover who doesn’t care about herself now? How is that any better than being stuck on herself and acting like all unicorns have to be stuck up, rich, and elegant.”

Twilight didn’t’ look like she quite knew how to answer Trixie’s question. “Um… I don’t…” Twilight bit her lower lip. “Well there have been times where Rarity has made certain comments towards Applejack, and me and… um… she is better now?”

Trixie smiled. “Oh, maybe that will help Trixie understand better. What has Rarity said?”

Twilight sat down. “I shouldn’t really say it out loud.”

“Please, Trixie feels she might understand how Rarity grew into a better pony if she knew.”

Twilight bit her lower lip, her eyes darted from side to side and then she nearly whispered. “I heard Rarity call Applejack a um… dirty pony once. L-like the derogative term… It was a long, long time ago but I think… maybe she was um…”

Trixie’s smile grew even more. The poor unicorn in front of her had no idea there was a difference between dirt pony and dirty pony, this was getting fun. “So let Trixie get this straight. She used to say some very hurtful things about ponies she felt were under her, but it’s okay now because she has stopped?”

Twilight nodded. “Well it’s not that simple but… mostly.”

Trixie beamed. “Then Trixie will just have to stop saying hurtful things and she will be friends with everypony right?”

Twilight looked concerned but replied. “I think that’s only the first step…”

Trixie was finally getting it. Pretend to be a different pony. A ‘better’ pony. If she did that more ponies would frolic to her greatness and she could bathe in their warm loving glow. How had she not figured this out sooner? If she wanted to be important she had to give ponies a reason to love her, other than simply existing and being both the greatest, and best magician ever. She could do that, for those oh so needy ponies she could offer them some kindness in return. Or was it generosity. Oh did it matter?

Twilight seemed displeased with her profound realization. “Trixie, I think this might take more work.”

Trixie put a hoof to her chest. “Preposterous. You yourself are teaching Trixie of friendship, and you are the best equipped for such a task are you not. Trixie shall get the hang of this in her very next conversation.”

Twilight’s cheeks turned a shade of pink. “B-best?”

Trixie reached out and flicked the floof on Twilight’s chest with her hoof. “Oh, yes, yes you are.”

Twilight took a step back her cheeks turning a deeper shade. “Oh, um, okay. So we’ll keep trying until you get it. I’ll invite somepony over soon and you can spend some time with them. Um… anypony you like so far?”

Trixie felt satisfied with making Twilight feel awkward her victory, though small, was a fun one. “Fluttershy wasn’t so bad. She seemed friendly enough but that big doof Rainbow Dash dragged her away against her will.”

Twilight looked away and at the bookshelf. “That was unfortunate. Of all my friends I felt her and Pinkie would be the best ones to start with but after realizing you don’t need so much excitement I don’t think Pinkie’s a great idea. At least not unsupervised.”

Trixie offered a sly grin. “Oh you trust Trixie to be left unsupervised with your friends?”

Twilight nodded. “Of course, you’re an adult you know.”

Trixie blinked. “Oh… well Trixie supposes she is, isn’t she.”

Twilight frowned again. “What does that mean?”

“Trixie is hardly 18 years old, you know.”

Twilight blinked. “Oh, so we’re pretty close in age then.”

“Trixie supposes so.” Trixie hopped off the bed and walked over to Twilight’s bed.

Twilight’s voice came out a bit broken. “Um.. everything okay?”

Trixie looked under the bed and with a pull of her telekinetic aura she dragged out a few magazines of ill repute. “Trixie is just fine, but could she get some of that unsupervised time now? Or are you going to make her use the bathroom like a teenager.”

Twilight’s face was a deep shade of red. “H-hey! Those are mine!”

“Trixie knows, this is a library after all isn’t’ it?”

“B-but those aren’t part of the library, they’re private!”

Trixie opened one up to see the most delightful, terrible things. “Oh, yes, yes they are.”

Trixie actually climbed onto Twilight’s bed laying on her belly as she flipped through the pages. “Not many stallions in these books eh?”

Twilight’s face was so red it lost all traces of lavender it once had. “T-T-Trixie!”

“Yes?”

“Stop looking at those!”

Trixie glanced up at her. “Oh, Twilight, do not worry, it’s nothing new for me. I’ve already done most of these-“ she flipped a page and her heart stopped. “-never mind.” She closed the magazine and set it down. “I will certainly look at these later but Trixie had no idea you had such diverse interests.”

Twilight marched over and her aura surrounded the magazine lifting them up and away from Trixie. “No. Bad Trixie.”

She placed them under the bed again. “Not for you.”

Trixie giggled. “Oh you are delightfully innocent aren’t you?”

Twilight stomped a hoof. “Twilight is not innocent!”

Trixie blinked. “Did you just?”

Twilight turned around. “Nothing in the past five minutes has ever happened.” Her horn lit up and she disappeared in a flash of bright pink light. Somehow torturing Twilight as her ‘friend’ was actually more fun than tormenting her as an enemy ever could be. It was like playing with a cat’s ears. She could do this all day, and better yet, Twilight wasn’t’ actually a cat so there was no chance of her being scratched for her efforts to amuse herself… speaking of which.

Trixie slipped those magazines back out seeing as how Twilight wasn’t going to be up here bothering her for at least a few good minutes. Spike seemed to have vanished at some point as well. Well idle hooves are Lord Tirek’s playthings as they say.

Twilight sat downstairs sipping at a cup of tea while Spike was in the kitchen cleaning the mess from the meal this morning. She laid her head down and let out an exasperated sigh. That mare, she was more of a hooful than Twilight thought she’d be. It seemed the more comfortable she was here the more challenging she was becoming. This was frustrating to say the least and she was almost certain that Trixie was misunderstanding the friendship lessons on purpose.

Not to mention the way Trixie kept touching her. It was weird… and felt good. Twilight shook her head. It was not the time to be thinking weird thoughts.

Spike spoke up. “You fed up yet?”

She couldn’t let him know how she felt. “No, I’m just tired.”

“Okay.” Spike was using a butter knife to scrape some of the gunk out of the stove top. Something she found a little grating to listen too but knew needed done.

What was she going to do? Introducing Trixie to her friends hadn’t gone according to plan, at least Trixie and Rainbow Dash made up even if it meant that Rainbow Dash now had the wrong idea of what was going on. Was it even worth arguing that idea? It’s not like she could convince Rainbow otherwise. When she got something stuck in her noggin she was worse than Pinkie… not that Pinkie was bad, or annoying, or anything negative.

She was just… a lot to handle sometimes.

They all were.

Twilight was very bad at this whole friendship thing. She was far better at magic. How come Trixie couldn’t be here to learn magic instead? Twilight had no idea how to teach friendship, she hardly understood it herself. Was this friendship letter she wanted really worth it?

The answer was yes. Yes it was. Any extra attention from Celestia was worth practically dying for. She’d even gone right up to a mean old dragon for Celestia’s love-er affection. This was not even close to a dragon.

Spike intruded upon her thoughts. “You know Trixie was really quiet and scared when she first arrived.”

Twilight replied. “Yes, quiet… I like quiet.”

Spike laughed. “But she’s talking a lot more now. She’s even playful now.”

Twilight glared at him. “Playful?”

Spike looked at her. “Haven’t you noticed? She’s teasing you.”

“Teasing?”

“Yes, you know like something Rainbow Dash would do.”

Twilight frowned. “Rainbow Dash doesn’t tease me like that.”

“No she just puts whoopee cousins under your seat, give you magically disappearing ink in the middle of a serious study and moves your books to random places in the library and watches you until you figure it out and freak out.”

Twilight stared at him. “So… what are you saying? Trixie and Rainbow Dash have something in common?”

Spike let out a sigh. “Seriously? You can’t see it?”

“See what? I’m failing to understand what everypony’s obsession with picking on me is.”

Spike set his butter knife down, stood straight up on the counter and put his clawed hands on his hips. “What they have in common is they both like you enough to tease you. If they didn’t feel comfortable around you they wouldn’t tease you. Trixie would just be quiet and give you sharp mean comments, not try to goad you into your weirdly cute responses.”

Twilight stared at him. “So… I… I’m succeeding?”

Spike smiled. “At least you can say your Trixie’s friend.”

Twilight stood straight up. “Spike, I need a letter and a pen. I have a letter to send, the first of many.”