//------------------------------// // Chapter three: Sweet Apple Playdate // Story: The Sweet and Adorable Agent Trixie // by Foal Star //------------------------------// The next morning, Trixie was being pushed down the street in a stroller and she couldn’t help but squeak and squirm with everypony watching her. It was so infuriating, she hated this town and almost everypony in it, especially when all they’d do is daww and coo at her. But she endured it while hugging her spy teddy close to her, she was looking forward to using it. Twilight didn’t trust her and had been rather cautious around her. Trixie knew Applejack most likely will be the same, but Zecora was basically her daughter at this point. She could pretend to be her friend and then ask for some information. But Trixie didn’t notice that Twilight looked down at her as she commented. “Well, you're looking rather smug this morning?” Trixie grumbled before replying. “Oh just tinking tat I can’t wait to pway with Zecowa.” She hugged her teddy even more tightly as Twilight snickered. “Oh, you can’t be separated from your teddy. Did you give him a name yet?” “Um, I dun know, guess Ursa is fine…” Trixie growled. She really hated the patronizing but she can’t blow her cover. “Guess that’s a good name...I think I had a teddy named Ursa…” Twilight mumbled as she continued to push the stroller down the street, eventually reaching the farmhouse with the orchard surrounding it. And Trixie was soon placed down in a playpen alongside Zecora. The little toddler squealed, hugging the little blue foal and nuzzling her. “Oh I'm so glad you came! Come on, I wanna twy to bring you back to fame!” “Put me down and stop with the rhyming!” Trixie shouted as she kicked about in annoyance. “Eep, sorry!” Zecora apologized as she did as Trixie asked, placing the little foal down. Twilight looked down with a smile. “Looks like they're getting along well.” “I hope so, but just to be safe I’m gonna keep an eye on the two,” Applejack grumbled, still unsure of the situation. “After all that we’ve been through since this foal pandemic started, I ain’t takin’ chances.” The two mares sat down on the couch and Zecora took her friend aside, seeing that there were a few interesting things from among the random objects in the playpen. Among them were a few pink balls as Zecora showed them and exclaimed! “These awe my smoke bombs! I made it with foaw powdew, but I wefined it to cweate mowe of a cloud. It shouwd help ya with youw iwwusions.” “Oh weawwy?” The little blue coated filly whispered, rather amazed upon picking them up and seeing how soft they were. “So ya put wike a base awound it?” “Yeah! It’s a pwastic but it’ww buwst on contact when thrown.” Zecora explained. Trixie smirked thinking that it would be a good distraction for helping her find Twilight’s secrets. She then turned to see a little spray bottle and picked it up. She looked it over, wondering what it was. “Hey, what’s tis?” “Oh tat is somethin’ speciaw. Watch!” Zecora replied as she picked up the spray bottle. She then sprayed Trixie’s diaper, making the little filly’s diaper appear to vanish. “Hey! How did ya do tat?!” The little filly squeaked as she shoved her hooves over herself, suddenly afraid of being naked. Zecora burst into a fit of giggles. “Hehe, see?! Wooks wike ya dun have a diapee now.” Trixie scrunched her legs, hearing the crinkling from the padding as a smirk grew on her face. This would be even more useful than the smoke bombs! With this spray she could turn her teddy invisible and sneak it somewhere for hiding while Twilight isn’t noticing. “Tis is gweat! How did ya make tis!” She asked Zecora. Zecora got out a small notepad and flipped through the pages. “Hewe it is, a few mushwooms, sap from an owd oak tree in ta evewfwee fowest, and nectaw of the poison joke.” “What poison joke?! It not gonna do anythin to me, wight?!” Trixie squeaked in fright. The little zebra shook her head. “No, I distiwwed it. Ta magicaw pwopites have been weduced and it doesn’t wast wong either.” Trixie looked down to see her diaper had reappeared and groaned. “Ya can make it wast wongew, wight?” “Maybew. I gots to be cawefuw with poison joke, dun wana end up being a baby cow ow something wike tat.” Zecora explained with a blush. Trixie just shook her head, hopeful of finding a way to make the spray last longer since it might come in handy. She then took one of the smoke balls and she tossed it up and down with a playful smile. She then tossed one of the smokeballs at Zecora, making a giant cloud of foal powder explode! The little zebra coughed as she rolled out and shouted! “Oh yeah! Two can pway that game!” She then tossed one of the smoke balls but Trixie dodged it as she rolled out of the way and soon the two were tossing smoke balls at each other until then the entire living room was covered in foal powder! Twilight and Applejack wheezed as they got up, waving their hooves in their faces. The unicorn had to light up her horn to dispel the smoke around her. The farm mare then turned her attention to the foals and snapped. “Zecora, stop doin’ that right now!” Zecora’s cheeks flushed pink as she replied. “Sowie didn’t mean fow tat stuff to get evewywhewe.” “Yeah, we just pwaying.” Trixie replied while shooting some cute puppy dog eyes. Twilight was a bit curious as she picked one of the balls. “Huh? This is pretty intricate. Zecora, you refined the foal powder and put it under pressure using an aerosoul?” “Yeah! It was hawd but Mama helped!” Zecora squealed, clapping her hooves in delight. Applejack rolled her eyes and replied. “Trust me, you should be glad smoke is all that came out of that.” The little zebra blushed and continued. “Yeah sowie about ta goo, and ta applesauce, ta foam….” “Alright, we get it.” Applejack snickered as she picked up the little zebra and nuzzled her. She then placed Zecora down. The zebra then waddled over and hugged her new friend, ruffling her mane. “Now I tink it’s time we twy showin’ ya how to use ta potty instead of ya diapees!” “Yeah! Tat sounds wike a gweat idea!” Trixie agreed in excitement! Applejack led the foals to the bathroom, pulling out a well worn plastic bowl. “Trixie, Zecora’s gonna let you borrow her trainin’ potty. Be careful with it, it’s an Apple family heirloom. It’s been in the family since Apple Bloom was a foal.” “Bu wha about Zecowa?” Trixie asked as she saw the little zebra being stripped of her diaper. Zecora grinned. “Mama’s got somethin’ speciaw fow me ‘cause I fuwwy potty twained now. If ya get good at using ta potty you might be abwe to do it too.” Applejack just replied by groaning, moving a bit of a worn soft plastic seat over the rim of the toilet bowl and fixing it into place. “Zecora, I’m only doin’ this ‘cause Trixie doesn’t have her own potty and I ain’t got time now to go buy one,” She then bent down, helping the little zebra up. “I don’t quite think you’re ready to start usin’ the toilet yet, but for the sake of this demonstration it’ll have to do.” Zecora just kept on grinning as she was delicately placed on the child seat on top of the normal toilet seat. “Wow, it so soft!” She exclaimed while looking down at Trixie! “Okay, you gotta take off ya diapee and sit on ta potty.” “Otay, and then what?” Trixie asked, expecting some sort of magic trick that would speed up the clock. She was too impatient to consider the normal process. Applejack only replied. “Then you just sit there until I say you can get up. If you do anythin’, I’ll wipe you up and then empty out the potty. If not, well you just try again the next time you think you have to go.” Meanwhile, Zecora was happily declaring! “Wook, Mama, wook! I going potty in ta big potty!” And she could be heard audibly tinkling as the splashing echoed off the bowl. Trixie, for her part, became jealous. She clumsily fiddled about with the tabs on her own diaper to try and undo it, and was quite humiliated when Applejack had to come over to help her do it. “I dun need hewp! I can do tis!” Trixie insisted and started trying to crawl toward the training potty. But she wasn’t prepared for the sudden temperature difference now that her bottom was bare. Just before Trixie reached the potty, she felt a sudden warmth down her legs and the foal eeped as she saw a huge puddle forming underneath her! Frantically, she scrambled to the potty and sat down, hoping to get some of it into the potty. But only a few drops made it in. The farm mare only sighed. “Don’t feel too bad, Trixie. Foals do that sometimes. Apple Bloom especially was really bad at this.” And she fought back a blush as she thought. “And it used to be worse when we didn’t have potties.” As for Zecora, she wanted to hop down from her seat to console Trixie but didn’t dare due to how high up she seemed to be. Still, she tried to console her new friend from afar. “Is okay, ya twied.” However, the little foal couldn’t help but feel jealousy anew wash over her. And it didn’t help that nothing else would come out of her. After the little “accident” in the bathroom was taken care of and both foals were wiped clean (Zecora remained in diapers so as not to make Trixie feel bad), they were taken back downstairs with Applejack plopping the two troublemakers back in the kitchen. “Now you two just stay put. We can work on potty trainin’ some more later on if you both behave, okay?” Both foals nodded as Applejack then got out a cut up peanut butter and apple jelly sandwich for Zecora, and fed applesauce to Trixie. Once lunchtime was over, both foals were taken upstairs to Zecora’s bedroom. It was rather cute with stuffed animals everywhere, and there was a toy chest along with a table full of child-friendly flasks, test tubes and a small cauldron. Both were then placed in Zecora’s bed as Applejack then put up the rails. “Alright, you're gonna take a nap now: No ifs, ands or buts about it. And no makin’ any potions without supervision, Zecora.” “Otay, Mama.” The little zebra grumbled but reluctantly nodded in confirmation. The foals were then kissed on the foreheads and as Applejack left the room Trixie turned over and asked Zecora. “Hey um...gots a question, Zecowa...is there anythin’ happenin’ on ta farm?” “Oh, nothing too cwazy. Some fwuit bats started coming over and sucking out juice but nothing ewse weawwy.” The little zebra replied. Trixie smirked, that sounded like some useful information to give. “Weww, tat’s intwesting. Teww me mowe...” “Weww, tey just coming by and sucking ta juice fwom ta abbwes,” Zecora went on explaining. “But it’s not that bad. Mama and hew famiwy keeps them fwom wuining the owchawd.” “Yeah, but...oh nevewmind…” Trixie grumbled. She then took her teddy and laid back wondering if that was even useful. It’d been almost two days and she hadn’t gotten any useful information. But she was making friends, that might get them to lower their guard more. But she had to get something truly useful before Starlight came back or she was going to stay like this for a long time.