//------------------------------// // Great and powerful... // Story: The Wicked Stepmother // by DreamWings //------------------------------// Rainbow Dash looked on terrified. Her Father chuckled and tapped her under the chin before walking through the door and looking around her house. "Well speedy," he said to his daughter, "you've done well for yourself. This really seems like a nice place-- big too." Rainbow Dash remained silent. Trixie wandered over to Blitz's side and rested her head on his shoulder. He smiled, whilst Rainbow remained at a loss of what to do. "And you've got yourself a steady job with the weather ponies here. Good for you." Blitz turned to look at the rainbow-maned mare behind him. Still she didn't move from her fairly vacant expression. "What's eating you speedy? Aren't you happy to see me?" "Maybe it would be best if I go to check on my carriage," Trixie told him. He nodded and she moved towards the door. Then just as she was about to leave she said, "See you soon sugar lump." Rainbow could have just about vomited there and then. Trixie left and the father and daughter were left staring at one another. Blitz rubbed the back of his head. "So-- how've you been doing here speedy?" Rainbow glared at him. He took a deep breath and walked closer to her but she merely stepped backwards away from him. "Look, I know this might seem really strange--" he started. Rainbow cut him off. "Strange?! Strange? Oh yeah because my Dad showing up with Trixie isn't strange." She snorted. Blitz rubbed his mane anxiously. "So you've already met Trixie then?" "Met her? She's-- she's-- horrible. Do you know how hard it is to fly with one massive wing?" "No." "Well I do, and it's all because of her. What's she doing here?" The more she spoke the angrier she became. This was the worst thing possible to come about-- and she loved her Dad so much. "Trixie--Trixie's my-- fiance," Blitz stuttered. "And I won't have you saying rude things about her young filly." "YOUNG FILLY!!" Rainbow Dash bellowed, "She's the same age as me. You're going out with somepony the same age as your daughter!" Blitz looked at the annoyance coming from the mare and puffed up his chest. "Now listen here, Trixie might be around about the same age as you but that just means that you're an adult too, and should behave as one. You're behaving like a silly foal Rainbow Dash." Rainbow's glare intensified. "Better to be a silly foal than actually getting married to one." She excersised her use of impressive snorts again. Her Father copied this noise unintentionally. "She makes me happy speedy--" His lips quivered and he sank onto the floor. "It's been a long time since I've felt happy." Rainbow watched him slide downwards off his pedastal, a single tear falling down his cheek. She'd never seen him cry before-- not since she was very young. Her anger subsided slightly and she went and put her hoof awkwardly around her Father. She didn't hold it there for long-- not sure how to cope with affection. Anger was by far easier than this. "I just don't get it. How did you even meet her?" "Well-- it goes like this....." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I was visiting a friend in Fillidelphia-- they're eldest son was ill in hospital and they needed somepony to help work the business with them, which I said I'd do. Technically I owed them anyway since they looked after you so often growing up. Anyway, I'd been given a list of supplies I had to collect from the city so I'd set off on the local bus and gone to find them. It was in the town that I'd seen her. She was performing some sort of magic show, nopony paying too much attention to her, poor thing so I stuck around a bit to watch it. It seemed only fair that somepony should take an interest in what she was doing; everypony else was shunning her and I didn't feel like it was fair. Poor thing had tons of cuts and grazes on her body and didn't look like she'd eaten anything in weeks. As a proper Gentlecolt I had to do something-- especially since I had a daughter her own age-- so I offered to take her for a meal somewhere and get fed. Thankfully she accepted. I ran off to do my chores and then came back to her. And that's how it all started. I began to go on a daily basis to give her something to eat and then we started going out to places together. We really hit it off you know? I never thought after your Mother died I would ever meet anypony to care for this much again-- but I did. And I've never been more happy speedy. Truly. I just wish you'd feel the same way. Eventually you're going to have to get used to it. Trixie will be your stepmother and-- I'm sorry-- nothing you say can change my mind.