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// Prompt #472-In Which Weirdness Abounds 
// Story: Ponywatching 
// by ThunderTempest 
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“And that’s how my trip to Manehatten went!” said Vinyl Scratch, and Octavia sighed.

“I...have no idea what that story was,” said the cellist, pressing a hoof into her face, “Vinyl, honestly, your life is a series of completely unexplainable and utterly ridiculous events. How do you keep falling into these things? Where the heck did you even find an authentic leather riding crop, of all things?”

“Hey, I didn’t say I understood everything that went on this past week, but that’s what happened. Honestly, it got weird, even for me, on Thursday, when that multi-coloured pegasus got involved.”

Vinyl Scratch, by this point, had managed to get the blue and silver striped socks off her hooves. She couldn’t remember how she had ended up wearing them, but they had seemed to be glued to her. Then again, most of Saturday had been a long blur to the DJ, and there were some things in her bags that even she couldn’t explain. Just then, there was a knock at the door of the musician’s apartment, and Octavia answered it. She was greeted with a small explosion the moment she opened the door.

“Greetings, peon! Trixie has come here, to Canterlot, for the item that was promised to her!” Octavia held her face in a perfectly even expression while she regarded the unicorn in front of her, and then turned to face Vinyl.

“Vinyl? It’s for you,” said Octavia, mentally distancing herself from the weirdness that seemed to follow Vinyl Scratch everywhere. “If you need me, I’ll be in my room. With the door locked. Practicing my cello.” And with that, Octavia moved faster than Vinyl had ever seen her move before, practically galloping across the room and into her room. The door lock engaged with a strangely ominous click, and that was when Vinyl caught sight of their visitor.

“I’m not legally allowed to associate with you, Trixie.”

“Trixie has just come for the item that you promised her,” said the other unicorn, moving through the doorway, and into the apartment proper.

[Time]

“I’m still not legally allowed to be near you,” said Vinyl, scrambling over the back of the chair in a desperate effort to get as far away from the showmare as possible. “The last time we were apparently together, I ended up getting banned from performing for a month, and from several buildings permanently.”

Vinyl Scratch was not the most powerful unicorn ever, but she was decently talented, and quickly constructed a shimmering blue shield that blocked Trixie from getting any closer. Trixie regarded the wall of transparent magic with what could have been appreciation, before one spark from her horn forced a hole in it, and Trixie sauntered over to Vinyl, grasped the leather riding crop that was sticking out of Vinyl’s saddlebags and pulled it out, and leaned in close to whisper in Vinyl’s ear.

“Oh, did you think that would stop the Great and Powerful Trixie?”