As the sun descended over the horizon, Pinkie Pie ushered her friends out the front door with a smile on everyone’s faces. As they all cheerfully parted ways, Pinkie returned up the stairs and into her bedroom. As she arrived at the landing, she was greeted by a familiar azure mist that pooled around her hooves. She looked up, smiling, and gave a sweet “Hi, Trixie!”
“Greetings, Mistress,” Trixie said, in a somewhat bored tone. She floated over to the pink pony. “So, have you decided on your wishes?”
“Boy, it’s all about business with you, huh?” Pinkie said, her cheerful mood not wavering. “You need to loosen up a bit! What happened to the Trixie that sang that really neat song? Ooh! I know! We should sing it again! “Well Greedy Grabber had them forty thieves-“”
“No, no, that’s perfectly alright,” Trixie said quickly. “Trixie just doesn’t really have much to talk about at the moment, seeing as she hasn’t really been anywhere in the past week or so other than her lamp or your bedroom.”
“What’s it like in there anyway?” Pinkie said, trotting over to said lamp, which sat atop her dresser, a thin stream of azure smoke leading from its spout to Trixie’s lower half. “It’s kind of funny to think that you could fit in that tiny little thing.”
“Are you saying Trixie is fat?” The genie said with a grin. There was a flash of light, and her gut suddenly expanded to about twice its size and sagged comically. “She happens to be quite sensitive about her weight, thank you very much!”
Pinkie laughed at Trixie’s magically-enhanced joke. “Haha! That’s funny!” Pinkie said. “See, this is the kind of genie I want, always ready to crack a joke! It makes the whole thing more fun, plus it’s not like I’m your boss or “mistress” like you keep calling me. It’s more like we’re just friends, but one of us is really super magical and powerful and can do pretty much anything!”
“And the other is a genie?” Trixie said, returning to normal. This prompted Pinkie to start laughing again.
“You really are funny!” Pinkie said.
“Thank you, Mistre-“
Pinkie made a buzzer sound. “Nope! No more calling me Mistress! Just call me Pinkie, or Pinkie Pie, okay? Not Pinkamena though, or Diane, or Surprise, though I don’t see why you’d call me that last one, really-“
“Yes, yes, okay, Trixie understands, Pinkie,” Trixie said. “Now, to keep thins conversation moving, what did you talk to your friends about? What did they say they’d wish for?”
“Oh! Right!” Pinkie said suddenly. “Okay, well, Rainbow said she’d wish for more genies- Hey! Is that something you can do? If I wanted a bunch more wishes, could I just wish for genies?”
Trixie shook her head. “No, you cannot. That loophole was foreseen quite some time ago, so, predictably, it’s been dealt with.”
“Okie dokie, just thought I’d check,” Pinkie said. “Anyway, other than that, and that weird part where Rarity went quiet, everypony said they’d use their wishes to help others. So, I’ve decided that’s what I’m going to do! I’ll go around town, and if I see someone that’s having trouble with something, I’ll just wish it better!”
“Not the worst idea,” Trixie said. “Well then, would you care to go to sleep for now, Pinkie? It does seem to be getting somewhat late.”
“Alrighty!” Pinkie said. After going around the room and turning off the lights, she bounced over to her bed, and tucked herself in. The only light in the room now was the moonlight that streamed in through the window, and the soft glow that came off of Trixie’s ethereal form. “Nighty night, Trixie!” Pinkie called from her bed.
“Good night, Pinkie,” Trixie said. The azure mist began to recede back into the lamp, and Trixie’s form lost its definition, before it too turned to mist and was pulled back into the lamp.
Just one more night, Trixie thought, and Trixie will be able to put things in motion. She’ll twist that foal’s wishes so badly, she’ll want to get rid of Trixie as quickly as possible. And, if it works out according to plan, she’ll put Trixie right in Sparkle’s hooves, and The Great and Powerful Trixie will be that much closer to having justice!
The sun shone brightly overhead as the clock reached noon, the sky dotted with just a few fluffy white clouds. Pinkie made a mental note to thank the Weather Patrol for such a great day, and maybe make them a batch of cupcakes. She could even get Rainbow Dash to help! She’d know what the Weather Patrol would like with their cupcakes, definitely.
As Pinkie trotted along, humming a little tune to herself, her saddlebags were draped over her back. Tucked within them were a bunch of orders that ponies had made of Mr. and Mrs. Cake, who had asked her to deliver them. Tucked alongside those pastry orders, however, was the rusty golden lamp that contained untold magical power.
Trixie sulked inside the lamp, nearly gagging on the overly sugary sweet smell that invaded her mystical prison. She wished Pinkie would just wish for these orders to be delivered; she was even willing to do it without any tricks at this point.
Of course, no such thing happened, and it was a good hour before Pinkie dropped off the last box of doughnuts. She decided to wander the town for a bit at this point, merrily bouncing along, greeting everypony and anypony she passed.
Pinkie was just passing by a pair of buildings when she heard a few raised voices. She bounced backward, and saw a rather distressing scene within the alleyway.
A pair of seedy-looking stallions were harassing a orange-coated mare, stepping toward her menacingly.
“Please, leave me alone! I don’t have any money on me!” The mare said.
“You think she’s tellin’ the truth, boss?” One of the stallions said to the other.
“If she is, then she wouldn’t be comin’ through here, would she?” The other said. “Everypony knows there’s a toll fer comin’ through here, so if she was comin’ through, then lo-gi-cal-ly, she’s gotta have the means to pay for it!”
“Heh, yeah, good point boss,” The first stallion replied. They both proceeded to advance on the mare, who was in tears at this point.
Pinkie ducked around the corner of the building, panting heavily. Things could get ugly really quickly if she didn’t act quickly. She scrambled to pull the lamp out of her saddlebag, and making sure nopony was around, she rubbed it furiously.
The familiar azure mist poured out, and Trixie materialised.
“Finally, Trixie was beginning to suffocate from the sugary stench in-“
“Trixie! You have to help! I wish those stallions in the alley couldn’t hurt that mare!” Pinkie said frantically.
Trixie looked around the corner, and saw the scene that was unfolding. “Very well, Pinkie, your first wish shall be granted.” With that, she disappeared in a cloud of azure smoke.
In the alleyway, the two stallions were almost upon the mare, when a number of things happened. Firstly, the three ponies were blinded by a bright flash of light. Secondly, the mare suddenly disappeared from the alleyway. Thirdly, a trashcan had one of its lids suddenly disappear. Finally, both the mare and the lid reappeared, the mare standing atop the small lid, which floated high above the ground in the middle of the alleyway.
The two stallions looked up, perplexed.
“How’d she…?” One of the stallions began.
The two jumped up, in an attempt to reach her, but it was a fruitless endeavour. The mare merely stood there, scared out of her wits by what was transpiring.
“It’s no use…” the stallions finally said. “C’mon, let’s get out of here. She can just sit up there for however long she wants.” The two stallions departed from the alley, not noticing Pinkie hiding just past the mouth.
As the two stallions left, Trixie reappeared beside her mistress. “There,” Trixie said. “Trixie has made it so they can’t hurt her.”
Pinkie looked back at the mare hanging in the air, who was looking around the edge of the lid, still with a panicked expression on her face.
“I suppose…” Pinkie said. “But how is she-“
“Enough talk,” Trixie said. “We should leave. Trixie’s sure there’s somepony else that could use some help with something or other.” Trixie promptly disappeared inside the lamp once again before Pinkie could say anything else.
“I guess…” Pinkie said. She stole another glance at the stranded mare, then hurried away.
“…Hello? Can somepony help me down?”