Undisclosed Desire

by Dark Enigma


The Dream (Part 9: Soft Water)

"How you've been?" Pinkie shrills, which shouldn't be possible at a mare her age.

Trixie looks around at the tent. "Apparently, better than you have."

"I'll say," says Pinkie as she gingerly steps up to Trixie. "Your face is so smooth." She puts her hooves on Trixie's face and plays around with her cheeks as if they are something she can mold to her liking but rejoices in the fact that they just spring back into place.

Trixie on the other hoof is not amused. "Please stop that," she says with a straight face.

"Uh, Elder Pie?" asks the black stallion. "Are you alright?"

"Oh, Shadowforth, I'm better than alright! This is my friend, Trixie. I know, we should throw a party! Haven't had one of those in a while." Pinkie chortles.

"A what?" asks Shadowforth.

"We're friends?" Trixie steps away from Pinkie, just out of her reach.

"A party, silly. And, yeah--" Pinkie tries to touch Trixie again "--don't you remember that time in Ponyville? You enslaved us all and got Twilight kicked out of town."

"And we're friends? Because of that?" Trixie asks as she continues to step back out of Pinkie's reach. Finally, when Trixie reaches the end of the tent, she magically grabs Pinkie's fore hooves and holds them high in the air, so she is dangling; but, strangely, Pinkie is still smiling.

Everypony in the room get to their hooves to protect their leader, but Pinkie calms them down. "It's alright, everypony," she says. "Of course we're friends, Trixie. I have to keep some memories alive. The less painful ones at least."

Trixie is speechless. For once in her life, the performer is speechless. She lets Pinkie down, carefully letting all four of her hooves touch the ground. "I-I'm sorry."

"Don't be. It's not your fault. It's all just soft water--like your face. How did you keep it like this for all these years?" Pinkie continues rubbing Trixie's cheek as if there is no way she can ever get tired of examining them.

Trixie doesn't react and lets Pinkie do as she pleases; meanwhile, inside she is repeating one statement over and over again: "But it is my fault."