//------------------------------// // Real Magic // Story: Playcolt: The Great and Powerful // by Majin Syeekoh //------------------------------// Syko was standing outside of the dressing room at eight o’clock sharp. He twiddled his hooves, waiting for Trixie. Fifteen minutes passed, then another fifteen. Finally, Trixie opened her dressing room door and closed it behind her. “You made me wait for thirty minutes, you know that?” Syko said. “And you stood around and waited. Whose fault is that?” Trixie said. Syko blushed again. “Well I wasn’t going to very well stand you up. Shall we?” “We shall,” as they walked out of the amphitheater together out to the street. “So where are we going, Trixie?” “You’ll see,” Trixie said, “TAXI!” A carriage pulled up to them and they went inside. “Do you know where the Stone Pony is, good man?” Trixie asked the cabbie. Syko facehooved. “Sure thing, miss,” the cabbie replied as he took off with carriage in tow. “What was that, Syko?” “It’s nothing,” Syko said, “it’s just that...my upstairs neighbor likes to frequent it,” “So you have someone to introduce Trixie to when we get there!” “Not exactly…” Syko started when the carriage came to a stop. “Here we are, miss,” the cabbie said. Trixie tipped her hat to the cabbie as they got off. Syko paid the cab fare, and they went inside, Syko looking around. He sighed in relief, when he felt a hoof tap his shoulder. He slowly turned his head. Standing there was Vinyl Scratch, his upstairs neighbor. “Hey, Syko!” she said, “what brings you around these parts?” “My date wanted to come here…” Syko grumbled. “Trixie’s heard that the Prench Onion Soup here was named ‘Best in Equestria!’” Trixie said. “Well, aren’t ya gonna introduce me to her, buddy?” Vinyl asked. Syko gritted his teeth. She was NOT his buddy, “Vinyl Scratch, this is Trixie…” “...Lulamoon,” Trixie finished. Syko’s eyes widened at that. “and Trixie, this is Vinyl,” “Charmed,” Trixie said, offering a hoof to Vinyl. Vinyl took it and shook it. “It’s strange seeing Syko out with a mare...I was starting to think he was a closet coltcuddler!” Vinyl said, causing Syko’s cheeks to turn a shade of ruby. “I think was Vinyl meant to say was that I’m more of a one trick pony,” “More like a no trick pony, if the silence from your apartment is any indication! HO!” Vinyl hollered, holding up a hoof. To his chagrin, Trixie hoof-bumped it. “What did you do that for!?” Syko asked. Trixie batted her eyelashes, “Trixie believes it is customary to hoof-bump a pony after they deliver a burn,” she said, “and that burn was MOST legendary, if I do say so myself,” “Enough of this, let’s get seated,” Syko said, taking a booth, Trixie next to him, Vinyl sneaking in the opposite booth. “What are you-” Syko started. “Just hanging out with mah bud and his new fillyfriend,” Vinyl finished. Syko blushed, but said nothing. From his limited experience with mares, there was NO right answer to that statement. Just then, a waiter walked up. “What’ll it be?” the waiter asked. “Yo! My man, Pressed Collar! What up?” Vinyl said, holding out a hoof, which Pressed Collar bumped back, “by the way, this table’s on me!” “Very well, then, what’ll it be?” “We’ll all have the Prench Onion Soup,” Syko said. The waiter jotted down the order. “Will you have anything to drink with that?” “Three Rainbow Shooters, please,” Trixie said, Vinyl nodding in approval. “Well, then, enjoy your meal,” Pressed Collar said as he briskly walked away. “Well, I’m gonna take a whizz,” Vinyl said, standing up, “I’ll leave you two to your canoodling,” she snickered as she walked away. Syko then stared at Trixie. “You’re a Lulamoon!?” he hissed. “Well, I didn’t think it was going to be a big deal…” Trixie whispered. “No big deal? The Lulamoons are practically royalty in Hoofington!” “No, they’re just a very successful business family…” “Which is practically the same thing!” Their Rainbow Shooters were served to them. Trixie stared at Syko. “Well, drink up,” she said. “I’ve never had one of these before...I hear they’re quite strong…” Syko said as he downed the entire glass. Trixie winced. Suddenly, Syko saw flashes of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet as he convulsed in his chair, Trixie giggling, “What’s so funny!?” “Nothing, Syko,” Trixie said between fits of chuckling, “It’s just the faces that one makes when downing an entire Rainbow Shooter are most amusing,” as she sipped on her Shooter, her coat fading between all the colors of the rainbow. Vinyl decided to come back at that time and took her seat, pleased to see the Rainbow Shooter in front of her. She quickly downed the entire glass, Syko cringing. Vinyl did indeed violently flash rainbow colors, but she did not convulse, instead opting to grit her teeth. “Another round of Rainbow here!” Vinyl yelled. Music started up. “Come on, Syko, let’s dance!” Trixie said as she pulled Syko onto the dance floor, him stumbling along. Trixie then grabbed his hooves and put them on her hips as she wrapped her forelegs around his neck as they began swaying to the beat. Syko liked this, Here he was, dancing with a beautiful mare that was way out of his league, and she was enjoying it. She batted her eyelashes at him again. Syko lost all control and kissed Trixie right on the dance floor. Trixie lingered, then pulled away. “Getting fresh with a Lulamoon, are we?” she said. “I’m sorry, I can’t imagine what came over me,” Syko apologized. “Well, Trixie can,” Trixie said as she returned the kiss.