Moonie shorts [Filly Nightmare Moon]

by Eighth


52 The General Antics of Moonie and Anonymous the Human, now with Trixie

"Moonie," you cry out in a rushed tone for what must be the fifth time.
"What?" groans a tired Moonie as she finally opens her door.
"Come on, you're late for school."
You smile as you admire the ragged bed mane and eyes that droop low enough to have weights attached to them. She lets out an irritated moan of protest but you just interrupt her in the cheeriest tone possible.
"Come on slow coach, rise and shine! It's a wonderful day."
"I loathe and despise everything about you right now."
"I'll get you some breakfast."
You keep checking in on her, per the usual routine for the mornings before school. You help brush her mane, check her bag three times to ensure she's not sneaking something she shouldn't, and get her to pick up her tired feet enough to step out the door.
"Hang on," you state before the two of you leave the house.
"All that checking on me and you're the one who forgot something," Moonie laughs mockingly.
"Yeah... I thought so.... It's a Sunday."
You're about to let out a hearty chuckle when you feel the weight of a filly's school bag getting lobbed at your head.


It's late at night when you're woken by the sound of bashing and stuff being thrown. Your sleep addled figures it's the neighbours having a spat and you try to return to sleep.
"Get away from Trixie's wagon," a choked shout echoes as a flare lights up your windows.
You dart to your feet as you recall you have no neighbours, living so close to the Everfree. In the dark you can see three silhouettes.
"OI!" You angrily bellow.
Your presence is enough to scare the two vandals off as one flies off and the other runs off into the night. You give chase for a few metres until you're sure they won't be turning back then you hastily return to check out the damage. Trixie casts a spell to emit light from her horn as the two of you stare at her wagon. You only heard a few hits but they sure did a number. Two wheels are shattered, part of the roof is caving in, and the front wall is shattered.
"My..." Trixie catches herself, but it's clear she's emotional.
"What is wrong with people?"
You lift up a few pieces of debris and throw them under the wagon so there's not wood everywhere but Trixie continues to stand back.
"Trixie deserves this."
"Nobody deserves this."
"Last time Trixie was here, she did some awful things to the people here--"
"HEY!" Moonie exclaims from her bedroom window, "Some of us are trying to sleep."
"Then get into bed, now!" You shout back in your 'parent' voice.
"Trixie is sorry. She should have told you earlier about this. Trixie had no idea ponies would go this far."
"We'll talk about it later. For now, you can sleep on the couch, there's no way I'm letting you camp out in that now."
You point to the wagon that's now rocking from the howling wind of the night then lead Trixie inside.

"Anonymous, can we talk?" Moonie wakes you in adult tone.
She leaps down from your chest and leads you into the lounge room where Trixie is still sleeping it.
"It's... inside," she harshly whispers.
"Yeah, two ponies wrecked up her wagon last night so I'm letting her stay inside for a while."
"Is it toilet trained?"
"Wake her up and I'll fix us all breakfast," you sigh.
Moonie walks over, lifting a cushion from a nearby chair with her magic and pelting the shocked and sleepy Trixie with it.
"Good Morning, and welcome," Moonie devilishly beams.


You're taking a moment to laze about on the couch. Well, that's what you were doing an hour ago. Then Trixie took a seat, you offered some tea before getting swept up into conversation. It's probably a good idea anyway, you should get to know the mare who will be teaching your little menace magic. Mainly, she fills you in on her history with this town and its residents.
"Fair enough," you nonchalantly reply.
"That's it? Trixie enslaved people of this town, forced them to submit to her will, and humiliated them."
You point to Moonie who wanders into the room. Trixie nods suddenly as if suddenly it all connects.
"If you don't mind Trixie asking--"
"What?" Moonie defensively asks when she notices you pointing at her.
"Trixie was just filling me in on how she's not the only tyrant in this house hold," you jest.
"I--Wait, it's--He--" Trixie panics in reply, fumbling to breath and manage a sentence.
"Just Ponyville, right? Pfft, small time," Moonie huffs, "Anon here has enslaved an entire planet."
"Yeah, that was just a story I made for a bedtime story. I'm not the type to rule over the peasantry," you reply as you give your chubby 'dad' belly a pat.
Moonie's expression of pride shatters but she composes herself quickly.
"Heh, still. I enslaved a country, you really need to--"
Her comeback is interrupted by you boofing her on the head with the couch cushion that was under you.
"It smells like fart," Moonie shrieks as she sprints toward fresher air.
"Nice one, Trixie--has to leave," Trixie states as she tries to calmly walk away, only to hastily make a retreat too once her hooves hit the floor.
You just sit there for a while longer to enjoy the peace and the product of your temple.


"How goes the lesson?"
You look up from your paperwork when you notice Trixie step inside.
"Trixie is just grabbing a drink as she practices some basic spells. Moonie is learning... Adequately. Not as fast as Trixie did at her age."
"What, a thousand or more years?"
"What? Oh..."
"I know what you mean. Alright, I've got to finish these forms."
Trixie steps into the kitchen and pours herself a glass of water. She then walk around the lounge looking at all the decorations for something to do.
"You know the princesses?" she gasps.
Glancing over your shoulder you notice her staring at the painting of you beside the two princesses that Luna forcefully commissioned when you were titled the 'Human Delegate.' It was a pointless title that came with a small payment until you got yourself a place and a job. They had you all dressed up in this stupid getup some stallion sewed based on how you described the outfit you saw the Prince of England wear once.
"Yeah. First met them when I arrived here a long time ago. They like to check in on me and the terror out there to check all is well."
"Trixie has always wanted to meet them. It's her dream to perform at the Grand Galloping Gala."
"That's that ball they hold every year, right?"
"Ball? That ball?" She scoffs, "It's so much more than that, it's the biggest annual event in Canterlot."
"You sound like Rarity. Tell you what, you do a good job teaching Moonie and I'll put in a good word for you."
"Do... Do you actually have that much influence with the princesses?"
"I've known them for a long time," you shrug, "So maybe."
"What about that?"
She points to a misshapen pot with a painted hoof print on it.
"Moonie made it for me for fathers day once."
"Trixie cannot see her being so sweet."
"You're right. With Moonie, anything sweet comes with a lot of sour. I remember telling her when I saw it that I'll think of her every time I look at it. She smiles at me and says, you're going to think of me a lot then."
"Trixie doesn't get it."
"She put hoof prints everywhere, up and down the house. Took me all day to clean them all."