What Happens on Risa...Part II
When I regained consciousness the next morning, I was pleased to find a snoozing, smiling mare as opposed to an angry one characterized by awkward early-morning realization and tsundere-fuelled rage-mode. Careful not to wake her, I slipped out, showered, put on some appropriate tropical weather attire, and headed down to one of the half-dozen places close to the lobby for a morning bite. As I expected, it was an absolutely perfect day; the sun kept me warm but not too overly so and there was just enough of a breeze that when the day got warmer later, the ideal comfort level would remain.
As I sat and ate my eggs (over easy, as per usual), I couldn’t help but think about the events of the previous evening. I mean, who wouldn’t? Generally, when something unbelievably strange happened, such an event warranted some investigation or at least some thought. She was drunk, sure, but still. I wasn’t sure what to think. Had she been a human girl and not smashed out of her mind, I probably would’ve indulged. Of course, the only problem with that was the fact that in order to get to that particular juncture, complete and total inebriation was necessary, at least in Trixie’s mind. It was a situation that I was completely unprepared for, although I was fairly certain that I had reacted well, all things considered.
Meh, I thought as I finished my breakfast. If this turns out to be an issue down the road, we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. For now, I’m just gonna chill and enjoy the rest of the week. I smiled and reclined as best I could, hoping that my poor friend wasn’t too hung over. Hmm…I silently mused as an idea made its way into my brain and refused to go away.
“Excuse me,” I exclaimed as my waiter walked by on another round of dish-clearing. “Could I get an order of Andorian waffles and sliced fresh Terran strawberries to go, please?” He nodded.
“Right away, sir.”
“Thanks.”
Minutes later…
“Uuuuggghhhh…” the blue mare groaned as rays of sunshine seemed to actually pierce her brain. Rising slowly, she sat on her haunches and rubbed her eyes, eventually moving to her temples. “What did Trixie do last night?”
“I think the better question is: what didn’t Trixie do last night?” I replied with a sly grin as I entered the room.
“W-what do you mean?” she asked nervously as a slight yet noticeable blush spread across her cheeks (I often wondered how something with fur could blush).
“Well, you got a little tipsy last night, and by ‘a little’, I mean I had to carry you home after you puked on the floor of the bar.” Trixie groaned and rubbed her eyes.
“Please tell me that’s all I did…”
“I wish I could,” I replied without thinking. As she looked at me with rapidly widening eyes, I had a quick internal battle regarding whether or not to tell her about her wish to have pseudo-sexy time with a human, said human being me, no less.
“So? What else?” Trixie nervously demanded. I sighed; she was my friend and deserved to know the truth. I took a deep breath.
“You asked me to make out with you.”
Dead silence reigned as Trixie looked at me with extreme doubt.
“I…Trixie…asked you…to m-make out with her?”
“Well, told me is more accurate but…”
“Bahahahahahahahahahahaha!” I rolled my eyes as the showmare fell off the bed, practically crying with laughter. “Y-you can’t be serious!” she managed to choke before the apparent ridiculousness of the situation overcame her again.
“I am! You had about 16 shots in you at that point! I’m surprised you didn’t ask me to marry you!” That did it. Tears streamed down the mare’s face as she whooped it up at my expense, surely another little ‘victory’ to notch into her proverbial belt. “Okay, seriously, that multiple personality thing you’ve got going on is really freaky,” I pointed out, referring of course to her ability to go from tsundere, pissed-off, or annoyed to self-righteousness or self-satisfaction. I believe this was a display of the latter. “You don’t believe me, do you?”
“You sure it wasn’t you who was completely wasted?” she asked with a skeptical giggle, having taken a break from her earlier fit.
“Pretty sure.”
“Oh dear, I’m sorry,” the mare replied, wiping the last of her tears from her eyes. “I guess I can believe you. I mean, crazier things have happened!” And there’s the switch getting flipped again. “N-not that they’re going to, right?” Yep, just like a 21st century electrical switch.
“Ugh…just eat your breakfast already. I’ll be out on the balcony, seeing as you’re already on the cross.” With that, I left Trixie to attend to her morning meal and ablutions. I heard her stutter something before I closed the sliding door a little harder than I should have.
In my mind, I had every right to be angry. Hell, I was angry! This was getting ridiculous already! One would think that after everything I’d done for her, I deserved more than being her personal laughing stock for the duration of what should’ve been a very pleasant morning.
On that note, was I really so repulsive? I mean, disregarding the species difference for argument’s sake, I was pretty sure that her laughter was unjustified. I made up my mind right then and there that until that mare came to her senses and stopped acting like such a colossal bitch, I was gonna give her as much space as I could. We still had six days to spend on Risa and I was damned if I was gonna expend time and energy with somepony…someone (screw her and her corrections) who didn’t appreciate it.
…Which begged the question of what to do now that my schedule was essentially wiped clean. I considered the jetpack lessons but missing out on the showmare’s terrified screams as she tried in vain to control the machine strapped to her back made me reconsider. Maybe it was a small, stupid, optimistic part of my brain that hoped she would come to her senses and allow us to partake in such a thrilling escapade together. I shook my head and buried the idea as best I could; this was my time, not hers and I was gonna enjoy it. Doing my best to ignore the showmare, who had not yet emerged from her room, I headed out the door and slammed it behind me for good measure.
***
If there was any single motion superior to a face-hoof that conveyed the realization that one had just screwed up magnificently, Trixie surely would’ve knocked herself into a coma with it. The question was not why she had said it but rather, why she had said it to him, her friend and companion.
It was a question she simply could not answer, at least not enough to justify her response. It was rude in any case but especially in this one given the fact that a make-out session with her friend wasn’t a repulsive idea in the slightest. And yet, there she was, staring into a wonderful-looking and carefully-selected plate of food, alone, in tears, and completely without an appetite. Tsundering was one thing but outright mocking her only friend simply for telling the truth and taking care of her was unacceptable. Trixie knew that.
Or so she thought.
Maybe it was just her natural defense mechanism overreacting. That tended to happen a lot and usually, her friend simply took it in stride as if giving her the benefit of the doubt. So why had that not been the case this time? Seeing Cole truly, actually angry at her was a new experience, one with which the showmare felt very uncomfortable. Evidently, she still had a lot to learn about her new emergent feelings…and how to handle them.
As she sat on the bed staring at the now-cold breakfast, Trixie considered her next move. An apology was the obvious place to start but Cole was already gone, having left for parts unknown. She would either have to track him down and forsake a private apology or wait for him to return and do it then. Either way, the thought of him angry with her was becoming more and more difficult to bear and Trixie knew she needed to do something before the guilt drove her out of her mind.
She nodded in silent confirmation and got to her hooves; she had a human to find…and something important to say.
***
I didn’t overreact, no way. She had that coming, probably since we had started traveling together. I was 100 percent justified, yes sir. If she was gonna act like a spoilt child, then screw her. I didn’t need a walking, talking, abusive liability. That’s all she’d been so far, right? Getting captured by the Orions had almost gotten us both killed! I was sick and tired of her throwing me under the bus (to use a rather antiquated adage).
So why didn’t that nagging, persistent thought leave me alone? The idea that I had overreacted was ridiculous! Surely, my actions were necessary. Something had to be done!
Still, that didn’t make me feel any less guilty for being so harsh with her. Don’t misunderstand; I was plenty angry, and for good reason. Still, something told me that I could’ve been more diplomatic. I wondered what had me so on-edge.
I felt my hairs stand on-end as my nagging mind recalled the most awkward moment thus far: her ‘request’ for a lengthy kissing session. As guilty minds so often do, mine was asking me over and over why I was even thinking about in the first place. The more I refused to acknowledge the idea, the more persistent my mind became until it finally won and forced me to think harder. Of course, I tried to rationalize it; I had been on my own for as long as I could remember. My line of ‘work’ didn’t exactly allow me to pursue too meany prospective partners, given my usual lack of resources and time constraints. All I could boast to my name was a small ship that I barely knew how to operate. That had never bothered me much; I was a patient fellow and knew that if I just kept working, I’d put myself in a better position eventually.
Maybe it was that distinct lack of contact since the death of my parents that caused me to think about something that, up until now, I had never even considered. Was I that desperate for contact that I was actually upset that I had not indulged Trixie’s request? I mean, I’m glad I didn’t; she was drunk and not in her right mind. It would’ve been wrong to take advantage of her. Drunken consent was not consent, not to mention the fact that she wasn’t even close to being the same species, or even a similar one, and certainly not enough to justify…
Oh no, you don’t, I thought, firmly stomping on the idea before it could take root. As liberal as I was, I drew the line at such…exotic pairings, at least for myself. A human and a pony? It was the most ridiculous idea I’d ever heard. I actually laughed a bit under my breath.
…Before realizing with a cold sweat that the word ‘ridiculous’ didn’t necessarily mean ‘bad’. Damnit. I had said ‘ridiculous’, not ‘wrong’, like I should have. As these little ‘realizations’ continued to bombard my frazzled brain with barrage after barrage of confusion torpedoes, more questions began to pop up; uncomfortable questions such as ‘Am I physically attracted to her?” reared their ugly heads and forced me at Phaser-point to answer them. Was I slowly losing my mind or was there something about those consistently-naked blue flanks that was slowly melting my sanity with molten hormones?
I groaned and rubbed my temples; the whole stupid thing was giving me a headache.
“Hey…are you okay?” I slowly looked up from the cafe table, trying to focus my attention on the source of the light, pleasant voice that graced my ears. My eyes widened as they beheld a beautiful young woman dressed in a light-blue sundress looking down at me, a slight breeze keeping her shoulder-length dark-brown hair out of her matching eyes. I tried not to stare at the tantalizing figure in front of me and forced myself to respond with as much charm and wit as I could muster.
“Hurr durr?” She giggled as I blushed and returned my gaze to the tabletop.
“I’m sorry; you do speak English, right? Or are you just dressing up as a human today?”
“No! I’m human, 100 percent, down to the last chromosome,” I assured her as I rushed head-first into overcompensation. “S-sorry,” I mumbled, thoroughly embarrassed.
“Don’t worry about it,” she replied with a gentle smile. “I had just started my shift when I saw you sitting here all by yourself all mopey-like. So I decided to ask you if there’s anything I can do to make your day better.” I’m not proud to admit that a couple of less-than-sacred acts crossed my mind but I reigned them in before I could make an ass of myself. “My name’s Erica. What’s yours?”
“Uh, my name’s Cole.” I stammered.
“Cole, cool,” she mused with a slow nod. “It’s nice to meet you,” she added, extending her hand for me to shake. It was as soft as the rest of her features, a feeling that I tried my best to savor before reluctantly relinquishing her. “Actually, don’t tell anyone I said this, but it’s nice to meet another human from time to time,” she whispered, leaning close to my ear. “I swear, if one more Klingon tries to get me to sing another ridiculous drinking song with him or make me eat flaked blood fleas, I’ll put him out an airlock!” I couldn’t help but laugh along with her; whatever universal force (hopefully not Q) that had sent her to me in my time of need certainly had my gratitude.
“I know what you mean,” I replied, finally starting to calm down. “I’ve had my fair share of dealings with them myself.”
“Oh, so you’re on a starship, then?”
“Actually, I’m, ahem, a captain,” I said confidently, hoping by some miracle she’d be impressed. She whistled and nodded.
“Nice! What kind of ship? Are you with the Federation? How many crew do you have?” I laughed as she verbally smacked me with a tidal wave of curiosity.
“Yes, I’m a Starfleet courier, my ship is a Nova-class, and it’s just two of us, me and Trixie. Well, three if you count the EMH.”
“Who’s Trixie? Your girlfriend?” Erica inquired with a sly smile.
“Hell no!” I replied with a little more force than I had intended. “She’s just a friend. Purely plutonic. She’s also my maid.” Overcompensation, thy name is Cole, I thought as I wiped my brow.
“Really? It’s just you two all by yourselves in that ship?” she asked in disbelief. “How do you do it?”
“We manage,” I replied with a shrug. “Actually, if the Ranger’s computer wasn’t as advanced as it is, there’s no way I’d be in this line of work. I rely on it to run the ship and…well, pretty much everything else, too.”
“That’s impressive,” Erica said, nodding slowly. She glanced up and over at the large nearby clock. “Hey, my shift ends in a like, half an hour. Would you maybe like to…hang out for a while?” My mind was doing backflips but somehow, I managed to keep my cool.
“Yeah, that sounds great,” I exclaimed as my voice cracked a bit. I cleared my throat once more to compensate. “Should I just…wait for you here?” She smiled, causing my face to redden once again.
“Sure, if you want. Would you like something to drink while you wait?”
“That would be great. Um, what do you recommend?”
“Well…I’m a fan of the frutas pura, personally.”
“Pura…what now?” She laughed.
“Frutas pura. It’s Spanish for ‘pure fruit’. It’s basically a tropical fruit drink.”
“Spanish! I’m impressed. That’s not a language you hear very often out here.”
“Don’t be too impressed, the only reason I know what it means is because we serve it!”
“Is it good?”
“It’s amazing, actually. It’s made with real juice from fruits grown right here on Risa. No replicated stuff. Trust me, you’ll love it,” she assured me.
“Well, I’m sold. I’d love one of those, if you wouldn’t mind.”
“Gotcha,” she replied with a wink. “I’ll be right back with it.” With that, she turned and made her way over to the bar, procuring my choice of beverage from within a large cooler. Within the next few seconds, it sat before me, the sides of the glass bottle coated in small droplets of condensation. “Well? Try it!” she urged me.
“Cheers!” I exclaimed as I did so.
In all of my years traversing the galaxy and sampling food and drink from almost every culture I came across, the sheer freshness and general deliciousness of the tropical fruit juice overcame my taste buds with wonderful sensations. It only took one experimental sip to remind me why I had taken a vacation in the first place; as I rapidly consumed the beverage, it evoked a powerful feeling of relaxation and good health and by the time I had drained every last drop, I was fairly convinced that, had this been the 21st century, the drink could’ve cured cancer and brought about world peace. Erica must’ve tuned in to my enjoyment; as the empty bottle hit the table, I caught her looking down at me with a bemused expression.
“I take it you enjoyed that?” she asked with a knowing smile.
“Can I get a few crates of that?” I asked, eliciting a laugh. “Oh man, that was the single greatest beverage I’ve ever had, period. I’ll definitely be having more of those before this trip is over!”
“Sounds like a plan! Oops, looks like another table just walked in. See you in a bit!” With that, she wandered off to attend to the Deferi family that had just entered…but not before flipping me a small wave. I wasn’t sure if it was the gesture or the way her hips were gently swaying that made my heart start to pound but I knew that, despite the crappy morning, it was gonna be a good day after all.
***
Every smile and laugh that human girl emitted made the blue mare’s fur stand on-end. Stupid Cole and his stupid flirting and that stupid girl and that stupid…everything. With any thoughts of apologies now firmly buried, the showmare about-faced and headed for the nearest bar.
***
“…so let me get this straight,” Erica interjected as we strolled down one of Risa’s many beaches, enjoying the perfect weather. We’d been walking for hours, content to simply talk, share our thoughts, learn about each other, and generally enjoy each other’s company. “You walked into the galley and found Q drinking your…”
“Chocolate milk,” I reminded her.
“…yeah, that was it. And then…Trixie blasted him out with that…Ali-something?”
“Alicorn Amulet, and yes, she kicked him and Discord out at the same time.” At that point, any laughter that the young woman had been holding in finally escaped and I joined her soon after. It really had been one of the most absurd situations I’d ever been in. As one might expect, I had omitted certain ‘potentially amorous elements’ from my retelling.
“You’ve really had quite a time, haven’t you?” she asked after our laughter subsided.
“Yeah, you could say that…” I instinctively scratched the back of my neck.
“I mean, taking on the Orion Syndicate like that! You must be quite the tactician to take on pirates in a Nova.” She looked up at me and smiled and I couldn’t help but blush slightly.
“As much as I’d like to agree with you, I did have help. Plus, Orion frigates aren’t exactly top-of-the-line warships.”
“Still…the way you risked your ship and your life to save your friend…” My heart skipped a beat as she took my hand in hers and looked up at me. “I think that makes you a pretty loyal guy.”
“What can I say?” I replied with a shrug, trying to disguise my anxiety and excitement. “It’s just one of the elements that makes me who I am.”
“And would those elements include modesty?” she asked with a smirk, poking me lightly in the chest.
“Hey, I was kidding!” I protested with a laugh whilst holding my hands up. “The Ranger did most of the work. I just told it what to do.” There was a pause as we stood hand in hand, awkwardly smiling at each other any time our roving eyes caught a glimpse of the other.
“May I…may I…see it?” Erica asked quietly.
“See what?”
“Your ship. The Ranger.” I was taken aback; rare were the times when my simple home attracted any interest, especially from such a lovely young lady who had surely seen her fair share of much more impressive ships.
“Really?” I cursed inwardly; I hadn’t meant to sound so surprised. “You wanna see my ship?”
“Is that so hard to believe?”
“No…well, maybe a little bit.” My answer was hesitant; there was no disguising it.
“Why? Don’t tell me you’ve never given anyone a tour before.”
“Well, I have but never anyone like…like you.” She blushed and glanced down at the sand as a wave gently washed over our feet. “Um, what I meant was…”
“It’s okay, I know what you meant,” Erica assured me. I felt my blush return tenfold as she leaned up and pecked me on the cheek. “And I appreciate it.” Another pause hung over us, mingling with the wounds of the waves lapping at our toes.
“So…ship tour now?” I asked. She smiled at me and squeezed my hand.
“I’d like that.”
Meanwhile…
“Stupid Cole…” Trixie muttered, downing another shot as she stared daggers at the happy-go-lucky vacationers frolicking around her.
***
“Wow!” Erica exclaimed as we arrived at the Ranger’s berth. “That’s your ship?”
“You sound impressed.”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she asked. “She’s beautiful!”
“Yeah, she is…” I murmured before shaking my head and cursing silently for doing something so bloody clichéd and potentially awkward.
“How did you get it so…shiny?” she continued.
“Oh, that’s the Aegis…” I stopped myself, my common sense making a brief appearance. For the first time since we’d met, I felt like certain details were better off kept to oneself.
“What’s ‘Aegis’?” Erica asked.
“It’s a…paint color scheme. Very expensive.”
“Oh…well, it’s very nice. It really brings out the Ranger’s details. Very stylish, actually.”
“Glad you like it. Would you…like to come aboard?” I don’t know why I was so nervous; mere minutes ago, she had suggested the same thing. Maybe she thought I was asking her to come aboard so I could…’come aboard’? The thought made my spine tingle and my blood flow south.
“Well yeah, that’s why we’re here, right?” she asked with a giggle.
“Yes. Yes it is.” I agreed with a small, nervous laugh of my own. “Ahem! Computer, two to beam up.”
“Oh my gosh!” Erica gasped as the light-blue glow of the transporter beam surrounded us, whisking us into the Ranger’s bridge, my usual destination. I looked at her with a concerned expression after we rematerialized.
“Are you okay? You sounded nervous when the transporter kicked in.”
“Oh! I’m fine, don’t worry. It’s just been a while since I used a transporter.”
“It’s cool; you should’ve seen Trixie the first time she ever got transported. I think she shrieked for a whole minute after she appeared on the bridge.” I said with a chuckle. “You’d think a being from a planet of magic where they can teleport whenever they want would’ve prepared her for it.” Erica looked at me quizzically. “Sorry, I may have forgotten to mention that she’s from Equestria.” Understandably, the next expression on Erica’s face was one of surprise.
“Really? Like, a legit Equestrian pony? I guess that explains the whole 'magic' thing.”
“Yeah, she’s quite the magician. In fact, I think she’s…” For the second time that evening, I paused and thought about what I was saying…and more importantly, why I was saying it. Throughout the extremely pleasant day I had spent with the beautiful and kind Erica, my earlier anger had abated considerably and I found myself wishing that I could spend such a day with Trixie. That was, after all, the whole point of the vacation. Don’t get wrong; spending time with Erica was all kinds of awesome but a small, miniscule, microscopic part of me felt guilty. Sure, it had been Trixie who drove the spike between us but I still couldn’t shake the feeling that we had to make things right between us as soon as possible. Erica noted my silence and apparent concern and took my hand.
“Hey,” she addressed softly. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, more or less,” I replied. “Just…I dunno, thinking ‘bout stuff.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“Maybe later; I’ll be fine for now.” I assured her. “Now, I believe I promised you a…”
My response was cut short as soft lips connected with mine, gently caressing them as we wrapped our arms around each other. New and amazing sensations bombarded my senses; the softness of her lips, her minty breath, the rise and fall of her chest as we breathed deeply, trying to experience as much of each other as we could whilst standing among the gentle, subtle light of the bridge. We kissed for what seemed like hours before finally parting and staring into each other’s eyes.
“…tour.” I finished breathlessly.
“I…I’m sorry,” she stammered, turning and looking down at the floor. “I didn’t mean to just…throw myself at you like that. What you must think of me…” she murmured nervously.
“Don’t be sorry. Please, please don’t be sorry. That was the most wonderful and perfect moment I’ve had in a very long time. Probably ever, actually,” I rambled, trying my best to alleviate her anxiety. “Don’t be sorry for being amazing.”
“T-thanks,” she replied, looking at me with yet another heartwarming smile. “Still, you’re the amazing one. Traveling around the galaxy on a ship of your own, working with Starfleet, taking on aliens! You’re definitely…”
Her eyes widened momentarily as I silenced her with a kiss, one she responded to immediately by brushing her tongue along my lips. It wasn’t long before our kisses deepened and we began to breathe even harder as moans and small gasps of pleasure filled the bridge.
“Maybe…we should…continue the tour…in your room,” Erica whispered, momentarily pausing our heated make-out session. At that point, I seem to recall my heart actually stopping as the weight of her words slowly sunk in.
“Are you…are you sure?” I asked, unable to hide my surprise. You’d think that after experiencing so many surprises in such a relatively short time frame, I would be used to them.
Clearly, I had not spent very much time around women.
“Yes,” she whispered, drawing me in for a deep, assuring kiss. “If you want me…”
“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” I whispered back. My raw honesty was somewhat disarming; standing on the cusp of such a milestone was both nerve-wracking and tremendously exciting. Fortunately, it was also good for my creativity. “Computer, beam us to my quarters.” Momentarily, we landed on my bed, prompting Erica to let out a surprised yelp. Unwilling to waste even a moment, she grinned and climbed on top of me, sealing my lips with her own, moaning quietly as I massaged and caressed her back, eventually reaching her trim bottom, which I cupped and squeezed subjected to further massaging.
I was a kid in a candy store.
She replied in kind, lifting the hem of my shirt, exposing me to the cool air and her gentle touch. Mirroring her actions, I encouraged her to do the same and we soon beheld each other in all our naked glory. We stared into each other’s eyes and without a word, began our tantric dance.
Meanwhile…
“Ugh…Trixie’s never drinking again,” the showmare muttered as she slowly ascended the stairs to the hotel room. While the bar had been very accommodating regarding her tastes, preferences, and frequent complaints, she was starting to see the wisdom beheld by the adage ‘too much of a good thing’. “Stupid Cole,” she added for good measure, finally making her way to her bed before promptly falling face-first upon it. “Wherever he is, I hope he’s hip-deep in trouble.”
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So... Cole blows up for no reason whatsoever, and Trixie feels guilty because of it? The whole start of this chapter is really confusing.
3753788
I was trying to demonstrate how fed up Cole was with Trixie always putting him down and insulting him. He was sick of her superiority complex and though I probably could've done a better job of it, that's what I was going for.
I appreciate the feedback, though!
Hip deep in trouble
I detect foreshadowing
5 bits says she is a con
Head canon science time!
Ponies have outlines and can blush because their fur is semi-transparent. When you look at the edges, you see the natural color of the fur, but looking at the fill (using Flash terminology), the fur is easier to see through and blends with the skin tone of the pony, which is usually lighter. In the case of ponies like Thunderlane, the skin is dark and the fur is light, giving the appearance of dark fill and light stroke. The blushing works as it normally does with non-furred beings, with the blood vessels swelling and turning the skin red. This gives the illusion of the fur turning red as well. In the case of crystal ponies, I don't know whether their bodies are transparent, or they simply have more refractive coats. Given that their internal organs are not seen, I'm willing to bet the latter.
Hope you guys find that interesting/helpful. See you guys later!
3755084 I shall raise you to ten bits good sir.
I'm gonna place fifteen bits on a different take; Erica isn't a con so much as she's running from someone and needs help getting of Risa undetected
It wouldn't be the first time some illegal, power-hungry, ferengi was looking for a person on Risa
3755695
Okay, I'll buy that.
3755084
He's also quite literally 'hip-deep' in what we suspect to be trouble. A little innuendo for you there.
Risa girls are pretty quick to the point.
Equestria girls (hur hur), not so much.
Curious to see where all this goes. Does Trixie find out and make things worse, or does Cole get a new travel buddy?
3752550 Fertility statue
3760227
Oh, that would lead to naughty things indeed...
I expect, knowing his luck, that he'll wake up naked in the docking space his ship used to be in. Explaining the situation after that to Trixie will be all kinds of hilarious.
Trixie on a Federation Starship? Shenanigans to follow??
Must follow!
3780060
Oops,will fix.
3768794 Nah, Risa's basically Planet Fuck. The encounters on Risa that lead to bad things are very much the exception, not the rule.
Which is why it's happened three times to the Enterprise crew.
3812879
Holy crap, you're still here!
3814408 Yeah, took a hiatus from this story, just caught up.
All my earlier comments still stand, by the way. This story needs some serious editing.
3815023
I know. Possibly after I've finished it.
This fanfic its how do I say it... oh I know
http://legendarydragon90.deviantart.com/art/Lee-Chaolan-Excellent-363311640
3816487
Why thank you, good sir.
3756600 Update? I haven't read a good Trixie based Fanfic in too long...starting to get withdraws here...
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I'm actually working on it as we speak, it should be up tonight within a couple of hours.
You foolish, foolish, horny human....