You and your friend check out the new entertainer entering town.
(2nd Person Story)
You were starstruck by her. It's like you were under a magical love spell. But there's no way you can tell her your feelings. I mean, eventually she'll move to perform in another town, and you'll forget all about her.
“Look, I’m telling you...” You started with your friend. “There is no way that my sister got with one of the Wonderbolts. It’s been a fantasy of hers for years, and I’ve went to a ton of shows with her, but I doubt that one of them actually hooked up with her. I mean, I think the Wonderbolts are amazing, but I doubt that they’d get with one of their fans.
“How do you not know the relationship status of your own sister? I mean, I found out first that your brother’s all lovey-dovey with that cello mare or something.”
“I’ve been a little busy to keep track of the love relationships of my family.”
“Busy doing what?” He laughed. “Sleeping? You’ve slept in until like, noon for every day off you’ve had.
“I’ve been doing my part-time job at the factory. I’ve been working so many jobs because I really need the money to get something for my parents for the family reunion coming up soon. You’re lucky you have a concrete career. I have to work odd jobs.”
“...Oh...Well now I feel embarrassed.”
“You should. Oh hey, we forgot to check the news today!”
“Oh yeah!”
You flew down with your friend in front of the billboard of town square. Feeling the wind in your mane as you slowly made your descent. It wasn’t often that you got to relax, you were almost always working.
“Let’s see...” Your eyes scanned the posters, searching for something that would catch your eye. “ Hm...Mr. Salt and Mrs. Pepper have a half-off sale!”
“For their food, or their cookware? I just need the food.”
“Why do I get the feeling all you’re gettingis the microwavable food?” You grinned, nudging him on the sides. Your friend rolls his eyes.
“You know me that well. Hey, what about that one?” He pointed to a purplish poster dead center of the board.”
“Citizens of ‘insert town name here’...” You read aloud. “Watch in awe as ‘The Great and Powerful Trixie’ preforms for YOUR town! Be prepared for the most magical night of your life! For two nights only! Watch The Great and Powerful Trixie amaze you with her prestidigitation!” The bottom half of the poster was a blue mare in a wizard outfit posing confidently. And you’d be lying if you said that she didn’t look good. Then again, looks aren’t everything...
Your friend chuckled. “Well, should we go?”
You shrugged. “Eh, why not, we don’t have anything to do, right? Besides, what's the worst that could happen?”
You and your friend made your way to the front of the crowd of ponies until you were in front of...a caravan...
You looked off to the clock tower nearby. “Huh, shouldn’t there be a stage here? The show should be starting right n-”
“Behold, as The Great and Powerful Trixie performs the most powerful prestidigitation ever witnessed by pony eyes!” A feminine voice shouted out of nowhere as fireworks of every color of the light spectrum came out of a wooden caravan. The faint scent of cotton candy was emitted from the smoke. Both of you jumped in shock. Surprisingly, they weren’t deafening or dangerously burning hot at all despite the fact that both you and your friend were right in front of it.
“Aw, man. We should’ve brought popcorn for this!” Your friend blurted out.
“Is food always on your mind?”
“We could put cheese and butter all over it...and maybe get some hot dogs...”
You turned your attention away from your hungry friend to the newly created stage. And out of a giant cloud of smoke rose...
Something truly astounding,
What you saw was a light azure unicorn in a majestic magician’s outfit. Her hair a brilliant Cyan and Grey. She looked so...confident, so happy with her life, so...amazing...
Wait wait wait, remember: Don’t judge a mare by her looks...Then again...
“Well, now that I got your attention, I shall give your eyes the honor of watching the Grrrreat and Powerful Trixie perform!”
“Maybe we could get some soda, and more popc-Ooof! Hey!”
You jabbed your friend in the ribs, as a way of saying ‘shut up and watch’.
“Watch, as I, The Great and Powerful Trixie give your unworthy eyes a magic act you shall never forget!”
Her words sent chills down your spine. It was if she had set off her magic and cast a love spell on you. And damnit, it probably worked.
Come on, focus! You don’t even know the mare! She could be the biggest jerk in the world, and you’re smitten by her. But then again, that just gives me more reason to get to know her!
You stood silent throughout her entire show, unaware that your jaw was agape. There were only two things you could hear at this point: The first being the sound of her melodious voice. The second being your friend not shutting up again.
“That’s amazing! I mean, she just cut herself in 4 different parts! Down the middle and the sides! How is that even pos-HaaAAAaah! Ow. Ow...ow...”
There. Now you could pay attention to the thing that matters.
★★★
“...And that is all The Great and Powerful Trixie cares to demonstrate for you. If you are lucky, I might perform once more!”
With those final words, a puff of smoke, and a flash of light, she vanished back into her stage, as if nothing ever happened. As the crowd slowly dispersed, you and your friend remained.
“...I can tell you enjoyed the show.” You friend noted, with an odd smirk.
“Yes, how could you tell?” You asked with half-sarcasm.
“You had those ‘love eyes’ going on.”
“What? Love?” ‘Love eyes’?
“Come on, you looked like me staring at an all-you-can-eat buffet.”
...Oh, THOSE eyes. “...T-that means nothing!”
“That...and...well...” He made a vague gesture to your back.
You turned your head, and stared right at your erect wings.
“Aaah! How long were they up there?”
“Oh, about the same time you saw her.”
“...And you didn’t tell me?!”
“I was supposed to?”
“...Oh no, she totally saw me pomf in front of her, didn’t she?”
“Just relax! It’s not like you to get worked up about something.”
“I am not getting worked up about this!”
“I’m willing to bet anything that getting to know her is on your priority list.”
“That is so not true!”
Your friend looked off to something behind you. “Oh hello, you’re that performer, Trixie right?”
“Where? Where?” You did a complete 180 to see...absolutely nopony behind you.
“Told ya.” he said, giving the biggest evil smile he could.
If he wasn’t your best friend, you’d kill him. That did not excuse him from a death glare, however.
“...Oh, lighten up, will ya? Come on, I know what’ll cheer you up!” “For your sake, it better be good...”
“Oh trust me, it’ll take your mind completely off that show-mare.”
“...Really?...The bar? T-this is honestly the best thing you could think of?” You asked, with a voice so monotone, it made movie actor Ben Stalline sound like the most vivacious actor in the world.
“Hey, you drink enough alcohol and eventually, you won’t even remember your own home phone number.” Your best friend pointed out.
“...We don’t even have phones...” You muttered to yourself as the both of you cantered over to the bar stools.
You took the time to look around the place, The Black Moon Bar was...okay, for lack of a better word. Despite this place being in your town as long as you can remember, you didn’t go to the place too often. The bar was pretty clean, no giant stains, projectile vomit, or things that would make you projectile vomit. You took in a deep breath, and the multiple fumes of several alcohol beverages overwhelmed your nostrils so much, they made you dizzy. You shook your head, the scents were almost enough to give you a headache. You turned your head to your friend, who was already ordering what you assumed was copious amounts of beer. The bartender turned his head to you.
You would’ve ordered some light beer, but considering the nature of your friend, the more sober you were, the better it would be for the both of you. “I’ll just have water.” You sighed.
In less than a few seconds, the glasses were in front of you both. You grabbed it with your front fetlocks and began drinking, the liquid moisturizing your lips and throat.
“Ya know, I took you here so YOU could get drunk and forget.” Your friend explained.
“Yeah, but knowing you, I’m going to have to carry your passed out body home in about...1 hour.” You growled.
“Just try to relax, at least...If it makes you feel better, you can gawk at her tomorrow.”
...Your buddy did have a point. You set your glass down, taking in the atmosphere. Over the conversations of the other customers, you could hear the music blaring. It was that band your brother liked, Green Hay.
Do you have the time To listen to me whine About nothing and everything All at once? I am one of those Melodramatic foals. Neurotic to the bone No doubt about it.
Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid? Am I just stoned?
...It’s not half bad, actually.
While you were silently remembering the day, you stared at your probably already drunk pal, still ordering more drinks. For his sake, I hope he still has money... You let your sight move over to the door for no particular reason. Gazing at the customers entering and exiting.
You know, maybe I do need to take my mind of her...
And who just happened to walk through that door at that moment?
Oh for f-
The mare you went ‘pomf’ for walked through the door, only without a wizard hat or cape. You noticed her body was slightly covered in sweat. Your friend would think of an explanation as to why, but I don’t want this story going in that direction, so his mind is clean.
Your gaze lazily followed her to where she was going to sit, and out of all the places to pick in the entire bar, she happened to pick...right next to you.
...Ohmygoodness...
For some reason, your heart started beating faster in your body. Why? Why did you always feel so different when you were near her? You were about to run away in absolute fear, until she started to talk to you.
“Do you come here often?”
Why is she here? You began to panic. You couldn’t think of something to say. You just let your mouth out and let words go out on their own.
“Huh? Me? Yeah. I’ve been here tons of times.” You lied.
The showmare smiled, “Well, can you recommend a drink for The Great and Powerful Trixie?”
Oh, I could hear her say her name over and over again...
“Well, the Blue Moon is pretty good...” You guessed.
“If you say so...Bartender! The Great and Powerful Trixie demands a drink!”
Heh, I could speak to her all day.
“So, I really liked your show earlier today.” Really liked it... You mentally cringed at the image of you... popping a wingie earlier.
“Well, The Great and Powerful Trixie gets that a lot.” she bragged, taking a sip from her drink.
“Hey, have you ever considered having a permanent assistant for your shows?” you asked out of the blue.
“Trixie has, as Trixie would really like one, but Trixie has had most of them quit. Saying such rude things like Trixie being ‘arrogant’, or ‘uncouth’, or ‘disgraceful’!” You nodded your head as she spoke. You’ve learned through others that whenever a mare talks, you just smile, and nod your head.
“Well, what about me?” Your voice had a slight sign of hope in it. You saw the unicorn put a hoof to her chin for a while. After a while, she finally speaks.
“Alright, come meet me at the trailer at 7 AM Sharp tomorrow. I’ll be expecting you to be there, new assistant.” She said with a grin.
Mentally, you were throwing a party. Physically, you nodded and went back to your drink. How could things get any better?
“...Say, weren’t you the one whose wings were...” The mare started. Oh, profanity.
“Uhh...well...I...” You stalled as you hoped for a miracle to happen. Suddenly, a familiar voice started saying your name.
“‘’Ey, you ever think, that one day... these little like, blobby things will just come to town and eat everything we have? And their weakness is something totally stupid like, polka music?” It was your friend in a drunken stupor. Sweet baby Celestia what a lucky break.
“...Well, I, uh...better get him home before he hurts himself. I’ll see you tomorrow!” You nervously laughed. Paying the bartender for the drinks, you grabbed your friend and bailed.
As you walked back to his house, friend on your back, you could hear your friend chuckle. You look up to him quizzically. He says only one sentence on your back, in a surprisingly sober demeanor, “You totally owe me for this.”
Your hoof hit the alarm. Oh jeez, what time is it? My freaking head hurts... “Let’s see...6:55...”
Your half-awake, half-unconscious brain put 1 and 1 together.
“...Oh no! I’m going to be late!” You screamed to nopony but yourself. You looked out the window, and saw the caravan in the same place as it was before. “I swear, I set my alarm to 6:30...” You bucked open the door and ran out without a second thought, adrenaline already pumping into your body.
Shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot, shoot! You scolded yourself as you galloped, accidentally bumping into other citizens and in a flustered and panicked state, apologizing as you passed them. You had no time to lose. Eventually, you reached the caravan, sweating, exhausted, and out of breath. You prayed that the worst hasn’t already happened.
Oh please please please...please don’t be late...please please oh please...
The sound of a bell from the clock tower hit your ears. Then a second, and third, until finally the ringing stopped at the seventh ring.
Oh thank Faust...
As you panted, you nearly collapsed onto the ground. The peculiar sound of magic made you look around for the source. The sound of a slightly amused mare came from behind you. “Ah, good. Trixie expected you to be late, but you made it right on the dot.” You turned, wiping the sweat from your forehead as you found Trixie had teleported behind you. Despite your exhaustion, you managed a weak smile. “So, what do you have planned for me?”
The unicorn smirked, “First, we shall see if you are qualified for the task. Trixie does not let just anypony in, you know!” She gave you a wink and a grin, you could already feel your wings trying to extend.
Nononono, Not now, not now...
You managed to keep your wings at attention. “Er, ok...what am I doing first?” you inquired. Trixie put a hoof to her chin. “Stay still for a moment,” the mare ordered. You complied, staying still. She started to walk around you, eying every inch of your sweaty, frazzled body. You got nervous, you quickly realized that you didn’t exactly look your best considering how fast you got out of bed and out of the door. You had no time to fix your mane, no time to brush your fur, no time to put on an outfit even though this town barely wears any clothes anyway...
“Hmm, first off, you look absolutely horrid!” she remarked, you gulped in anticipation. “Well, that’s a start...you would make Trixie look even better than she already is in comparison.” You couldn’t decide if that was truly good or bad. But, it was hopefully getting you somewhere. You managed a nervous grin. “Uh, so what’s next, Trixie?”
“Next, Trixie will test your physical abilities.” She said in a somewhat mischievous tone. You felt a drop of sweat go down the side of your head. But you shrugged, it made sense. It wouldn’t make sense to hire an assistant who wasn’t strong. You prepared for what she planned for you.
The mare’s horn began to glow. Behind you, you heard the sound of several large objects hitting the ground. You turned, and saw several large wooden crates. Well, I have a feeling I know where this is going... “Alright, so what do you want me to do with these?” “You will catch on soon.” Trixie suddenly lifted one of the boxes and teleported it onto your back. You let out a grunt as you felt the sudden pressure push down on your back. It took a few seconds before you were able to readjust yourself to be more comfortable, but seconds later, Trixie stacked another box on top of your back. You started to sweat, the wood pressing harder against your back. It seemed every 10 seconds, more weight was added onto your load. You guessed that you were carrying over 80 pounds, and your body and face clearly showed pain. Until finally, you actually felt relief as the weight on you suddenly vanish. You gasped for air while you listened to Trixie slowly clapping.
“Well, Trixie finds your performance adequate. Not many ponies can carry that much.” Despite the pain, you managed to smile. “I-Is that all the tests?” The unicorn put a hoof up. “Not quite yet. Now you must assist The Great and Powerful Trixie in a practice show.” She slowly moved to her caravan, and out popped a long box and what you assumed to be a very, very sharp saw.
...I see a red stain on the box. That better be ketchup or cranberry juice or...
The top of the box flipped open, and Trixie began to speak to an audience of nothing. “Fellow citizens of Trottingham! Watch, as the Great and Powerful Trixie performs prestidigitation for your pleasure!” Without warning, Trixie lifted you up with her magic. You began to protest, but it was much too late, you were already thrown into the box, and the lid was shut tight. “Hey wai-” “Now, watch, fellow citizens! I will now saw one of your friends in half!” Out of nowhere, a giant sawblade was hovering above your stomach. Your pupils shrank.
Darn. And I was so close to finishing my will.
The blade started spinning.
Should I have given my friend anything?
It was lowering closer and closer to the box, the whirr of the blade getting louder.
...Nah.
The box began to slice through the box.
...Oh yeah. This is a magic trick.
Sure enough, the blade began to slice through your body, with no pain or signs of death whatsoever. You chuckled at yourself for temporarily losing sense. “Eheh...well, are we done?” “Well, you have seemed to barely past all of Trixie’s tests, I would say yes. Congratulations. You are now Trixie’s assistant. Trixie shall see you later today at 4:00 on the dot. The Great and Powerful Trixie does not expect you to be late. Understood?” You saluted. “Yes, ma’am.” She smiled, “Good. Farewell for now.” Her horn began to glow, and with a bright flash. She was nowhere to be seen. You looked around, and decided to go find your friend and tell him the good news.
He could not stop laughing. “Wa-wait, your ugly mug was supposed to make her look better? HA HA HA HA HA!”
If he wasn’t your best friend, you’d kill him.
“A-and sh-she...Bwahahahaha!” Your friend fell onto the ground in hysterics. Apparently the idea of you doing physical labor for a pony is really funny to him.
“Oh, shut up.” You said in a deadpan voice. Unfortunately, he was still laughing.
“O-Ohoho man...T-this performance I have to see. When is it?” He said, tears in his eyes. “I’m supposed to be there at four.” “A-alright. I’ll be there,” he chuckled. You sighed. “Don’t humiliate me, okay?” He gave you a grin that only meant he was going to be trouble.
You put a hoof to your face and shook your head. “One day, I will hurt you so badly...”
You turned around, wings outstretched, and flew off home, Trixie was going to be expecting you soon, and you really wanted to impress her.
“...Do I honestly have to wear this?” You asked, trying your best to ignore the lingerie Trixie was waving in front of your face.
“Yes, you do. This outfit is essential for the show.”
“But that’s for...” you began to protest, but Trixie interrupted.
“Do you want to be fired?” You cringed, sweat already forming on your forehead.
“No ma’am!” She smiled.
“Good. Now stay still.” You closed your eyes and prepared for the worst.
You know, I bet my brothers didn’t have to wear mare’s clothing...
You opened up your eyes and saw the outfit adorning your body. “Uughh...” I’m probably going to hate this. You took a quick peek out the caravan, and out in front, you saw the familiar face of your best friend, eagerly waiting for the show to start. Nope, I’m definitely going to hate this... “Trixie, is the show ready to start?” You sighed.
“Just about, Trixie will start it right now. Stay there and don’t go on stage until Trixie calls you out.”
The unicorn lifted a microphone to her mouth, cleared her throat, and began to shout in a loud booming voice.
“Behold, as The Great and Powerful Trixie performs the most powerful prestidigitation ever witnessed by pony eyes!”
It was the same thing she said yesterday, you assumed that she had rehearsed most of the show. You wonder how well it’s going to go with an assistant, you wondered what trick she was planning to have you assist with, and you also wondered if you looked pretty with the lingerie that was tight on your body. You watched Trixie appear in a puff of smoke on stage while you waited patiently from afar.
“Now, watch, as The Great and Powerful Trixie once again performs her awe-inspiring magic for this town!”
You watched from the back as she performed. Some of her tricks were basic, but the way she presented it was truly professional. After 10 minutes, you wondered if she was even going to call you.
“Now, Trixie will get her lovely assistant to demonstrate this next trick!” Did she just say ‘lovely’? That may have been a ‘lowly’...Yeah, definitely ‘lowly’.
Regardless, you rushed onto stage, nearly tripping in front of the crowd in nervousness. You weren’t exactly deathly afraid of public performances, but the fact that you were in mare’s clothing really wasn’t helping to calm your nerves. You could hear the laughter of the audience invading your ears.
“Now, Trixie’s assistant will get into the box and shall be sliced clean in half!” The mare said, dragging in the box she used earlier today, with the red stain still on there, and for some reason, there were even more crimson splatters on it.
...It’s not blood, it’s not blood, it’s not blood...
“Now, Trixie will open up the box, so that Trixie’s assistant can get in.” The opening on the top opened with a clunk and you were lifted up and dropped into the box. Landing with a loud thud, you stuck your head and hind hooves through the holes. As the lid closed, you curiously tried to break free, but to no avail. You looked up to the top of the stage, the giant sawblade magically spinning slowly.
“Observe, as Trixie cuts this stallion clean in half!”
You tried to keep a good poker face as the saw lowered, but your eyes kept trying to find your best friend, but you couldn’t find him in the position you were in. As the hum of the blade started to get louder, you actually paid attention to the magic Trixie was using on you. As the blade got closer, you felt your waist experiencing a warm tingle, you assumed it was your body separating. As your body split in two, it felt like your body was slowly being peeled apart, like a bandage being removed from your skin, minus the agonizing pain. As you were being ‘sliced’, you wondered about the condition of your innards.
Are they being held by magic, too? If the magic stopped, would I just stay like that or would I just pop back together? I-Oh hey, it’s done.
The silver blade had sliced clean through the block and your midsection. You turned your head to the audience, most of them had their jaws dropped in shock and awe. As you turned your head back, you noticed that your lower half was getting farther away from you.
“Now, is there anypony out there who doubts The Great and Powerful’s Trixie’s magic?”
You stretched your hooves, until you heard a voice from the audience.
“I do.”
Oh for-
Your best friend flew onto the stage, strutting a cocky and mischievous grin. “I think this is fake, these hooves clearly do not belong to your assistant.” This made Trixie raise an eyebrow. “Is that so? Well, I assure you that all of it is this stallion. You can prove it yourself.”
Your friend extended his feather-covered wings, and put one of them at the base of your hooves.
“No. No no no. Nononononononono.” You pleaded, shaking around in a desperate attempt to escape. You saw your friend get the biggest of smiles as he dragged his wings down your vulnerable hooves.
You bit your lip to stifle your laughter. You tried to kick your hooves away, but it only made the ticklish situation much more worse. As much as you tried to resist laughing, it only delayed the inevitable, as you felt his soft, light wings slowly trace down your hooves, making you burst out in an uproar of laughter.
“Bwahahahaha! Nohohohohohohoho! Stahahahahahahahap!” You burst out, but it only made him up the tickling pace. “Make him stahahahahahap! Gahahahahahahahahaha!” You could see him smile as he continued tickling. “Nyahahahahahahahahahaha! Heeheeheeheehahahaha!”
If he wasn’t your best friend, you’d kill him.
You thrashed your head around in ticklish agony as your friend mercilessly attacked your hind hooves, the torture continued for a full minute before Trixie finally did something.
“As you can see,” The unicorn interjected, “this stallion is cut clean in half. Now watch as Trixie put him back together!” Her horn began to glow, and you felt your body slowly reattach itself. Within seconds, you felt an electric tingle on your waist, and you soon felt your body become one again.
“And now..” She opened the box, and you gradually climbed out, stretching your body and glaring at your friend. As the audience applauded, there were fireworks going off the stage behind you.
It took all the willpower in your body not to rightfully punch him square in the face.
“And now, Trixie shall continue with her next trick!” She announced, blinking you backstage and your friend to his place in the audience. You sat down, sighing, waiting for your next appearance on stage.
You’ve assisted her in a few other magic acts, like being put in a barrel and getting stabbed repeatedly, having her pass completely through you, and even shrinking you. Each one you were happy to oblige. You did get the occasional 'lovely' or 'handsome' from her, but you assumed that it was just part of her showmareship act. But your feelings of affection to her still stood. If only you could tell her.
As the show ended, you eagerly waited to hear your performance result...
“Not bad.” Those were the only two words she said about your performance.
“That’s all? That’s all you have to say?” You were disappointed, but something told you that Trixie was more disappointed than you were.
“Yes. That is all Trixie has to say. You have done an adequate job for your first day. Now pack your essentials and be prepared to move away tomorrow. Our next show is in 3 days.” She started to walk inside her traveling stage, and you felt your heart stop.
Tomorrow? It did make sense, she is a traveling showmare, but you were caught off-guard, unprepared for travelling tomorrow. Nevertheless, you wordlessly spread your wings and flew off towards home. As the cold night wind blew against your body, you began to reflect.
How am I going to tell everypony about this? In fact, should I even go? I mean, what do I even see in her? Is this even a good idea? ...I’m going back. There’s something I need to do.
Immediately, you spun on a dime and started to fly back. Your wings flapped to the beating of your heart. You had no time to waste. You had a unicorn to talk to.
You nearly stumbled as you landed. Wings prematurely retracted, you walked up to the caravan, the cold cobblestone underneath your hooves. You were about to knock when you heard a voice lamenting in the night.
“How is it this hard to tell him? Don’t be a whimpering fool.”
Is that Trixie? No, that’s not possible.
“He’s hard working, obedient, and kinda cute, so how come you can’t tell him?” the voice continued, unaware of your presence.
...Is she talking about me? No, that’s impossible.
You carefully pressed your ear against the door in an attempt to hear better. Your breathing slowly started to pick up, but was still quiet as you attempted to get more information.
The voice sighed. “It doesn’t even have to be an ‘I love you’. Just tell him how much you care about all the hard work he’s done.”
That is Trixie, but who is she talking about? And who is she talking to?
“You’re The Great and Powerful Trixie! Do not let fear hold you back! Trixie has vanquished the dreaded Ursa Major! Trixie has magic that fillies and mares only dream to obtain! Trixie does not let fear rule her life!”
Your breathing gradually became more and more audible as you desperately wanted to have all your questions answered.
“I should take a walk. To clear my head...”
Horseapples.
In a panic, you took to the sky, not caring anymore about noise, but more about being spotted. You flopped onto a nearby cloud and gasped for breath. As you caught your breath, you looked to where the unicorn was walking towards, all alone without her trademark hat and cape. You lay on the cloud, the softness depressing as your body slowly sank in. You began to think about what you’ve done.
Should I follow her? No, that just seems creepy. Argh, I’m not thinking straight. Ok, I just gotta relax here, collect myself. What happened to me? I’m still head over hooves for a mare I barely know... I need to talk to her when she gets back. Maybe on the road to whatever town is next. Confess that I really admire her, maybe. I gotta let her know...
It took 8 minutes before you heard another voice. You felt your body freeze, temporarily paralyzed by the shock. You poked your head out from your one-cloud hideout, and saw that Trixie was returning. You scooted across the sky, you heard her voice, it was soft and slightly depressed. It sounded like she was muttering about something, but you couldn’t make out any words. You debated about whether or not to tell her now.
You leaned further from your hideout to see her sigh before entering her wagon. Quickly shaking your head, you ditched your fears and landed on the ground. To your left, the road back to your house, to your right, Trixie’s wagon. You exhaled sharply, and knocked on the door.
“Great and Powerful Trixie? Are you in there?”
After the sound of a panicked gasp, and hooves clopping across the wooden floor, the door opened to the unicorn in full outfit, her face completely flustered.
“W-what are you doing here? Here to admire Trixie more?” She yelled at you, desperately trying to gain her composure.
You shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to say. “Well...kinda...”
Trixie cleared her throat, “Well, it isn’t surprising, many a pony have come to admire Trixie.”
She seemed to not care that you’re her assistant. You briefly look to the side. “Well, Trixie, there’s something I need to tell you.”
She nods, “Well, then speak! Don’t keep Trixie waiting!”
You were nervous, you nearly broke into a nervous sweat. You started to stammer, choking on your words, “Well...I...I...”
You slowly saw Trixie get impatient as you stammered. One of her eyebrows raised in suspicion.
You took a deep breath, and gazed into her eyes, your body shaking, “Well, ever since I saw you...I really admired you...”
The unicorn nodded once more, “Understandable, of course. Trixie has had this happen to her before.”
You cringed, your face becoming warmer by the second. “Well, I mean, after a while, I started to like you more...” Your heart was pounding to the point that it could double as a bass drum in a marching band. “...and I...Well...uh...” You were cut off by a hoof on your lips.
“No more. Trixie understands.” she calmly ordered. Her air of confidence slowed your heart rate. She took her hoof of your mouth and smirked. “Trixie has something to admit to as well.”
You nervously tapped your hoof against the wagon as you waited for what she was going to say.
“You see, Trixie has admired you as well.”
You felt your heart skip a beat as you tried to comprehend. “You...you have?”
The blue mare smiled. “Yes. Trixie admires your hard work, dedication, and kindness. Not many ponies display that to Trixie.”
You stood immobile. You could not even blink. This was one of the last things you expected her to say.
“So...thank you.” As the last words left her mouth, she moved closer and kissed you on the nose.
POMF!
Wingie Status: Popped
You gasped, blushing profusely. This display made the mare chuckle.
“W-well, I think I should get home, to finish packing...”
The showmare surprisingly shook her head, walking back inside, she motioned with her hoof to follow her in. You obeyed, curious and excited on what she wanted.
“Trixie supposes she can postpone the tour...just for a while.”
