Kirigiri never thought of Naegi Makoto as a cooking type. Aoi Asahina had the vibes of someone who could and had quite the experience with cooking, seeing as she always brought boxes of homemade sweets to social events and even school. Naegi, on the other hand, had the vibes of someone who could -at most- cook rice and ramen in a pot when he needed to. And like most of her intuitions, she was completely right. But her intuition hadn’t told her that it would be this bad… She hadn’t known what to expect when Naegi had knocked on the door of her house that day with a light blue Tupperware container in his hands and a nervous look on his face. She had immediately tried to determine what it was he was holding, but he had insisted it was a surprise and she had to come to the kitchen to find out. So obediently, she had let him in the house and let him carry whatever it was into her kitchen. She was beginning to feel slightly nervous as she heard him mutter out, “But don’t get excited… you’ll probably be a little disappointed…” She had patiently waited until he had set it down on the table and had waited for him to open it, but he seemed hesitant. She had thrown him a questioning look and found that she didn’t quite like the rather uncommitted smile that had lit on the brown-haired boy’s face. His forest-green eyes were refusing to make eye contact, the smile on his face shaky and uncertain. His hands were twiddling around nervously together, as if trying to seek solace within the other. She really began feeling scared when a light rosy hue began dusting his pale cheeks as he began to shakily spit out, “Just to let you know, we tried. It’s probably not that good… in both appearances and uh- taste… but I hope you like it anyway…” Then without another word - and still avoiding her gaze - he popped off the lid of the container and revealed the… interesting contents that were inside. It seemed like a scene from a horror movie when she witnessed what was hidden within the container. For once, Kirigiri had found herself speechless as she looked at the sight in front of her, trying to make sense of it all. Her light lavender eyes inspected the item in front of her (which was apparently supposed to be a cake…she assumed anyway) critically, trying to see what exactly had gone wrong. For a minute, she had thought it was some kind of gelatinous material that had some neon, bubblegum-pink frosting slapped over its side. Why else would it be slumping and jiggling that direction? But after some further investigating, she saw fallen crumbs of what was supposed to be flakes of the cake. All of the flakes looked moist, as if they had soaked up extreme amounts of milk like a sponge. It looked like some weird lab mutation gone wrong rather than an actual cake. A collage of rainbow-colored sprinkles were cascaded across the frosting… but there were way to many and they were basically clumped into a miniature mountains. They also looked like they were glued to the frosting rather than resting on it. She assumed the sprinkles were supposed to add a touch of prettiness onto the cake to cover up the rest of its mess… but all it did was make it look more cluttered and haphazard. It was beginning to look like an animal that needed to be put down. Kirigiri suddenly noticed something off on the side where no sprinkles strayed. There she saw a bunch of red icing that formed sloppy, wobbly shapes that she figured out were supposed to represent letters. She found herself squinting and leaning in closer as she tried to determine what the message on the cake was supposed to translate out to. They barely formed coherent letters. The letters were collided against one another and they were in cursive. It looked like kindergarten scribbles. “It says, ‘Happy Birthday, Kirigiri!’” Naegi said for her, making her look up. She could see that the light rosy blush that had dusted his cheeks earlier had formed into a bright red band across his face. He looked like he wanted to sink against the floor, his hands now clawing at one another. His hazel eyes were still glued to her marble floor like it was the most interesting thing in the world as she heard him quickly explain, “Sorry, it isn’t very good. Togami-san and I thought it would be a lot cooler to try and bake you a cake rather than buy one. Aoi had made it sound easy and even gave us instructions… but it wasn’t that easy. I feel so bad for Togami’s housekeeper…” Kirigiri found a small smile tug at her lips as she said, “Togami helped you construct this? Why didn’t he come with you then to deliver this to me?” Naegi cringed at that and Kirigiri watch his jaw tighten with embarrassment like Fukawa’s did whenever she was nervous. It seemed like he was reluctant to explain Togami’s absence to her. But eventually, he managed to strain out, “He said the cake spoke for his embarrassment and he felt like he didn’t need to show up to know your disappointment. Here… he signed the card.” Suddenly, Kirigiri watched as Naegi dug into his coat pocket and pulled out a slightly beat up white envelope. He handed it to her, finally making eye-contact as he took a few steps. His eyes were betraying all of his anxiety. He looked like a scared puppy. Kirigiri was sure that if the cake hadn’t needed to be delivered, he would’ve stayed with Togami happily. But alas, magic didn’t exist so he had came through anyway. She took the envelope out of his hands and primly slit the top open the way Celestia had taught her to do a long time ago. Digging through the contents, she slipped out a small little store-bought birthday card. It had the standard words of an average birthday card and she saw that Naegi had signed his name down in neat little letters… but his penmanship looked poor compared to Togami’s elegant handwriting. It looked like calligraphy it was so nicely written. Togami had signed his name too… but there was a message on the letter as well. ‘I’m not going to explain myself but I do forewarn that whatever you do… you do not eat that cake. I don‘t say this very often but… sorry. I just want to note as well that Naegi had forced me to do this… so if you need a scapegoat, blame him.’- Togami Byakuya. “That pretty much explains it.” Naegi said shyly to her once she had finished reading. He must’ve noticed the small smile pulling at her lips. She was trying not to laugh, but a few slight giggles were starting to make her shoulders quake. She had quickly covered her mouth with her hand to suppress them. Despite the fact that Togami and Naegi’s efforts to make her a cake for her birthday were humorous and that the cake didn’t look quite edible… she found that she was touched by their kindness and consideration. They didn’t even have to give her a cake at all. She had gotten ‘Happy Birthday’ wishes via phone calls from Sayaka, the Enoshima twins, Fukawa, Sakura, and Chihiro that she was very appreciative of, but Naegi and Togami (whether he was truly forced to or not) had went above and beyond to attempt something for her birthday… even if it wasn’t that successful in the long-run. Kirigiri found herself putting a gloved hand on Naegi’s shoulder comfortingly, causing him to look up curiously and a little nervously, as if he had expected her to be mad or something. But his look relaxed when he saw the big smile on her face as she said, “Thank you, Naegi-kun… and I will make sure to thank Togami-kun when I see him in school tomorrow. The cake is nice.” Naegi beamed up at her as if he had been clinging onto the hope that she would say something like that. With a huge smile of his own she felt him wrap his arms around her waist in a big hug and heard him say, “Happy birthday, Kirigiri-san!”
Okay, so I had written this about two weeks ago for Kirigiri's birthday and had posted it so I could introduce myself to the ArchiveOfOurOwn community (my name is AshsHorrorShow btw). Apparently a bunch of people liked it so I decided why not put this on Deviantart and see if anyone enjoys it.
Even though it has passed since then, happy birthday Kirigiri! : D
Hope you enjoyed and as always, give me a good critique to smack me in the ass every now and again.
Kirigiri stands beside Naegi’s door, arms crossed and prepared. She has the slightest feeling that perhaps Ikusaba - if she truly is responsible for this mess that they’re in at the moment - is going to rid of her. Likely dragging along Naegi with her…
No, she can’t let her thoughts travel there. If she even considers the thought that Naegi will end up dead because of her…
Kirigiri knows that she will not let Ikusaba kill him. She believes that she’ll manage to fall under their crazed mastermind’s trap but, there is no way she can afford to lose Naegi. Besides this interest she seems to be taking in him might be half of the reason she’s even considering saving him.
Suddenly there is movement. Kirigiri freezes, hoping that perhaps it’s just one of her classmates. She turns her head towards the entrance of the dorms from her location beside the door and leans against the wall. Kirigiri shifts over until she’s at the edge of the hallway and scours for Ikusaba. Instead she finds… nothing. The movement ceases as though it was anticipated that she would hear it.
Kirigiri lets her guard down for a moment, before deciding to hide outside of Naegi’s room. Suddenly she realizes her mistake. Soft footsteps fill the hall and Kirigiri whips back around to the entrance.
No one appears there.
Instead she turns around to the back of it and there she finds a figure wearing only white, with a mask obscuring their face. Their hand is around an odd looking knife and she deduces…
Kirigiri watches in shock as Ikusaba manages to open Naegi’s door and sees it close behind her.
She can’t afford to lose him. There’s already too much that has been lost to her. Kirigiri charges towards Naegi’s room. As soon as she opens the door Naegi screams. Ikusaba holds the odd looking knife above prone body on the bed about to stab him while he’s in this state.
She doesn’t even consider the consequences of her actions. Kirigiri only focuses on the knife above Naegi.
“Ikusaba!” Kirigiri shouts and the masked figured turns. Kirigiri doesn’t care that she loses her anger in such a short amount of time as soon Ikusaba’s wrist is within her grasp. Kirigiri twists the wrist in her hand. She flips it upside down to grab the knife when Ikusaba locks her arm.
Kirigiri tightens her grip on Ikusaba’s arm and yanks her over. Ikusaba responds by attempting to knee Kirigiri in the stomach. Quickly she lets go of Ikusaba’s arm and Ikusaba almost crashes to the ground.
Quickly Kirigiri looks over at Naegi who has since closed his eyes. Other than his fever he appears fine. She checks back towards Ikusaba who recollects herself after her almost tumble. The knife is gone from her hand.
It’s beside Naegi’s bed. Before Ikusaba notices it’s missing, Kirigiri snatches it. Ikusaba recollects herself eventually and stares at Kirigiri, back to her normal stoic self. The mastermind finally realizes that her weapon is gone and stares at the blade aimed at her chest. Kirigiri chooses not to move closer. Ikusaba knows that Kirigiri is only making the threat of murder. She regrets letting Ikusaba know that she could use that against Kirigiri. But all Kirigiri wants to let Ikusaba know is that Naegi will not be killed.
“Leave. Now.” Kirigiri says, not even daring to move the knife higher. Ikusaba doesn’t say anything. She expects Kirigiri to move forward to kill her but she remains beside Naegi’s bed. Ikusaba inches closer towards Kirigiri. Just waiting to have the biggest thorn in her side stab her. Kirigiri just smiles.
“Leave Ikusaba.” Kirigiri repeats, and Ikusaba grabs Kirigiri’s arm. She remains unphased as Ikusaba plucks the weapons from her hand. Then she dashes away from the room still holding onto her weapon. Kirigiri deduces that knife will become her own thorn in her side. All that matter is that Naegi is still alive.
She turns to check on him, surprisingly still asleep after all the ruckus she and Ikusaba had caused. He once again surprises her and he wakes up.
“Eh… Kirigiri-san?” Naegi pants through his fever.
She says nothing. Kirigiri isn’t exactly sure of what to say to him after saving his life.
“Did you…” He says, “did you... say something...?”
Kirigiri resists laughing at him, and again says nothing.
“S-say… s-something…” Then he falls victim to his fever once more.
This time she does say something, “I think I might have taken a liking to you Naegi-kun.”
He thankfully doesn’t hear her and she ignores the blush crawling on her cheeks. Naegi still has has fever and his heavy panting is all that can be heard in the room. Having nowhere else to go Kirigiri heads off to get a cloth to cool down his fever.
She returns and sets it on his head. Kirigiri decides to remain in his room until the fever is gone. Embarrassingly she grabs his hand and runs her thumb over the top. It’s not as warm as his forehead when she first placed the cloth on his head, but it’s still hot.
After a few more hours of waiting for his sickness to fade he begins to stir and Kirigiri removes the cloth and her hand finally. She’s about to leave when she turns back to look at Naegi. He’s not all that special, he doesn’t have that much good luck but he… he… seems so genuine and she can’t help being drawn to him. He hasn’t stirred much after she let go of his hand but she hopes he won’t feel this.
Kirigiri presses a peck on his lips and she soon flushes before leaving.
Naegi wakes up then and wonders if he imagined Kirigiri coming into his room.
Hello dears. It feels like it's been forever! Rarity Belle at your service, more commonly known simply as Rarity. Business pony and expert dress maker! Oh, and holder of the Element of Harmony known as Generosity.
It's been over a couple of weeks since the ordeal with that brute of a chaos spirit Discord. Everyone else seems to be holding together alright. Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash seem to be hanging out more than usual. Fluttershy strangely asked Miss Cheerilee for advice on how to handle difficult fillies... maybe she wants to give babysitting one more shot?
As for myself, I am doing perfectly well. I can now look at jewelry without vomiting (I'm fairly sure horses aren't supposed to be able to do that!).
I can now look at the rocks outside without falling into fits of self loathing.
I only break into a cold sweat now when touching diamonds rather than all gems.
And the nightmares where a handsome prince arrives to woo me only to tell me his name is Tom and turn into a giant boulder now only happen every other night.
Yes. I'd say I've perfectly recovered from the travailing ordeal without the slightest permanent stain on my inner beauty!
Now if only Pinkie Pie would stop mentioning how none of my dresses have those sparkly gems in them anymore. And Twilight would stop asking why I'm practically throwing away gemstones at Spike whenever he comes over.
And I wish Fluttershy would stop telling me that I need to open up and talk more about what happened! What Discord told me that made me give up being generous and instead become 'The Hoarder' as Twilight called me.
Since we weren't acting like ourselves, Pinkie Pie insisted on coming up with nicknames for ourselves when we were under Discord's corruption. She says she can't decide if she should go with Rarigreed for me since it's more identifiable, or Greedity because it rolls off the tongue better.
I tell Pinkie Pie in NO uncertain terms that I do not care one way or the other and that I have no interest in this particular 'project' of hers and that she should not discuss it with me further in any shape or form!
What am I supposed to say? That Discord barely said a word to me and simply offered me what I thought were some pretty treasures?
Maybe I should take a page out of 'LiarJack's' book and say I resisted all his temptations like pure innocent Fluttershy and he had to -force- me to be selfish. But I think we've all had our share of lies for one lifetime after this.
And for the first time since I was chosen worthy by the Element of Generosity, I'm suddenly asking if I really am.
I've dealt with hecklers and idiots before who try to paint me as some greedy nag who'd trade her own friends in for some baubles and I still refuse to dignify their verbal assaults with an answer.
But now I've found myself wondering. Was I being generous for the sake of others? Or because I couldn't stand to look at anything that didn't fit my view of what was pretty and had to FORCE it to be that way?
Am I like Discord? I know the way the world 'should' and 'should not' be, so anything that conflicts with that HAS TO change no matter what... But isn't that the way it is with everypony? Pinkie thinks people should always be happy and sure seems to go out of her way for it. Fluttershy wants everyone to be kind, but she doesn't go around bossing everyone to be kind because then that wouldn't BE kind.
Blast it all! BLAST it all! May Celestia take it all and banish it to the moon!
Was I THAT desperate for a stallion in my life that I was willing to love what I thought was a giant diamond?! I can swoon any stallion of my choice! So why don't I just find one worth of my time and finally have my prince? Or did Blueblood really ruin a lifetime goal of mine so utterly that I wanted to be with something I knew couldn't cheat on me or treat me wrong? Did I let that arrogant foal get to me that much? Even after I lost my temper and gave him the talking to he so richly deserved, am I really letting that upper class reject ruin what I wanted so badly? Just to be WITH someone?
I know Spike would move mountains for me if I wanted. It's actually a little painful knowing even he wouldn't come to my side with how I was acting as Discord's pawn. Thankfully he didn't hear me call him Twilight's 'little minion.' At least Sweetie Belle didn't have to see me like that, she was as insane as all the other ponies in Ponyville were at that point. I swear I wish Celestia would let me take a sledge hammer to Discord's statue! Sweetie Belle actually threw out her doll collection because they were giving her nightmares! I had to save them from the garbage and hide them somewhere (I know she'll thank me... eventually...).
Cheerilee and the parents of all the fillies and colts in town are trying their hardest to help their children recover, but we're ALL dealing with what Discord did to us even as Cheerilee tries to help her students. Celestia bless her soul, I can tell she's hurting like the rest of us during her time as Discord's mad plaything, but she still wants her students to 'bloom' as she insists is the meaning of her cutie mark. Sometimes I wonder if being a florist was what she was good at, but not what made her happy.
Princess Celestia actually put out a royal mandate for counselors from all over Equestria to visit Ponyville and all other places Discord had damaged. But there are so many of us who were tainted by Discord, and only so few ponies whose special talent is giving ponies the therapy they NEED now. So the doctors are focusing on those of us who really need help. Big Macintosh apparently can now stay in the same room with a dog without breaking down into a nervous wreck. I'll admit I don't know Applejack's brother all that well, but seeing that mountain of strength and silent will so... damaged like that carries a whole new flavor of wrongness. But after the first two weeks we've all been able to at least PRETEND that nothing had happened and we were able to playact through our lives. Well, most of us.
My oh so loving, attentive and caring parents practically -fled- Ponyville with Photo Finish on the first Pegasi flight to the southern islands as part of their 'therapy' for whatever torture Discord put them through. I didn't ask what Discord made them do, but they were covered in hoof marks whose indentations were of the garish tacky brand-names they always wore.
And that, of course, leaves me with Sweetie Belle, again. I swear to Celestia herself, I spend more time raising my little sister than my parents do! 'Back after a week's vacation!' Ugh! I can't believe I still fall for that lie! This isn't the first time Sweetie has plagued my home for more than a month! I'm more of a mother than mother is! Gagh! This added stress I do not need!
Yes yes it took her trying to change her name to Sweet Apple and joining Applejack's family to get me to realize I actually cared for her! Moving on!
Spike keeps visiting, asking if there's anything he can do for me. I give him some meaningless task or another until he's satisfied for the day and leaves. I can't bear the idea of using him for real workloads... Most ponies aren't interested in buying new dresses right now anyway; all my orders are from out of town.
Maybe I should just tell him that he's too young for me, and by the time he hits manhood I'll be in a rocking chair. But he's about the only one in Ponyville who didn't suffer emotionally during the whole ordeal, and I don't want him to be hurt like that right now. It would be the single most unlady-like thing I could possibly do.
I've already thrown away the orders for dozens of the ugly dresses I made for my friends that one time that the population of Ponyville suddenly couldn't get enough of once they were all as mad as hatters. It was an unspoken agreement that I wouldn't force them to honor orders they made while completely out of their gourds.
THANK CELESTIA AND HER DAY AND LUNA AND HER NIGHT that Applejack, along with the others, volunteered to take Tom, er, the boulder away and promised to drop him, ugh the thing in the middle of Froggy Bottom Bog where the frogs and hydra could have it. Applejack said it was her way of making up for how the railway wouldn't accept my commission to take the boulder to Appleloosa, smash it into a million pieces and scatter the rubble across several miles of open desert.
Twilight at first calmly suggested that I should keep it as a reminder of hardships endured and make myself a better pony out of it. I calmly suggested in return that Twilight should go to Pony Hell. Thankfully she forgave me later even if she admitted it was partially her fault.
With IT gone I could finally walk around the shop without thinking every big round shadow I saw was IT following me somehow. At least THOSE nightmares had stopped.
The door to my work room smashes open into splinters. Tom rolls in carrying a bouquet of flowers in its cracks.
"No. NO! GO AWAY!" I trot backwards, it rolls closer.
A voice rumbles. "I love you more than anything, Rarity, my love! And we shall be together forever!" A cockatrice crawls out of the bouquet and glares at me... my insides turn colder than ice before going numb. I see, hear, think, but cannot move. Can't move, can't speak. Can feel everything on the outside but so empty on the inside. I see the gray statue of a unicorn in one of my mirrors.
"Now my rock princess, let us be off! Attendants!"
Dozens of smaller rocks rolled in behind Tom, and push me along, taking one of my wedding dresses and rolling it onto me. I can't move. I can't speak. I'm only their dress up doll.
"Now my rock princess let us be happily ever after, FOREVER!"
I startled awake, standing on my four hooves. I had fallen asleep? In the middle of the day? How vulgar. Thank goodness no one had borne witness to such a travesty. Maybe I was overtired, maybe.
I stood in my stock room, looking at my dresses, all with jewels I had found and dug up myself; even my earliest designs had always included stones of some sort or another. And they all reflected back at me as I stood there looking at them. Seeing a mare aged before her time, tired, weary, invisible weights dragging behind her. And I imagined, for one brief moment, Discord's sneering face on them.
I screamed, using my horn to tear off the gems I had so carefully and painstaking placed myself, destroying hours, days, weeks worth of work in minutes, snarling and cursing and sobbing, stomping on them and screaming at them. How dare they betray me? How dare they lead me astray? Jewels had helped me find my cutie mark, had helped me realize my special talent in creating things of beauty! How dare beauty betray me? How dare they turn me into something I wasn't? I tossed them out windows, breaking glass, I knocked over mannequins, ripping off jewelry and throwing them against walls. I didn't show mercy to any precious jewel or treasure.
I showed no pity to any pretty, shiny rock. The dresses were often torn to shreds. I kept screaming. I kept snarling. I stamped my hooves like a mad pony.
"Rarity?" I heard a small voice like a sleigh bell. I turned and hissed. Sweetie cried out in fear, looking at the ugly thing wearing her sister's face. "Rarity, the dresses, what are you-"
"I'M FIXING THEM!"
"But you said those didn't work without the-"
"I SAID I'M FIXING THEM YOU STUPID FILLY! DON'T YOU DARE TALK BACK TO YOUR ELDERS!" A sharp circlet whizzed by Sweetie Belle's head and imbedded itself in the walls behind her. A few severed threads of her mane floated to the floor.
Sweetie Belle fell to her knees and covered her head to make herself as small as possible, and sniffled.
Reality came down on top of me like Luna's moon, fallen from orbit. What had I done? WHAT HAD I DONE?!
I was at Sweetie Belle's side in an instant, idly wondering if I had spontaneously learned how to teleport. Sweetie Belle shrank a little at my touch. I shuddered. I examined her, thankfully the circlet had missed her. But it had been eye level. And I knew I hadn't been exactly aiming. It could have just as easily been a few more inches to my right...
"I'm sorry Sweetie Belle, I'm, just so sorry. Big sister is, big sister just did a very bad thing just now. And she's sorry. You haven't done a single thing wrong. Big sister's just tired right now. I promise, big sister's not angry at you. Big sister's not going to hurt you. Big sister won't shout at you again. Big sister isn't going to do anything bad to you. Big sister's just upset... big sister's ashamed that she could EVER consider a jewel to be the most beautiful thing in the world, that she could ever consider them to be the most wonderful thing in the world to her. I promise, big sister's not angry at you."
Sweetie Belle finally stopped shaking, and her eyes, red with tears, looked at me timidly as she asked, "What, what is the most wonderful thing?"
I nuzzled her, "You are Sweetie, you're the most wonderful and beautiful thing in the world to me. Because you're not a thing. You're my baby sister. There's only one of you. That makes you more precious than a thousand diamonds. And it makes you more special than a million jewels... Jewels can't tell me how much they love me, and they can't listen when I tell them how much I love them. You're the most important thing in the world to me... "
We just sat there together for over an hour, watching the sunset through the broken window before I put a cloth over it to keep the night air from getting in. No offense to Princess Luna.
"Come on now, let's get this place cleaned up and go to bed. I promise you can help."
"I can?" Sweetie Belle asked, cautious but eager. Helping me has always been a desire of hers no matter the task, be it small or big. You can't buy that kind of devotion.
"Yes dear. You are after all, my most beautiful and most wonderful treasure."
A few days later -and after a very large clean up and a trip the spa, for just me and Sweetie Belle- I was in the shop again, as normal. For a tiny bit it FELT like the precious status quo we all lived for was what it was again.
There was a jingle at the door.
A little violet-pink pony came through the front door with a white and purple mane. The filly moved with the uppity air of an upper class heiress, but her motions reminded me a bit of a doll, forced, almost mechanical, like she was putting conscious effort into her body language. Her name flashed through my mind as I saw what she was wearing and her cutie mark, and my coat became matted with sweat.
"Greetings, Miss Rarity." Like her body language, her voice was prim and proper, with a healthy sprinkling of spoiled arrogance, but it also seemed forced. I was considered part of Ponyville's 'upper crust,' even if some, like the Tiaras, considered me an outsider for being a unicorn. As it was, the filly went through her social expectations with minimal snottiness.
"Welcome to the Carousel Boutique, young miss! What can I help you with today?" I said, putting on my best business face.
The filly moved closer. I took a step back. Di-di-dia-diam-the filly either didn't notice or pretended not to.
The filly spoke with a sense of entitlement. "Your little store has the honor of accepting a VERY IMPORTANT commission from me, Miss Rarity! I expect it to be completed before the week is out. I assume this won't be a problem for a store with so little business as yours."
I kept my face on. It was a struggle. Stupid little filly, I likely do more work in a week then a member of your family does in a year!
"So... what is this dress of yours you would like me to complete?"
I finally realized how peculiar it was that a spoiled brat like Diam-this filly would be without any escort. And where was that other half of hers anyway?
Diamon-ugh! The filly pulled out a crudely drawn figure from a saddle bag I hadn't noticed before (Myself missing a detail? How was that possible? Then again I was trying my hardest not to think about how she was wearing her namesake on her head.) with measurements apparently written in by someone else.
From the measurements, the dress appeared to be designed for an adult mare. The design was excessive and a half, done with little sense of style, and was far more flare than substance.
"This. I trust you'll be able to follow them with no real problems. Ignore what the notes say, include at least five times as many diamonds as that. And make sure they're the largest you have! I know you're a so-called expert at finding diamonds, so no excuses! Remember, five times as many as-"
She practically shoved the design in my face. And I saw them, diamonds, all over the gaudy dress with a drawing of one by the side as if for example. Diamond Tiara continued to ramble for several seconds but I wasn't listening anymore.
All I saw was myself ripping a stone wall to pieces and ruining my appearance all for the sake of something pretty and being vicious to my friends for no good reason, thinking they wanted it for themselves. And finding out it was all a lie, I threw it out at once... and felt the crushing SHAME inside me, for acting absolutely no different from this spoiled brat but several times worse. I was deluded into thinking something worthless was precious, but how much of the rest was me? My head hurt as Greedity's- no, my actions ran through my head. I had been so, so wretched.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING YOU NARWHAL?" DIAMOND Tiara shouted out, her DIAMOND tiara actually looking rather tilted slightly from her agitated expression.
"NO. And get out."
"WHAT?" DIAMOND Tiara said in total disbelief. When was the last time someone other than her parents had told her "no?"
"I SAID NO! YOU CAN TAKE YOUR BUSINESS ELSEWHERE! NOW GET OUT! AND DON'T YOU DARE COME NEAR MY STORE AGAIN!!" I snarled.
"NO! Here is something YOU can't do!" I used my horn's magic to lift the suddenly confused and angry, then very scared DIAMOND Tiara. I drank it in. "SO who's a narwhal now?" DIAMOND Tiara was shaking. I leaned in close to the helpless filly. "Now listen here you greedy little foal! If I EVER catch you or hear that you called my little sister that I am telling your teacher and I PROMISE she'll listen to me! And if I find you near my home again I'll see you in a dungeon for trespassing! And I promise that little revenge fantasy already in your empty head won't work! My customers will never listen to anything you or your parents say!"
"MY PARENTS-" DIAMOND Tiara actually began to snarl but I then telekinetically tossed her out! Her DIAMOND tiara then fell off her head, and I practically THREW it at her as the spoiled filly left in tears, picking it up in her teeth and running.
The adrenaline spent, I leaned against the wall. What I had done played over and over in my mind until Sweetie Belle came home from her latest CMC group activity. No need for bandages this time, so I guess Scootaloo hadn't picked out activities today.
"Big sister? Are you okay?" Sweetie Belle asked, looking at me with concern. I must have looked worse than I normally did these last few weeks.
"It's... it's nothing dear, just, Dia-diamo-, a classmate of yours showed up for a dress to be made, but I had to turn it down."
"Diamond Tiara?" Sweetie Belle asked, then tried becoming smaller as I glared at her for saying that word.
"Yes dearie, if you must know, it was. Don't worry. She didn't cause any trouble."
"Was she acting weird like at school?"
I froze. I asked carefully, "What do you mean 'acting weird?'"
"Well..." Sweetie Belle looked uncomfortable under my gaze. "She doesn't really bully us anymore."
I blinked, suddenly feeling VERY ugly. "Really?"
"Well, she doesn't even look at us anymore, or anyone. Once school started again Miss Cheerilee kept asking her to pay attention in class. I guess she did that before, but before, she acted bored. Now it's like she... I guess like she's somewhere else."
"So would you say she's being nicer?"
"Not really. Yes. No. Maybe? She just ignores us instead of taunting us, but she keeps screaming at Silver Spoon."
My jaw dropped. "What? But, isn't that her best," I corrected myself, "-only- real friend?"
"Yeah, Applebloom thought it was weird too. No, I think what she said was 'whad da heck es dat 'bout' or something. You know that break we got after the panic over the Cutie Pox? Ever since school started again, everytime Silver Spoon tries to talk to her, D-, Tiara just yells at her. Calls her a good-for-nothing four-eyes, says her cutie-mark is stupid, says it means she's only good for being rich and isn't good at anything, and she's worthless... Cheerilee gave Tiara a time out and Silver Spoon - I think she was crying - went to visit the counselor after that... Later, when Miss Cheerilee was talking to Tiara, Tiara shouted that she wished you hadn't beaten Discord and that everyone in Ponyville was still crazy. I think she might have gotten suspended for the week after that."
I just listen. I can only listen. There is clearly a larger picture going on here. That was when I noticed a piece of paper still on the floor, which I floated up to get a better look... it was Dia-, Tiara's sketch, with her name on it. I finally noticed a small note in the corner, Sweetie Belle did as well.
"Momma's?" Sweetie Belle read it out loud, "I didn't know she had a mom."
"Eh?" I thought I already had that talk with Sweetie Belle about where foals came from.
"Well... When Cheerilee wants to talk to her parents, it's only her dad who ever shows up. She always talks about how great her dad is but never talks about her mom. So we figured she didn't have one."
"Everyone has a mother, Sweetie Belle... everyone..." I sighed, "Everyone is some mother's child."
I took the paper with me. Sweetie Belle and I spent the rest of the evening in relative silence. I asked about her day and she asked bits about mine. Cheerilee was apparently falling back on her old tactic of trying to relate to her students by sharing her own ordeal during Discord's games. Apparently Cheerilee had been planting flowers in other ponies' heads after Discord had driven her mad. She also talked about how bottled up feelings could hurt a pony worse than what caused those feelings in the first place.
"It was really weird."
"After you asked about it. Seeing Silver Spoon cry... I didn't think she knew how to."
'Of course,' I thought. The logic of a child, and most adults. Silver Spoon was bad, a bully... and therefore, she had to be all bad. There couldn't be a single thing that made her a real pony, as opposed to a creature that lived only to make the lives of Sweetie Belle and her friends miserable.
"Well, you did say her only friend just told some very awful things to her. Wouldn't you cry if Scootaloo or Applebloom said awful things to you?"
"But they'd NEVER say awful things to me..."
"Like how you all started fighting in the royal garden?" I said flatly.
"Er, I bet it was that bad dragon-snake that made us do all that! It had to be, right?" The idea to Sweetie Belle that she and her friends could have had a genuine FIGHT instead of just one of their arguments obviously scared her. After all, weren't friends not supposed to fight? Wasn't that the point of being a friend?
I sighed, I have more experience dealing with fillies than Fluttershy could hope to have. But that didn't make some things less difficult.
"If you're sure it was dear. Then I'm sure too. Now eat your alfalfa."
I kept Tiara's sketch with me. She didn't come back for it. I wondered what deadly wrath she was convincing her father to bring down upon me like she was a princess and I was a 'faceless commoner.' She couldn't appreciate that I personally knew Her Majesty's personal envoy to Ponyville and had met Princess Celestia multiple times. I doubt her father would risk trying to cross a national hero even to appease his daughter's demand. All the same I watched my flanks for a few days.
On a hunch I made a few visits to the town records, I milked the gossip sources, filtered out the garbage from facts. Taking advantage of Celestia's decree, I even paid a few visits to some of the psychologists in town, but found they wouldn't answer the questions I had as a matter of course. However all the same, in a few days I had more or less learned what I needed to know.
I closed the shop early, and began to work. I told Sweetie Belle she should consider doing something nice for Silver Spoon. She looked at me like I had told her to give flowers to Nightmare Moon. Knowing how much I sounded like Fluttershy I said, "Sweetie Belle. Being generous to people you like is easy. Being generous to strangers is simple. Being generous to people you don't like is neither easy nor simple. But it's also something that they can't imagine you doing for them, and the best gifts are sometimes the surprise kind."
"But would you WANT someone who's awful to get a gift?"
"..." I thought about how to explain this as best I could. "Sweetie Belle, I won't pretend that I thought there was any good in Discord. But I didn't think there was any good in Nightmare Moon either. I don't think Princess Luna is bad. And if there could be good in someone like Nightmare Moon, what about everyone else?"
Sweetie Belle looked at me with an admirable struggle to understand what I said before saying, "But what does that have to do with giving a gift to a bad guy? Why give a bad guy something when you could give it to a good person instead?"
"Sweetie Belle... Nightmare Moon thought EVERYONE was bad for not thanking her for working on the night as hard as Celestia does the day. But we proved her wrong, we helped her out of the dark place she was inside herself. I've taught you very much that what others think DOES matter. I know that goes against a lot of what your teacher says, but if someone is awful to you, it's because they think they have a right to be awful towards you, because you're just something that LOOKS like a pony but isn't one, or because they think you deserve to be awful towards... I'm sorry Sweetie Belle, I really don't expect you to get any of this. But please, for your big sister. Being generous to someone who doesn't like you, and you don't like, can cause good things to happen."
Sweetie Belle just nodded dumbly and wandered off, what I said churning in her skull in a soup of confusion. Hopefully my place of authority as her big sister would help her make the right decision. Meanwhile I worked from sunrise to sunset then slept until halfway through the following day.
I also swallowed my pride and asked Fluttershy's help on the sewing. How did a mare whose special talent was animal care know more about sewing than me?
I also did a LOT of digging in the next few days. The dia-dia, DIAMOND dogs knew to stay clear of me but I insisted on their help as well, which they reluctantly agreed to.
It was like swallowing bitter tea mixed with cough medicine every time I was given one of the things I ordered them to find for me. But I endured. I let the sweat drip off me, I felt my body shake until it was sore, feeling them have actual contact with my body when I handled them. Somehow I endured.
They were very surprised at the end when I emptied out my saddle bags, giving them an equal amount of gem stones from my own collection for what they had dug up for me. I had to explain to them, slowly, that this was what was known as 'fair trade.' To be fair I had at first intended to simply take what I wanted, counting on my infamous reputation to get what I wanted. But then I realized I wasn't their queen and I had no right to 'tax' them no matter my fantasies.
My talk with Sweetie Belle had caused me to realize I had reduced these dumb mutts to a one-dimensional trait: 'they had kidnapped me.' And as much as I loathed them and their total lack of respect for their own appearance, I begrudgingly had to admit they had their own simple appreciation for beauty. I was an artist and a business pony, not a tyrant.
When I got home I arranged them by size, weight, and everything else. The constant exposure wasn't pleasant, but I began to build up the tolerance I needed to work again. Maybe I was just being selfish again after all, maybe I was just using this as an excuse to give myself what I needed to begin to work again without being scared to death of my own materials. But I also knew this had to be done. I could have just ignored it, just let it go, but I realized I wasn't going to.
Sweetie Belle confessed she had tried to talk to Silver Spoon, only to find the filly yelled at her, asking if Sweetie Belle and the others were going to laugh at her now that D-Diamond Tiara hated her too. Silver Spoon had apparently acted like a cornered animal. Cheerilee had broken things up, leaving the CMCs very confused. I knew they were simply too young to understand that a bully's greatest fear was being bullied. Silver Spoon and D-Diamond Tiara now sat on opposite ends of the classroom apparently.
Silver Spoon had always been a follower not a leader, and now she found herself alone. Of course she'd think that the fillies she had helped taunt wanting to be friends with her were really just trying to set her up, to let them be cruel right back at her now that her 'protection' was gone. I told Sweetie Belle not to give up, that Silver Spoon didn't know how to make real friends. She thought I was crazy. Maybe I am at this point. Maybe everyone in Ponyville is now. Who goes through what we did and comes out undamaged?
Two days later in the early morning, having barely made my very real deadline, I trotted in front of the Tiara household.
I knocked on the door and a gray Earth Pony opened it. I informed her I had a personal delivery for the young lady of the household.
Diamond Tiara trotted downstairs wondering what could be SO important that it would take away -her- precious time. When she saw me her face contorted in rage. "YOU!" She glared at the older servant. "THROW HER OUT!"
The old maid looked ready to try her best. Instead I said quickly, "I've brought you your commission, Little Miss Tiara."
"Huh?" She blinked those big eyes of hers, confused as the entire room practically tripped over itself switching gears.
"Free of charge. And free delivery to you personally. On one condition."
"Condition?" She asked, not sounding very pleasant at all. I knew I was on thin ice already, but what had to be said had to be said.
I telekinetically opened the case I was carrying, showing the newly made dress, with diamonds in compartments on either side of it. "You sew in the diamonds yourself."
"You want to show your mother you still love her? You want to show her that you haven't given up on her? That you still believe in her? That she's still your mother even if your father says otherwise, young lady? That you're still waiting for her to get better? The best gifts, little filly, -AREN'T- the most expensive ones. They're the ones you've put the most time into yourself, the ones you've put your own effort into. They're the ones that show you really care about the person you're giving the gift to."
Diamond Tiara's jaw hung limply from her face. I gave the most formal, polite, and proper farewell fit for high society, and left. Behind me I heard heavy hoof falls and a quick shuffling noise, and a window confirmed what I imagined of a stallion passing through a minute later and Diamond Tiara hiding the case behind the servant.
I managed a smile. Maybe I was being foolish. But I knew this wasn't pointless... or at least, I didn't believe it was. And I think I finally understand. Making things beautiful and making beautiful things is simply what I am good at. A pony is not a slave to their cutie mark no matter what they teach you in school. It's your guide, not your master.
My Element and my Cutie Mark are not the same thing, have never been the same thing, and I was a foal for believing they were. If making beautiful things and making things beautiful are what I'm good at, and my Element is to be generous towards others, of course I'll share my talent with them. But that isn't the only thing I can share. Letting my sister help, spending time with others: those are generosities too, not just giving away THINGS. And I should have remembered that when Twilight's spell made me relive those moments I had been true to that inner spirit. But I was too scared of what I had done.
I'll never know how much of what I did was Discord's taint or my own choices, but I'm not ashamed anymore. Not as long as I remember that no matter what riches cross my path, my greatest treasure is at home, and she is waiting for me. And whether I find someone to live my life with is up to me. For the first time in weeks, I finally feel free.
Diamond Tiara carried the bag in her mouth, tiny red marks surrounded her front hooves and face. Sewing without fingers or a magic horn is even harder than it sounds. A large white burly pegasus pony walked next to her, as did one of her family's servants, because there was simply no way in Pony Hell that this place would EVER let a filly within these walls without protection and an adult. The servant however had promised not to tell Onyx Tiara where his daughter had really been this afternoon.
Diamond Tiara looked in the other rooms only once, and wished she hadn't, seeing a pink pegasus with stumps for wings mindlessly singing to herself.
"Screwball! You got a visitor!" Said the burly pegasus, sliding the small door within a door open. Diamond Tiara felt a wave of disgust at the oversized feather duster calling the mare inside by that name.
"Her name is Golden Tiara." She said lowly.
"Oh oh oh? Is that so so?" Said an adult earth pony on the other side. She had a pink-purple coat, and a purple mane with white stripes. "Who could it be-be on this special of days?" She said in a oddly happy voice.
Diamond Tiara pushed the bag through the opening lower on the door. "Happy birthday, mama."
"Oh baby... is that you? Does dear know you're here?"
"Of course he does," she lied. "He's hoping very much that you'll get better."
The pony in the room opened up the bag and examined the dress from every which way, trying it on in every way except the way it was meant to be worn. "OH? Is this for me-me? OH OH OH! It's so pretty! Did you do this? It's so wonderful!... Come to mommy."
Diamond Tiara didn't even hesitate. She pressed herself against the door, hearing her mother's heartbeat as she heard hers.
"You know dear, the world was finally right again a few weeks ago. Everything stopped being confusing and everything made sense again. The doctors even started making sense and let me and everyone out... then that rainbow came and the world was confusing again... But don't worry, I'm sure the world won't be confusing again really soon. If it could all make sense again once. I'm sure it'll make sense again real soon dear. Then mommy will be back home. I bet it'll be in time for YOUR birthday! You'd like mama to be there, yes dear?"
"...yes mama, that would be very nice." Diamond Tiara realized she had to end this conversation now. "I'm sorry mama, I have to go now, daddy's waiting!"
"Okay sweetie! Tell dearest that his princess still loves her prince when you see him!"
"I, I will mama! Bye!" She ran. She couldn't bear to have her mother see or hear her crying.
Discord is beaten. The world is restored to it's proper balance and sanity and Celestia rule the day once again. But it's the scars ponies bare that you can't see that take the longest to heal.
Rarity's particular kind of turning when she was corrupted by Discord has not left her in the most confident of personas. How shall she find the means to pull herself back together?
This isn't part of my Discorded Ponies POV series persay, since it's told in third person narrative. But I felt it needed to be here. Since it does count as a sort of spiritual sequel.
Recovery POVs Told In Order: Fluttershy and Flutter Cruel: [link] Rainbow Dash: [link] Rarity: Here Applejack: [link] Pinkamina: [link] Twilight Sparkle: [link] Rainbow Dash True Healing: [link] The One And Only Trixie: [link] Penultimate Alpha 01 and 02 (actually part of the same chapter split due to size limits): [link][link] Fluttercruel and Fluttershy: [link] Penultimate Beta02: [link] Teacher Teacher: [link]
TIME SPACE RIPPLE EDIT!: EDITED TO INCLUDE EVENTS OF Sisterhooves Social!!!
EDIT: I decided for the sake of story it actually made MORE sense for SS and DT's friendship to fall apart after the Cutie Pox incident. Why? Because DT calls Applebloom on her cutie mark being 'useless' which given the psychosis at the core of both upper class fillies (well one of many), might have been what triggered both fillies to suddenly question what good THEIR cutie mark was.
EDIT 2012 01 01: As edited by The Nineteenth Lord of Fear, Pumpkin. [link]
Trixie found the days passed by quickly and peacefully from there. She began to develop a routine. By the time she awoke Fluttershy was making breakfast, typically oatmeal, a warm and filing meal that started the day right. Trixie would take her mornings easy, still recuperating. She had gotten her books back from Twilight, and would review them, often in the garden if the weather held. She would then usually accompany Fluttershy into town in the afternoon, having lunch with her or just taking the chance to stretch her legs. She began to fill out little by little, her coat gleamed once more, and she regained her former energy. Only one thing stood between her and true health. That was why, nearly a week since her first visit, Trixie found herself in the Ponyville library again, Twilight Sparkle staring at her.
"Absolutely no magic?"
"None at all." Trixie shook her head. Twilight frowned.
"What happens if you try?"
Trixie shuddered. "Nausea. Trixie would rather leave it at that."
"Well? Will you aid Trixie? Some book in here must-"
"There's no need. I know what it is." Twilight replied. "It's something we were all warned about in school."
"What is it? Is it curable?"
Twilight shook her head. "Trixie, there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. I mean physically."
"What?" Trixie's brow furrowed.
"Almost nothing stops a unicorn's magic, short of a few poisons that you clearly don't have, as well as... you know. Even if your horn was damaged, you'd have some. The horn is a focal point for our magic, but it resides inside of us."
"what are you getting at?" Trixie asked crossly.
"It's an emotional block." Twilight turned and levitated down a book. She opened it and sent it over in front of Trixie. Trixie glared at the open page. Twilight kept talking as Trixie read along.
"Unicorn magic is a function of imagination and emotion. That's why our spells are internal, not incantations like some other magical species. Sometimes trauma victims or those with psychological ailments find themselves locked out of their own magic. Attempts to access the magic can cause a wide range of symptoms, usually depending on the trauma"
"Trixie is not crazy!" Trixie growled.
"No." Twilight said calmly. "But you nearly died of starvation, and then had to undergo emergency surgery for internal bleeding."
"Oh. Yes, that." Trixie backed down. "How does one fix it?" she awkwardly fumbled for the page with her hoof.
"Therapy, self-help...the fact of the matter is, Trixie, some part of you doesn't want to do magic. If you want to get it back, you need to identify why."
"That's...ridiculous! Trixie...Trixie is nothing without her magic! Why would she..."
"Trixie, it's okay." Twilight reached over and put a hoof on Trixie's shoulder. Trixie scowled at first, but sighed and turned her head away.
"Trixie...doesn't understand. You are sure?"
"Nothing can block a unicorn's magic, short of death or intervention from the goddesses. I... trust me, I don't think you've upset either Princess."
"Um... right, of course." Trixie replied, thinking back to her hysteria a week ago. She shrugged off Twilight, beginning to pace. "This is...disturbing to discover, Twilight." she forgot when it was she had begun to address the other unicorn on a first name basis. It had come naturally to her at some point.
"I could lend you some self-help books if you want. This is a library after all." Twilight smiled at her. "I'm sure you'll get through it. We're here to help."
Trixie nodded, trying to smile back. It was amazing how quickly she had found herself accepted into the fold amongst Fluttershy's friends. Well, for the most part - Applejack had yet to speak to her since that first day.
"Trixie won't be needing those, uh, hopefully. She will think long and hard on this, rest assured."
Twilight nodded. "Take care. Say hi to Fluttershy for me."
"Alright." Trixie took her leave of Twilight. She wandered through town with her head low, mind churning. She was interrupted by a sudden loud gasp. She looked up to see a pink earth pony staring at her. Trixie blinked and the pony was gone.
"Oops, forgot your invitation!" a cheery voice behind her made Trixie jumped. She turned around and found the pink pony there, an envelope in her mouth. She matched Fluttershy's description.
"Wait, are you Pinkie Pie?" Trixie asked. The pony bobbed her head, smiling with her eyes. She leaned forward, prompting Trixie to take the envelope from her.
"Wow, I thought I knew everypony who knew me!" Pinkie Pie giggled.
"Um...my name is Trixie" Trixie cleared her throat. "The Great and...oh, nevermind. Fluttershy told me about you."
"Oh yippee! I'm gone for a week and I get a new pony when I come back! Yip yip yipee!" she began to bounce around Trixie. Trixie wondered just what was meant by her 'getting' Trixie like some kind of toy.
"See you at the party!" Pinkie Pie said, having bounced behind Trixie. The unicorn turned around, but she was alone again. She looked around, but the earth pony was gone.
"Party?" Trixie fumbled the envelope open, still not used to doing things manually. Sure enough, it was an invitation to a welcome party. The place was Sugarcube Corner, and the time was tonight. Trixie's name (and title) were on the invitation.
"But when... how... " Trixie shook her head, remembering how Fluttershy had tried to describe her friend. She had assumed the pegasus's nerves had colored her description, but it looked like she had been accurate. Unsure what to do with herself, Trixie decided to head back to Fluttershy's hut.
Trixie let herself in and looked around Fluttershy's home. Angel was warding off some birds inside that were trying to get at a cob of corn the bunny was gripping tightly. The birds scattered as Trixie approached.
"Hello Angel, is Fluttershy home?" Trixie asked, used to the bunny by now. He glared at her, clutching his prize tight. Trixie laughed.
"Trixie will have her own lunch, do not fear."
The bunny nodded and pointed her to the back door before hopping off. Trixie nodded and walked out the back. She could immediately spy Fluttershy on her favorite hill, almost swarmed by squirrels. Trixie rolled her eyes as she approached, a smile on her face.
"Hello Trixie." Fluttershy greeted her. The critters parted around the unicorn, but didn't flee. If Fluttershy didn't fear her, the animals certainly weren't going to.
"Could Twilight help?" Fluttershy asked. Trixie sat down and looked away. She heard Fluttershy shift, squirrels chittering in annoyance as she displaced them.
"There there." Fluttershy held up a hoof to Trixie's face. Trixie blushed - she couldn't understand how Fluttershy did it, but she could bring a blush to Trixie's face whenever she wanted, or so it seemed.
"Twilight believes my magic is gone....because I want it to be. She called it an emotional block."
"It can't be true. Trixie has been a freeloader for too long. She never wanted to impose on you."
"You haven't Trixie, I promise." Fluttershy responded. It was a conversation they had had more than once over the past week. Trixie shook her head.
"You cannot lie, Fluttershy. Trixie eats your food, and sleeps on your couch. Yet you refuse her bits all the same."
"Trixie." Fluttershy shifted closer, almost right against Trixie. "I, um, it's not a bother. I'm..." she looked away. Trixie found herself becoming accustomed to Fluttershy's mumbles, and she made out her words now. "I'm glad to have you. Really."
"You are too kind, Fluttershy." Trixie found herself getting quiet. "Trixie only wishes to repay that."
"Trixie knows, she knows. Kindness is its own reward. You may convince her of that yet." she smiled at Fluttershy. This time, it was Trixie that brought a blush to the other pony's face with such a simple gesture. For a few moments, Trixie allowed the silence to hang for a few moments. She tried to study the day around her, figuring out just what made her feel so content. The sun must be doing her good, she figured. She glanced back to Fluttershy, only to find the other mare was doing the same to her. Fluttershy looked away quickly.
"Oh, and Trixie ran into Pinkie Pie." Trixie said, deciding to move the conversation along.
"And already planning a party, like you said. It's a welcoming party. It looks like it's... a party for Trixie. How...?"
"She does that."
"Trixie supposes she should be honored."
Trixie took a breath, and looked away. She didn't want to admit it. It was something she had never encountered before, and was a sign of how weak she felt she had become.
"You're nervous." Fluttershy said, not phrasing it as a question. Trixie closed her eyes and nodded.
"Trixie understands she is not all-loved. She is powerless to defend herself this time."
"I am....imagine finding your wings had stopped working. Or...you couldn't speak with animals anymore."
"That's not what I mean." Fluttershy told her. Trixie opened her eyes to look up. Fluttershy's eyes were so warm and peaceful now.
"You have all your friends now. I...I get real scared a lot. I thought I was powerless. But with my friends..." she smiled. "I know I have ponies that care for me."
"Hmph, how lucky for you..." Trixie replied. She immediately regretted it as Fluttershy drew back, letting her hurt show. Trixie could feel it, feel a pang in her chest.
"Fluttershy, I didn't mean..." she sighed, and tried to gather herself. "Trixie... no. Listen, I know you care. I don't understand why, but I know you do. Perhaps you're the first, really. But 'The Great and Powerful Trixie' is a lone pony, a wandering mare. She always has been. You simply cannot be there for her, and we're both fooling ourselves otherwise. She must stand on her own, or fail on her own. It is the only way for her to live."
"Then... here" Fluttershy extended a wing and twisted around. She brought her head to her wing and grabbed a feather in her teeth. She jerked her head back, flinching, and the feather came free. Trixie just looked on as Fluttershy brought the feather up and placed it behind Trixie's ears, tucking it in with her short mane.
"What's that for?" Trixie asked. Fluttershy drew back and let her mane fall over her face.
"I just....now I can always be..." she blushed and ended in a squeak. Trixie paused.
"You can always be... I understand, I think. Thank you Fluttershy. Perhaps Trixie is not powerless, not now."
Fluttershy's blush deepened, as pink as her mane. Trixie almost laughed at the adorable display.
"Come, you haven't had lunch yet, had you?" she asked, heading back towards home - Fluttershy's home, she had to remind herself.
Trixie stepped into the Sugarcube Corner, Fluttershy right behind her. The party was already in full swing, and few noticed her entrance. Pinkie Pie must have - before Trixie knew it the party pony was upon her.
"I'm so glad you made it! I've been preparing all day! Well, I've been getting home too, and then I said hello to you, and then to gummy... I've been preparing for almost half the day! We have punch and presents and party favors and pop and ponies - as guests!" she giggled. Trixie found herself backing away.
"Yes, well....Trixie will find it all, she is sure."
"Oops, time to change the music! Be right back." Pinkie bounced off. Trixie gave a sigh of relief. She glanced to Fluttershy, then twitched her ear, feeling the feather she had kept in her mane. Reassured by the presence of both, Trixie entered the party proper.
Trixie found herself greeted by many ponies as she walked through, bringing a smile to her face. Most were fairly friendly, having seen her around town in Fluttershy's company. A few even asked her about her show, recalling that she had actually managed to dazzle and impress before the usra incident.
"Yo, Trixie!" Trixie heard a familiar voice and turned around. Dash smiled at her, but as Trixie turned to her a strange frown crossed over the pegasus face.
"Hello Rainbow Dash." Trixie said cordially. "Did you want something?"
Dash shook her head and the frown disappeared. "Nothing, I was just...hey, you seen Fluttershy?"
"Trixie left her near the punch." Trixie pointed over.
"Dash!" a third pony joined them, an orange pegasus filly. "You said you were going to have her tell that one story!"
"Oh, yeah, right." Dash said, looking distracted. "Uh, hey, Trixie, can you tell Scootaloo about the Ursa Minor? Scoots here was in Cloudsdale, I'm not real good on details."
"Me?" Trixie's eyes bulged. "You want...me. To tell that story?"
"Well Twilight is all 'oh it's not a big deal' and junk." Dash rolled her eyes.
"Please." the filly looked up at Trixie. "Dash said it was cool."
"Listen, Trixie does not have the ti-"
"Pleeeease." the filly's eyes widened. She was just so scruffy and....adorable.
"Kid, Trixie would but-"
"Pleeeeeease." The filly's eyes filled her head. Trixie sighed.
"Fine, fine. Ahem. Trixie believes it begins with the arrival of a particularly eloquent and classy showmare..." she began to tell the story to the enraptured filly. And as she did so, a part of her she had nearly forgotten began to wake up. Trixie didn't have her spells to aid her, but she began to add life to the story with motion and tone. She gesticulated most of the time, miming the actions of the mares that had challenged her, and how they had each been defeated. She lowered her voice to add suspense as the ursa thundered into town, waking everypony up, and raised it as the ursa entered the town with a mighty roar. That part of her she had left dormant roused. Other ponies took notice. Soon she drew a crowd as she danced about, space clearing for her. She leaned in to tell the ponies of the ursa's gnashing teeth, she drew gasps as she mimed the crushing of her own wagon. The showmare inside Trixie came back to life.
"And with a surge as magic brighter than the moon in the sky, the young mage swept the ursa minor back into the forest from whence it came, never to return to the town of Ponyville! And when she turned to survey the damage she found that the showmare had already vanished into the night, not a trace of her to be seen." Trixie finished, making the crowd's eyes widen. It was a story of their own town, one they had experienced not so long ago, but in Trixie's hooves it had become something magical, something larger than life. The party had all but stopped, everypony drawn in by the tale. Suddenly, the clapping broke out. Everypony in the room clopped their hooves against the ground, applauding and whistling at her. Trixie beamed. She felt alive again.
"Thank you, thank you! You are too kind." she tried to do a flip of her hair before remembering she had no mane to flip. She chuckled to herself - no pony had minded.
"Another, another!" the filly Trixie had started the story for bounced up and down. "That was so cool!"
"Oooh, ooh! This is like, a million billion times better than the clown I was planning!" Pinkie pushed to the front. "Another story would be super! Super duper! Super duper, um, looper!" if that pony grinned any wider, Trixie thought to herself, her head was going to come apart at her mouth.
"Oh great, juss what we need. More lyin'" a voice came to Trixie's side. She looked over to see Applejack staring her down.
"Disappeared mah hoof. An' what happened to all yer boastin' in that story, hmm?"
"Trixie...always embellishes a little. She tells what's important to the story."
"Pah! Ah knew y' were just the same ole Trixie. Oh, sorry there, Great an' Powerful, right?" she glared at Trixie. Trixie backed away.
"Applejack, it's a party..." Pinkie Pie tried, looking hurt that her friend was bringing down the mood.
"It is? Oh, sorry, Ah figured it was 'listen to the snake-in-the-grass' time. Given that she can't seem t' keep her mouth shut long enough to let us ponies get along. What, saw a crowd an' ya juss had to be th' center, didn' ya?" she accused. Trixie shook her head, backing away.
"Trixie, Trixie." Applejack mocked. "Maybe you could at leas' charge us to lissen to you lie, then you could stop leanin' on Fluttershy!"
"She's too kind for her own good." Applejack growled. "Lettin' you use her like that."
"I...I..." tears brimmed in Trixie's eyes. She couldn't face this. She wasn't great and powerful, she was as worthless as the farmer pony claimed. She turned and fled, the crowd parting before her. She ran into the night, tears streaming from her eyes. Inside, Applejack snorted and nodded.
"Couldn' argue wi' the truth, could she? Glad that's...hey, anypony else feel cold all of th' sudden?" she looked around. She realized there was a wide berth around her. Confused, she looked around. Then she met a pair of expressive eyes that now conveyed an anger like she had never imagined.
Trixie was done crying by the time she heard another pony above her. She looked back to the open chest with all her old gear in it. What a foal she had been. She should have left town the moment she had been able to stand on her feet. This town had poisoned her. She didn't even know who she was anymore.
Muttering came from upstairs - no doubt somepony with that dragon Trixie had barged past. She had just needed to remember that she had ever once had pride, ever once been a somepony, strong and beautiful. She glanced up, and carefully brushed the feather out of her hair. She brought it in front of her and stared at it. She glanced to the chest, and back to the feather. Slowly, carefully, she placed the feather in the chest and closed the lid. She heard another pony rush down the stairs.
"Trixie!" Twilight sounded frantic. Trixie looked over, surprised. The purple mare held a hoof to her chest. "Oh thank Celestia. You're alright!"
Trixie frowned. "What? Trixie was yelled at, Twilight, not beaten. Though that might have been more merciful... besides, what do you care?"
"What do I- Trixie, look, Fluttershy said she couldn't find you."
"Fluttershy? Did she go after me?"
"Y-yes. After she..." Twilight swallowed. "Yelled at Applejack."
"Come again?" Trixie could hear the words...they just didn't make sense.
"She yelled at her. I don't mean Fluttershy-yell. I've only seen her angry like that once before. She yelled a dragon into submission... I think this was even worse." she shuddered. "When she was done, she ran after you. She came back and said you weren't at home. She and Rainbow Dash just went back out."
"I...she defended me?"
"She was so furious at Applejack." Twilight said. "I never thought, it, she, it was worse than a Stare. It was a Glare. She... she made Applejack cry!"
"You're lying." Trixie replied, eyes wide.
Twilight shook her head. "Not to brag, but I've faced dragons, ursa minors, Nightmare Moon...I'll take all of them over Fluttershy angry. You gotta go let her know you're okay!"
"I must? No, no, of course I must!" Trixie got to her feet. All her regrets washed away at the thought of the yellow pegasus "Yes, you're right. Oh, oh my. I'm coming Fluttershy!" she rushed past Twilight. That strange feeling, stranger than nervousness to her, returned like never before. She felt like her heart was going to explode, like it wouldn't stay still in her chest. It infected the rest of her, demanding she move, demanding she not just sit in pity. Trixie rushed up the stairs and out the door, into the cool night. She found herself sure-hoofed as she ran towards Fluttershy's hut. Blood thumped in her ears, and the ground seemed to fly by underneath her. The hut came into view quickly, and moments later she burst through the door.
"Fluttershy!" she called the second she entered the house, her heart ready to leap out her throat. To her dismay, the house was dark and empty. "Fluttershy?" she tried the kitchen, took a few steps up the staircase "Fluttershy!" she peeked out the back door. Something colorful against the night sky caught her eye. She looked up, and was equal parts disappointed and relieved to see Rainbow Dash flying towards the house. She ran out to meet her.
"Rainbow Dash! Where's Fluttershy?" she asked. Rainbow cringed.
"She...hey, wait. Where's your feather?"
"What? I took it off, why does that-"
"Where?" Dash was in her face suddenly. "What did you do with it?"
"It's in a chest, in Twilight's house." Trixie said, perplexed and worried. "W-where's Fluttershy."
Dash broke eye contact. "She...thought you may have run into the woods again. We started searching but, um...we got separated?"
"Only a little. I came back to get our friends."
"And you're worried over a feather?!"
"I..." Dash paused. Her face grew grim. "So she didn't tell you, huh?"
"W-what? How is this important?!"
"Look, you see a lot of pegasus feathers around?" Dash retorted. When Trixie just gave her a confused look she continued.
"Look, we're not birds. Our feathers grow kinda like hair, so we only molt to lose our baby down. After that, we never lose them, not much. A pegasus only gives up her feathers on purpose for two things. One, if she's gonna die she gives them to her family to remember her. Two...if she thinks she's found her soulmate, they'll trade feathers. And I don't think Fluttershy's gonna die anytime soon."
"Her...soulmate?" the blood drained from Trixie's face. Rainbow Dash nodded, completely serious.
"You don't lose that feather ever, okay?"
"We need to find her." Dash reminded her. "I'm going to go to Twilight. I'll get your feather too. What are you gonna do?"
"I..." Trixie looked to the Everfree forest. The forest that had almost killed her. The forest that had trapped her like a rat. The forest Fluttershy was now trapped in.
"I'm going after her." she said.
"Uh, if we have to look for two lost ponies...."
"Don't worry." Trixie told her. "This is Trixie we're talking about." she flashed Dash a smile she didn't feel and headed towards the forest with confidence she didn't have.
At night the forest became almost pitch black, and Trixie was immediately unsure of where she was going. She looked back and there was no exit behind her, no trail even. Trixie swallowed and forced herself on.
"Fluttershy! Fluttershy?" Trixie called. Rainbow's words had nearly stopped her heart, but the urgency had returned to her and blood thumped in her ears. She didn't know where she was going, but something drove her on, an invisible thread tugged at her still. Moonlight pierced the darkness through gaps in the trees, and Trixie caught glimpses of red eyes and slithering bodies. She forced herself to ignore them and continued on.
Through another gap in the trees Trixie caught a landmark - a small rocky mountain forcing its way above the treeline. Trixie remembered that mountain - the one she had dragged herself up, half-dead, to try to avoid the beasts she now passed by. Of course, Fluttershy would think to check back there. Trixie redoubled her pace, trying to keep sight of the mountain.
"Fluttershy, Fluttershy!" Trixie began to call again as she neared the rocky ground. She stopped to catch her breath, straining to hear any response. She forced herself on, nearing the mountain. Then, as she inhaled to call again, she heard something. A long, high-pitched scream, the scream of a mare in great distress. Something inside Trixie broke at the noise.
"No! No, Fluttershy!" she rushed up the mountainside. The stone was riddled with caves, and her eyes darted around in search of the right one. Then another scream ran out and Trixie's head turned to a particularly large cave mouth just higher up than the one she had found. She galloped towards it, finding the cave grew lighter as she ran inside, not darker.
She rounded a bend in the cave and gasped, skidding to a halt. Fluttershy was in the cave, running around a mound of gems. Her mouth was opened wide as she stared up at a giant green dragon between her and Trixie, chasing after the pegasus.
"It's futile, little pest. Get back here!" the dragon roared, backing Fluttershy against a wall. Its back was to Trixie.
"F-Fluttershy!" Trixie called. The dragon turned its head and snorted gray smoke.
"Two pests in one night. At least now I'll have a decent snack."
Trixie snorted and steadied herself, staring down the dragon. "You shall not harm her." she said. The dragon blinked and laughed.
"Oh, and just what are you going to do, little pony?"
"Clearly you don't know who you're dealing with." Trixie replied, mind racing for a plan. "I feel it only fair to give you warning before it's too late." she began to casually trot around the cave edge, careful not look like she was heading somewhere.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie does not fear you, dragon. Why should she? You are hardly the most intimidating creature she has seen. Why, the beasts Trixie has faced eye to eye have had teeth larger than your tail! Perhaps you do not believe Trixie? Trixie understands, not many ponies have laid low ursa majors with such practiced ease as she." She was aware that the dragon's attention was still fully on her. "Even if you do not believe me, dragon, tell me, do you believe it worth the risk? If you so desire we can simply part, neither the worse for wear. So tell me, are dragons as wise as the stories tell?"
The dragon blew smoke through his nostrils. "So much talk. I think I'll take my chance, little pest."
"Well then." Trixie replied, "What you fail to realize is- Fluttershy run now! Run!" Trixie yelled. To her horror the pegasus just locked up in shock and stared up at her, barely shaking her head.
"Oh by Celestia's second horn..." Trixie swore. The dragon swept around in a growl, but saw his prey had remained in place. Trixie took the opportunity to run up to the dragon's tail. She pivoted on her forelegs and gave her best buck, whacking him with some force. The dragon yelped and turned around.
"Oh dear." Trixie tried to run as the dragon roared. She wasn't expecting such a large beast's tail to move with such agility. It flicked up behind her and clubbed her, sending her flying across the cave. She cried out as she hit one of the piles of jewels, dozens of gems scratching and cutting into her side. She looked up through the pain to realize she had landed near Fluttershy.
"Trixie!" Fluttershy ran over, tears in her eyes. "I, I couldn't..."
Trixie smiled, flinching as her weight caused the gems to shift and scrape her more. "I'm sorry Fluttershy. I left your feather behind."
"Rainbow told me." those words made Fluttershy's eyes widen. "I wish I had been able to repay you for everything."
Fluttershy leaned in and nuzzled against Trixie's cheek. "Kindness is it's own reward." she whispered. She pulled back and turned around.
"Touching ." The dragon chuckled. Fluttershy stood her ground. Trixie's eyes widened.
"Y-you won't hurt her. Y-you big meanie!" Fluttershy said, putting herself between Trixie and the dragon. Trixie was in awe.
"Fluttershy..." deep inside her, Trixie felt something change. It was almost like magic. Small, yet powerful, Trixie felt something inside her spark to life.
The dragon's claw swept at them. Trixie closed her eyes, her life flashing in front of her. The fighting, the loneliness, the hollow self-assurance and the lies, the anger, the bitterness...and then Fluttershy. She heard a small clink. She wasn't aware death came with a clink. Realizing she hadn't felt anything, Trixie opened her eyes. She looked up to find the dragon blinking at them, confused. His claw swept down again. Trixie kept her eyes open this time, and watched as the dragon's claw hit...something. A transparent bubble flickered around the two of them, the dragon's claw bouncing off harmlessly. Fluttershy glanced back to Trixie.
"Trixie, are you...?" she stared on. Trixie glanced up, realizing she could see light pouring from just out of sight above her. As the realization swept over her she could feel the light as well, or more aptly its source - the magic pouring freely from her horn.
The dragon raged and swung at them again and again, each time an impenetrable bubble flickering into view as his claws scratched uselessly across it. Trixie stood up, her magic still building, coursing through her body. She felt electrified, every inch of her body alive and tingling. Gemstones lodged in her side fell free as her body healed itself, sealing her wounds closed as if they had never existed. Seeing her stand apparently made the dragon angry, and with a roar he unleashed a torrent of fire upon them. Trixie was ready and gathered her magic before her. She didn't know how she was doing the bubble, but another plan brought forth gems into the shape of a shield, large enough to completely block both of them and then some. The gemstones conducted her magic, creating a truly impenetrable shield, the fire harmlessly flying off around it. Trixie furrowed her brow in concentration and began to push the shield out, push the fire back. The dragon found his fire being pushed aside, the shield nearly reaching his maw before his flame stopped.
"Fluttershy, when I say, you must run for the entrance."
"N-not, not without you."
"No, I promise we shall stay together." Trixie's horn flared brightly. The dragon gathered his breath, trying to stare them into submission.
"Now!" Trixie yelled, sending dozens of gems darting towards the dragon, making it roar in pain. Fluttershy made a break for the exit, and Trixie followed suit, hearing the dragon continue its rage. Even the gems wouldn't wound him much, but they would give him pause. She prepared for the worst and gathered even more gems in the air behind her to create a solid wall. Just in time as flame shot around the gem shield, licking the walls of the cave. Trixie had time to be glad she had no mane or tail to singe. Then she both heard and felt a slam that shook the ground beneath her feet.
"Trixie!" Fluttershy called out. Trixie looked up and saw the dragon had shook loose dozens of sizable rocks that now threatened them. Thinking quickly, Trixie brought the gemstones above them, wincing as boulders rained down. The gems wavered but her spell held as they made it out the cave mouth.
Outside, Trixie forced the gems aside before dumping the spell. She felt like she was beginning to burn up, and the cold night air was welcome.
"I see something!" she heard a shout. She forced herself to her feet and looked up.
"Dash!" she called. The pegasus pony flew through the air towards them.
"Guys, they're over here!" she called over her shoulder. Trixie looked down to see the rest of the gang was running up to them from the forest. Trixie sighed, and began to laugh. They had made it!
The sound of tumbling rock caught Trixie's attention. She turned around, the smile fading from her face. The dragon pushed his way through the small rock slide, his face scratched and bleeding.
"This has gone on long enough!" The dragon roared. Trixie heard gasps and shrieks behind her. She drew herself up and inhaled deeply, sparing a glance at Fluttershy. Eyes so worried, but so hopeful as they stared back at her. Trixie turned to the dragon. She was exhausting herself, her magic was burning her from the inside, and yet the dragon still threatened Fluttershy. Her own life didn't enter into the equation.
"You. Shall. Not. Harm. Her." her voice echoed with the magic that overflowed her body. Her eyes flashed with pure energy, and an aura of blue fire shone around her. The dragon brought up a claw high above his head. Trixie's horn flashed with light and the dragon's claw rocketed to earth. It roared in frustration and brought the other claw up. That too Trixie pinned to the ground. It flared its wings next, threatening to take to the air, or perhaps sweep them off their feet - but again, before it could act, Trixie was ready. The dragon's wing tips went down first, and despite the mighty beast's thrashing it soon found its wings pinned down, surrounded in a blue aura. The dragon roared, but Trixie responded with a flick of her horn and slammed its head into the ground in front of her. The dragon looked at her with wide eyes.
"I would like to ask you again, dragon." Trixie said, approaching it slowly, her magic shimmering wildly. "Do you really want to go through with this, or shall you return to your little cave?"
The dragon just whimpered, its jaw held shut by Trixie's magic. Trixie nodded and released him. The dragon paused, and then backed away. It turned around and headed for its cave. It glanced back, but Trixie was still watching and shot it a look. The dragon sulked away. Happy with that, Trixie nodded and turned around.
The group was all there, staring at her with expressions of pure awe. Only Rainbow Dash wasn't looking on, and she was caring to Fluttershy, who seemed to have gone into shock. Trixie felt the magic around her fade. She slowly came forward to the group.
"Trixie.." Twilight came up to her. "That was amazing!"
"Is she okay? Tell me she's okay?"
"Fluttershy's okay." Dash approached them. "Hey. You forgot this." she reached over and took out something she had tucked into her wing. It was a single yellow feather. Twilight and the others looked on in confusion as Trixie lowered her head to let Dash tuck it behind her ear.
"Thank you." Trixie said. "I just want to say...I blub flut-flut."
"Trixie? Trixie!" Trixie heard the voice call, but her world had turned to black. She felt the cool stone against her face and sighed peacefully as unconsciousness overcame her.
The next morning, Fluttershy and Trixie shared a breakfast of oatmeal again. Trixie found it easier to get around and ate almost an entire bowlful. She realized most of her original wounds were healing nicely, and while her side was tender it wasn't painful to move, usually.
"The others will want to know you're up." Fluttershy said. Trixie glanced down at the floor.
"Will they really care?"
"They're my friends too." Fluttershy responded. Trixie nodded, understanding what she meant.
"Shall we... go out?" Trixie asked. Fluttershy paused.
"Are you...are you sure? They could come..."
"Trixie has healed excellently under such adept care." she smiled at Fluttershy, who blushed slightly in response. "Besides," Trixie said softly, "she promises not to exert herself. She doesn't want to spend a single day more bedridden."
"Okay. A day out would be...nice." Fluttershy smiled. Trixie nodded and waited as Fluttershy cleaned up breakfast. They made their way to the door. That same rabbit was standing on a table nearby, watching them. He gave Trixie a wary nod.
"Aww, Angel likes you. He's usually not very good with strange ponies. Or... anypony."
"He and Trixie have an understanding, it seems." Trixie smirked. Fluttershy opened the door and they stepped outside. Trixie had to blink several times to adjust to the sunlight. She breathed deep in the morning air, feeling revitalized. She found Fluttershy watching her.
"Oh, um...nothing." she looked away, failing to hide her blush. Trixie couldn't understand it, but it had an odd effect on her. The feeling from last night returned, not as intense but more noticeable to her. She tried to keep her head straight and followed Fluttershy into town, finding herself instinctively looking to the pegasus, merely out of curiosity of course. It was a few minutes walk, giving Trixie time to prepare for what she'd find. She had imagined her return to Ponyville many times over the last month, as fuel to continue on when her conditions worsened. With a flash and a bang she would return to town, earning back her respect, forcefully if required. All sorts of scenarios had run through her head, from a duel with Twilight Sparkle to beating an Ursa Minor herself to more ridiculous ploys involving framing Twilight or turning her friends against her. All this just seemed...wrong to Trixie now. She didn't feel bitter, and held no ill-will towards the other unicorn. It surprised her, scared her even. Had she changed so much? And if so, how?
The town came into view, and Trixie stopped to look at it. She had thought it a backwater hovel before, but now she realized it was quite a profitable, idyllic little town, bustling with life. Probably wholly self-sufficient at that; she remembered passing farmland on the way in. Most of the town was earth ponies, but a good number of unicorn and pegasus ponies were about as well. Almost everypony who passed had a smile on their face, enjoying some simple pleasure of life that Trixie couldn't fathom. All these ponies, however, had seen Trixie's boasting and one-upping, as well her subsequent spectacular failure. Trixie found her legs locking up.
"I-I can't do it." she stammered. Fluttershy turned around.
Trixie shook her head and backed away. "I've fallen too far. Too far gone. I'm a shell of the Great and Powerful Trixie. I can't go through with it."
Fluttershy approached her and put a hoof up to her cheek, giving it a gentle stroke. "Be proud of who you are." she echoed Trixie's advice. Trixie looked away.
"I don't know who I am anymore." Trixie told her.
"I do." Fluttershy replied. She lowered her hoof and turned back to Ponyville. She took only a couple steps away before looking back, waiting for Trixie. Trixie paused, not sure how to feel. She felt drawn to Fluttershy as if on an invisible thread. Fine and delicate as it was, that thread was the strongest force she had ever felt in life. Trixie forced herself forward and followed Fluttershy into town. She was still Trixie. She refused to cower at the sight of layponies; at least, that was what she tried to convince herself.
Trixie got odd looks in town. Mostly curious, and almost no pony seemed to recognize her. Those few that seemed to identify her tended to stare, often shocked. Trixie found herself sticking close to Fluttershy, as if for protection. Were it not for the mark on her flank, she figured, she would be an entirely different pony to them.
"Where are we going?" she asked, realizing they were cutting right through town. She tried to keep her head from hanging, but it was hard to have pride when lifting a spoon had sent her spiraling to the floor not long ago.
"To the library. That's where Twilight lives."
"She lives in...a library. Of course." Some of the old Trixie remained after all as she scoffed at the idea. Fluttershy glanced back to her, and her eyes were...saddened, disappointed. Trixie immediately regretted herself. A small part of her asked who this pony was to order around Trixie with a glance. A friend, Trixie thought back, that's who.
Fluttershy led her to a hollowed out tree near the other end of town. She knocked and entered - it was a library after all. Trixie forced herself inside.
"Hello- oh! Fluttershy...Trixie! I didn't know you were up." Twilight turned from the desk where she had been pouring over some dusty old tome.
"Since last night." Fluttershy offered. Trixie took a deep breath and turned to Twilight. She just looked her up and down, trying to sort out her feelings in this underwhelming confrontation. This...this young mare, no doubt a few good years Trixie's junior, had stepped in and done what Trixie had been fairly sure was impossible - best her at her own game. Trixie had blamed her for everything, even though she knew it had been her 'fans' that had brought the beast into town. Yet now...
"Trixie, I'm so sorry about what happened." Twilight said, sincere and worried. Trixie's eyes widened.
"I thought we should just let you go...without any of your stuff, or any idea if you knew the area, or..." she looked away. "I really should have known better."
"Twilight...Trixie has spent a long time thinking on that day. And she has thought long and hard on your role in that day." Trixie said. Twilight's eyes widened, and Trixie saw what she least expected - fear. This mare, with all her power and all her friends, feared Trixie. It brought a bitter taste to Trixie's mouth; once she had wanted Twilight to fear her. But it only served to remind her of her own rage, of the way she had lashed out at everypony. Trixie approached Twilight slowly, stared at her, and then brought herself down, going onto two knees while her back legs stayed up.
"I-I am sorry." Trixie said. Twilight stepped back.
"Trixie understands now, not every pony is like her. You never meant to show her up. Trixie envied your power, but she understands that she forced your hoof with her actions."
"It wasn't your fault. Snips and Snails..."
"Were led astray by Trixie's boasting. But aside that, no, Trixie apologizes for the insults she inflicted upon you and your friends."
"Trixie, please, you don't need to..." Twilight looked incredibly awkward. Trixie raised herself up.
"Trixie, perhaps, has a new perspective on life." Trixie found her gaze sliding over to Fluttershy before she caught herself. Twilight noticed and nodded.
"I think...um..." Twilight scratched the back of her head, looking awkward. "I never wanted to make an enemy. I'm glad you've pulled through."
Trixie nodded. "Trixie couldn't have done it on her own."
Twilight nodded. "I learned that lesson."
Twilight smiled. "I kind of used to think, well, that friends got in the way. That they distracted from what was important. I was a bit of an introvert"
"You?" Trixie tried to keep the sarcasm out of her voice. She could see Fluttershy looking to her hesitantly, and wanted the other pony to know... something. That Trixie was trustworthy of her friendship, she imagined. "No. What, what changed your mind?"
Twilight chuckled. "Same as you, in a way. I wasn't given a choice in making friends. I don't regret it."
"I...Trixie didn't realize it, but she supposes..."
Twilight nodded, and conversation petered out. The three ponies looked at each other, slightly hopeful, slightly awkward, before Twilight gave a cough.
"We...I kept what we could salvage from your cart."
Twilight nodded. "I didn't know where to send them. We...only looked a little, to respect your privacy, but we couldn't find any home address or anything."
"That's because Trixie doesn't have a home." Trixie responded glibly. Twilight startled.
"You mean the wagon was your home?"
"As much as it could be called such, yes. Where are Trixie's things?" Trixie hadn't imagined getting anything back. She dearly missed her old hat and cape now that it occurred to her.
"Oh, in the basement." Twilight nodded to a stairwell amongst the shelves. Trixie and then Fluttershy followed her in single file.
"And how did you come to live in a library?" Trixie asked. Now that she had stopped seeing Twilight as her foe or rival, Trixie admitted she was curious about her. They looked to have a surprising amount in common.
"Oh, um...Princess Celestia set me up here."
"The Princess?!" Trixie stopped, nearly making Fluttershy run into her. Twilight flinched.
"I'm, um...her personal student."
"...you. You are the Princess's... You." Trixie's brain stopped working. So much for the common ground theory.
"I...don't like to brag."
"...so Trixie is aware." Trixie managed dryly. "You...I." she sighed. "Of course. Of course!"
"Hmm?" Twilight had led them down into what looked like a combination storage room and laboratory. Trixie looked away.
"I hope you know how lucky you have it, Twilight Sparkle." she said lowly. Twilight tried to say something, but her mouth worked silently. She turned away and walked up to a chest in the corner of the room. Trixie walked up as Twilight opened it.
"It's...everything!" Trixie exclaimed. Her books, her notes, her mirror, her wallet...full of all her bits! Trixie felt like pieces of her life had been restored.
"It was really hard not to open those books. A couple of those books weren't even in my school's library."
"Probably because Trixie stole them from Celestia's school. Well, from a teacher at that school at least."
"Trixie will explain to you another time. If it is of such a concern to you, the books can stay here. Trixie hardly has the room for them in any case."
Twilight nodded, at least slightly mollified. Her brow furrowed again however, and Trixie could see the question forming in her head.
"Did you go to-"
"No. Another time. Trixie is most grateful however, do not get her wrong. Where is..." she looked closer, her heart sinking. "Where are my hat and cape?"
"What, they're-" Twilight stopped, and Trixie noticed the unicorn looking past her. When she turned around, however, it was just Fluttershy.
"I'm... sorry Trixie. It's all here." Twilight said. Trixie slumped but nodded.
"So Trixie sees." she sighed. "Thank you, Twilight Sparkle. Since, since you will have the books, could Trixie ask you to store her things a while longer?"
"Oh sure, I mean I have the space."
"Well then." Trixie turned to her. "You have done Trixie a great service. Trixie hopes from here on out we can be...agreeable towards one another."
"I would like to get to know you better." Twilight said, trying to smile. Her eyes kept glancing away from Trixie back to the open chest, specifically the books. Trixie stopped herself from rolling her eyes. She was getting the sneaking suspicion that Twilight might possibly be a bit of a nerd. A sweet nerd nonetheless, certainly showing Trixie more kindness than she had dared hope. So, Trixie smiled back, finding the gesture surprisingly easy.
"That would be welcome." she said, before turning to the stairs. Her mind turned to the 'others' Fluttershy had mentioned. Those she had mocked and outdone on stage. The pegasus was one, and Trixie imagined that they might be even by now. Then there had been an earth pony and a rather high-spoken unicorn....
Trixie was nearly out the door when she turned to ask Fluttershy about her friends. It was then she realized she hadn't been followed. "Fluttershy?" Trixie turned around. The library was empty except for a small purple dragon shelving books in the corner. Trixie nearly startled before remembering that she had seen him in Twilight's company before. A dragon assistant? The girl had even more to boast about if she ever desired. Still, the dragon appeared to be ignoring her, and Fluttershy nor Twilight were anywhere to be seen. She headed back for the stairs, and heard two ponies talking as she neared.
"...her whole life."
"I never would have thought..." Twilight responded. Trixie paused. She forced herself to call out through a suddenly tense throat.
"Fluttershy! Are you coming?"
"Oh!" the yellow pegasus appeared in the stairwell. She smiled up at Trixie.
"Are you sure you don't want to stay any longer?"
"I...not today. Are there not others?"
Fluttershy nodded and followed her up the stairs. They exited the library and Trixie slowed down to walk abreast of Fluttershy.
"You don't need to excuse Trixie."
"Huh?" Fluttershy blinked and then turned away, guilt clear on her face. "I-I wasn't. They, they all need to know..."
"Why? To pity Trixie?"
"They need, um, they need to know how much you've fought. How strong you are."
"I..." Trixie looked away. She drew a blank, so just let Fluttershy guide her through town. Her gaze kept sliding away from the town and back to the pink-maned pegasus that Trixie owed so much. She nearly didn't notice as Fluttershy turned to two particular ponies.
"Hah, see! Told you I could do it!"
"Yeah, but you didn' get th' clouds right!"
Fluttershy giggled, and Trixie looked over to find a familiar blue pegasus hovering nearby, arguing with a slightly less familiar orange earth pony.
"Hello Applejack, Rainbow Dash." Fluttershy's voice was so quiet, yet apparently her friends were used to picking it up and turned to her.
"Well howdy sugar...cube..." Applejack's face fell. Trixie felt the earth pony's eyes bore a hole through her.
"See, told you!" Rainbow Dash hissed, loud enough for everypony to hear. Applejack nodded, not taking her eyes off Trixie.
"Ah see it but Ah don' believe it." she approached Trixie slowly. Trixie leaned back.
"Um, Applejack was it?"
"Eeyup. Surprised you remember. Ah was only the pony you hog-tied on stage."
"T-Trixie apologizes. Trixie was only-"
"Trixie, Trixie. What, love the sound of yur own name so much y' can't bear not to hear it?" she circled around Trixie like a shark. Trixie didn't have a response.
"Well, oh Great and Powerful-"
Everypony blinked and turned to the owner of these words. Fluttershy was staring at Applejack. For the first time since she had met the mare, Trixie saw Fluttershy get mad.
"Pardon?" Applejack asked, dumbfounded.
"She never meant to hurt you, Applejack. S-she told you it was a challenge. B-but she's still sorry." Fluttershy's voice was unsteady, but she managed to keep her head up.
"Sugar, this is Trixie! Miss 'Great and Powerful' and whatnot. She brought an ursa major, er, minor-"
"How did she do it?"
"But, you, you bragged you could....you bragged you could clear your whole farm yourself."
"Th-that was different!"
"Rainbow Dash bragged to you. In the, um, the iron pony thing. Do you hate her?"
"Tha' was also different!"
"You know, AJ." Dash said, coming down to the ground. "She kinda has a point."
"Wha- not you too Dash! C'mon, where's yer loyalty?"
"I am being loyal - to Fluttershy. I don't like it either, but trust me, Fluttershy wouldn't hang out with her if she was trouble. Come on AJ."
Applejack turned back to Trixie and looked her in the eye. Trixie just blinked, unsure what to do with herself. Her instinct was to glare back at the earth pony, but she knew it wouldn't help anything. Part of her called it cowardice, but the other part claimed it to be wisdom that motivated her. In any case, Applejack snorted and turned away. She didn't stop walking, apparently finished entirely with the group.
"Hey." Dash caught Trixie's attention. "Sorry about that. Oh, and the whole puncturing-your-spleen thing. That was my bad."
Trixie chuckled. "Was it now?" she shook her head. "You were trying to protect Fluttershy. I can hardly blame you." she smiled to the yellow pegasus, which earned her a brief smile in return. Dash looked between them, curiosity showing itself on her face.
"Well...yeah, right. So no hard feelings?"
"Not really." Trixie replied. She smirked. "Maybe a little."
Apparently the brash pegasus could accept this, grinning widely at Trixie. "Heh. Don't think about getting me back. You're looking at Ponyville's number one prankster."
"Prank? Me? Why the thought never crossed Trixie's mind." she chuckled. Dash laughed back and took to the air.
"You know Trixie? You're pretty cool." with that, Dash was off. Trixie chuckled a bit more and turned to Fluttershy.
"Quite the compliment." she joked. Fluttershy's eyes were bright.
"Actually... I think she's starting to like you." Fluttershy replied. Trixie blinked.
Fluttershy nodded. "Dash is really cool. She's fast, and strong, and can do oh so much..."
"Alright, alright, Trixie gets it." Trixie said, surprised at her own curtness. Something about having Fluttershy talk up another pony just didn't sit right with her. Perhaps it was taking away from her own greatness, Trixie mused. Still, she could see Fluttershy had been caught off guard by Trixie's sharp tone. The unicorn's mind raced to salvage the conversation.
"I know! A new title is in order!"
"Trixie the Cool! No, it doesn't have the same ring to it." Trixie joked. Fluttershy brightened and giggled. Trixie's heart warmed. It shouldn't matter to her, she told herself. So what if these ponies liked Trixie? Did she think she was going to stick around? Did she think these ponies would have more than a passing impact in her life? Her smile faded.
"Oh, except, um, Applejack..." Fluttershy said, misconstruing the source of Trixie's small frown. "But don't worry. She's just...stubborn."
"Mhm. It's not like it will matter, in the long run."
"Trixie is already well enough to walk around town, Fluttershy, look at her. And she has bits to her name again, enough for a small wagon if I remember right. How much longer until she must leave this town?"
"...w-what about your magic?"
Trixie flinched. "Oh...yes. Trixie had almost managed to forget."
"So you'll stay?"
"A little longer, at least." Trixie admitted. Fluttershy smiled at her. Trixie felt oddly relieved by this decision. She had to remember that this couldn't last. She needed to be strong, not become any more dependent than she had already allowed herself to become. She looked around, trying to guess where they were going.
"The white unicorn. Trixie remembers her." Trixie realized aloud.
"Rarity." Fluttershy said with a nod.
"So, is it the five of you then?"
"Six. Pinkie Pie is, um, out of town. I don't think you met her. She'll be back next week."
"Oh. The six of you, all friends with one another..." Trixie shook her head. "How do any of you ever get anything done?"
"It's always...exciting." Fluttershy said with a small smile. Trixie could only imagine. It did sound...exciting. Trixie imagined what kind of antics they could get up to. It was probably up to her friends to drag Twilight out of her library most of the time. Fluttershy was good with animals... she wondered if any of the pegasus's friends had pets. They probably had to come to her for help. And Rarity, she was the fashionable one, Trixie remembered her. By Celestia, how she got along with Applejack was anypony's guess. Trixie smiled. The stories they must have...she was just interested in the stories, that was all. She wasn't envious in the slightest.
"This is Rarity's shop." Fluttershy told her quietly. Trixie looked up in surprise, unaware of how long she had been daydreaming. Trixie found the shop bright, flashy, nearly gaudy - absolutely perfect. It was like a high-class circus tent. As a showmare, she couldn't help but respect the flashy store front; it had to attract the eye of every last passerby. Fluttershy led her inside.
"Rarity?" Fluttershy called into the empty shop.
"Just a minute!" came a call from the back. Trixie looked around. The dresses on display were eloquent, all colors of the rainbow. Trixie felt pangs of desire - any money she had had gone towards mere sustenance or essentials, but with her wagon finally bought for, she had set her sights on something eloquent, something as dashing as these dresses. She wouldn't trade her hat and cape for the world, of course, but she had been sure something to play up her natural beauty would be just what she needed to take her act off the streets and to the royal court.
"Fluttershy, darling!" a white unicorn with a perfectly curled purple mane stepped out of a back room. Fluttershy walked over and greeted her friend with a quick embrace, one that the unicorn returned. Trixie raised an eyebrow. She guessed these two were closer than most.
"You're not here for that...order yet, are you?"
"No, no." Fluttershy shook her head. "Take your time. I was showing Trixie around."
"Oh yes." Rarity looked past Fluttershy. Her eyes widened and she held a hoof to her mouth, stifling a giggle.
"Excuse me?" Trixie had not expected this reaction.
"Well, glad to see someone has already received their comeuppance."
"Your mane, dear, your mane!" Rarity started to laugh. Trixie blinked and looked up. Realizing what Rarity meant she lowered her head.
"I know." she whined. "All Trixie's beautiful locks, the years of care and careful grooming!"
Rarity stopped her laugh and gave Trixie a second look. "Why, my dear, I never knew you had such style!"
"Please! Appearance is the most important part of Trixie's show! She can hardly flash and dazzle looking like anypony."
"Oh I know! Why, I am forever trying to convince the others to put a little more care into their looks."
"Let me guess, Applejack?" Trixie asked. "Ugh! Has she even seen a brush?"
"Oh dear Celestia I've asked the same thing myself." Rarity said with a wave of her hoof. Trixie nodded.
"You know, Trixie has often thought that she could have done with something more...dazzling. She was The Great and Powerful after all. Um, is, is. Excuse me."
Rarity chuckled. "Well well. I wouldn't have imagined, but I think you and I may get along fabulously."
Trixie lifted her head, holding herself proud. She looked over and saw that Fluttershy was positively beaming, eyes closed and the cutest little smile on her face. Trixie began to smile back before a small voice in the back her head reminded her of the situation.
"Well, for the short time Trixie is here, at least."
"Oh? You'll be leaving soon? Why ever would you do that?"
"What? Trixie has no home here!"
"Are you sure about that dear?"
"What?" Trixie blinked, but Rarity just gave an enigmatic smile and turned away.
"I hate to be rude but I do have work. It's been a pleasure."
"I...what?" Trixie turned to Fluttershy. The pegasus said nothing, hiding behind her mane again. Trixie gave the pegasus a look that she ignored by turning away. Trixie had no real choice but to follow her out, shaking her head at whatever she was missing. When she left the store she found Fluttershy standing just outside, watching the sky.
"It's such a beautiful day, isn't it?" Fluttershy whispered. Trixie looked up. She was about to ask Fluttershy what she was getting at when she felt a light pressure on her side. She looked over to see Fluttershy had closed her eyes and was leaning just against her.
It's fun writing pony-pony interaction the most. AJ as an antagonist? Well of course, she is honesty incarnate. I didn't delve into everypony's thought process, but to run down, Twilight was just worried (she's friendly to a fault), Dash felt bad after breaking her rib (mostly due to Fluttershy's reaction), AJ has her honesty and her pride, and Rarity's smart enough to see Trixie's learned her lesson. Besides, forgiveness is an extension of generosity.
Trixie made her way down the stairs unsteadily the next morning, feeling rested but hungry. She realized as she walked down that she was being watched. Looking around, she found a white rabbit standing on a small end table, glaring at her. It made her feel unwelcome, but Trixie just glared back at it.
"Do not mess with Trixie, rabbit, or she may make you part of her next routine."
The rabbit did not look amused. A noise distracted her, and Trixie looked up to realize the birdhouses hanging from the ceiling were occupied, small sparrows talking to one another from their houses.
"What kind of house is this?" Trixie just stared on. Another bird emerged from a larger house. It was a robin that began to whistle a tune. To Trixie's surprise, a silky voice sang back, wordlessly, in perfect key.
"Good morning- oh, Trixie!" Fluttershy entered the room from the kitchen. Trixie realized she had a light blush on her face and immediately scolded herself. Why was she blushing?
"Would you, um...like breakfast?" Fluttershy asked. Trixie frowned at the way Fluttershy kept pausing and flinching.
"You've carried Trixie, cleaned her, touched... a large part of her body... why do you still fear her? You see how...disgraceful she has become."
"I, just...I'm sorry." Fluttershy muttered, kicking at the ground. Trixie sighed.
"Trixie is...not trying to offend. She promises she is as benevolent as she is wise." she held up her head, still feeling a little of that old pride. At least until her gurgling stomach reminded her of why she had left bed to begin with.
"You mentioned breakfast, did you not?"
"Oh, yes." Fluttershy nodded. "Do you like oatmeal?"
Trixie nodded and continued down the stairs. That bunny watched her the entire time. He did not approve of her, that much was clear.
"Angel be nice. She's our guest." Fluttershy told the bunny as she passed by. The rabbit shook his head and hopped away, for which Trixie found herself unexpectedly glad. She followed Fluttershy in the kitchen and took a seat as the pegasus got to preparing breakfast.
"Trixie has been...thinking on your words last night."
"Yes. Trixie... does not know what you expect of her. But she has nothing to give in return for your kindness. So, she promises to be out of your hair soon. She can leave after breakfast."
"You...want to leave? Already?"
Trixie nodded. "Trixie is a self-made pony. She does not rely on others for aid, not more than necessary. She shall pay you back one day, she swears."
"You don't have to..."
"Trixie has made up her mind." Trixie said, keeping her head high. She didn't see Fluttershy's worried glance before she got back to breakfast. She soon handed Trixie a piping hot bowl of oatmeal. Instinctively, Trixie tried to levitate a spoon for her meal.
That's a funny place to put a table leg, Trixie thought. She blinked. Everything was sideways, and she realized she could feel the wooden flooring against her side. She was being shaken lightly.
"Trixie! Oh, please wake up."
"What...what happened?" Trixie found her mouth awkward and hard to work.
"You, um, blacked out a little. Healing takes time. Please...you're not better yet."
"But Trixie is... is a self-made pony..." Trixie realized she was whining. No, not whining she told herself. Just complaining.
"You'll feel better after breakfast." Fluttershy was helping her off the floor and she hadn't even noticed. She sighed and nodded. Fluttershy got back to her meal and Trixie did the same, eating like an earth pony, much to her chagrin. The oatmeal was heavy, and she soon found herself not wanting anything after the first couple bites. She looked up to find Fluttershy watching her tentatively. The pegasus gave an encouraging nod to her. Trixie swallowed and forced herself to go back for more. She managed a half dozen bites before realizing anything more would make her sick again. She stared at the still mostly-full bowl.
"It..is time for Trixie to take her leave of you, Fluttershy."
"No no, she shall not overstay her welcome. You...were most gracious of a host." Trixie turned away from the kitchen table. She wanted to prove that this was her comeback. That she was strong and powerful enough to return from this. As she exited the kitchen and made for the front door she heard Fluttershy trot up behind her. Trixie remembered herself and opened the door manually, rather than with magic. She looked outside; Fluttershy's hut looked out to green gardens, a winding dirt trail leading eventually to Ponyville. Trixie paused, unable to bring herself to that first step.
"Are you, um, really sure?"
"Trixie...will not be a burden."
"But...you've just had breakfast."
"Well, that is true..."
"And, it's cold in the morning."
"Trixie can feel the chill..."
"And, where, I mean if you don't mind me asking, where will you go? With, without magic?"
"Perhaps..." Trixie bit her lip. "Perhaps Trixie has not thought this through as much as she should."
"Would, would you like to stay for lunch?"
"Well, Trixie is hardly the kind to turn down such a gracious offer." she turned away from the door. She glanced to Fluttershy, who clearly had more to say. Trixie sighed and nodded.
"Would...would you like to see Nurse Redheart? I'm, um, more used to caring for animals, not...ponies." she looked guilty. Trixie looked herself over.
"You've done just fine as far as Trixie can tell."
"What about your magic?"
"Trixie...doubts any mere nurse might be able to help. Besides, Trixie simply needs her energy back."
"So." Trixie turned to her. "What precisely does a pony do with their days when they aren't wooing crowds of ponies?"
"I, um, I take care of animals. And today's grocery day."
"Would you like to spend some time in the garden? I find it very... refreshing."
"Yes? Yes, that sounds...adequate." Trixie honestly had no idea how that sounded. A bit boring, perhaps. Still, Fluttershy's smile was comforting as she led Trixie out the back door. She found that Fluttershy's home backed onto gentle hills that separated her from the Everfree forest. The tree tops were visible from where they stood, and an involuntary shiver went through Trixie at the sight of them. It would be a while before she ventured into any woods again.
"Isn't it lovely?" Fluttershy smiled, eyes on the sky. Trixie couldn't tell what she meant. It was the day, nothing special. Had the pegasus never seen the day before?
"I love to help all the little animals. But it's nice just relaxing out here too. Here." Fluttershy guided her to the crest of a hill. There she lay down straight, right on the dirt. Trixie was flabbergasted.
"You have to, um, sit and wait." Fluttershy said. Trixie frowned. This was ridiculous. She should be...her mind stalled. What? Putting on a show? Dazzling a crowd, earning her bits? In her month alone, most of Trixie's thoughts had been preoccupied on getting back at Twilight Sparkle, the mare that had so spectacularly shown up Trixie. However, without so much as a spark of her magic, it seemed a futile endeavor. Which meant that for once in her life, she had absolutely nothing to do, nowhere to go. So, Trixie lay down beside Fluttershy. She looked around for a moment, feeling out of place, an intruder to something.
"Sssh." Fluttershy was calming, not commanding. Still, Trixie scowled. She wasn't sure which was more annoying, Fluttershy's timidness or the control the pegasus somehow exerted over her. Still, she quieted down. Fluttershy's eyes were skyward, and Trixie looked around.
"Here comes a friend." Fluttershy's voice was whisper quiet, Trixie looked around, not understanding what Fluttershy was getting at. There was nopony around.
"Hello there." Fluttershy said. Trixie looked back to the crazy pony - and saw a hummingbird sitting on Fluttershy's hoof. The pegasus giggled.
"And how are you today?" Fluttershy asked. The hummingbird buzzed in response. Fluttershy giggled again.
"Can you...you can't talk to them." Trixie stared at her
"I've always been able to connect with animals." Fluttershy told her, closing her eyes briefly. Suddenly a second hummingbird came by, sitting by the first. It buzzed excitedly at Fluttershy.
"Oh how cute! I'm so happy for the both of you."
"You...you're insane. Trixie has been staying with a mad mare."
"Oh, no." Fluttershy answered calmly. "They've just had eggs! Why don't you give it a try? Hold out your hoof..." Fluttershy gestured. Trixie blinked, preparing a tirade, when-
"I mean, please?" Fluttershy asked. Trixie found herself stopping and staring. Fluttershy's eyes were just so...big, so open, and in them Trixie could read hope, fear, nervousness...
"F-fine." she stammered, holding out her hoof as directed. Why did her cheeks feel so warm again? Fluttershy nodded to the hummingbirds, and one fluttered over and landed on Trixie.
"Oh, oh my." Trixie tried to hold herself still as the bird hopped about. Fluttershy giggled.
"Y-you better not make a mess on the Great and Powerful Trixie." Trixie scolded the bird, not putting any real anger behind her words. The bird responded with a tilt of its head and a happy buzz.
"Aren't birds wonderful?" Fluttershy asked. Before Trixie could respond, the pegasus whistled a small tune. Suddenly something dropped on the top of Trixie's head.
"Ahh! What is it! Did it mess up Trixie's mane? Um... any more, that is?"
"It's, it's just a robin. Come down little one, you're scaring her."
"The Great and Powerful Trixie was not - oh, wonderful." the robin fluttered off her head and next to the hummingbird. She looked over and saw Fluttershy smile at her, comforting her. Trixie found a smile on her face without understanding why.
"You're doing great. Why don't you relax, I, um, I should get going into town." With that Fluttershy stood up. Trixie felt herself panic.
"Wait, where are you going?" she convinced herself it was only because she was so unfamiliar with the animals around her. Even that made her realize how much fear seemed to rule her.
"Don't worry, they'll be fine. Be gentle." Fluttershy walked off. Trixie looked back to the birds on her hoof. One whistled at her.
"Oh dear." Trixie felt another bird land on her head.
Several minutes later, Trixie felt paralyzed. She was being treated like a lawn ornament, well over a dozen birds of all kinds on her head, her forelegs, even her back. A few had started a rousing chorus a few minutes ago. Trixie sighed. She was having a hard time relaxing with all this wildlife around her.
"You!" suddenly a voice came from above. Trixie blinked and looked up. The birds startled away.
"What are you doing here?" the voice accused. Trixie realized it was behind her, and she got up, turning around just in time for something to hit her. She cried out, feeling like she had been tackled by a raging bull, knocked clean to the ground. She looked up to find eyes like pink fire filling her vision.
"I caught you! I don't know what you're up to..." a blue pegasus with a wild rainbow mane growled at her. Trixie felt her eyes water - not only had the tackle made her side begin to burn, but the pegasus was pinning her down, stepping on her legs and belly.
"I...who...what." the sense had been knocked out from her as she stammered.
"What are you doing here? Were you sneaking up on Fluttershy? Don't you dare hurt her! You...hey, what happened to your mane?" the pegasus' fury was overcome with confusion. "Are you crying?"
"Please get off Trixie. You're hurting her." Trixie knew she was whimpering, but she couldn't help it as the pain worsened. The brash pegasus blinked.
"What...oh colt, what's wrong with you?" the pegasus looked her over. She finally fluttered off Trixie. Trixie gasped and rolled onto her side. She choked back tears, the pain not subsiding. Something inside her seemed to shift in a way she was sure it wasn't supposed to.
"Woah...you, um, okay there?"
"Fluttershy!" Trixie found herself calling the name without thinking it. "Fluttershy!" she sobbed.
"Wait..you know...um..." the pegasus looked around, backing away from the weeping, broken mare. "I-I'll go get Fluttershy."
Several minutes later, Trixie was still trying to stop her sniffling as Fluttershy lay an icepack over her side. She had been moved with care on to Fluttershy's couch. The pegasus turned around and looked at her rainbow-maned companion, who watched them warily. She shrunk away under Fluttershy's gaze.
"Why did you do that, Rainbow?" Fluttershy sounded more disappointed then angry.
"I-I didn't know! I thought she was going to...I don't know!"
"So...you attacked her?" Fluttershy asked. Rainbow, which was her name as far as Trixie knew, looked away.
"She didn't look bad until I got close. I was just trying to..."
"Could you please go get Nurse Redheart?" Fluttershy asked. Rainbow blinked.
"I, um, don't know, but I think she has a cracked rib now. She's really, really weak, Rainbow. And I, I can't leave her alone. Please?"
"Okay. I'm...sorry, Fluttershy." Rainbow barely got the words out. Fluttershy shook her head. It wasn't her Rainbow should be sorry to, and everypony in the room knew it. The cyan pegasus glanced at Trixie one last time before heading for the door. Fluttershy turned back to Trixie, who had lowered her head between her hooves.
"Does it still hurt?"
"Uh huh." Trixie mumbled. "Trixie remembers that pegasus. She was right to be angry."
"But..." Fluttershy frowned. "...I..."
"Don't bother." Trixie told her bitterly. "Trixie gets it. Oh, goddesses, she gets it. Celestia must be punishing her for some transgression, though Trixie knows not. Helping her is a futile task, something will come to break the once Great and Powerful Trixie again. Apparently she deserves this." her expression was a mix of sorrow and stubbornness, part of her still refusing to give in.
"Nopony deserves this." Fluttershy whispered. Trixie looked up to see Fluttershy's eyes were wet. After all she had faced, it wasn't her aches or pains or distraught heart that broke her. It was the sight of such a gentle, caring creature so broken up that sent Trixie over the edge. She began to sob freely, weeping for herself and for everything that had happened. Her life was in tatters. She had lost everything, and for every step forward she took she was just dragged back. She couldn't take any more.
She felt a soft pressure on her face, and then over her back, around her. She blinked rapidly to clear her eyes. Fluttershy had stood up to wrap her arms around Trixie, forelegs around her neck, cheek brushing Trixie's own. Trixie paused, her mind going numb, not knowing how to react. She just lay there and felt Fluttershy around her, holding her tight. Slowly she found herself relaxing under the gentle hug, the tears beginning to dry. She resisted it at first, but the feeling was overwhelming, calmness and tranquility practically radiating from the pegasus. Trixie awkwardly guided her own forelegs around Fluttershy, bringing them to meet just above the pegasus's wings. The movement ached, but she forced herself into it. She held Fluttershy tight, afraid that otherwise the mare would vanish and Trixie would find herself truly alone again. The words she had failed to tell Fluttershy last night came to her again. She didn't hesitate this time.
"Thank you Fluttershy. Th-thank you." she whispered. Fluttershy shifted and slowly brought herself out of the hug. Trixie feared she had ruined it, that she had done something wrong. Still, she had no choice but to let Fluttershy free. The pegasus backed away.
Trixie's fears were allayed when she saw Fluttershy's face. Calm, smiling, eyes hopeful.
"Better?" she asked. Trixie nodded, despite the fact the pain was worse than ever. A blush spread across her face. The Great and Powerful Trixie did not weep, stammer, or hug random ponies. But, the thought came to her, she wasn't exactly great or powerful anymore, was she? She felt that this thought should have depressed her more than it did.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Fluttershy was at it right away.
"Oh, hello. Please come in." Fluttershy stepped aside to let in a white earth pony with a red cross cutie mark, followed by the Rainbow pegasus, and then - Trixie gasped. There she was. The purple mare that had so thoroughly ruined Trixie's whole life.
"Y-you!" Trixie forced herself to her her hooves. "You, how dare you!" she leaped from the couch, and stumbled. "The G-great and P-p-powerful Trixie will...will..." the world swam in front of Trixie's eyes. She stumbled, but as always, she found Fluttershy by her side.
"I..." she could tell it was Twilight's voice, even if her vision was too far gone for her to make out the mare. "I came when I heard Rainbow Dash searching for the nurse. Trixie...I-"
"You came to mock Trixie!" Trixie cried, gnashing her teeth. "To see how you've laid Trixie so low! What you've done to her!"
"Me? You blame...me?"
"If you hadn't...if..." Trixie leaned more on Fluttershy, aware her legs could no longer support her.
"Trixie, I didn't bring in the ursa minor. I had to protect the town! I came because I was worried about you. I always worried where you ran off without any of your things."
"Please, girls, she looks feverish." this unfamiliar voice must have come from the nurse. "Try to get her back on the couch."
Trixie felt herself lifted off her feet. She couldn't tell what was going on, and realized her eyes were full of tears. She blinked them clear as best she could, but everything remained slightly blurry. She was panting.
"Fluttershy?" she murmured. Yellow came across her field of vision and she smiled. Okay, she thought, she was safe now. With that, she closed her eyes, and her awareness of the world faded away.
Trixie awoke groggy, confused as to everything beyond her own name. She was distantly aware she was on her back, her eyes open. She wasn't blind, she realized, it was just very dark. An open window let in enough moonlight for her to make out details about the room once her eyes adjusted. She heard something like a sigh and looked to her right.
Fluttershy was fast asleep but sitting upright, resting on a stool beside the bed. Not fully aware of herself, Trixie reached over and brushed Fluttershy's cheek gently. It was enough to wake the pegasus up with a startled peep.
"You're awake! I was so worried." Fluttershy held onto Trixie's extended hoof. Trixie smiled.
"Am I going to die?" she asked. The idea didn't scare her, oddly. She couldn't cheat the grim reaper that long.
"N-no!" Fluttershy shook her head. "The doctor said m-malnutrition made your, um, your bones brittle. You, oh dear, had a cracked rib and were...bleeding inside." she shuddered. "They had to...they had to..." Trixie looked where Fluttershy was looking. She was on top of the sheets, letting her see her underbelly. She had fresh stitches down her side, part of her coat sheared away around it. Trixie's senses began to come back to her, and she wrenched her gaze away.
"I...I can't afford such a..."
"Um...it's okay..." Fluttershy hid behind her mane. "It's...it's paid for."
Trixie slumped her head back on the pillow, staring at the ceiling.
"No more lies." she said. "Why? You can't be that well off. You can't do this for any pony who comes by, or needs something. Why aren't I in a hospital now?"
"Because you wanted to care for me yourself. Why? Why do you care? I-I don't understand."
She heard Fluttershy shift, and when she looked over she found her caretaker had stood up, her front hooves on the bed. She looked so scared, but after a moment gathered the courage to speak, albeit whisper quiet.
"You were so lonely. I've been friends with Rainbow for a long time, and, and I knew, when she bragged the most...she was the most scared. I knew you were scared, and...I wanted you to have a friend. I thought maybe, I...I could be..." she smiled. "Don't worry. I don't have a lot of expenses, and with everypony coming to me to take care of their pets... it was really no trouble."
"But why? What do you get out of it?"
Fluttershy smiled at her, simply and sweetly. "Kindness is its own reward. I....want to be your friend."
"Y-yes. You, um...you seem so strong, so brave."
"Me?" Trixie chuckled, but cut herself short with a wince as pain shot down her side. Fluttershy nodded, eyes darting to Trixie's stitches.
"You, well, never, ever gave up. How...?"
"A great and powerful amount of stupidity." Trixie said dryly. She looked away. "I'd be dead ten times over without you."
"But you would have fought."
"I have always fought." Trixie said. "Every day of my life."
"Really? Um, Trixie?"
"C-could you, um, tell me? About yourself...if you don't mind..."
"What do you want to you know?"
Trixie took a deep breath. She was a storyteller, and had spent years talking about herself. But this was no tale of her greatness, and she had no flashy tricks or artistic flourishes to add. Still, now that Fluttershy had asked, Trixie found herself wanting to tell her.
"Trixie's earliest memories are of a small orphanage in Canterlot..." she began. A long and winding yarn unraveled from there, beginning with her childhood. Her childhood was not really that bad, the orphanage always having enough for them to eat, and there were many fillies of Trixie's age if she ever desired company. She had been neither popular nor unpopular, at least not until that fateful night. Her true story, as far as she saw it, began with the orphanage's talent show, when she had been given a small hat and cape and told, like all the other unicorns, to just do her best trick. The thrill of being in front of the other children, the way she drew power from their attention while others cowered... the discovery of this thrill as a source of her magic, the way she dazzled the small crowd with a light show that, while she now realized was no more than the magic equivalent of third-rate sparklers, had made her stand out against the lackluster levitation tricks that comprised the total of the average unicorn's talent at that age. Trixie was the first of her age group to earn her cutie mark, and in her mind it set her apart for greatness.
Next came her short adoption by an old mare of a professor, no doubt intrigued by Trixie's talents. Only, rather than nurture her talent, the old mare had simply expected Trixie to be a particularly proficient maid, not an actual daughter. This led to Trixie's isolation during her formative years, and she combatted the boredom and loneliness with the only diversion the household had to offer - books. Diving headfirst into self-education, she stole the textbooks of her 'mother' and read late into the night once her chores were finally done, discovering her great talents with spellcraft extended far beyond mere flashing lights or billowing smoke. When she felt herself of age, though she was still more of a filly than a mare, Trixie performed a very dangerous and skillful transmutation. Normal transmutations, turning a rock into a hat or whatever, would be undone if the magician's magic waned, but Trixie took a couple of items from her 'mother' and crafted for herself permanent, exact replicas of the orphanage's hat and cape, made to fit her now of course. With hat and cape around her, Trixie felt herself ready to escape from her miserable home and make her way to Hollyhoof, where surely her talent would make her a star like never before.
After a brief time hitchhiking that taught her harsh lessons about the world beyond her home, Trixie managed to arrive in Hollyhoof, barely a bit to her name despite the modest sum she had left with. There she eventually roomed with a mare that would become Trixie's first crush; a fellow aspiring actress, but one who had had the good sense to splurge for a bus ticket away from her home. Trixie had found that Hollyhoof cared less for talent than it did a pretty face with a particularly narrow middle - the back of Trixie's mind noted the irony that, more than half-starved, she probably finally fit their requirements. She had worked bit pieces, a living background to third-rate movies. Finally, she had caught her break, after arguing with another bit player had forced Trixie to show up the other pony just like she had done in Ponyville, and her flashy performance had caught the director's eye. Trixie was given a chance, told where to audition, what to say to get in, and how good her odds were. She had of course rushed home with the news, ecstatic, and slept the night fitfully as eagerness combated her desire to be at her best the next day.
When she finally awoke, of course, the remnants of the sleep spell were obvious to her. The audition had come and past. Eventually the truth would come out, as the other mare had slipped in as her, and then won the spot easily. She would get her break, as it were; a minor speaking role in a horror film, though apparently her character had died quickly enough she wasn't really noticeable. Trixie couldn't stay, their shared apartment being in the other mare's name. She gathered what few bits she had saved over rent and food, and once again abandoned everything else in the world, convincing herself that with her hat and cape, she could make the world hers. She would make them see how Great and Powerful she really was.
In time, Trixie felt the world did begin to see. She learned to dance for her dinner, setting up on street corners and panhandling, her extensive magical knowledge turned to parlor tricks to attract passerby. It was funny, to her, that her career finally took a turn for the better only when things couldn't get any worse. Small towns were always in need of entertainment, and by now an accomplished hitchhiker, Trixie began to make her rounds in the outskirts of Equestria. Eventually she made enough to rent permits at most towns, allowing her to set up in town square and really put on a performance. Within a couple years she had saved enough to buy herself a home; a small show wagon for her to travel in, even if she still had to move it herself or hire help from town to town. Finally came her arrival in Ponyville, and all Fluttershy already knew.
As she unraveled her tale Trixie felt something inside herself unwind, something she had held close to her heart for so long loosening its grip on her after all these years. Somepony finally knew, knew who she was and why she did what she did. They knew the mare behind the act. She hadn't intended it, but hadn't been able to stop it. As she finished, she saw tears dripping freely from Fluttershy's eyes, the pegasus making no attempt to wipe them away.
"Please...don't pity Trixie any more."
"I-I don't." Fluttershy told her, finally wiping her eyes. She held out her arms, just looking at Trixie and waiting for her. Trixie smiled, and inched over slowly, carefully. She held out her own arms and Fluttershy leaned in. They grasped one another in a gentle hug, resting their chin's against one another's shoulders. Trixie's smile widened and she closed her eyes. She couldn't place the feeling that swept over her, but whatever it was, she didn't ever want it to end.
"Thank you, Fluttershy. I-I am honored to call you my friend."
"Me too Trixie."
"Heh. Trixie has not been much of a friend, has she? You'll have to be patient with her."
"You're fine." Fluttershy told her. Trixie had nothing to say, so she just squeezed Fluttershy a little tighter. Fluttershy squeaked, but that didn't stop her from holding Trixie tighter as well. Trixie didn't want to let her go, but her side began to ache. Fluttershy took her signal as she let go and they detangled from one another. When the pegasus got back on her stool, Trixie could see she was blushing. Trixie leaned back and looked at her side again, her stomach turning at the surgical gash.
"It looks to be healing well." she frowned. "Was...magic used? It doesn't look fresh."
"You...um..." Fluttershy looked away, mumbling. It slowly came to Trixie what she was trying to say.
"Fluttershy...how long was Trixie out?"
"O-only, um, a day... and a half"
"It's been over a day?!" Trixie yelped, immediately wincing. "Ahh..." she studied Fluttershy's face. "You...cared for m- for Trixie all through out that?"
Trixie just turned back to the ceiling, staring blankly up. Helpless, comatose for that long. She wondered if Fluttershy had managed to feed her - her mouth didn't seem dry, so she imagined the pegasus had at least managed to get her to drink. It was only now that she discovered her hunger, the sensation so familiar to her she was beginning to ignore it until it grew painful. She vaguely felt she should be enraged about the indignity of it all, being laid so low, yet searching her heart revealed gratitude that she had made it through. Gratitude and something she still didn't understand.
"Some of the others came by after we brought you back." Fluttershy told her. Trixie turned back to her and blinked.
"Rainbow Dash felt so, so bad. Please don't be mad at her." Fluttershy said. "And Twilight...she felt worse."
"It...wasn't her fault. Trixie understands that now."
"It wasn't your fault." Fluttershy said. Trixie smirked.
"Trixie never said it was." she quipped. Fluttershy shrunk back, her mane falling in front of her. Trixie forced herself to inch over and reached out, brushing Fluttershy's mane back.
"You shouldn't hide yourself." she told Fluttershy. "Take pride in who you are."
Fluttershy just smiled in return, but seemed honestly thankful for the gesture. Trixie could read it in her eyes. She eventually broke her gaze to look around the room, her mind turning.
"It has been some time since you've had your own bed, isn't it? Trixie shall take the couch tonight."
"Oh, no, that's quite alright..."
"No no. Trixie is your friend, and has relied on your kindness far too much." Trixie slowly got herself off the bed. Fluttershy looked as if she wanted to do something, say something, but couldn't bring herself to. Trixie got onto her legs and found herself still standing, though she did wobble a bit.
"Trixie shall be fine, Fluttershy." Trixie smiled. "And she'll be just downstairs, okay? You need some proper rest."
"But...okay." Fluttershy responded. "Good night."
"Good night." Trixie exited the bedroom. The hallway was nearly pitch black. Trixie felt her way along, knowing that any magic would likely end with her on the floor again. She almost tripped down the first stair, and made it cautiously after that. The main room was brighter thanks to large windows facing the moon. Trixie headed for the couch. She wasn't actually sure she could sleep, but she could feel she was low on energy. Oddly not as desperate as before; she guessed as much bed rest as she was getting was doing her a world of good. She would rest on the couch until either the day came or something else to do came to her. She glanced to the window and yelped as something moved. She made out the silhouette of a rabbit. It was the same one as before, and it was still glaring at her.
"Don't worry little rabbit." Trixie chuckled. "Trixie is relatively sure you could beat her if it came to it." she continued toward the couch and rabbit. The bunny glanced to the staircase and back to her. Trixie felt that somehow, she understood.
"Calm yourself. Trixie would never harm a hair on her head, she promises you that." Trixie said, climbing onto the couch. On second thought, maybe she could sleep after all. "She would never let any harm come to Fluttershy." she yawned. "I promise."
There is a phenomenon few know about, that graces the Canterlot Performance in the deep hours of night. The baritone performance of travelling stallions would cease, the crowd unleashing the required applause as the performers bow out with all the attempted grace such ponies can have. The murmur of small talk and criticism would simmer to nothingness, and as the cleaners swept through the aisles, cleared away the rubbish and ruin of the night, it would begin.
Many of the younger or newer staff members had ridiculed tales away with an sweeping hoof, having heard too many stories of pranks and hoaxes. The high, floating tone of the cello in the breeze would go unnoticed. Many of the staff had surrendered their efforts to find the very obvious hidden gramophone, while others still found the melody too ethereal for their ears. The midnight cleaning staff refreshed its ranks quite often.
It was as the cleaners shuffled out the door, elder stallions chided by the young ones for their naivety in believing in spooks and phantoms. With a sigh, the chief caretaker would flick the light switch with a hoof, hoping to prove one day what he felt in his gut. The mystery had persisted through his long service to the company, and would most likely hold until long after.
He swept out the door, as was his habit every night. The door sealed away the streetlights beyond, leaving the performance hall bathed in darkness. The cello persisted, lilting through the aisles and rows unheard, a song to no-one in particular. An hour would pass in sombre symphony, as it had every night before. Then, with little warning and of their own accord, the spotlights would flash onto the stage. The burning light rendered a slim, grey pony. Her mane floated in the breezeless air, eyes closed as she seemingly poured her very soul onto the cello strings.
It was a slightly longer time before the other participant would appear. Never entering via a door, she would simply become. Her very coat was ghostly-white, with luscious, red eyes. She was precisely the kind of phantom the younger children would doubt, yet she carried the flair of living memory on her face, watching in awe at the performance. The alabaster ghost settled into a seat, leaning on the chair in front of her to gaze out onto the performer, who wove a musical poem just for her.
The grey pony would seem to smile, eyes flicking open to meet with the rubies beyond, always finding them through the darkness. The cello would never stop, not now its purpose had been revealed. The mare did not make herself known to the cleaners, because this moment belonged to only one other pony. Her eyes would shimmer as she gazed beyond the aurora of the lights, to the enthralled mare in the seat beyond.
The performance would continue, never tiring. It kept perfect rhythm, yet it seemed to dictate its own. Time became liquid, rushing in some places, and slowing to a trickle in others. it had no meaning to the two ponies in the hall. At long last, however, the performance would cease. The grey pony looked beyond her stage to the seat, and yet found it empty. She leaned on her cello, as though the absence took her will to stand with it.
And yet, white legs would always lift her. Wrapping around from behind, they supported her when she required it most. She span on the spot, allowing the cello to fall silently onto the floor. Those eyes awaited her. Where they had an unavoidable allure at a distance, at such proximity they were deep wells. Memories floated within the chasms of her pupils, the only sign of the otherworld they came from.
The embrace was shared, forelegs supporting one another as the pair candidly danced upon the stage. No hoof fell out of place, no pirouette was undertaken with anything less than a haunting precision. The grey pony was spun, twirling on a hoof to find herself falling. A white leg caught her once more, dangling her as the ruby-eyed mare leaned over her. A final, infinite moment was shared between two timeless pairs of eyes. Hooves caressed manes as the distance closed, and lips met.
The front door opened, allowing the full light of a vibrant morning to flood into the hall. Lights flicked off, and the image of the two mares fell away like a mirage. The chief caretaker sighed, dropping his keys as he watched the place where the mares had been. Once more, he would be ridiculed that night.
He flicked on the lights properly, bathing the hall in the artificial ambiance of fluorescent lighting. Sighing, he began his first job of the day. With vim and vigour, he polished at a bronze plaque near the door. Stepping back, he idolised the names, sighing softly as he wandered off to prepare the hall for a hectic day.
The plaque had stood for as long as he had worked there. Engraved timelessly into its surface was a message to all that entered:
In memory of Octavia Philharmonica, and Vinyl Scratch: "Ponies destined to create sweet symphonies together, will stay together."
On top of the tallest tower of Canterlot, Princess Luna stood and watched over the sleeping Equestria. A gust of cold wind ruffled her starry mane and rustled her feathers, sending a strange chill into the body and soul of the dark alicorn. It reminded her of the piercing cold of the starry voids beyond the Sun and the Moon, where nightmares lurked and brooded, seeking an opening into the world. The princess raised her head and listened to the wailing of the wind. "This will be a difficult night," she murmured, a severe expression on her face.
- - -
Applejack sweats as she turns and bucks at the tree. Instead of the satisfying thud of a solid impact, and the welcome patter of falling apples, she hears just a muffled thump. She sways on her hooves, feeling weak and out of breath, and turns to look. The tree is full of apples, red and fat and ripe almost to the point of spoiling, but not a single one has fallen.
She grimaces and wipes her brow with her fetlock. It's stifling hot in the orchard, and the hot air is dead and still, but the leaves are not still; the trees are whispering behind her back, laughing at her weakness.
She looks anxiously off towards the shade where her family lies; it's not any cooler in there, but at least the hostile glare of the sun is off their eyes. They are looking worse and worse, thin and tired and worn out. Big Mac stirs slightly, shooing away the flies that are swarming around Applebloom's face. Her little sister hasn't eaten anything for days, and she's growing too weak to drive the vicious insects away herself.
Applejack tears her gaze away from them and picks up the empty baskets beneath the tree. They feel heavier than the full bushels of apples she's carried in the better days as she staggers towards the next tree with its mocking crop of juicy apples, ripe for the harvest, ready to be sold or eaten.
Again she places the baskets beneath the tree, turns around and bucks. Again, she hears nothing but a weak thump, and the dry, mocking rustle. Her family is dying, and she can't do the one thing that could save them. Biting back her cry of anguish, Applejack kicks again, and again...
- - -
Pinkie Pie is getting worried. She's been sitting behind the counter at Sugar Cube Corner since the morning, and there hasn't been a single customer! A look at the clock tells her that the lunch hour is at hand, and if nothing else, at least Derpy should be dropping by to buy her muffins. What's even stranger is that nopony has walked past the windows either. She cranes her neck to look through a different window, but there's again nopony there.
She calls to Mr. and Mrs. Cake, telling that she'll leave the counter for a moment, but there is no reply from the kitchen. Pinkie frowns; she realizes that she hasn't seen her employers in a while, either. She enters the kitchen. It's spotless clean, with no sign of either the Cakes or their foals.
Starting to feel anxious, Pinkie checks the office and the storage room and the Cakes' apartment: all are empty. She races up the stairs to her little apartment in the attic. It's empty and dusty, her personal things are all gone, and so's Gummy!
Feeling really weirded out now, Pinkie runs back downstairs and out into the street, ignoring the dust and cobwebs in the store and the stale lumps of dried pastries behind the grimy glass. The street is empty, too, and the houses around her are dark and quiet, the windows staring blankly at her.
Terrified, she runs through the empty streets until she reaches the market square. Nothing. Just weeds growing between the cobblestones, and a few rotting barrels piled beneath the sagging eaves of abandoned houses lining the market. There is nopony in entire Ponyville, Pinkie understands, and hasn't been for years and years. Nopony but her and her imaginary friends...
- - -
Fluttershy rests in the middle of a sunlit, flowering meadow; it's a place she knows well, not far from Ponyville in the Whitetail Woods. The birds are singing and the bees are buzzing in the flowers, and she's feeling peaceful and drowsy. It's so nice and warm, perfect for a little nap, she thinks and yawns daintily.
Just as she's about to doze off, the birds, one by one, fall silent and the droning of the bees fades away. Fluttershy opens her eyes and looks around. The sunlight seems dimmer and it's not so warm any more. Deep in the woods, a wind is rising, making the trees sigh and sway.
The pegasus feels silly. It's just a cloud in front of the sun, she tells herself. But just as she's about to lower her head back to the grass, she catches a glimpse of movement among the trees.
There's something in the woods, she realizes. Something white and fast that rushes from one tree to other, never staying in sight for long. And it's coming closer. Fear creeps along Fluttershy's spine as she rises onto her hooves, trying to catch a good look at the white thing even as she wishes she won't see it again.
The cold wind blows into the meadow, and with it comes the white thing. Fluttershy gets one confused look of it before she turns her tail and runs, but it is enough. It's something flapping and fluttering, vaguely pony-shaped but ever-changing. It's the off-white color of old bones, and where its eyes should be are only black staring holes.
In blind terror, Fluttershy runs, all thought of flight forgotten, not that she could open her clenched wings if she tried. The white thing is following her, and worse: it's overtaking her. It does not move like a pony would; it does not gallop or trot or fly. Rather, it flits and dashes from one shadow to another, its outlines shifting and fluttering in the chill wind as it swoops past her.
Too terrified to scream, Fluttershy turns, unable to face the thing that's between her and Ponyville. The white thing follows her, driving her away from her friends and fellow ponies and deeper into the woods. She runs and runs, knowing that the thing is toying with her like a cat with a mouse... and soon it will grow bored of this cruel sport.
- - -
Rainbow Dash is underground, and she doesn't like it. Like many pegasi, she's a bit claustrophobic; houses are fine, but caves make her queasy. Even ones that are big enough to fly in, like the Diamond Dogs' tunnels.
The twisty passages of the labyrinth she's wandering in are still wide enough to fly, but they're getting narrower. If she were to spread her wings now, the tips of her primaries would be brushing against the dry grey rock walls. So she walks now, lantern dangling from her teeth, and tries not to think about how the ceiling seems lower than before.
It's hard to tell, but Dash has an unpleasant feeling that she's going deeper into the earth. The tunnel still slopes upwards every now and then, but she's starting to think that the downward slopes are steeper and longer, taking her further and further away from the surface and the sky.
She comes to a place where the tunnel branches. To her left, it slopes steeply down into the darkness beyond the feeble light of her lantern (and Rainbow Dash refuses to think about how much oil she has left, and how long it will last, and what will she do if she's trapped all alone in the dark beneath all the millions of tons of stone and earth above her); to her right, it starts to rise equally steeply, but it also narrows quickly.
Hoping that it will eventually take her to the surface, Dash takes the right-hoof branch. For a while, it seems like she's made the right choice, as the tunnel keeps rising, even though the walls are closing in around her and the ceiling's so low that her mane occasionally brushes against the solid rock above her.
Then the tunnel levels off, and starts sloping down; not steeply, but inexorably. Dash is moving slowly now, hunched and holding her head down so that the bottom of her lantern keeps scraping against the floor. Her sense of direction is not as good here, away from the sun and the wind and the stars, but she is fairly sure that she's going around in a spiral that's slowly tightening as it leads her deeper and deeper into the endless darkness beneath the earth.
Rainbow Dash's is bruised and bleeding from numerous scrapes that she's gotten as she's squeezed through several narrow spots. She doesn't think she could turn around any more, so she forges on, hoping against hope to see the tunnel widening and curving upwards. Soon, she will have to get down onto her knees and crawl onwards, but as frightening as that prospect is, it doesn't disturb her half as much as the way the flame in her lantern has been flickering for a while now...
- - -
Rarity is ecstatic! Her fall fashion show has been an unqualified success - she's received a dozen requests from noblemares and boutique owners already! - and now she's hob-nobbing it with the creme de la creme of Equestria's fashion at the cocktail party. Laughing lightly at Hoity Toity's joke, she levitates a delicious-looking little cocktail bit from the tray of a passing earth pony waiter. As the fashion mogul starts another anecdote about the backstage rivalries of the fashion circles, Rarity slips the morsel into her mouth and bites.
There's a strange crunching noise and a mild sting of pain. Rarity's eyes widen as she feels something hard and smooth on her tongue, and notices the coppery taste of blood mixed with the flavors of celery and blue cheese. She feels sick as she realizes that one of her molars has just fallen off.
Rarity mumbles a panicky excuse, not daring to swallow or empty her mouth before the others, and hurries off into a corner. Turning her back to the crowd, she spits the bloody tooth onto a napkin. The sight of it makes her feel faint, but she steels her nerve. She'll have to come up with an excuse, then go find a dentist who can replant it...
Feeling around her mouth with her tongue, Rarity realizes that several other teeth are becoming loose in her jaws. She feels an urge to vomit, but manages to keep her rising gorge down, if only because she's afraid what would happen to her teeth if she did throw up.
Not daring to run, she starts towards the door at the other end of the large room. Holding her head high with a fixed, close-mouthed smile on her face, she pushes through the crowd, trying to stay calm even though her mouth is filling with blood and she can't keep from probing the hole where her tooth was.
A plump old noblemare backs into her, almost knocking Rarity off her hooves. As she catches her balance, she feels, and hears, a horrible cracking sound from her shoulder. Looking down, she sees a dark red stain spreading in her dress; blood, and lots of it. Curiously, she feels no pain as she tears at her dress with her mouth, losing several more teeth in the process.
What she sees makes her wish for pain. Instead of a wound, there is a wide-open crack that's oozing thick, dark blood. Even as she watches, hairline cracks spread down along her leg, and small pieces of her coat begin to fall off, like bloody fragments of an eggshell. Realizing that she's nothing but a hollow shell of a pony, Rarity starts to scream and scream and scream...
- - -
Twilight Sparkle is filled with conflicting emotions - pride, curiosity, nervousness and more - as she follows Princess Celestia through the white marble halls of the Canterlot Castle. Her teacher has told her that she has an extraordinarily important task in mind for Twilight, one that may decide the fate of entire Equestria.
They enter a large, circular room in the center of the castle. Even though Twilight is used to the graceful and grand architecture of Canterlot, she gasps in admiration as she takes in the high vaulted ceiling of shining gold, and the enormous mosaic of the sun, the moon and the stars that covers the floor. She does not notice the great block of marble at the center of the room before she and Celestia already stand before it.
"You have served me well," Celestia says. "But I require more!" Her horn flashes, and golden chains spring from the marble, wrapping around Twilight's limbs and pulling the unicorn onto the stone.
Unable to move, Twilight stares at the Princess as the alicorn levitates a large, wickedly sharp-looking knife over her. "For a thousand years, I have gathered unicorns of great power as my students," Celestia says, her eyes glowing with strange light. "But as valuable as your services have been, it pales in comparison to your ultimate purpose. Without me, the Sun will not rise! And the only way that I can live forever is by eating the hearts of virginal unicorns of great power. Twilight Sparkle, your flesh and power shall sustain me, and through me, Equestria, for many more decades. Let that thought be your consolation as you die!"
Time seems to slow down as the knife plunges down towards Twilight's chest, until it's only a hair's breadth away from her coat...
The blade shatters into millions of sparkling shards of pure light that begin to fall up towards the vaulted ceiling. Princess Celestia is thrown back, blurring and growing darker as she slams into the marble wall.
Luna walks past Twilight, her wings flared and her horn and eyes glowing with power. The unicorn can feel the waves of hot anger radiating from the Night Princess, and knows it's not directed at her. The golden chains binding her melt away into nothingness, and she clambers back onto her hooves, not wishing to miss anything.
"I know thee, thou foul spawn of lightless voids!" Luna says, her voice shaking the walls. "Thou art a Nightmare, a voice of wickedness that hath crept down to Equestria from the outer spheres. And thou darest to strike at me through my friends and saviors, taking even the form of mine beloved sister? Thou hast erred, oh Nightmare, erred grievously!"
As Luna speaks, the "Celestia" loses her form entirely, turning into a shadowy distortion of air filled with flickering suggestions of terror that fade away into nothingness as Twilight looks into them. With a keening wail of unmistakable fear, it folds itself away and streaks away from Luna's wrath, vanishing into nothingness.
The alicorn snorts contemptuously, and slams her front hooves down to the floor, shattering the mosaic. Then she turns to face Twilight. "Are you all right, Twilight Sparkle?" she asks in a softer, obviously concerned voice. "A Nightmare has no power over you than what you give it, but it is a devious thing..."
"Thank you, Princess; I am fine," Twilight says. "I realized I was dreaming just before you showed up. I tried to stop the blade, but I only managed to slow it down..."
Luna quirks an eyebrow at the unicorn. "You did? Remarkable! Pray tell me, how did you detect the Nightmare's deception?"
"Well, the idea of Princess Celestia sacrificing ponies to eat their hearts was just ridiculous, once I had a moment to think about it. And if for some bizarre reason she really needed my heart, she would ask me to sacrifice myself, not try to trick me like this!" Twilight's lavender face turns redder as she continues. "And, ehehehe... that virginal unicorns bit, it was laying it a bit too thick... and, um, well... Princess Celestia, uh, she knows me better than that."
"Oh? Oh! I see," Luna says, looking amused and embarrassed in equal proportions.
Twilight's expression changes suddenly. "Oh my goodness! You said that the Nightmare was getting at you through me and my friends! Are they having terrible dreams like this? We must do something at once!"
Luna raises her head, her horn blazing with power again. "Yes, Twilight Sparkle. Your fellow Bearers of the Elements are in the throes of nightmares of their own. But fear not; I will break them free, like you once broke me free of my Nightmare. I bid you farewell for now, and wish nothing but pleasant dreams until the morning."
The Night Princess turns into a glowing, starry mist that swirls around Twilight. An eyeblink later, she is gone, and Twilight finds herself in a sunlit section of the University library, sitting on a comfortable couch. Before her, on a research desk, are a pile of old tomes, a teapot and a steaming cup of tea, a tray laden with her favorite dandelion sandwiches and almond cookies, and a long scroll halfway filled with her own writing.
Frowning, Twilight levitates the scroll closer and gives it a look. It's a paper about certain problems in magical theory she's been struggling with... except that there's a line there about relating the magic of friendship to a particularly thorny aspect of the problem. Twilight gasps with delight as she grasps the implications of the idea. Snatching a quill pen with her magic, she beings to write, new understanding blossoming in her mind. In just a few moments, the earlier part of the dream has faded away, and she no longer remembers she's dreaming...
- - -
Rarity's screams grow more and more frantic. As she thrashes around, her body begins to crack and crumble even faster, until it all collapses to the tiled floor, crumbling into clumps of dry mud.
"Theer you go, Mees Rarity!" Aloe says as she brushes the last bits of mud wrapping from the unicorn's glossy white coat. "My! You look specielly radiant today, doesn't shee, Lotus?"
The other pony, who has her mouth full as she removes the much less extensive mud wraps from around Fluttershy's limbs, mumbles something in response.
"Why, thank you," Rarity says, smiling broadly. "I really wish to look my best for the fashion show I'm doing in Canterlot on Friday, and you've done an extraordinarily good job, as always!" Her expression changes a bit as she continues. "However, the next time I have the mud baths, could you ladies use a little bit less of the mud? Why, I felt almost like I'd been turned into a clay pony when it started to dry."
This draws amused chuckles from all three mares sharing the small spa room with Rarity. "Wee will keep that in mind for the next time," Aloe tells her. "Now... shall we get started with the pedicure, Mees?"
As the spa twins start polishing and filing Rarity's and Fluttershy's hooves, none of them pays the slightest of attention to the swirl of darkness rising from the crumbled clay and flying away, or to Luna cantering through the dream in swift pursuit.
- - -
Rainbow Dash is stuck, there is no question about that. The trapped pegasus rests her head on the cold dry rock and stares with terrified eyes at the faint, flickering flame of her toppled-over lantern. As she watches, it goes out, and she's alone in the dark.
Despair and terror rise inside Dash, and she strains her slim, wiry body in one final, hopeless attempt to break free. Just as she's about to give up, there is a loud crack, and something gives way. Suddenly, there's sunlight shining into her eyes from above, and the sweet smells of green grass and rich soil and clean wind fill her nose. Struggling a bit more, shaking the crumbling dirt from her mane, she breaks through the bare six inches of dirt over her, rising from the ground like a rainbow-colored Diamond Dog.
"Omigosh! Are you okay, Rainbow?" Fluttershy asks; she's standing right next to the hole in the grass that Dash's emerging from, with a worried expression on her face. "You were there so long, and I was starting to worry you couldn't find Angel or had gotten stuck and..."
"Jeez! Chill out, 'Shy, I'm fine," Dash says as she pulls her friend's recalcitrant bunny out and offers him to Fluttershy. Angel gives him a surly look that Dash returns. The things she does for her oldest friend, including diving into a literal rabbit hole to bring back a pet who refuses to take his medicine!
She stretches her limbs and spreads her wings, shaking the dirt and sand out of them. She wasn't in the hole for five minutes, but man it feels great to be back in the open air! Taking wing, Dash follows her walking friend back towards Fluttershy's house, making faces at the grumpy bunny behind her owner's back.
Behind her, a large patch of the grass collapses with a quiet moan of fear, and a dark thing, looking pale and wan in the bright sun, flees again.
- - -
Just as Fluttershy is certain that she can't run further, and that heart's about to give up, she crashes through some bushes, stumbles and falls, rolling down a low, grassy slope. Immediately, the white thing is upon her. Shrieking, the pegasus flails at her phantasmal pursuer that's flapping hideously against her...
... and realizes, much to her chagrin, that she's been running away from a wind-blown page of yesterday's Equestria Daily. For several minutes, she lays there, panting and feeling mortified, but as her fear fades, Fluttershy comes to see the comical side of the situation.
Slowly, softly, she starts to giggle... chuckle... and finally laugh openly, feeling relieved and amused and more than a little silly. "Oh, I'm such a scaredy-cat sometimes!" she says, wiping the tears of laughter away from her eyes.
Only now does Fluttershy pay any attention to her surroundings. Her eyes widen with delight as she sees the beautiful little dell she's stumbled into. It is surrounded by high trees and dense bushes, explaining why she's never found this place while wandering in the Whitetail Wood! It is full of wildflowers in full bloom, especially the rare sky-blue bellflowers she's always been fond of, and butterflies of many colors are fluttering in the air above her.
As the pegasus lays down among the flowers, watching the dance of the butterflies, a gust of wind tosses the newspaper away, pursued by Luna's shadow cantering across the sunlit grass.
- - -
Just as Pinkie Pie is about to curl up in despair, she sees a flash of rainbow color from the corner of her eye. Raising her head, she sees a familiar pegasus looping back in the sky and braking hard, until she comes to stop hovering over the market square.
"Hey guys, I found Pinkie!" Dash yells, before swooping down to land on the old cobblestones. "Man, this place's a real labyrinth," the pegasus says. "Good thing you came out in the open, if you'd stayed on those streets, hidden beneath the eaves, I would still be looking for you!"
"D-dashie? You're really there?" Pinkie asks. It's hard to believe her friend is really there, after the fright she had.
Before the pegasus can reply, her six friends, led by Applejack, gallop onto the square. "Yee-haw!" the farmpony cries. "Ah told ya, these old ghost towns are mighty easy to get lost in, Pinkie!" she says.
Rarity and Fluttershy nod in agreement, while Twilight Sparkle looks frantic. "Come on girls, the train will leave in five minutes! We have to hurry back!"
Even though she's relieved, Pinkie Pie is also baffled. The empty town doesn't really look like Ponyville any more, resembling Appleloosa or Dodge Junction instead... but when did it change? There's something odd going on here, and as her friends start herding her back to the train station she starts feeling dizzy; she now remembers both getting off the train and going out to explore the empty old town, and starting the day working at the Sugar Cube Corner...
Wait. Wait! Six friends? Pinkie does a quick headcount: Rainbow Dash and Applejack and Rarity and Fluttershy and Twilight Sparkle... and Princess Luna, who's slamming her hooves down into the cobblestones, trying to crush something vague and slimy and writhing that keens and squirms as it tries to escape.
The Princess freezes in place when she notices Pinkie looking at her, looking like the world's most terrifying and awe-inspiring little filly caught with her nose in the cookie jar. The shadowy thing uses her distraction to slip away; Luna shakes her head and frowns, while Pinkie smiles apologetically. Then her friends sweep the pink pony along, and she stops worrying about the inconsistencies. The train's leaving in just a moment, and if they're late they'll be late for the Maple Syrup Festival and that's the worst possible thing that could happen!
- - -
Applejack's tired, so tired. The trees are laughing at her openly now, bending their branches so low that she can almost grab the apples with her teeth, but they remain just out of reach. Beaten and too worn out to even try bucking the trees any more, she slumps down into the dry grass and just lays there, panting with exhaustion.
A distant rumble makes her lift her head and look up. Dark clouds are quickly spreading across the sky and hiding the merciless sun, even though no pegasi are in sight. A sudden, cool wind blows across the grass, silencing the whispering voices in the trees.
The thunder is coming closer, and the wind is coming in strong gusts now. The rustling voices in the trees are sounding frantic and frightened now, and Applejack wonders what has brought about the change.
A brilliant flash of lightning splits the sky, and the thunder booms directly above the orchard. Applejack is astonished to see Princess Luna in the sky, not flying but galloping in mid-air, wings spread and lightning crackling around her horn. There is a fierce light in the dark alicorn's eyes as she tosses her head and another bolt of lightning flashes through the clouds.
In the glare, Applejack briefly sees the thing Luna is fighting. It is shadowy and vague, looking a bit like a pony and a bit like a snake; for a moment, it reminds her of Discord, but deep down Applejack knows that any resemblance to the chaotic draconequus is coincidental, an attempt by the formless thing to put on a shape before Luna burns it out of the sky.
Despite her weariness and dry throat, Applejack lets out a whoop, cheering Luna on as the alicorn hurls more thunderbolts at her flickering foe. The thunder is roaring and rumbling constantly now, and the first raindrops are falling now, heavy and blessedly cool after the deadly heat.
A barrage of lightning boxes the shadowy thing in, and Luna charges, driving her horn directly into its center. A howl of pain and terror unlike anything that Applejack has heard, echoes across the sky, loud enough to drown the constant thunder. Lightning explodes from within the writhing thing impaled on Luna's horn, and then it is nothing but ashes blowing in the wind.
The rain starts falling, obscuring the princess. The thunder is already fading, but the occasional flashes of lightning still turn the rain into flowing curtains of silvery light. Something falls onto Applejack's head: a rich, ripe apple, knocked off the branch by the force of the rain. Surprised, she looks around and sees the apples falling everywhere around her, landing softly in the wet grass.
Applejack jumps onto her hooves and starts to dance in the life-giving rain, the falling water washing away her tiredness and despair and fear. She hoots and hollers and laughs and cries, her tears vanishing in the rain.
"A-hem," a deep, familiar voice says, and Applejack stumbles, almost falling over. She turns to look at her brother Macintosh, wearing a raincoat and carrying an umbrella. "It's dinner time, an' we're all gettin' hungry," he says flicking his tail in the direction of the farmhouse.
Through the rain, Applejack can make out the green and yellow figures of her grandmother and sister standing on the porch, watching them. "Heh. Sorry, brother," she says and grins bashfully. "Ah just... Ah dunno, Ah felt like dancin' in the rain, you know?" And why wouldn't she, Applejack thinks as they head back together. The harvest's done and her family is safe, sound and happy. Is that not enough reason for anypony to rejoice?
- - -
On top of the tallest tower of Canterlot, Princess Luna stood and watched over the sleeping Equestria. "Sleep well, my little ponies," she whispers. With a smile on her face, she turns and walks inside, the night air soft and calm again.
[Dark] "Pick your poison. Gore is easy to write, but is cheap horror. Remember, truly terrifying horror comes from suspense and implication, not from painting the walls with guts. Show us something that can really scare a pony."
I do not know how successful I am at scaring either the Mane Six or you, but I know I did creep myself out with a few of the nightmare sequences. This story is unpolished, uneven and longer than I expected, but hopefully it will still bring you some shudders!
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Written for #MLP-WTG's third "reloaded" week, with a theme of nightmares, and inspired by the [Grimdark] prompt in particular.
Trixie awoke slowly, feeling an odd peace about her that she hadn't felt in a long, long time. Her entire body tingled pleasantly, her muscles were entirely relaxed, and she found a smile on her face. She stretched a little and opened her eyes.
Almost immediately her mood fouled. There was less light than last time, but she could still make out the same yellow ceiling as before. She quickly remembered where she was and why. That pegasus, she had... tricked Trixie. Tricked her into accepting food and aid, Trixie realized. She wasn't sure what exactly the pegasus had done wrong. But the indignity of it infuriated her.
Trixie looked herself over and gasped slightly. Her body was more bandages than not, her legs entirely covered and several pads held to her sides with medical tape. She realized her muscles were relaxed thank to several damp clothes placed around her shoulders and hips. She shook them off and immediately regretted it, yelping as her bandages rubbed and made her aware of every cut and wound underneath. Slowly she rolled herself over to the edge of the bed. She slipped off and gingerly put her hooves on the ground. She winced but found herself still standing.
"Haha! The Great and Powerful Trixie is back in business!" she thrust one hoof towards the ceiling to punctuate her cry. Her face twitched as pain shot through her. "Ow..." she lowered her leg gingerly. Looking around, she spied a window and realized it was late in the evening, almost night time. She found the bedroom door on the other side of the bed and made her exit. If she was lucky, she would never see that sweet pegasus girl again.
"What?" she blinked at her own thoughts. That pegasus had been condescending, not sweet. She had also seen Trixie at her worst - which was still better than most ponies best, she assured herself. She needed to get out of here, her mind was still clearly addled. The door let out to a short L-shaped hallway that she navigated well enough in the low light.
She was halfway down the stairs when she heard a gentle tune being hummed. She froze in place at the sound of it. If that pegasus thought she was going to work her magic on Trixie again, she had another thing coming. Trixie's eyes darted around, trying to find where the noise was coming from, as well as how she could escape.
"Oh, you're awake!" the pegasus appeared out of a doorway Trixie hadn't been looking at, a small tray balanced on her back. Trixie's eyes widened before she caught herself. What was she, scared of this pony? This nopony? She collected herself quickly.
"Ahem, yes. It is good to see somepony knows how to give the Great and Powerful Trixie the respect they deserve." she held out a bandaged limb. "But she is no longer in need of your services."
"Oh. Would you like to stay for dinner?" the pony asked. Trixie began to reply, but her stomach beat her to the punch. She found herself blushing, embarrassed by the display of weakness.
"Trixie is a most gracious guest, and accepts your offer of tribute."
"I made you a salad."
"That is...adequate for such a rustic, ugh, 'house' such as this."
"Would you like it in bed?" the pegasus asked. Trixie just stared at her. What was with this pony? Scratch that, Trixie thought, what was wrong with herself? This was just the kind of treatment she should be getting. But she had done nothing to prove her superiority to this pony, nothing to earn this devotion. Why did this pony go to such lengths?
"Trixie is more than capable of having her dinner downstairs, thank you very much. Trixie also refuses to have her meal on anything less than pristine silverware."
The pegasus, of all things, just giggled at her. Giggled at her! She walked away through a doorway, taking the tray with her. Trixie noticed she most definitely didn't hear the sound of silverware being removed from any cupboard. She sighed and trotted down the stairs, driven mostly by her hunger.
The kitchen was as rustic as the rest of the house, a surprisingly fine yellow table cloth placed over a table more suited to a family than a single pony. In a passing thought, Trixie imagined that the pegasus must often have guests. At one place was the bowl she had seen on the pony's tray. The pegasus was at a wooden counter at the kitchen's end, tossing a second salad as she hummed to herself.
"Well?" Trixie asked. The pegasus looked over.
"Oh, it's okay. You can start eating without me."
"Start- you- but-" Trixie stopped herself, realizing she was stammering. This pony was infuriating.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie demands, this very instant, that you-" her horn began to glow with magic, but all of the sudden Trixie felt herself lurch to the side, nausea coming over her.
"Ughh..." the world swam in front of her eyes. She heard a squeak.
"Oh, what happened? Are you alright?" she heard the pony rush up but couldn't see her.
"S-stay back!" she tried a spell again. It was an immediate mistake. The nausea overwhelmed her, and she felt herself stumble and collapse. Only she failed to actually hit the ground, feeling something soft prop her up. The other pony had caught her.
"Hurgh!" Trixie couldn't hold back, and felt herself retch, right there in the middle of the kitchen. She emptied her stomach in a series of heaves. Her throat burned and her eyes watered. She groaned weakly and felt herself pushed gently into a sitting position.
"There there..." came a soft soothing voice. Trixie tried dumbly to look around for its source. She heard the pegasus walk around, a tap ran, and a moment later something cool pressed against her face. She felt helpless, just letting herself be wiped clean.
"What...what has become of the G-Great and P-Powerful..."
"Sssh, sssh. You're just tired. You need lots of energy to heal. Here, it's okay..." Trixie's vision began to clear. It was filled with a yellow face and wide, open eyes. Eyes that told her to relax, that everything was going to be okay. Trixie's guard was down, and she found herself relaxing under the gaze. The pegasus began to guide her away. Trixie was more than willing to leave the site of her physical weakness incarnate.
Trixie found herself guided back into the main room. She noticed a lot of things she hadn't her first time through. A pillar with a strange little track around it, carefully carved holes in the walls, and birdhouses hanging from the ceiling.
"What kind of place...oh." Trixie nearly bumped into the couch she had been guided towards. She still felt woozy, and was more than glad to take her weight off her hooves. She got on carefully, laying down on her underbelly.
"I'll be right back." the pegasus said quietly. Trixie barely registered it and just nodded. She stared at her bandaged hooves dully, feeling worse than death. She didn't even feel the seconds pass, but all of the sudden the pegasus was beside her again. A bowl of salad was placed between her forelegs.
"You'll, um, you'll feel better once you eat." she was told. Trixie nodded and bent her head down. She tugged out a lettuce leaf and slowly chewed on it, taking her time. Swallowing was a little painful, but she managed. The leaf eventually disappeared, and she went back for another, this one with shavings of carrot on it.
She was halfway through the salad before she realized she was being watched. The pegasus was just sitting there, watching her eat. Trixie felt herself coming too again as she ate and scowled at the realization.
"Trixie does not sign autographs during meals, if that's what you're wondering."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm not making you, um, nervous, am I?"
"W-what! Don't be foalish. Trixie does not get nervous. You are simply making a nuisance of yourself. It's quite unbecoming."
"Oh, you mean I'm disturbing you?"
Trixie sighed. "Yes close enough. Go...eat your dinner or something, would you?"
"Oh, okay. I'll be right back." the pegasus disappeared. Trixie nearly groaned, hearing her go to the kitchen and come back a moment later. She just sat there on the floor, right next to Trixie, and began on her own salad.
"Will you not leave Trixie alone for two minutes?" Trixie asked. The pegasus looked up, seeming so worried.
"But you're still sick."
"Trixie is not..." Trixie looked away. "And just why do you care? Are you some fan of Trixie's? Trixie isn't going to wake up to find herself strapped into bed, is she?"
"Oh, no, I'd never do something like that. You just looked like you needed help."
"What?" Trixie blinked. "But why are you helping?"
Now it was the pegasus's turn to show no comprehension. "Because you needed it."
"Ugh." Trixie sighed. "Fine, if you refuse to tell Trixie, so be it."
"Um, I..." the pegasus stopped herself and fidgeted.
"If you, um, don't mind, what happened to you? You're very...thin."
Trixie looked to her side and frowned. She knew what the pegasus was getting at. She had lost a lot of weight, in terms of both body fat and muscle definition. Only now she realized how not only was her ribcage visible, but her legs had become rather spindly. It was no wonder she could barely hold herself upright, even given how light she must have become.
"It's, it's been a month since you left Ponyville. Have, um, you been lost the whole time?"
"Ponyville!" Trixie's eyes went wide. "We're in Ponyville?!" she leaped to her feet, eyes darting around. The pegasus was up and besides her before she knew it.
"Sssh, oh dear, please, it's okay. We're not inside the town."
"W-we're not?" Trixie felt herself gently pushed on, but it was all she needed to sit back down. A strong wind could have moved her at this point.
"I live on the edge of Ponyville. Um, are you okay?"
"You! You are from Ponyville then! You saw....that, that upstart make a foal of Trixie! No wonder you don't, don't respect her!"
"Oh, um, I, but I do respect you. I respect everypony." the pegasus drew away
"Don't lie to Trixie!" Trixie railed. "How, how could anyone respect me- respect her, after, after such an embarrassment..." she turned her head away, realizing her eyes were watering. She felt the pegasus put an arm around her.
"And stop treating Trixie like, like a little filly!" Trixie tried to shrug the pegasus off her. When she looked over she saw for the first time that the young mare actually looked upset.
"I, you seemed so sad..." the pegasus replied, backing away. "I'm sorry."
"Ugh. Look Trixie....stop looking at Trixie like that. Trixie just...are you crying?"
"Uh uh." the pegasus shook her head with a squeak, wiping her eye. It was the most pathetic thing Trixie had ever seen, and she found a lot of ponies pathetic.
"Look, Trixie is....oh, alright. She is... very grateful for your aid."
"Huh?" the pegasus looked up, eyes half-hidden behind her long mane.
"Trixie...does not get lost. She has also never needed to stoop such barbaric practices as the wilds demanded. She may have gone without much food that past month. She counted her last meal, oh, about a week ago."
"A whole week...." the pegasus mumbled.
"Even Great as Powerful as she is, Trixie was not prepared to fight an entire forest. She...would not have lasted much longer." finally admitting to what had happened, Trixie began to lose it. She began to shake where she sat.
"All those cold nights...every attempt to find an exit ending in confusion....the hunger..." she didn't realize she was crying until a hoof brushed away the tears. It wasn't her own. She looked over to she the pegasus just smiling at her, though her eyes were worried and sad. Trixie was amazed at how much the pegasus could convey without saying anything. She wanted Trixie to feel safe.
"S-stop that. Don't p-pity Trixie."
"I, I wasn't." the pegasus shied away. "I, um, just thought you needed some, well....kindness."
"K-kindness?" Trixie almost believed it, but shook her head. "Bah, another word for pity." She sniffed and wiped an arm across her face. She winced, having forgotten the bandages around her arms.
"Trixie is done with her dinner." Trixie pushed the bowl away. "And requires a bath."
"Oh, well, um....okay." the pegasus turned away. Trixie slid off the couch, following some distance behind. She couldn't believe how little control she had over her emotions. The weeks had worn on her, she couldn't deny that to herself. The hunger had driven her to stupidity, that much was certain. When berries had made her sick and leaves were too bitter, she had turned to drastic measures. She had believed she had stolen a bounty from that witch-pony. They turned out to be everything that had made her sick before and more besides. If this pegasus hadn't come along....no. No more of that she told herself.
The pegasus led her upstairs and through another door in the hallway. The bathroom was small, simple, but it had a nice enough freestanding tub. There was a mirror above the sink which Trixie immediately headed for with a smile. She got up to it, and,
"Waaaah!" she reared away from the mirror in fright, making the pegasus jump.
"Oh, is there another spider? I asked them not too..."
"What, what has happened? That is not how the Great and Powerful...." Trixie stopped, slowly approaching the mirror again. Her face was gaunt, her eyes red, and her mane....by Celestia, her mane! Much of it had been torn or roughly cut, which in truth she had known, as it had gotten tangled in thick undergrowth or branches and she had had to force it free. She had promised herself it wasn't that bad, but it was jagged, uneven, and what hair remained was so dusty and dirty it looked brown instead of silver. There were enough twigs sticking out to build a bird's nest. She glanced behind her, in her horror realizing her tail was much the same.
"I, um, didn't want to do anything while you were asleep." the pegasus told her. "I have some scissors..."
"No, no, stay back!" Trixie turned around backed away from her. "Trixie will not have a hair on her mane ruined!"
"But it's already..."
"Why? Why Trixie?" Trixie shouted, hysterical. Everything began to unwind, finally. "Why did every last thing have to go wrong? First her carriage, and hat and c-cape, and that wasn't enough? What cruel goddess would go to such lengths to destroy her? She's a showmare! Of course those stories were made up! Why did they have to....why did this have to happen...what did I do to deserve this?"
The pegasus tried to approach her, even though she looked scared out of her mind, her eyes wide. Trixie backed into a corner.
"Trixie can fix this! She's great, and powerful, a-and smart and beautiful. I-I can fix this." she strained harder than ever before, her horn glowing in a wavering blue light. Again nausea overcame her, but she tried to power through. It felt like her head was coming apart, cracking like an egg. She cried out, but kept forcing herself.
"Trixie, no! Please, no!" the voice sounded so far away. It was enough to break her concentration even so, her magic fizzling away. She lurched forward, the world spinning, and again found the other pony there, catching her and holding her up.
"Oh dear, please, the sink..."
"Trixie is f-fine..." Trixie said, forcing herself to swallow. She felt something on her back. It took her a minute to understand what was happening.
"Are you...petting Trixie?" she asked, trying to lift her head. All she got in response was a squeak, and the motion stopped.
"You do pity Trixie...." her voice wavered, "She doesn't blame you. Get the scissors."
A moment later Trixie sat there in front of the mirror, eyes dull as the pegasus snipped away almost all of her mane. Trixie found herself sniffling. She hadn't cried this much in years, and it was overwhelming. She glanced up at herself in the mirror but couldn't bring herself to watch.
Almost all of Trixie's hair came off in the end, in order to even it out the pegasus could only leave a couple inches. It made her mane quite curly, making her look younger than she really was. Apart from being dirty, the cut looked nearly professional. Her tail was likewise a silver-and-dirt tuft.
"Trixie supposes you could have done worse....ummm..." Trixie blinked. It occurred to her that she hadn't once asked for the pegasus's name, nor had it been offered.
"Oh, I'm...Fluttershy..." the pegasus smiled weakly as she guessed what Trixie was after.
"Fluttershy. Trixie doesn't remember you from her performance."
"Oh...I was there..."
"Did you know those ponies? The ones Trixie showed up?"
"They, unm..." Fluttershy backed away. "They were..." she mumbled too quietly for Trixie.
"Say that again?"
"They were my...."
"Speak up, would you!"
"They were my closest friends...." Fluttershy admitted. Trixie cringed.
"Yet...you still aid Trixie."
"Everypony deserves some kindness." Fluttershy told her gently. "Would you like that bath?"
Trixie just nodded. She couldn't think what else to do. This pony admitted she had no reason to help her, in fact it looked like she had reason to hate Trixie, yet still she timidly offered more and more. So she just watched as Fluttershy turned to the tub and got the water running. The pegasus tweaked the faucets a little before turning back to Trixie. She looked like she had something to say, but hesitated.
"I, um, would you like help with your bandages?"
"Oh." Trixie looked herself over. She did look like she was halfway through being mummified. Without her magic, she could only imagine the tedium of unwrapping herself.
"Why not? You've already wrapped Trixie up once before."
"Oh, I just, since you're awake this time..."
"You mean...you're worried about Trixie's dignity?" Trixie asked, chuckling dryly. "Oh, that's rich. Hah! You- ow." Even a short forced laugh reminded Trixie of the bruises about her ribs. She rubbed her side gingerly for a moment.
"Ow, yes. A-heh..." she looked up to find Fluttershy just staring at her with a tilted head and sad, sad eyes. Trixie found she couldn't meet those eyes and, to her shame, had to look away.
"Just do it." she told Fluttershy, holding out a foreleg as she sat down. Fluttershy nodded and leaned in, getting to work. Trixie watched as her wrappings came undone, revealing a matted coat spotted with dried blood. Fluttershy pushed away the bandages and lowered to the pads around Trixie's middle. Trixie tried not to wince - where it wasn't ticklish it was sore. She had bruised herself multiple times traversing unfamiliar terrain. Then Fluttershy lowered her head even further, practically sticking herself between Trixie's thighs.
"What are you doing?!" Trixie yelped. Fluttershy just looked up at her and blinked. That was when Trixie noticed she was bandaged up to her thighs.
"Nevermind..." Trixie looked away, trying to hide her blush. Fluttershy had all the care of a professional, and soon Trixie was completely unbound. Just in time for the pegasus to turn around and turn off the taps.
"I'll go clean up." Fluttershy told her.
"Yes, why don't you...I mean, go ahead." Realizing that the pegasus pony was going to clean up her sick in the kitchen, Trixie faltered briefly. She decided to just step into the tub as Fluttershy left. The hot water stung her at first, but she began to relax as she slid into it.
"This...is luxurious. Ah, for such a hovel, that is." she was so addled by her recent ordeal that she was actually enjoying such shoddy accommodations. Surely she would be back on top in no time at all. Except...Trixie looked herself over. She was painfully thin, and even now felt quite weak. Her wounds would take days or even weeks to heal, and now her mane, her lovely mane! Even when she had been close to death, even when things had gotten grim, Trixie had had faith in herself. Things would turn around, she would pull through. Well...she had pulled through. This was it. She was weak, nearly helpless, sick and wounded. This was her big comeback. Trixie sank lower in the water.
She felt her senses dull and forced herself to stay awake. And what of that other pony, that Fluttershy? Trixie didn't understand her. Perhaps Trixie would find herself slapped with a giant bill when she could finally leave, something like that. Except...from the looks of things, the pony honestly wanted Trixie better. Perhaps she really did just care...no, that couldn't be it. She couldn't have a crush on Trixie, could she? What other motive could she have for all her kindness?
Trixie couldn't deal with that right now. Crushing or not, Fluttershy had been of great aid to her, and deep down, Trixie knew she owed the pegasus her life. So above all else, she feared getting thrown out before she could fend for herself. She'd be forced out into the cold again, or worse, be forced to face Ponyville. For the time being she was warm and had food in her stomach, albeit not much, and for that she was grateful. She had been at death's door before. She was walking away from it now, but each step was a journey in of itself.
Trixie forced herself to relax, the water taking the edge off her fears and worries. The bath was perfect for her bruises particularly, as well as her aching muscles. She kept drifting off, forcing herself to wake up before she slipped down further in the tub. She found it surprisingly easy to just relax and not think, feeling that even thinking took more energy than she had to spare. Eventually the water cooled and she decided to get out. She carefully stepped out of the water, and
"Ooof!" her legs collapsed underneath her. She blinked, trying to figure out what had happened. It was just like before, she realized. Panic swept across her. First her magic, now this...?
"Uhm, you there! Fluttershy! Fluttershy! Oh Celestia I don't want to die."
"Trixie?" the door opened beside her. Trixie found herself whimpering.
"I can't get up. Why can't I get up?"
"Oh, you're still, um, still weak Trixie, and your muscles will be relaxed. Don't worry, you can stand, you, that is, you probably just weren't expecting it."
"O-oh. I- Trixie knew that. Y-you can help Trixie up now."
"Why don't we get you to bed. Here." Fluttershy lay down beside her. Trixie crawled over and put her hooves over Fluttershy's back. She got the feeling that the only reason Fluttershy managed to stand was because of how light a load Trixie had become. The pegasus stood up, allowing Trixie to use her as support as she stood on her back legs. She brought down her forelegs carefully, and found herself remaining standing. She stared at her hooves for a moment
"W-why do you aid Trixie? Really?"
Fluttershy was quiet for a moment as she exited the bathroom. It was enough time for nightmare scenarios to play themselves out in Trixie's head. Now was when she found out Fluttershy was a stalker, or charging her for every minute, or had invited the residents of Ponyville to laugh at her and this was all preparation.
"Everypony deserves some kindness. And everypony needs somepony looking after them." Fluttershy's voice was gentle, almost like a lullaby, but Trixie refused to be lulled.
"What? No they don't. Trixie has never needed anypony. She's done fine all by herself. But... does this mean you don't expect anything of Trixie?"
"Just for you to get better."
"...I don't understand. Why go to such effort?"
"Kindness is its own reward." Fluttershy said simply, her voice so quiet and soft. They had reached the bedroom, and Fluttershy helped Trixie into bed. Trixie looked around.
"This is your bed, isn't it?"
"Oh, it's fine. I like my couch a lot."
Trixie nodded and crawled under the covers. She watched Fluttershy head for the door. It wasn't until the light had gone off and Fluttershy had left that Trixie finally realized the words on her lips.
See what I mean about Trixie? I'm not the first, I'm not even particularly original. There's much more to her - there simply has to be. I loved making her interact with Fluttershy as well. The one pony with the patience to deal with her at her most irritable.