CYOA The Great and Powerful Trixie

>You are the Great and Powerful Trixie

>And you have just woken up with a great and powerful hangover

>Oh Celestia your head is killing you

>You try to recall the events of last night

>You remember your show going off without a hitch

>You were in Las Pegasus

>You were performing a new trick for the p0nies to see

>You turned your assistant Anonymous in to water

>Then with help from your magic you basically made Anon evaporate, become a cloud, then you had him rain down on to the stage in a controlled pattern

>At the end he became a living, humanoid being made of pure water

>Then you brought down the water's temperature turning him in to a human made of ice

>After that the two of you continued your performance as normal

>When you returned Anon back in to his natural state the stomping of p0nies hooves echoed throughout the city

>You were a hit!

>Anon was 'meh' at best.

>So what if he came up with that trick that was all you.

>He should be grateful that you found him worthy enough to have your magic manipulate his body in to any state!

>You groan as you rub your temples with your hooves

>Trixie: Oh....oh...Trixie's head is killing her...

>Then you start to recall the events that happened after your show

>Anon brought you back to your wagon to celebrate

>There were a few adoring fans waiting

>All of you shared in his Applejack Daniels that he bought with YOUR BITS!

>Even though you pay him those bits for doing his job as your assistant.

>And the Applejack Daniels was a nice touch...

>It didn't take long for your group to get too drunk too quick

>Then things get a little hazy from there...

>At least you made it to your bed.

 

>A:Stay in bed and try to sleep off your hangover

>B:Get up now and get started

>C:Call for Anon

>D:Use magic to attempt to cure your hangover

 

(C was chosen)

 

>You call out

>Trixie: Anonymous!

>No response

>You growl, you know he heard you

>Trixie: ANONYMOUS!

>You wait for a response

>You hear Anon call from his blanket and pillow set up in your kitchen

Anon: WHAT?

>Trixie: Come here, Trixie needs you for a moment

>You hear him sigh from the other room

>You hear the wooden floor of your wagon creek as he stands and walks to your room

>Such a pain this human...you've had to upgrade your wagon in order to better suit his needs

>And by that you mean you've racked in so many bits you had enough to upgrade.

>Anonymous' comfort is of no concern to you, hence his sleeping arrangements

>He stands before your queen sized bed

Anon: What is it?

 

>A:Ask him for a remedy for your hangover

>B:Make him get you something for your hangover

>C:Tell him you don't need him for anything

>D:Make him make breakfast or lunch depending on the time of day

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Trixie: Get Trixie a cure for her hangover.

>You see Anon narrow his eyes

Anon: Come again?

>Trixie: Trixie's hangover. Cure it. Now.

Anon: So I guess you don't recall anything from last night?

>Trixie: Trixie remembers perfectly!

Anon: Oh? Good, I'm sure you remember how I got this then huh?

>Anonymous points to his left bicep

>Wait, you rub your eyes

>First of all, Anonymous is shirtless

>Second of all, his bicep is wrapped up

>You see blood stains on his wrappings

Anon: Since you remember what happened then you know why I'm not doing a damn thing for you today.

>He does a 180 and proceeds to walk out of your room

 

>A:Tell Anonymous to wait; ask him what happened last night

>B:Let him walk out of the room

>C:Tell Anonymous to wait; tell him he'll be out of a job if he doesn't help you

 

(A was chosen)

 

 

>Trixie: Wait.

>Anon stops in his tracks and turns around to face you

>He's gotten good at listening to you

>What with his fate in your hooves in all

>Trixie: What...what did Trixie do last night?

Anon: May I take a seat?

>He point to your bed with his right hand

>Trixie: If you must.

>Anonymous takes a seat on your bed

>That ingrate he could at least thank you for being able to sit on your bed

>There are stallions out there that would kill to sit on your bed!

Anon: Trixie, I'm not hanging out with you when you're on the Daniels again

>Trixie: Why not?

Anon: Because you're acting weird while you're drunk.

>Trixie: What do you mean, Trixie demands an explanation!

Anon: Trixie you did this to me.

>You furrow your brow, your hangover becomes the least of your problems

>Trixie: Move your arm.

Anon: I can't.

>You sneer

 

>Trixie: What could Trixie have possibly done to cause this?

>You point to the bandages

>He in turn point to your horn

>You know what he's referring to now

>Trixie: Trixie did no such thing, you lie!

>Anonymous shakes his head

Anon: Maybe if I tell you, you'll remember.

>Trixie: Trixie is all ears.

Anon: Remember that little group we had with us?

>You nod

Anon: Remember that tan mare we had? The one with the silver irises?

>You vaguely remember a little hussy by that description

>You nod again

Anon: Well, while you were partying with those stallions she and I were talkin. We were going to YOUR guest room.

>Yeah that's right, your assistant isn't allowed to take the guest bed. That's for GUESTS.

Anon: When you saw me and her going in you pitched a fit.

Anon: You teleported in front of us and told me that the 'whorse' needed to leave. I told you to calm down and your response was to spit in that mare's face.

>Your eyes widen in surprise

Anon: Yeah you're really ladylike when you're drunk. Best manners I've ever seen.

>You stay quiet and let him continue despite wanting to say something about his sarcasm.

Anon: Anyway, she trotted out of the wagon. I asked you what your problem was and you told me to go *ahem* 'buck myself.'

>You stifle a giggle at that one

Anon: Yeah it's hilarious. After that you said that it's in the contract. Your assistants aren't allowed to have sexual relations with the fans.

>Yes you remember writing up that rule, after all, if you were to let Anon have his way it'd look bad on you. What kind of company does that say you keep?

Anon: After that you sat with the stallions that decided to stay. After another half a bottle you started letting them touch you wherever you wanted. I got to watch that part.

>He looks disgusted, you can't imagine why

Anon: While they were doing that you were telling them to stop and that you didn't like it. They didn't stop. So I got my happy ass up and kicked their asses. When I did that you got pissed.

Anon: When I tossed them out on their flanks I turned around to find you staring at me like you were going to kill me. I closed the door and you started walking towards me.

>You lean in, this is starting to get interesting.

Anon: You chucked the bottle at me calling me a 'cock block' I ducked under the bottle. I took my eyes off of you for a second to watch the bottle shatter. Before turning around I asked 'What the fuck you hypocrite?'

>You glare at Anon, how dare he insult you like that!

>Anon scoffs

Anon: Yeah you gave me that same look when I turned around. Your horn started glowing after that. This time I tried to move but hey I'm not faster than magic. You aimed for my chest and I tried to move anyway. Luckily you only managed to clip my arm.

>He points to his wrapped wound.

Anon: You got pissed off because I insulted you and you said that I got what I deserved

>You suppress a smile, giving rude p0- people their comeuppance always put a smile on your face.

Anon: So I walked over to our medicine cabinet and got some bandages while you drank some more.

Anon: The entire time you started asking why you kept me around. Saying things like you'd be well off without a freak living in your wagon.

>Trixie: And then what happened?

>You sound a little too excited

>Anon's frown deepens

Anon: So I listened to your snide remarks while I disinfected my wound and patched myself up. Honestly I wanted to leave.

>Trixie: Why didn't you? Let me guess, because if you did you'd have no way to get bits and you'd end up a bum again?

Anon: That and, you were staring at me. When I asked what you were looking at you burst in to tears and galloped over to me.

>Trixie: Come again?

Anon: You heard me. When you got to me you wrapped your hooves around me and started crying in to my shirt. You kept saying you were sorry over and over again...I should have stayed mad but seeing you like that I couldn't. So I ended up holding you for a little while.

>Now it's your turn to look disgusted.

>Trixie: Trixie would have done no such thing!

Anon: Mind letting me continue?

>Trixie: Trixie will allow this.

Anon: Thank you. So after holding you for a little while I noticed you were heaving...you threw up on my shirt.

>You shake your head in disgust

>Trixie: Bleh! Oh wow...

Anon: Oh wow indeed. After that you were so damn weak you could hardly move. So I had to help you get to the bathroom, brush your teeth, rinse your mouth out, wash the vomit off of you, and then tuck you in to bed.

>You quirk a brow at this and look him over, wondering if he's telling you the truth or not.

>Trixie: You lie.

>Anonymous laughs heartily

Anon: If my cut isn't enough how about the blueberry scented soap I had to use on you?

>You lift a hoof and smell it

>Blueberry invades your senses

>Trixie: Trixie could have bathed while drunk! Trixie is quite the talented mare after all.

>You refused to believe you sobbed in to Anon's shirt like a little filly and you definitely wouldn't believe his vomit portion either.

Anon: Whatever you say Trixie. Anyway I'm hungry, I'm gonna make some breakfast.

>He gets up and starts to leave

>How dare he be so rude to you like that!

>He didn't even offer to make you anything

 

>A:Thank him on his way out

>B:Tell him he should have used different soap

>C:Tell him to make you breakfast

>D:Call him rude for not offering to cook you anything

 

(A was chosen)

 

 

>But still, the evidence is astounding...

>He cleaned the vomit from your fur and brushed your teeth

>Probably not your most dignified moment but at least he was there to help

>Trixie: Trixie....

>Anonymous slams the door

>Trixie: ...thanks you.

>And he just door slammed his way out of a thank you.

>Buck him if he's going to be like that!

>When you get out of bed your headache returns full force

>That doesn't help your anger out at all

>You growl before trotting over to the door and opening it

>You yell out

>Trixie: And you better make Trixie something to eat too! And do not forget Trixie's remedy!

>You slam your door before trotting back over to your bed

>Anonymous didn't answer but he'd do it if he knew what was good for him

 

>A:Get back in bed and wait for food and stuff

>B:Go take a shower

>C:Go in to the kitchen and sit at the table

 

(B was chosen)

 

 

>You smell yourself again.

>This blueberry smells amazing

>Wait...you sniff again

>This is Anon's shampoo...he washed you in his blueberry body wash.

>Trixie: Eeeeewwwww! Ew ew ew ew ewwwwww!

>You gallop out of your room and in to the adjacent bathroom.

>You pass by your sink, your toilet, your personal hot tub, until finally reaching your shower.

>Trixie: Trixie must wash off the peasant smell!

>You hear Anon call from within the kitchen

Anon: heard that.

>Trixie: Buck you get Trixie's breakfast ready!

>You hear Anon grumble something but the words are garbled by the walls of your wagon

>Whatever it's not like what he says matters

>You turn on the knobs, get the water at the right temperature, wait for the tub to fill, then you get in and get started on bathing yourself.

>Using your magic you levitate your loofah over to you so you can scrub away the blueberry smell from your coat

>Now what should you use...

>You spot Anon's blueberry bodywash, your raspberry scented soaps and shampoo, and then you spot your banana and peach scented soaps.

 

>A:Blueberry

>B:Raspberry

>C:Banana

>D:Peach

 

(B was chosen)

 

>You think on it for a moment

>Maybe...maybe Anon won't notice...

>You squeeze out his blueberry shampoo on to your coat and lather it in

>Then you work on that gorgeous mane and tail of yours

>The smell is intoxicating...why does stallion shampoo smell better than mare shampoo?!

>Just go with it Trixie

>You end up putting more of Anon's body wash in to your coat

>You end up using a lot more than you intended, but yeah Anon's stupid he won't notice.

>You hope.

>After lathering and rinsing off a few times you feel that you've been adequately cleaned

>You step out of your draining tub to realize you've forgotten your towel

>You look in your sink's mirror to find that...

>Wow this wet mane look is sexy...

>You give your reflection bedroom eyes and wink

>Oh yeah you'd rut that mare alright.

>You step out of your bathroom still wet, then you trot in to the kitchen

>You find Anon's back is to you, he's currently making eggs and toast

>Good, that human knows you like your eggs

>BETTER MAKE THEM SUNNY SIDE UP!

 

>A:Sneak hug from behind

>B:"Hey you sexy human what's on the menu?'

>C:"Hurry up with those eggs!"

>D:Use your magic to lift up an object, tap Anon's wound with it to get his attention

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You know what you're going to do next

>You see that Anon's having a tough time making eggs with one hand

>So you're going to grace him with your presence and brighten up his day

>You smirk before crouching down

>Your target: Him.

>Using your magic you propel yourself across the kitchen

>You wrap your hooves around his body and cling to him

>Trixie: Greetings from your favorite mare: The Great and Powerful-

>Anon's body tenses up and he yells in pain

>That's when you realize your left front hoof is wrapped around his left bicep

>You slide off of him and that only makes him yell louder

>He drops to one knee and gingerly holds his wounded bicep

>Without the pressure being applied his yelling stops

>You can see tears pooling around his eyes

Anon: That.fucking.hurt!

>He glares at you

 

>A:Apologize for  hurting Anon

>B:Tell Anon to toughen up

>C:Laugh at his pain

>D:Tell Anon to get back to finishing your eggs

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You made a slight mistake

>You forgot how much of a filly Anon is

>So what if you're the cause of his pain

>He deserves it for keeping you from getting any last night!

>So what if you apparently didn't want it

>Anonymous is probably lying about it because he jealous

>You know he'd love to get a piece of you

>Your charm is unmatched, second to none

>But...maybe you should apologize...after all he is cooking you breakfast

>And his breakfasts are always delicious

>Trixie: Trixie is...

>Anonymous' glare lets up somewhat

>Trxie: Trixie is....sorry for hurting you.

>Anonymous seems shocked

Anon: W...what?

>Trixie: She's also sorry that you're a little filly who can't handle a little sore!

>What kind of apology was that?!

 

Anon: And there goes my patience.

>Anon gets to his feet again

>He looks over the eggs in his pan

Anon: Done.

>He moves his pan off of the stove top and over to a plate prepared on the kitchen table.

>After sliding the two sunny side up eggs on to the plate he tosses the pan in to the sink.

>You watch as he grabs his shirt and coat off of the nearby rack next to the door

>He steps out in to the cold winter air of Las Pegasus

>You shiver when a gust of cold wind blows in to your wagon.

>Before he shuts the door he says

Anon: I can't stand you right now, I'll be back before the shows starts.

>He has a tough time putting on his shirt and coat but he manages

>Without another word he slams the door, leaving you to your breakfast.

 

>A:Eat breakfast

>B:Go after Anon

>C:Go and take a nap you're not all that hungry

>D:Ruin Anon's pillow and blanket for being so rude

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Well that was rude!

>How dare he act that way towards you!

>You're the soul reason why he's got a roof over his head!

>He should be licking your hooves

>Maybe going to Baltimare three months ago was a terrible idea

>After your failed venture in P0nyville you tried to go to a city as far away from that piss poor town as possible

>Baltimare was that city, you had performed there, unfortunately your audience was small and your spells were...less than spectacular.

>You continue to recall the events that have led you to this day as you trot over to the table.

>Using magic you levitate a fork from a nearby drawer over to you

>You pick up some of your egg with said fork and take a bite, when you chew and swallow you sigh

>Delicious as always...

>You've been eating his meals for quite some time now, you've grown accustomed to it.

>Not that you've never had anyone make food for you before, you're The Great and Powerful Trixie!

>And that crowd in Baltimare wouldn't know grandeur if it came it bit them on the flank!

>You would have wowed them with your lightning and your item tricks

>But for some reason nothing seemed to work!

>You started to tire yourself out with your finale multi colored ethereal clouds of sparkling magic

>It was like a light show you'd only see if you were to head for the northern lands!

>All you got was a small smattering of applause!

>That's when the tallest member of your audience hit the stage

>You thought it was some small minotaur

>The torn rags and cloak he was wearing made it a bit hard to tell

>That is until he tossed his cloak to the audience

>A dirty, smelly, hairless ape creature stood before the audience

>You wrapped your magic around him and tossed him off-stage

>You were not in the mood for alien bull shit.

>He used the force exerted from your toss to do some weird trick

>When he landed on his feet and posed in the audience they 'ooohed and aaahed'

>You tried to play it off and head on to your next trick.

>But the monkey alien jumped back on to your stage again!

>He held a finger to you and told you to wait

>Then he runs back stage, you felt humiliated

>He was ruining your show!

>After telling your audience to wait a moment you galloped back stage

>You found him holding one of your torches

>That and he had your lamp fuel container in his other hand

>He held the torch in front of you

>'Trust me I've done this before' he told you

>You answered him by telling him to get the buck off your stage

>His response to that was 'Do you want them to give you a polite clop or do you want them to go bucking crazy?'

>You were pressured in to making a quick decision

>On one hoof this alien was right, your crowd was a bunch of inbeciles

>Perhaps something tribal like Anonymous was suggesting would be more in their area of entertainment.

>Anonymous then ran back out on stage with his now lit torch

>You were face hoofing as you trotted back out on stage

>This was going to end in disaster you just knew it

>But a flaming monkey alien would make for some fine entertainment if he failed.

>'Fillies and Gentlecolts!' Anonymous shouted, 'behold!'

>He opened the lamp oil container, took a swig, and blew at the torch

>A jet of flames snake out in to the air

>Your crowd backs away in surprise

>When the flames dissipate Anonymous takes a quick bow

>Like before they 'oohed and aahed'

>'Now for our next trick, The Great and Powerful Trixie will make my flames come to life!'

>This got them to start chattering among themselves

>A couple p0nies gasped, some leaned in with anticipation

>You however weren't pleased

>'We?! The Great and Powerful Trixie works alone!' you shouted

>Anonymous shook his head before walking over and leaning in

>The smell of an unwashed hobo invaded your senses and you nearly gagged

>'Listen, I know this sounds crazy as all get out but if you don't what else are you going to do? More cloud tricks?'

>You opened your mouth to protest...but then you started thinking...

>Were you really considering doing this?

>After all, with this thing coming out on stage and performing that single trick, more p0nies started to walk over to your stage

>Maybe he's on to something...and hey you'll try anything once

>Well....almost anything...

 

>'What the hay' you said before shrugging

>Anonymous flashed you a smile filled with yellow teeth and smelly breath

>Oh Celestia why did you agree to this?

>Anonymous preps himself yet again

>This time he intakes a lot more lamp oil than before

>When he creates his spectacle again he looks to you and points to the flames shooting in to the air

>Using your magic and what little knowledge you have as far as manipulating the elements go you managed to...

>Turn Anonymous' flames in to a living snake

>You pulled the flames away from the torch, putting the torch out in the process

>This snake of fire slithered through the air and started to descend to the crowd in front of the stage

>It slithered around rows and rows of p0nies who had become so frightened they started backing away from it

>The fire snake hissed and spat sparks at the p0nies causing them to gasp and put quite a good distance in between themselves and the snake.

>Eventually the p0nies formed a grouped circle around the oddity you created

>You made the snake curl in to a circle in the center of their p0ny made circle before shooting off in to the sky like a bottle rocket

>When it reached a good distance you made it combust in to an array of multiple colors.

>When the colors and sparks faded away the crowd turned to look at the two of you

>For once...they cheered, their hooves echoed throughout the adjacent city blocks

>That was nothing to you and yet they loved it?

>Unbelievable

>Your 'assistant' took a bow and you did in turn

>The two of you started playing off each other for the next hour

>He'd throw unlit hoops in to the air and you'd suspend them with your magic

>Then you'd put them at proper level with his height, after that you'd light them

>He could leap through three of the five hoops he tossed with a single bound!

>And he actually knew what he was doing, he'd tuck and roll so he wouldn't hurt himself

>When he brought out the tight rope and when you turned that tight rope in to lightning he kept his balance

>When he started performing acrobatic feats on the levitating bars you put on stage even you were wowed by his stunts

>And these p0nies ate this stuff up!

>More and more started trotting to your stage

>They were throwing bits at you and stuff kept happening!

>But all good things must come to an end

>When the show was over the crowd was disappointed!

>They wanted more, they wanted an encore

>But you were exhausted, you hadn't done that many spells in rapid succession in quite a while

>When you told them to leave they did, but not before grumbling about how disappointed they were at it having to end

>When the last of the p0nies dispersed you looked to your 'assistant' to find that he grabbed ten bits off the stage and made a run for it.

>Before you could say anything he turned down a corner and was out of sight.

>You sighed to yourself before looking over your earned bits

>You collected 120 bits, would have been 130 but that greedy alien had to run off with some!

>You were angry at him for doing what he did but hey hobos have to eat too.

>Besides you haven't seen this many bits since Prance

>And that was for a reason you're too embarrassed to talk about

>Hey you were desperate and that bar in Prance needed a show mare!

>It's not like you took any of the clients to the ViP Room and did things

>You weren't a hussy like those other mares!

>You picked up your bits and turned your stage back in to your wagon

>With your show over for the night it was time for you to move on to another city

>But you were going to celebrate first

>So much Applejack Daniels

>You got absolutely shit faced in a bar that was relatively close to where your wagon was parked

>When you came stumbling out of the bar and back to your wagon you passed by an alleyway

>The shadow of something hunched over caught your attention

>In your state you stumbled in to the alleyway to find Anonymous eating a loaf of bread and drinking a bottle of water

>Unfortunately you're a very impulsive drunk

>You started telling him how he managed to save your show and how he was this strange, amazing, talented alien thing

>You were saying things you would never say while sober...oh Celestia you don't even remember everything you said that night

>From what you could remember he was eating up your compliments like he was with that bread a few moments before

>He told you about Earth and how he was a performer from a city called 'Las Vegas'

>In your drunken state you offered him a spot as your assistant and the rest is history.

>You sigh as you look over your now empty plate

>His eggs always sit well with you

>And your headache is no where near as impairing as it was earlier

>You trot over to the sink and put your plate and fork in there with Anon's pan

>He'll clean that up for you later when he gets back

>Unless he stays gone this time...

>No, there's no reason to think like that

>He always comes back, after all without you he's nothing

>He comes back to you no matter how you treat him

>Besides why would he want to stay away from you? You're amazing, he's just a stupid flank face.

>I mean sure you've come to be a bit more callous towards him lately

>But that's because he lost his mystique, he's no longer an oddity to you

>Now he's nothing more than your assistant

>An assistant who only gets 10% of the bits earned...and doesn't get a bed to sleep in.

>At least he doesn't complain about his sleeping arrangements

>He does complain about YOU though

>Which is silly, you're perfect company and everyp0ny loves you

>Well the p0nies that matter anyway

>The silly thing of it is this isn't the first time he's just walked out

>You're a bit curious as to just where he'd go

>But...it's fairly cold out there, you could just stay inside, chill in your hot tub, and drink some tea.

 

>A:Go out in to the cold Las Pegasus air and search for Anon

>B:Stay and relax in her hot tub and drink tea

>C:Go in to her living room and see what's on tv

>D:Take a nap

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You're really about to do this aren't you?

>Curiosity killed the cat you know

>But you're not a cat, you're a unicorn

>So with your hat, scarf, and cape at the ready you step out of your wagon and in to the cold air

>You're sure to close and lock the door behind you

>No need to have your wagon ransacked while away

>You head out of the parking garage that you've chosen

>You're now out on the main strip of Las Pegasus

>Neon signs, brightly colored lights, and various p0nies crowd the busy streets and side walks

>Where are you going to search?

>Knowing Anonymous he's eating breakfast/lunch at a nearby restaurant

>He could also be getting a drink from a bar if there's one nearby

>Or he could be gambling his earnings away in one of the casinos...or he's at a casino bar

>There's a chance he could be at a theater watching some entertainment

>Speaking of entertainment you know there's a few...of those types of clubs around here

>You walk over to a nearby vender and purchase a map of the immediate area

 

>A:Casino

>B:Bar

>C:Theater

>D:Strip Club

>E:Resturant

 

(D was chosen)

 

>Trixie: Oh Celestia why does Trixie have to check here?

>You find three possible...floozy bars in the area

>There's Celestial Bodies, The Mare's Den, and The Holeiday Inn

>Oh well that last one isn't subtle at all

>You grimace, you really hope your assistant isn't there

>Besides why would he throw bits at mares to strip when p0nies are naked most of the time anyway

>Wait...you're naked when you're in the wagon

>You shudder to think of what Anonymous may have seen of you

 

>A:The Mare's Den

>B:Celestial Bodies

>C:The Holeiday Inn

 

(B was chosen)

 

>Trixie: Trixie picks...this one

>Using the map as your guide you make your way south of your position

>After a few twists, turns, and dodging p0ny peasants you manage to come to a well lite, yellow and blue neon lit building.

>You look up at the title: Celestial Bodies

>It even had the princess' silhouettes as a graphic behind the lettering

>You grimace before walking up to the stallion guarding the door

>He seems to recognize you, he waves you over with a hoof

>"Oh my gosh you're The Great and Powerful Trixie!"

>Hmm, maybe you could afford to stay for a little bit

>Trixie: "Were you expecting anyp0ny else?"

>You whip your mane and the stallion cheers

>"Hey wait a minute, where's The Wonderful and Amazing Anonymous?"

>You stifle the urge to vomit, fan name not yours.

>Oh Celestia Anonymous has fans...

>Trixie: "Trixie was hoping you could answer that for her, did he happen to come by?"

>The stallion shakes his head

>"Nope, no hyuman today."

>Buck

 

>A:The Holeiday Inn

>B:The Mare's Den

>C:Resturant

>D:Casino

 

(D was chosen)

 

>Bah there's no way Anon would be in a strip joint if he wasn't already in this one.

>Besides if Anon has that urge he could just throw the bits at you and you could keep walking around naked for him

>You smile, yeah you could start charging him to see you naked!

>You're so damn good at making bits!

>You thank the bouncer before trotting along your merry way

>As you do you look at your map again

>Maybe he's at a casino or something...

>You look over the various casinos that are in the immediate area

>Oh sweet p0ny Discord there's over a dozen

>Anonymous could be in any one of those

>Do you really want to look in every one for him?

 

>A: Yes

>B: No

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You don't want to, but if you happen to miss the one that has Anon in it you'll be bucking angry

>So, you just go right ahead and do just that

>You start trotting to each and every casino and you ask around and search the various poker tables, roulette tables, bars, etc for him

>When you make your way out of the final one you see that many hours have passed

>The sun has made the majority of its journey across the sky

>Trixie: Bucking Anonymous where are you?!

>A few passing p0nies look your way

>Some take huge lengths to walk around you

>You sigh before scraping your hoof across the concrete sidewalk you're walking on

>Suddenly you see a few p0nies pointing down a street

>P0nies around them start galloping down that street

> Curiosity gets the better of you and you trot over to see what the commotion is about

>After all, Anon could be in that group of p0nies

>As you round the corner and walk down the street you gasp

>A large crowd has gathered in front of a high class establishment

>You take a look at the sign hanging over it

>Pegasus Cuisine

>You see six Celestial guards creating a perimeter around the front entrance

>You peer over a few p0nies and look in to the front window

>You see that both Princess Luna and Celestia are sitting at a table inside

>...and Anonymous is sitting with them and chatting with them...

>Your blood runs cold

 

>A:Try to get inside

>B:Stand outside with the crowd

>C:See if there's a side or back entrance to the building

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Oh Celestia what could they be talking about in there?

>Maybe it's not all bad, maybe they just want to talk to Anonymous because he's a human

>Yeah that's it, you doubt he's done anything to get on their bad side

>You watch as Anonymous leans in and says something

>The two princesses laugh softly in order to maintain their composure

>Some waiter unicorn comes trotting up, it appears as thought it's dessert

>Anonymous didn't order anything, but Luna and Celestia have

>Strawberry jam cake and a moon pie

>As the two princesses enjoy their desserts Anonymous continues to speak

>The Princesses nod

>Then Luna, after eating a bit of her pie, says something.

>She blushes furiously before covering her mouth with her hooves

>Okay you've just got to know what the hay is going on in there

>You push through the crowds, some parting for you so you can get closer

>You approach one of the guards

>"Halt citizen."

>Trixie: Trixie would like to gain entrance to this establishment.

>"No can do, as you can see, our lovely princesses are enjoying their meals, nop0ny is allowed entrance why not come back another time?"

>Trixie: But what about Anonymous?!

>"The human was invited in by our princesses, he is the exception to this rule.

>You growl to yourself

 

>A:Force an entrance

>B:go around the back

>C:wait in the crowd

 

(B was chosen)

 

>Trixie: Fine, Trixie will be on her way then.

>"Stay safe citizen."

>Trixie: "Whatever."

>You trot back in to the crowds and whisper

>Trixie: "Freak."

>You trot through the ever growing crowd again, an alleyway next to the building catches you by surprise

>Wait...maybe there's a way to get in from the back...

>You trot around a few p0nies and make your way in to the alleyway

>You were correct

>The path splits off in to three different directions when you trot in a good fifty feet

>You take the path to the right in order to be behind the building Anonymous is in

>Sure enough there are....TWELVE GUARDS AT THE BACK DOOR?!

>Buck these Princesses are expecting an assault from the back rather than the front

>You chuckle to yourself

>Trixie: Heh Elysium forbid someone were to get in through the back door.

>"What was that?!"

>You spot a nearby dumpster, you hide behind it and hold your breath

>"Huh, I guess it was nothing."

>You breathe a sigh of relief

>Oh goodness what are you going to do?

 

>A:try to fight all twelve guards

>B:distract them with something

>C:rut all twelve guards until they are unable to perform their duty

>D:go back to your wagon and wait on anonymous

 

(B was chosen)

 

>You're quick to come up with a plan that will hopefully distract the guards so you can gain entrance

>Your horn glows and you levitate some of the trash out of the dumpster you're hiding behind

>You toss the garbage over the heads of the guards

>Empty cans and bags clang and crumple upon impact with the ground

>"Huh, oh it's just some trash."

>You hear none of the guards moving

>You think of another idea....

>Using your magic you change your voice to that of a stallions, and then you throw your voice so it sounds like it's coming from down the alleyway

>Trixie: "We've got a situation up front! We need you up here pronto let's go!"

>"Sir? You don't sound like our Captain or any of the guards stationed up front. Please do not interfere with out duties or you will be arrested."

>Trixie: BUCK!

>"Buck indeed sir. Go about your day."

>You were sure that would work!

>Well, what now?

 

>A:Rut all twelve guards until they can no longer perform their duties

>B:Attack all 12 guards

>C:Go back to your wagon and wait on Anonymous

 

(C was chosen)

 

>Buck it you'll just go back to your wagon and wait on Anon to get done with whatever it is he's doing.

>You're obviously not getting inside this restaurant

>You sigh to yourself before galloping back down the way you came so the guards won't see you

>From there you trot back to your wagon

>Upon your return you're happy to find that nop0ny has tried to get in to your wagon while you were gone

>You unlock your wagon, step inside, and strip out of your clothing

>Aaaah relaxation time has come

>If you're going to wait on Anonymous here, what are you going to do to pass the time?

 

>A:Take a dip in the hot tub

>B:Take a shower

>C:Nap

>D:Make dinner

>E:Watch TV

 

(A was chosen)

 

>The hot tub sounds pretty amazing right about now

>With your goal in mind you set your hat, scarf, and cape back on the rack by the front door

>You trot in to your bathroom and over to the hot tub in the corner of your bathroom

>You turn on the bubbles cause, bubbles

>After that you flick a few nobs and wait for your water to get to the temperature you've set it to

>While waiting you decide to go back in to the kitchen

>You're going to get a bottle of Applejack Daniels out of the freezer

>After all, you're sure Anon's going to want to discuss meeting the princesses with you

>Unless he was hoping to meet them in secret...

>Heh, that's implying he means anything to the princesses

>You walk back in to your bathroom and step in to the hot tub

>A feeling of warmth over takes you

>Trixie: aaaaaah.....

>You lie back and get comfortable

>You eye your bottle of Applejack Daniels wearily

 

>A: Drink the Applejack Daniels

>B: Wait on Anon

>C: Dump the Applejack Daniels in to the hot tub

 

(B was chosen)

 

>As you're eyeing your bottle the door to your wagon opens

Anon: Hey Trixie I'm hoooooome!

>His happiness sickens you

>Trixie: Trixie is relaxing!

Anon: Oh hey you're in the bathroom, I'll be in there in a moment I got some great news!

>Trixie: Trixie is barely containing her excitement

>You wonder if he notes the sarcasm in your voice

>Judging by his excited giggles it appears as though he's ignoring it

>You roll the bottle of Daniels in between your hooves and wait for your assistant to come waltzing in

>Sure enough he comes in sporting a huge smile on his shaven face

>Oh thank Celestia he takes care of himself, those teeth no longer have that yellow stain

>You're sure a certain mare can sleep easy at night now

Anon: Trixie, you're not going to believe what I managed to do today.

>Trixie: Oh? What'd you do? Did you find a way to make your performance worth watching?

>Anonymous laughs

Anon: Very funny Trixie, anyway I met Princess Luna and Celestia today

>Trixie: You did? Yeah, right.

>No way in Tartarus are you going to let on that you know he met the princesses

>It'd be better if he knew you weren't stalking him

>Because you weren't! You were just trying to find him!

Anon: No, really Trxie, I'm serious! I ate dinner with them too.

>Trixie: Okay, say Trixie believes this, tell Trixie what happened.

>He tells you about his day with the Princesses

>Apparently he was going to the closest bar he could find

>But the Princess' carriage caught his attention

>He went with the crowd and followed it to the building where you found him.

>When they left their carriage they spotted him among the crowd of p0nies

>Apparently they were interested in hearing about the oddity you have taken in

>They invited Anon to join them for dinner and of course he accepted

>He tells you he spent hours talking with them

>Anonymous told them about how you two met and about how the two of you are becoming quite the popular duo

>Here's where the major portion of the news comes in

Anon: I got them

>Trixie: Yeeees?

Anon: To...

>Trixie: Yeeeeeees?

Anon: Come to one of our performances.

>What?

>Trixie: What?

>Did you hear him right?

Anon: I'll say it again, Trixie I got both Luna and Celestia wanting to watch us perform.

>You try, you really do

>But hearing something so far fetched...you can't do it

>Your sides are moving on their own

>Your laughter rings out through your wagon

>Trixie: Oh, Oh my Celestia that's rich!

>Your stomach hurts you're laughing so hard

>Anonymous gives you a shit eating grin

>You don't understand why. You're laughing at him

>You watch through tear filled eyes as he reaches in to his coat pocket

>He produces a scroll

>A scroll with the Princess Celesta's seal

>Your laughter dies immediately

>You eye the scroll through wide, surprised eyes

>Your jaw drops

>Now it's Anon's turn to laugh

>You wait for him to finish laughing in triumph

>It takes him a little bit

>When he finally finishes he asks

Anon: So wanna hear what Celestia wrote?

>Trixie: No Anonymous Trixie wants to use it for toilet paper OF COURSE TRIXIE WANTS TO HEAR WHAT IT SAYS YOU BUCKING IMBECILE!

>You breathe heavily, you are not going to let Anonymous mess with you over something so serious

>This had better not be a bucking joke

>Celestia help him if it is

>Anonymous unravels the scroll and begins to read

Anon: "Dear Trixie, We have heard great tales of your feats across Equestria through the mouths of various p0nies. We have become interested in viewing one of your performances. Anonymous has only made this interest grow. We were excited to hear that you would be willing to perform for us at the Royal Casino on the Las Pegasus Strip. We've made sure to reserve a spot for you and your assistant, we expect you to perform within a week's time. We cannot wait to watch. Signed, Princess Celestia.

>He closes the scroll and flashes you a smile

Anon: Did Anon do good?

 

>A:Freak the fuck out

>B:Tell Anonymous he did good in a calm tone

>C:Pin Anonymous to the ground and plant a kiss on his lips

>D:Faint in the hot tub

>E:Celebrate with the Daniels

 

(C was chosen)

 

 

>Trixie: Did you do good?

Anon: Yeah? Did I? Are you excited?

>You have no control over your actions

>Like earlier today you use your magic to propel yourself

>You hit Anon's chest and he falls back

Anon: Whoa what the fuck?!

>He lands on his back and ends up in the hallway

>You remain on his chest

>Before he can react you plant quick kiss on his lips

>Trixie: You did amazing!

>You smile and squee before wrapping your hooves around him in a hug

>He's really warm....why haven't you done this sooner?

>Oh wait that's probably the hot water you've been soaking in

>Dear Celestia you're soaking him with hot tub water

>You pull back and look down at him

>He's probably going to say something about having a wet mare on his chest

Damn it Trixie why don't you think things through?!

>Instead of a smart flank comment he stares at you with wide eyes and with red tinted cheeks

Anon: Uh...Trixie? You just kissed me...

>Now it's your turn to blush

>Yeah you just did that

>You couldn't get off of him any faster than you just did

>Trixie: Trixie was just...overly excited is all. It's not like she wanted to kiss you or anything...imbecile.

>Anonymous chuckles before shaking his head

>He gets to his feet

Anon: Uh huh, and I'm sure you hugged me because you're sick or something?

>Trixie: Y...yes it was just that! Your presence sickens Trixie's body to such a degree it caused her to have a mild seizure.

Anon: Yeah sure, anyway I just scored us the opportunity of a lifetime. Your name will be up in lights, everyp0ny who's anyp0ny is going to be there. If you pull this off your dream will have come true.

>You stand in silence and analyze Anon's worrds

>He's right, it'll be just as you wanted. It's as your mother told you.

>You really are going to be a star, and not just any star.

>THE star. If everything goes well you'll be Equestrian Famous

>Sure you've already garnered a little fame as it is, but this...

>This will either make or break you.

>Nervousness starts to overtake you

>What if you mess up

>If you choke on stage you'll be booed right off

>Nop0ny will want to see you perform if you're anything less than spectacular

>Oh Celestia you have to come up with the perfect routine!

>You frantically start to look around, your mind racing with possible things you could try.

>None seem perfect none will get the 'wow' factor you're looking for!

>Trixie: Trixie was just...overly excited is all. It's not like she wanted to kiss you or anything...imbecile.

>Anonymous chuckles before shaking his head

>He gets to his feet

Anon: Uh huh, and I'm sure you hugged me because you're sick or something?

>Trixie: Y...yes it was just that! Your presence sickens Trixie's body to such a degree it caused her to have a mild seizure.

Anon: Yeah sure, anyway I just scored us the opportunity of a lifetime. Your name will be up in lights, everyp0ny who's anyp0ny is going to be there. If you pull this off your dream will have come true.

>You stand in silence and analyze Anon's worrds

>He's right, it'll be just as you wanted. It's as your mother told you.

>You really are going to be a star, and not just any star.

>THE star. If everything goes well you'll be Equestrian Famous

>Sure you've already garnered a little fame as it is, but this...

>This will either make or break you.

>Nervousness starts to overtake you

>What if you mess up

>If you choke on stage you'll be booed right off

>Nop0ny will want to see you perform if you're anything less than spectacular

>Oh Celestia you have to come up with the perfect routine!

>You frantically start to look around, your mind racing with possible things you could try.

>None seem perfect none will get the 'wow' factor you're looking for!

>You're worrying so much you don't even notice Anonymous approaching you

>The only thing that alerts you to his presence is when his fingers run through your mane

>Every terrible thought stops and fades away

>What...what is this feeling...?

>You feel his hand as he runs it along your head next

>You sigh happily and close your eyes

>A lazy smile appears upon your face

Anon: I can see what you're worried about, you're going to do fine. Remember you're not doing this alone, don't forget you've got me to back you up.

>Trixie: Yeeeeesssss that Trixie does...

>This feels so good...what manner of sorcery is this?

Anon: Then what's to worry about? You and I kick ass in a week, then you get your fame.

>Anonymous has a way with words and his hands

>You've never let him place his filthy hands on you before

>But now you can't imagine why you'd ever NOT let him

>Trixie: Okay.

>When his hand runs along the back of your neck you shiver with delight

>Then he stops

>You open your eyes and see him start to strip

>Trixie: What are you doing?

>He strips down to a pair of black boxer shorts

Anon: I'm gonna celebrate

>You notice his bicep no longer has a wrapping on it

>In fact...he just used both hands to remove his clothing

>He notices you staring at his now healed limb

Anon: Luna was kind enough to heal this for me so I could perform at my best.

>That's one less worry on your mind

>You watch as Anonymous grabs YOUR bottle of Applejack Daniels before slipping in to YOUR hot tub.

 

>A:"Hey that's my drink and my hot tube!"

>B:Join him in your hot tub

>C:Make him keep petting you

>D:Go and get more booze, you and Anon are celebrating tonight!

 

(B was chosen)

 

>Even though you're still feeling the effects of him petting you you're still angry at him just getting right in to your hot tub

>Anonymous removes the top of your bottle before downing some of its contents

Anon: So, you gonna join me or am I gonna have fun alone?

>Trixie: Your contract specifically states that you are not allowed to use property belonging to Trixie without her consent!

Anon: I don't remember asking your permission to use your pans to make you breakfast

>You say nothing, how can you, he's got you beat there

>Anonymous smirks before drinking more of your booze

>He's insufferable!

>You immediately join him, you will not allow him to soak up all your hot water

>That is the only reason why you want to join him

>You will celebrate alone, without that imbecile around

>As soon as you enter your hot tub you sigh and lean back

>You adopt Anonymous' posture, he chuckles when you do so

>Trixie: What?

Anon: Doesn't that hurt?

>You shake your head

>Trixie: Not as much as one would think. Trixie is flexible.

>A hoof rushes to your mouth when Anonymous starts to laugh

Anon: That's good to know!

>You pull your hoof away from your mouth to say

>Trixie: Silence you idiot! Trixie did not mean it in that sense!

Anon: Oh calm down stuffy britches I was just teasing, here.

>He holds out your Applejack Daniels bottle to you

>Trixie: Stuffy britches? What is that?

Anon: I'm saying you got a stick up your ass and you need to loosen up

>Your jaw drops and he smiles innocently

>You clench your jaw and stare angrily

>Trixie: How dare you Trixie will not take this lightly!

>The Applejack Daniels bottle is thrust in to your field of vision

Anon: I bet you'll agree with me after a bit of this.

 

>A:Yes, drink

>B:No, knock that bottle out of his hands

>C:Yes, go get more bottles

>D:no, call him an idiot and leave

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Trixie: *hmph*

>Using your magic you pull your bottle from Anon's grip

>You then down a good half of its contents before sighing

>It's a good burn...

>Anonymous whistles

Anon: Well lookie what we've got here. Trying to one up me are you?

>He gets out of the hot tub and leaves your bathroom

>He comes back two minutes later with more bottles

Anon: If we're gonna celebrate tonight we're gonna do it right

>Applejack Daniels, Uncle Orange's Whiskey, Fancy Pants brand Vodka.

>Looks like Anonymous is going all out tonight

>And it appears as though you'll be joining him

>At least this won't be boring...

>You don't know how much time passes, but you know one thing's for sure

>You pretty much downed a good third of what Anon brought it by yourself

>Your vision is swimming, your body feels like it's on fire

>Anonymous is leaning back, his neck is bent back so his head can rest on the wooden floor behind him

Anon: I still can't believe I *hic* did it. You're gonna be *hic* so famous.

 

>A:Be a bitch in response to Anon

>B:Be nice and complimentary to Anon

>C:Say nothing

>D:Thank him and tell him you appreciate him

 

(D was chosen)

 

>Neither can you, Anonymous is worthy of his fan title. He has amazing coursing through him.

>It's because of him you're able to reach for your goals

>Hell if it wasn't for him you'd have not even come this far

>You needed someone like Anonymous in order to get you off the ground

>You hate to admit it but P0nyville left you in a rut and there was no end in sight

>You were going hungry, and becoming a show p0ny started to become a better option by the day

>Then bam, random alien bum outta nowhere

>Well...you can't call him a bum anymore

>You saw to that one, you were not going to have a smelly alien in your company

>You got him clean and shaved, you got him some new clothes, got his nails clipped, and got his teeth whitened

>You must admit he looks great, not that you'd ever tell him that of course

>Nor would you ever make it easy for him

>You don't know if it's the alcohol or what that's helping you to realize this, but you know you're treating him quite poorly

>It's like, you're given this present, and all you do is step on the damn thing

>Making him sleep in the floor, having him be at your every beck and call...even hurting him it seems.

>All the while threatening to toss him out on his sorry flank were he to ever cross you

>What are you insane?! Without him things would go back to the way they were...he probably knows that

>You sigh to yourself before looking over the nearly empty bottle of whiskey

>You're gonna need all the whiskey for this

>You down what remains

>Anonymous picks up his head and looks over to you

Anon: You *hic* okay? You're awfully quiet.

>He smiles lazily

>Trixie: Trixie is *hic* thinking! The *hic* concept must...must be new to you!

>Trixie: Trixie just wants to say....

>Anonymous leans in

Anon: Hmm?

>Trixie: ....thank you.

>Anonymous scoffs

Anon: Yeah you're drunk.

>How dare he chalk up your sincerity to being drunk!

>You're being super serious right now!

>Trixie: Trixie is serious!

Anon: Uh-huh.

>Trixie: She is! You're nice, and you're charming, you're a good cook, you have patience, you're talented, you're amazing, you're strong yet gentle-

>Anonymous laughs again, cutting you off

>You do not like being interrupted

>He notices and stops laughing when you give him an evil glare

Anon: Please go on. I'm loving drunk *hic* Trixie right now!

>You growl in frustration before slamming your hooves through the surface of the water, splashing both him and you.

Anon: Oh come *hic* on don't be mad.

>Trixie: Stop being so stupid and shut up for one bu *hic* bucking second!

Anon: heh, next thing y...you know you're...you're gonna tell me you were jealous... of that mare last *hic* night

>....Were you?

 

>A: Yes

>B: No

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Trixie: Trixie was...

>Anon quirks a brow

Anon: What?

>Trixie: Trixie...was jealous...and angry.

Anon: Wow you're serious.

>You nod while Anonymous takes a swig of his Applejack Daniels

>Trixie: You're The Wonderful and Amazing Anonymous!

>He continues to drink, but he eyes you with confusion

>Trixie: No floozy commoner of a mare deserves what you have hanging down there!

>Anonymous spits out the Applejack Daniels that he tried to drink down

>His eyes are wide with surprise, you must have sobered him up with that comment

Anon: Whoa Trixie...didn't know you felt THAT strongly about it.

>Oh Celestia you said it didn't you?

>Yeah you did

>You've already gone too far, might as well go for broke

>Trixie: You need a better mare than that you imbecile!

Anon: Well...w...who do you suggest then? You?

 

>A: Yes

>B: No

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Trixie: Yes Trixie, who else?!

Anon: Somep0ny who doesn't treat me like dirt?

>Trixie: Trixie has a good reason for that!

Anon: Oh? Well go ahead and tell me what it is, I'm listening.

>You open your mouth to speak

>But nothing comes, you can't think of a single good reason why you've treated Anon like you did

>Honestly you're surprised he stuck around

>You close your mouth and look back to your empty bottle of whiskey

Anon: Thought so.

>Anonymous stumbles a bit but he manages to get out of the tub

Anon: Ya killed the mood blueberry.

>With Applejack Daniels and a towel from the towel rack in hand, he stumbles out of your bathroom.

>He left the Vodka...and from the way things just went it's looking pretty good right about now

>You down the bottle he left with you

>Ah there's that familiar burning in the back of your throat

>It causes you to wheeze your vision blurs yet again

>You smile to yourself before drinking down some more

>Trixie: Aaaaah there...there we go....hehehehehe

>Sweet nectar of the gods...precious booze

>You nuzzle your bottle of Vodka

>At least Vodka doesn't judge you, you can smash a bottle and it will still be the same

>Just with glass in it!

>You start laughing at your own asinine thoughts before shaking your head

>Yeah this is the level you were hoping to get to

>You sink in to the hot tub and let the warmth overtake you

>Maaan this feels so good

>Another Vodka filled night to keep you warm

>You won't be shivering in your bed from the cold again...

>In fact...sleep sounds pretty good right about now...

>Slowly but surely darkness overtakes your field of vision

>You fall asleep...

>Some time later...

>Oh Celestia what is this

>There's this feeling coming up from within your stomach and lungs

>You can't breathe...

>You feel pressure being applied to your chest in a steady rhythm

Anon: Damn it Trixie come on!

>Suddenly the pressure stops

>You feel air being pushed down your throat and in to your lungs

>Whatever's within you is being forced up

>You heave

>Your eyes shoot open to find Anonymous kneeling over you

>Here it comes...

>You sit up, tilt your head to the side, and vomit

>First water leaves your system...but it isn't over yet

>The sweet nectar you consumed starts coming up as well

>Your bathroom floor becomes coated in the liquid your body has expelled

>You start shivering like mad

>When your bowels are finally empty and when the dry heaving stops you take lungfuls of precious air

>You start coughing while forcing air back in to your lungs

>You feel Anonymous run his hand along your back in a slow, back and forth rhythm

Anon: Calm down Trixie, slow, steady breaths come on.

>You're still in shock from what happened but Anon's soothing voice and his hand help tremendously

>Finally your breathing settles into a slow and steady rhythm

>Trixie: Ugh...what...what happe-

>You're pulled in to a hug

Anon: Oh thank god you're okay.

>Trixie: Anon...

>You look up to him to see he's looking straight ahead

>He's pulled you in to his lap

Anon: I was in time...oh man I thought I lost you...

>He looks down at you his eyes filled with worry

>Trixie: Trixie...fell asleep in the hot tub didn't she...

>He nods

Anon: I came back to check in and I saw you under the water...you weren't breathing so I dragged you out and performed CPR.

>Trixie: You...you saved Trixie's life....

Anon: Well yeah...I don't want you to die ya know.

>Trixie: But...but Trixie has been terrible to-

Anon: Shhh, cut that shit let's get you cleaned up alright?

>You can't really do anything else other than nod weakly.

>He gets up and lets you sit there while he runs a bath for you

>You just sit there and try to collect your bearings

>After a few minutes pass he comes back over to you

>You try to get to your hooves but they feel like jello

>Anonymous notices, he wraps his arms around you and lifts you up

>He carries you over to the bathtub and sets you in it

>It's a little hot but you get used to it

>He helps wash you, while he does that you use magic to bring your toothbrush and tooth paste.

>You brush your teeth while in the tub in order to get rid of the acidic feeling on your teeth

>With the washing and tooth brushing finished he drains the water in the tub and wraps a towel around you

>He lifts you yet again and dries you on the go

>When he gets to your room and sets you on your bed you try to speak up for a second time

Anon: Trixie just be quiet, I'll be right back.

>And with that he walks out of your room.

>He comes back in with some bread on a plate and a glass of milk.

>He sits down with you and puts the bread in front of you

Anon: Now I'm not a doctor but milk always helps me when I've got an upset stomach. I'm sure yours feels like hell after vomiting.

>You nod weakly

Anon: And I assume haven't eaten anything since breakfast so here's some bread.

>Again you nod, you lean in and eat a piece of bread from off the plate.

>You virtually inhale the bread, little to no chewing occurred.

>Anon doesn't seem happy with that

Anon:Don't eat too fast now or you'll just make shit worse.

>Sweet Celestia he sounds like your mother

>You smile to yourself before levitating the milk out of his hands

>Trixie: Thank you...

Anon: You're welcome, listen. I'm gonna go clean up the mess you made in the bathroom alright. I'll be back in a few minutes.

 

>As you sit and eat the bread Anon left for you, you go over what's happened.

>You got drunk as all get out and fell asleep in the hot tub

>Obviously you drowned, Anon gave you CPR

>Then he helped clean you up AND he got you something to help calm your troubled stomach

>That on top of how he's been over the last few months...

>Your mother would be pissed for NOT introducing him to her

>She's a little...out there sometimes

>Oh Celestia you could probably picture what she'd say if she knew

>Trixie what's your deal?! Why aren't you married to that hairless ape? Have you been gettin that Hot monkey dick?

>Why aren't there little abominations running around here? Where's my grand monkey-filly...things?

>You giggle to yourself before shaking your head

>You're getting WAAAAAY too far ahead of yourself there

>Meh, a mare can dream can't she?

>The day your mother found out is the day you'd die of embarrassment

>Speaking of which you haven't written a letter to her in a while

>Your attention is drawn to your door when Anon steps back in to the room

Anon: How ya feelin?

>Trixie: Trixie feels... a little better.

Anon: Well good, and shame on you. You got me so scared you killed my buzz.

>Trixie: Trixie is sorry

Anon: Don't worry about it I'm just joking.

 

>You groan in annoyance before finishing off the rest of the bread on your plate

>The milk is next to fall to your maw's unforgiving thirst

>After you finish your 'meal' Anon takes your empty plate and glass and sets them on your night stand

>Trixie: Why are you being so nice to Trixie...? Trixie thought she killed your mood.

>Anonymous sighs before shaking his head

Anon: Trixie, you almost died, there's no way in hell I'm going to have you do anything right now. I'd feel like shit if I did.

>Trixie: Why save Trixie? She treats you like a dog.

Anon: I guess you could say so we could be even.

>You look up to him, he's currently looking out of the window of your wagon

>Trixie: When did Trixie save you?

Anon:When you took me in to your wagon and off the streets.

>You allow yourself a small smile, you just know you're going to be hearing some praise from him

Anon: I was a starving bum in the streets before you came to Baltimare, I was barely scraping by. Without any sort of help from those p0nies I wouldn't have made it through the winter here. Then I saw your little performance and I took a chance, thankfully you were doing horrible up there.

>You snort when he mentions how shoddy your previous performances were, but he's right.

>You were seriously lacking

Anon: And because you saved me from dying in the streets I signed that obviously terrible contract and i put up with you. It's the least I could do for the generosity you showed me that other p0nies wouldn't.

Anon: Though there's one thing I have to ask

>Trixie: What's that?

Anon: Why are you like this anyway? You seem like a nice mare you shouldn't have to just push others in to the dirt just to make yourself look better.

>You frown deepens

>Trixie: Yes...yes she does.

Anon: Really?

>You nod, you're about to drop your persona for this one

>Trixie: As you've seen...I'm not that...talented. When I was a filly mother always told me that I would grow up to be a star...and I believed her. I wanted to show mother that she was right about me. That I could have my name up in lights...I practiced magic but I'm wasn't that good... my mother was disappointed in me. When I went out on my own I wanted to prove to mother that I was worth something, that even though I was a failure I could make it if I tried...and all I did was fail. My magic was terrible and nop0ny wanted to see it...so I had to become a boastful...arrogant p0ny I had to ooze confidence if I wanted to have a p0ny come to one of my shows...for years I had to act like I was the best thing to ever appear in Equestria...and eventually I began to believe I was...my magic never got any better and my attitude got worse as a result...until...well....here I am.

>You offer him a nervous grin before looking anywhere but him

Anon: Did...did you just speak in the first person?

>There's going to be a dead human on the front page tomorrow

>Trixie: Anon i swear to Celestia they will not find the

>Anonymous wraps you up in a hug

Anon: Trixie come on I'm not that heartless. I was just trying to make ya laugh.

>You give him a deadpan glare

>Trixie: i just poured my heart out to you and you pull that?

Anon: Yes.

>He shoots you a grin and you lose it

>You feel your rage break

>Your right eye twitches

>You open your mouth to yell at him

>He brings his lips to yours cutting you off from your impeding list of insults

>Your eyes widen in surprise

>That rage is still there though

>You moan out your surprise, Anon takes it as something else all together

>You don't know how it happened but you end up on your back with your hooves on Anon's shoulders

>Even though Anon's pissed you off you have to say you don't hate this

>In fact, you can feel your anger start to melt away

>When he finally pulls away and allows you to get some air you think

>Thank Celestia you're thorough with your tooth brushing

>Trixie: What was that?!

Anon: That, was me saying...maybe you have a good excuse for being a bitch sometimes...and maybe you're not that bad of a mare.

>After saying that he pokes your nose with his index finger

Anon: And you, you're no failure. You're a damn good magician. You've come a long way.

>Trixie: Because you made me practice...and practice...and practice.

Anon: Yeah look where it got you? It got you some recognition, enough for me to be able to convince two Princesses to watch YOU.

>Trixie: To watch us you mean.

Anon: I'm just the assistant, my name's not gonna be up there with yours. This is your time Trixie, you've worked your little flank off for this.

>Trixie: And you helped

Anon: That I did, you needed help and I provided it.

>Trixie: What's your point?

Anon: Trixie I'm just the guy who gives you confidence, the magic, your performances, that's all you.

>Trixie: But-

>He cuts you off

Anon: And when you perform for the Princesses in a week then that'll prove to everyp0ny that you ARE great and powerful and that nop0ny out there can wow the crowds quite like you.

>Trixie: But what I get the jitters out there, what if I mess something up?

>Anon gets off of you and stands next to you bed he points to himself and says

Anon: What in Tartarus do you think I'm here for?! I'm not gonna let that happen. Think of me as you've been already, your safety net, your go to guy for ideas. Basically what I've been doing. You're going to be the one doing most of the work but that doesn't mean you have to go out there alone ya know.

>You grin, he crosses his arms and returns your grin with one of his own

Anon: When you're done with your performance there won't be any 'neighsayers' left.

>You like the sound of that.

Anon: Still have doubts?

>You shake your head

Anon: Good. Now I'm gonna have to disobey that little contract of yours.

>Trixie: Hmm?

>He climbs in to your bed and takes a spot next to you

>Lucky for him you love having a huge bed so it fits him comfortably

Anon: It get fuckin cold on that floor, especially with it being winter

>Trixie: W...wha

Anon: So you're going to be my personal heater

>You face lights up with blush

>Trixie: Are you serious?

>Anonymous nods

Anon: Yes, and don't you dare tell me you don't want to be either.

>You open your mouth to protest and in response Anonymous gets under the covers

>He smirks...oh dear he's right

>Besides, you get pretty cold in your bed as well

>This could be mutually beneficial

>Plus this is your opportunity to demand snuggles from your assistant

 

>A:Get in to bed and demand snuggles from Anon

>B:Have him brush your mane and/or massage you're not that tired

>C:Have him sleep in the floor anyway

>D:Demand he give you some of his hot monkey love to warm you up

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You move yourself under your covers as well and scooch over to Anon

>Trixie: I also...require a personal heater...yes that's it.

Anon: You do?

>You nod

>Trixie: That, and I demand snuggles...

>Anonymous chuckles before smiling down at you

>Anonymous brings his arms out and wraps them around you

>He then pulls you in to a tight embrace

>Oh my this is warm...

>You smile lazily. You could get used to this

>You nuzzle his chest and sigh with contentment

>His heartbeat starts to resound throughout your head when you put an ear to his chest

>It's steady, uninterrupted rhythm, his scent, his body heat...

>All of it starts to take its toll on you

>Your eyelids become heavy...with a quick spell the lights are extinguished in your room

>As you start to fall asleep for the second time tonight your final thoughts are of you and Anonymous bowing together on a stage of brilliant light

>P0nies cheer your name while throwing roses at the two of you

>You drift off to sleep, your dreams filled with hopeful aspirations for the future.

>Whatever happens a week from now you won't have to face it alone

>You've got an imbecile by your side to help you see through it all

 

>Hmm, oh this is nice

>Your head isn't killing you

>Oh...and your bed is so warm

>Yeeees warm warm warm warm

>You snuggle in to the warmth to find

>It's not your pillow that you warm up with your body heat

>You open an eye to find Anonymous sleeping

>His arms are still wrapped around you

>You hear his soft steady breaths as he breathes in to your mane

>So last night wasn't a drunken dream or hallucination

>This causes a small smile to creep upon your face

>You pump a hoof and whisper

>Trixie: Yes.

>Oh wait, that means if it wasn't a dream then you did something idiotic last night

>Well now you know what not to do.

>Heavy drinking + Hot tub = You're gonna have a bad time.

 

>As much as you're liking this you can't just lie in bed all day

>You and Anonymous have things you have to do

>Gotta get started on a routine gotta get practice in

>You might even need to contract outside p0nies if you want to plant 'volunteers' in to the audience

>There's a lot you need to do and not that many days to do it in

>Nervousness starts to wreck havoc throughout your once calm and serene state

>Just what are you going to do and how are you going to pull it off?

>Regret is next to rear its ugly head

>Did telling Anon what you told him just pile on added stress?

>What if the two of you just shirk your duties and hang out?

>Then you'll be the laughing stock of Equestria when you fail!

>Why did you have to say anything to him?

>Maybe the two of you should wait before becoming an item

>This is nice but it isn't worth potentially ruining your career

>Oh you know what you'll do, you'll just pour on the extra 'Trixie' and turn him away!

 

>A: Stop worrying over nothing

>B: Pour on the extra Trixie

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Or...or maybe you're just freaking out over nothing

>He did say he'd help you out...he hasn't done anything to hamper you before

>Why would he start now?

>You remember what he told you last night

>It's still clear in your mind

>No, telling Anon what you told him wasn't a mistake

>Celestia you were about to do something stupid

>You take a deep breath and hold it in for a moment before slowly exhaling

>Anon is here for you, and neither of you are going to mess this up

>You're the Great and Powerful Trixie and he is the Wonderful and Amazing Anon

>The best two man...er pony...uh...team around.

>No duo alive is better than you.

>Flim and Flam can take their cider squeezy machine and go squeeze semen out of a stallon's dick.

>The imagery causes you to giggle waking Anon from his slumber

Anon: Ugh...is it morning already?

>He yawns before rubbing the sleep from his eyes

>He turns his head to look down at you and you give him a quick kiss

>Trixie: Aren't you an observant one?

Anon: Smart ass.

>Trixie: You know it.

>He smiles lazily.

>You push away from Anon and he lets you out of his embrace

>He sits up in your bed and stretches

Anon: So, what do you want for breakfast?

 

>A:Eggs again

>B:Toast

>C:Pancakes

>D:Trixie will made breakfast for Anon instead.

 

(D was chosen)

 

>You get out of bed

>When he makes a move to get up you use your magic to keep him in bed

>Trixie: Because your cooking is so atrocious I shall make breakfast.

>Anonymous flashes you a grin

Anon: That reminds me how'd you like those eggs of mine yesterday?

>Trixie: I uh....um....they were bland and burned. The yokes were broken as well, terrible.

>Anon scoffs its like he can smell your bullshit

>You flash Anonymous a nervous grin before backing up out of the room

>No way in tartarus are you going to tell Anon you mindlessly woofed down his eggs like a starving mare.

>You saunter on in to your kitchen to realize you can't into cooking

>You look over the various pots in pans in your cupboards

>Trixie: Buck....

>What are you going to do

>You can't make Anonymous breakfast in bed if you don't know how to cook

>...you mean you can't make YOURSELF a good breakfast if you don't know how to cook.

>Yeah that's it, Anonymous can go bucking hungry for all you care

 

>A:Eggs

>B:Toast

>C:Pancakes

>D:Cereal

 

(D was chosen)

 

>Okay so you can't cook for shit, what are you going to do?

>You could try anyway, but then you'd probably set your items on fire

>So there's no way in Tartarus you're going to do that

>Instead you just magic over two bowls and two spoons from a nearby cupboard

>With the bowls and spoons now on your kitchen table you open your fridge to find a gallon of milk

>Yeah that's right you're gonna make the best cuisine known to p0ny kind.

>Cereal.

>You levitate yourself over to the cupboards above your fridge

>You open them to find a box of Lucky Charms

>Delicious marshmallows...

>As you get all the items together and as your getting Anon's bowl ready you think

>He had better love what you give him or else he'll be wearing it

>And he better not give you shit for not being able to cook

>Hmm...maybe you could just deny him of his precious snuggles

>Yeah that'll teach him

>Not being able to snuggle you would be a fate worse than death!

>At least you'd like to think so

>With his and now your bowl full of milk and delicious marshmallow treats you trot you way back to your room with bowls in magical tow.

>You find Anon sitting there doing absolutely nothing

>Good Anon, he knows his place

>You give him a warm smile as you come trotting up to him

>You levitate his bowl in to his hands

>Trixie: Breakfast is served.

>He opens his mouth to speak and you cut him off

>Trixie: And I swear if you say anything about what you're eating other than 'thank you Trixie this is delicious' I will make you regret it.\

 

>Anon's gaze shifts from left to right before saying

Anon: Tixie this is delicious.

>He then puts a spoonful in to his maw

>As he chews you nod and take a seat next to him on your bed

>The two of you eat in comfortable silence

>When the two of you finish you set your bowls on your nightstand

>Anonymous wipes his mouth clean of the excess milk before saying

Anon: Alright, with breakfast out of the way let's get down to business

>You nod

Anon: We need to come up with ideas for your performance, we need to have you practice so you have the magical capacity to actually perform, we need to plant a few p0nies in the audience for the 'volunteer' bit, and we need supplies. We may also need to find a p0ny to put in charge of music, lighting, artificial fog, etc. Gotta make it a show, but you've gotta be able to do more than just give those p0nies pretty lights.

>That...that's a lot to take in, and you only have seven days with which to do it.

>Trixie: Indeed...

>You look down at your bed sheets

>You really don't know if you can do this

>Suddenly Anon's hand is on your wither

Anon: Hey, don't get like that, we can do this. Just give it your all.

>You nod

Anon: So what do you want to work on today?

 

>A:Magic

>B:Getting a pony for lighting and such

>C:Getting ponies for volunteers

>D: Come up with a routine

 

(D was chosen)

 

>Trixie: Let's work on our routine

Anon: Alrighty, though just so you know, this will be nothing more than speculation. Can't have you actually practice these tricks unless you're capable of casting the spells that go with it. Let's get dressed and head out to the Royal Casino.

>You nod, the two of you get out of your bed, the two of you grab a quick shower, then with both of you dressed you head out.

>Turns out the Royal Casino isn't too far from your parking garage

>Upon entering the Casino the first thing you notice is the stainless white carpeting that lines the floors of the Casino

>From the embroidered tables, the ivory made bar, the mahogany tables, and the well dressed staff you can tell that the name of the Casino fits the theme.

>It's almost as if you're walking through a section of Canterlot Castle

>That is if Canterlot Castle had slot machines, roulette, and card tables

>As the two of you wade through the crowd you come across the stage set in the back of the Casino

>It's huge...and already the nervousness returns

>Anonymous doesn't help your nervousness; you watch as he approaches one of the employees near the stage

>You follow close behind

Anon: Hey buddy

>The stallion turns around and faces Anon

>"Yes sir how can I help you?"

Anon: Hello I'm Anon and this is Trixie, we're just coming by to get a feel for the place, see what we have to work with and such after all we'll be performing here within a week.

>The stallion mulls over some papers he's got on his clipboard before nodding.

>" Go ahead. If there's anything either of you need please feel free to ask."

Anon: First off...how many p0nies can be seated here?

>Anon motions to the rows upon rows of seats

>You only get more nervous the longer you look

>"Well, typically we can fit one thousand p0nies comfortably."

>You gulp...that's a lot of p0nies

>"But with the Princesses spreading the word about the two of you, I'd say those numbers will be doubled...at least."

>Two thousand or more?

>Well isn't that just wonderful?

>Now if you buck up it'll be in front of thousands rather than hundreds!

>Trixie: That.....that's a lot of...wow...

"That's quite the crowd eh Ms. Trixie?"

>You nod, still enraptured by the amount of seats this place has

>Then you look up and see the second and third row....then the private balconies

>Suddenly you feel light headed

>Trixie, meet floor

>Hi floor

>Blackout

>Your unconscious form hits the floor with an audible thump

 

>You wake up some time later to find Anonymous kneeling over you

Anon: Yeah she's waking up.

>"Oh, alright, thought we'd have to get the medical p0nies in here."

>You turn your head to see the stallion waving off a few worried looking p0nies.

>So what happened to you?

>Oh that's right you fainted from the sheer number of empty seats

>Can't be doing that again

>Anonymous helps you to your hooves

Anon: You alright?

 

>A: Yes I'm fine

>B: No, I think we need to leave

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Trixie: Trixie's fine, she just...

Anon: Couldn't handle the amount of empty seats?

>You nod

Anon: Well now we have something else to work on.

>You groan before looking down at the floor

>Trixie: Trixie has never performed in front of so many p0nies before.

Anon: I know that, we've gotta get you used to that concept...so we'll be coming here everyday.

>You don't really like the sound of that, but if it'll help then you're going to have to deal with it

>You walk with Anonymous and get on stage with him.

>When you turn around and look out in to the seats you realize

>Yeah this nervousness is going to be a problem

>You start shivering

>You picture p0nies filling the empty seats

>All of them are booing or throwing trash at the stage

>Your pupils dilate as the 'scene' continues to play in your head

>That's when Anon's fingers block your field of vision

>He snaps causing your hallucination to fade

Anon: Come on Trixie snap out of it.

>Trixie: Who huh..wha?

Anon: There's no one sitting out there except...that p0ny.

>He points to a p0ny in a straight jacket in a seat

>When the two of you look at this p0ny it starts to bark

>Two Casino Employees start trotting over to her

>"Who let a mental patient in to the casino?!"

>A small scuffle breaks out and after a few minutes they manage to detain the p0ny.

>When the p0ny is escorted out of the building you and Anon begin discussions on just what you're going to do a week from now

>Hopefully this planning will distract you from what's to come.

>You believe Anonymous has the wildest imagination out of any living creature here

>He suggests you do what?!

>There is no way you could pull that off

>Nor can you do half of the suggestions he threw your way

>Sure they sound spectacular, but your magic can only do so much

>You spend hours going back and forth with suggestions

>You let him know what is and what isn't a possibility

>He insists you can go with his ideas if you just got in a little practice

>What are his ideas you ask?

>For the intro he wants you to turn yourself in to lightning

>REAL LIGHTNING!

>His idea is to bring storm clouds in to the casino for you

>And he wants to give the crowd a 'controlled' lightning storm

>When one of the bolts (you) hits the stage you're going to be you

>But before that you're going to BE lightning.

>Your assistant is a bucking nut job.

>And now he's thinking of using the torch bit that he used back when you two first met

>He wants YOU to be the flame though.

>Typical pyromaniac Anon

>You like your idea a bit more

>You want to use smoke and lighting, along with music for your intro.

>It's nothing potentially dangerous to you

>It's safe.

>But that's what you've always used.

>So what do you want to do?

 

>A: Lightning Storm

>B: Torch Idea

>C: Use your idea

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You're going against your better judgement by agreeing to this...

>But...well, it's a good idea

>Just not a safe one

>When you let Anon know that you're going with that for your intro the two of you go in to your act

>After a few hours of debate the two of you have managed to agree on a routine that works for both of you

>Anonymous is going to get his chance to shine, but you'll end up eclipsing him

>It's as it should be.

>With a routine in mind the two of you end up staying at the Casino until sundown going over positioning and placement of props and such

>It's a very successful day in your opinion

>So you're going to have your little lightning storm intro

>Then you're going to do a few simple parlor tricks in order to throw off the audience

>Things like sawing Anon in half and making him disappear

>Make them think that your nothing more than just an average magician

>Then when the p0ny audience starts to lose faith...BAM

>Anon's going to start doing his thing

>You're going to break out advanced spells

>You're going to make a hydra out of fire

>You're going to have Anonymous fly

>These p0nies had better not be sitting in the first three rows or else your awesome's gonna burn the eyes outta their heads!

>You are even going to throw him in to various situations for him to escape out of them

>Though the sharks....might not be a good idea

>But he insists and he tells you he can get out

>As far as getting the bits together for all of this, it turns out Filthy Rich, the Royal Casino owner, is going to help with that

>Apparently he is ecstatic to have both Princesses in his place of business

>So he's pulling out all the stops in order to get you two to perform at your best

>So many bits...

>Though, there's a single problem

>His daughter, Diamond Tiara

>Right now the four of you are on stage

>You, Anonymous, and Filthy Rich are trying to get things worked out so you can go ahead and mark of 'supplies' on the list

>But Diamond Tiara will have none of that, this little filly thinks the world revolves around her

>She insists that she sees your performance a day before you perform

>She doesn't want anyp0ny else to see it either, just her and her alone.

>Diamond: But daaaaaad, I HAVE to see it so I can tell everyp0ny it suuuuucks.

>Is it illegal to accidentally beat a filly to death?

>You maintain your composure while Filthy puts his parenting skills to work

>Filthy: Now Honey, the Princesses want to see these two in action. That has to mean that they're good.

>Diamond: But our Princesses are super nice to everyp0ny! I bet they're awful!

>Filthy: Now come on Diamond...

>Diamond: No dad this is stupid! You're wasting your time with this two bit whorse and her monkey side kick!

>Did...did that filly just...

>Maybe you can use your magic to make her brain turn in to mush

>Filthy gasps before turning to you

>Filthy: I am so sorry for Diamond's behavior go to your room missy!

>Diamond: But I'm huuuuungry!

>Filthy falls like a stack of cards

>Filthy: Do you want to get something to eat?

>Diamond: Yeeeeeees!

>Really...really...?

>Filthy sighs

>Filthy: Listen, can we discuss this at a later time? My honey bear is hungry and we-

>Anonymous raises his hand

Anon: Say no more, go take care of your thing, we've got a week and we know we've got the finances to buy what we need. Thank you.

>Filthy nods before he and his daughter walk away

>As the two trot down an aisle your rage starts to boil

>You can't stand prissy, arrogant, rich fillies

>They think they're better than everyp0ny else

>BECAUSE YOU ARE BETTER THAN EVERYP0NY ELSE!

>How DARE she think she holds a candle to your greatness!

>NOP0NY IS BETTER THAN YOU!

>You start to grind your teeth your body begins to shake

>You're staring angrily at their retreating forms

>You start growling to yourself

>Diamond turns around and blows raspberries at you

>You hear something snap internally

>Was that your spine?

>No wait that was just your sanity

>She then promptly turns back to her father and the two walk out

>You lose it, you let out a roar

Anon: Trixie you alright?

>Trixie: I swear...I'm going to invent a spell...that will allow me to hate things to death. JUST FOR HER!

Anon: Trixie calm down she's got you speaking in first person.

>You hear a tea kettle boiling, no wait that's just you.

Anon: Calm down Trixie, seriously, it's like you're angry that there's another p0ny like you in the world.

>You slowly turn to him and give him a glare

>He holds his stomach and laughs at your expression

>Trixie: WHEN I FIGURE OUT THAT SPELL YOU'RE NEXT!

>After your little outburst, and after giving Anon a stern talking to the two of you retreat back to your wagon for the night.

>Anonymous treated you to a small dinner, nothing fancy, just a few daisy sandwiches with some water

>After that Anonymous counted up the bits the two of you have managed to save since starting your duo

>Six hundred and twenty bits, if your show does turn out to be a flop you have enough to survive off of until the next city

>Always have to take precautions, it's good to be prepared

>As Anonymous is putting away his bits you decide to get in to the hot tub again

>This time there will be no alcohol involved

>There is no way you're making the same mistake twice in two nights

>As you lie back and soak you float in silence

>Your mind goes over the routine you've decided on in your head

>You try to grasp the essence of just how the routine would go if everything went according to plan

>Overall it'd be a show p0nies would speak of for months to come

>Your thoughts are interrupted by Anonymous walking throughout the wagon aimlessly

>He's probably worried too, but he's a lot better at hiding it than you are

>He could probably use some time to relax

 

>A:Tell Anonymous to stop pacing around and join you

>B:Tell Anonymous to go out and enjoy the night life

>C:Go enjoy the nightlife and make Anonymous come along

>D:Say and do nothing, let Anonymous continue pacing

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You call out to your assistant

>Trixie: Anonymous!

>You hear him stop in the kitchen

Anon: What is it?

>Your order carries an authoritative tone

>Trixie: Get in this hot tub, now.

>You hear him laugh

Anon: Yes Mistress Trixie

>Oh Anonymous and his jokes

>Little does he know you've got a collar, leash, and paddle in your trunk under your bed.

>Yes contrary to your attitude and personality nothing excites you more than the thought of putting on a collar and being treated like a pet.

>Maybe if Anonymous is comfortable with it...

>No, no...bad idea, the two of you have just 'gotten together' last night

>No need to rush things, that'd lead to a bad end

>Anonymous walks in to the bathroom in his boxers

>He wastes no time in getting in and sitting next to you

>He wraps an arm around you and pulls you over to him

Anon: I guess you couldn't stand not being with me huh?

>A hoof to his gut shuts him up

>Trixie: Just keep quiet.

 

>He narrows his eyes, then he turns his head away from you

Anon: Fine, be that way.

>He scoots away from you and sits at the opposite end of the hot tub

>You sigh before shaking your head

>Trixie: Oh come back over here Anonymous I didn't hurt you that bad

Anon: No, you're mean. I'm staying right here.

>Trixie: Fine then I'm coming over to you

>You scoot over to Anon, only to have him scoot away from you again

>You growl and quicken your scooting pace

>Anonymous does the same

>You chase him around in a circle in your hot tub

>The chase goes on for a minute, him laughing all the while

>Trixie: Stop being stupid and just hold still!

Anon: Nope.

>Fine if Anonymous wants to play that way...

>Magic stops him in his tracks

>You scoot in to his lap and keep your magical hold over him

>Trixie: There, now that I've forced you to stop being such an imbecile I can enjoy my time in here.

Anon: Trixie I can't move

>Trixie: That's the point

Anon: But what if I have to go to the bathroom?

>Trixie: Didn't you go like thirty minutes ago?

Anon: Damn i was hoping that'd work!

>You smirk before getting comfortable

>Trixie: Trixie one human zero.

>You keep Anonymous in your magical grip so he's forced to deal with you

>Using him as a cushion you place the back of your head upon his chest and recline

Anon: Can I move yet?

>Trixie: Nope.

Anon: Fine.

>You close your eyes and relax, the sound of Anon's rhythmic heartbeat does wonders for you

>You're sure to stay awake though, no need to have a repeat of last night

>Well, what do you want to do now?

 

>A:Go to bed

>B:Release Anonymous

>C:Make Anonymous molest her

>D:Molest Anonymous while he can't do anything

>E:Get out and go enjoy the night life Las Pegasus has to offer

 

(B was chosen)

 

>You feel that you've had your fun with Anonymous

>You release him from your influence

>Anonymous tests out his arms to make sure he's back in control

>When he realizes he is he makes no motion to move

>Trixie: What don't tell me you actually like this position

>You feel his arms wrap around your mid section

>His hug puts you in to a proper seating position

>He leans his head down and asks

Anon: Well what If I decided that this wasn't bad at all?

>Trixie: Then I have to say you have great decision making skills.

Anon: Really?

>Trixie: Though not as good as mine, they're great none the less.

Anon: Oh well I'm honored the Great and Powerful Trixie thinks that way

>You ignore his sarcasm and just smile

>You didn't mind his tone

>In fact, the more you felt his hands run along your belly the faster your heart rate became

>Just the feeling of his soft, slender fingers running through your fur was enough to cause your breaths to come faster than before.

>This tingling sensation that came every time his hands took their agonizingly slow trail along your mid section caused you to shiver with delight

>Anonymous isn't a slouch in when it came to perception

Anon: Trixie...do you like belly rubs?

>You nod, the thought of forming words at this point seemed to great a labor.

>This time Anon puts a little force in to his belly rubs causing you to let out a squeak of surprise

>Through increasingly heavy breaths you say

>Trixie: I....I didn't give you...permission to....

Anon: To what Trixie?

>Trixie: To....to rub my belly...

>His hands increase their speed, your eyes roll in to the back of your head

>This tingling sensation travels throughout your very being, soon you're unable to think

>The pleasure his fingers bring is just too much for you

>You're at the mercy of Anonymous and his adventurous hands

>The ends of your fur become sensitive to his touch

>Each rub elicits a soft moan of joy

>Your body begins to shiver

>Heat begins to rise throughout your very being

>When he speaks his voice sounds so far off...

Anon: Well you don't seem to hate it.

>Your response is let your tongue loll lazily out of your mouth

>Your lips are turned in to a smile

>When Anonymous' rubs the lower section of your tummy one of your hind hooves begins to twitch

>Anonymous laughs at your reactions and continues to rub

>It isn't until his hands trail along your ever hardening nipples do you finally snap back to reality

>When you finally come to attention he's already removed his hands from you

Anon: Shit sorry about that. Little too far.

>You try to slow your breathing down so your heart rate can finally return to normal

>The heat your body was experiencing slowly dissipates

>What WAS that? You've never known such a...such a pleasurable feeling

>Those hands of his are dangerous indeed...

>Your breathing causes Anonymous to ask

Anon: Trixie you alright?

>Trixie: I'm....I'm fine...that just felt....

Anon: Really really good?

>Trixie: Uh huh....why did you stop?

Anon: Cause I pretty much touched your crotch tits by accident. Was expecting a hoof smack or something.

>Trixie: At that point I didn't really care, my tummy just felt so gooood.

>You bite your lower lip before snuggling in to Anon's lap

>The sultry way in which you said that combined with your reaction causes you to eeep before forcing your hooves to cover your muzzle.

Anon: And I'm getting you out of my lap before I do something I regret.

>With that he grabs hold of your sides and sets you next to him

Anon: And I think I'm going to grab a cold shower

>He steps out of your hot tub and you can't help but notice the bulge throbbing in his boxers

>You eye his lower half wearily

 

>A:"Put that thing away imbecile!"

>B:"Looks like somepony's in a good mood."

>C:"You know I could take care of that instead..."

>D:"Hurry up and get rid of that thing."

 

(C was chosen)

 

>Trixie: "You know...I could take care of that instead."

>Anonymous stops in his tracks halfway to your shower

>He turns to you and says

Anon: Nope. Haven't even had a first date yet Trixie come on.

>He's right, you're letting the belly rub control your thoughts

Anon: And if that belly rub is what prompted this I think I'm gonna stop doing those.

>Your lower lip quivers and your eyes begin to fill with tears

>Trixie: N...no more belly rubs?

>Come on work damn it...Anonymous is starting to re-think his rash decision

Anon: Okay fine you can still have belly rubs

>The tears and lip quivering go away instantly

>You pump a hoof

>Trixie: Yes!

Anon: But, if you start getting to that point I'll stop.

>Trixie: That point...?

Anon: When it looks like you're going to swallow my lower half like some cock hungry mare.

>Your eyes reveal surprise, such language and assumptions!

>Trixie: Anonymous I would never...uh...

>Okay you probably would a little...

>A taste wouldn't hurt would it?

>NO stop, bad Trixie!

Anon: That's what I thought.

>Though despite what he said that doesn't stop him from stripping out of his boxers and stepping in to your shower

>Damn, you didn't get a good look!

>Oh well there will be other opportunities to sneak a peek.

>As Anonymous washes himself you get out of your hot tub

>You've spent enough time in there

>You dry yourself off and make your way to your bedroom

>When get in to bed you wait patiently you know Anonymous will be joining you soon enough

>After a few minutes you hear Anonymous turn the shower knobs

>The water stops, you listen as Anonymous steps out of the tub and dry himself off

>Then you hear the slamming of your bathroom wardrobe as it opens and shuts

>He comes walking in to your bedroom wrapped in a towel

Anon: Hey.

>He smiles before losing the towel and climbing in to bed with you

>At least he's wearing a new pair of boxers

>When he pulls the covers over himself you ask

>Trixie: I didn't give you permission to get in my bed.

>You stick your tongue out at him before turning your head and crossing your front hooves

Anon: So?

>Such disrespect!

>Trixie: I will not stand for that kind of attitude! You will show me some respect!

>He wraps his arms around you and pulls you over to him

Anon: Do what now?

>Okay this is really nice...

>You sigh with contentment before nuzzling into Anon's chest

>Trixie: .....nothing....idiot...

>He chuckles quietly

>With a quick spell your lights are out and soon the two of you are off to sleep.

 

>Day two, five days remain

>The two of you have slept in a little later than either of you would have liked

>You wake to find the sun bearing down upon you from your window

>Sweet Celestia it's past noon...

>You nudge Anonymous with a hoof and he doesn't stir

>Trixie: Anonymous wake up we slept in.

>You nudge him again

Anon: Uuugh, I don't wanna get up...

>Hoof the to gut wakes him up

Anon: Okay okay I'm awake!

>The two of you get out of your bed

>You can't waste another minute of your day you need to get started.

>So what are you going to try to accomplish today?

 

>A:Magic

>B:Get a pony for lighting

>C:Gather volunteers

>D:Buy supplies

 

(C was chosen)

 

 

Anon: You know, it'd probably be a good idea if we get some p0nies together

>Trixie: We do need p0nies in the audience willing to be a part of the show...

>With your goal in mind the two of you shower, get dressed, and head out in to the cold afternoon air

>With the Princesses spreading the word about you p0nies are openly approaching you in the streets

>Some actually seem to want to give suggestions or ideas that would help you along

>Though it's appreciated you've already got a routine set in stone

>After a couple of hours of small talk with various p0nies in various places the two of you manage to gather three volunteers

>A pegasus known as Thunderlane, A unicorn named Lyra Heartstrings, and a griffin called Gilda.

>You already hate Anonymous for choosing the griffin over Sparkler the Unicorn, but you got to choose the first two.

>With that tidbit out of the way, your small group heads over to a nearby restaurant to enjoy dinner

>After dinner comes the raid of a nearby liquor store

>Your group then heads back to your wagon, booze in hand...er...hoof....er...claws

>You know you were going to cut back due to what's going to be happening here in a few days

>But hey, you're ahead of schedule, this might turn out well for you in the end

>With another task finished it's time to celebrate with your newly acquired volunteers

>What you don't really appreciate is everyp0ny is in YOUR hot tub.

>And you really hate that Thunderlane thinks he's Celestia's gift to mares

>Seriously he's been hitting on you all night and it's starting to get annoying

>Thunderlane: Hey Trixie, I really like your mane.

>Okay it's starting to get sad now.

>You don't even acknowledge it with anything other than a raised brow

>Thankfully Thunderlane finally gets the message and he goes back to drinking in silence

>You make a mental note to find a new volunteer after this one ends up being unable to perform

>Your eyes catch something you don't like

>Lyra seems to be facinated by Anonymous' hands, she's got one of them in her hooves

>Anonymous seems oblivious

>He's currently talking with Gilda, apparently the two have been going back and forth about some hoofball team or something

>Lyra's rubbing his hand, examining it prodding it and wow...okay...

>She looks up to Anonymous and her eyes go half lidded

>There is something wrong with this mare you just can't quite put your hoof on it

>She smirks before her tongue rolls out of her mouth

>Okay things are starting to become pretty cut and dry now

>Lyra has a thing for hands

>At first you believe she's just drunk and she has no idea what she's doing

>After all you kind of made it obvious that Anonymous was yours before this all started

>But that didn't stop Thunderlane...then again Thunderlane has proven himself to be...less intelligent than the average stallion

>Maybe you're just over thinking things and you actually start to believe you are

>The Applejack Daniels helps you to believe that anyway

>That is, until her eyes look over you

>Her smirk turns in to a cocky grin

>She goes to lick Anonymous' hand

 

>A:Beat a whorse's flank

>B:Let Anonymous handle it

>C:Move over to Anonymous and tell Lyra to back off

>D:Do nothing

 

( C was chosen)

 

 

>Red flag in the hot tub

>You make your way over to Anonymous and squeeze in between him and Lyra

>You pull Anonymous' hand from Lyra's grip and drape it over your withers

>When Lyra is minus one human hand she glares at you

>You look over to her and say

>Trixie: Lyra, Trixie is only going to say this once, stay away from the human.

>Lyra opens her mouth to speak out in protest but the glare you give her is enough to stop her from saying anything at all.

>She quietly backs away from Anonymous and slides over to Thunderlane instead

>Good bitch...

>With that taken care of you spend the rest of your time faintly listening in on the things Gilda and Anon talk about

>Nothing that interests you in the slightest comes up in conversation

>A few more hours pass and the volunteers finally leave for the night

>That leaves you and Anonymous to clean up the mess

>And by you and Anonymous you of course mean Anonymous

>When he finishes his cleaning job he joins you in your bed and the two of you head off to sleep.

>Day three, four days remain before the show

>You and Anon are able to wake up on time for this believe it or not

>The sun hasn't hit it's position in the sky signifying noon as of yet

>It's ten in the morning

>Anonymous offers to cook breakfast and you accept

>As you lie in bed and wait on your delicious breakfast of eggs you mull over what else you need to take care of before the next four days are complete.

>You have a routine, you have volunteers to have planted in to the audience

>What does that leave?

>You still need to practice your spells, can't perform without the ability to cast any spell needed.

>You have to get Filthy to buy some much needed equipment, you still have to tell him what he needs to buy as well.

>You can't forget the music and visual effects, you've yet to find a p0ny capable of providing such entertainment

>So what do you do?

 

>A:Magic

>B:Find a pony for visual and musical effects

>C:Have Filthy Rich purchase your needed supplies and equipment.

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You have decided to go ahead and practice magic for today.

>When you get out of bed and join Anonymous in the kitchen you let him know what you've decided upon doing

>He nods before placing your sunny side up eggs on your plate

>You magic over a fork and take a bite of your delicious eggs

>Amazing, same as always

>Anonymous joins you with his lesser scrambled eggs

>After breakfast is over and done with you and Anonymous head to the Royal Casino for practice

>You spend the entire day attempting to recreate the imagery you and Anonymous have for this show

>Diamond Tiara watches in one of the private balconies

>She doesn't seem impressed....little cunt...

>Without the items needed for the show you are only able to practice maybe 1/3 of the stunts that are going to be in the show.

>With Filthy Rich checking in on your training, Anonymous is able to give Filthy a list of things needed for the show

>After mulling over the note and checking with his bank he informs you he'll have your list taken care of the day after tomorrow.

>That will leave you that day and the day after that to practice with the items purchased.

>You now only have to locate a p0ny willing to work the lights and music.

>Filthy gives you the contact info of a unicorn by the name of Vinyl Scratch

>Apparently she's the best of the best when it comes to making a show...better...

>You hope she isn't as much of a show boat as you can be

>Last thing you need is a mare trying to steal the performance

>During your break you tell Filthy to set up an appointment at the casino so you can actually meet this mare

>This stallion follows your directions to a T

>Everything is easy when you have bits at your disposal.

>With that handled you cast one last lightning spell

>You're capable of becoming lightning but its fairly taxing on your body

>After all breaking down your physical structure in order to become pure electrical energy isn't easy

>You're surprised you can even do anything remotely close to that

>When you land on center stage for the 12th time today you appear on your belly

>Your body has had enough

>Your heart is racing, your breathing is ragged, your muscles are stressed to the point of tearing

>Your lungs feel as if they're on fire

>Your body wasn't ready for this

>Anonymous sees the state your in and walks over to you

>He kneels down and asks

Anon: Do I need to bring you to the ER? Are you going to be okay?

>You look up to him and answer with

 

>A: Yes

>B: No

 

(A was chosen)

 

>A nod, you nod weakly before looking back in to the empty seats in front of the stage

>Anonymous hasn't moved

Anon: You can't move right now can you?

>You shake your head

Anon: Do you want me to carry you?

>Your face becomes flushed, having Anonymous carry you would be so embarrassing

>Buck it

>You nod, and when you do you feel his hands wrap you up

>He ends up cradling you in his arms

Anon: We're done for the day. You did well, the show should be a cakewalk for ya.

>As he walks off stage and out of the casino your body finally starts to calm itself down

>The cold night air helps tremendously but there is one part of you that can't seem to calm down

>All but your heart, but it's racing for an entirely different reason

>You generally ignored all the stares the two of you were getting

>Who cares what those commoners think?

>You certainly don't and neither does your assistant

>It isn't long until you're in your wagon and tucked in to your bed

>With a quick kiss he leaves you to sleep and you do within a few minutes

>You must have been more exhausted than you thought

>You wake up with a start, you're surprised to find that it's still dark outside.

>Seeing the the moon from your window you notice that it is still in the sky

>You assume it's early morning or something along those lines

>You turn over in your bed and try to get some more sleep but you notice your bed is missing an Anon.

>You assumed he'd just come to sleep with you, after all he's done that for the past few days now

>Where could he be?

 

>A:Search the wagon for Anon

>B:Go back to sleep

 

(A was chosen)

 

>This is so annoying, you don't want to get up

>But if you want your personal heater you're going to have to

>With a sigh you get out of bed and trot out of your bedroom.

>You're happy to know you've recovered from your magical excursion from earlier today

>With this kind of recovery time maybe you'll actually be able to have an after party after your performance

>You're walking down the side of the hall that contains the guest room

>The sound of something grunting causes you to freeze in your tracks

>It's coming from within the guest room

>The door is closed so the sounds are muffled

>That leaves a few possibilities

>It could be Anonymous

>Maybe there's a thief trying to steal the items you have in that room

>Or...maybe a couple is using your guest room as a bucking love hotel...

>How dare anyp0ny enter your wagon without permission!

 

>A:bust the door down

>B:Leave the room alone

>C:eavesdrop

>D:knock on the door

 

(C was chosen)

 

>With curiosity dictating your actions you trot over to the door and put your ear against it.

>With you intently listening in from so close you can hear that it's Anonymous grunting

>You hear nop0ny else, this raises questions

>Just what is Anonymous doing in there that requires him to keep the door shut?

>His grunting becomes fast paced breathing

>Other than that nothing else seems to be out of the ordinary

>Your eyes narrow as you mentally start slashing away at possibilities

>Is he doing what you think he's doing?

 

>A:Knock on the door

>B:Continue to eavesdrop

>C:Stop eavesdropping and go back to bed

>D:open the door with your magic

 

(B was chosen)

 

 

>You continue to listen in you stand there and listen to him grunt for a few minutes

>Suddenly his grunting turns in to low moaning and finally silence

>He lets out a long, drawn out sigh of satisfaction

>Oh dear Celestia you know what he was doing now

>Or rather, what he just did...

>That little monkey just clopped in your guest room!

>You've never felt so disgusted!

>How many times has he done that in your guest room now?

>Was this the first time?

>You shiver in revulsion that is just not right...or sanitary

>Celestia forbid you have guests

>You're going to give him a stern talking to when he gets out here!

>You hate the thought of him doing this...

>What if he's been doing that every night since you've taken him in?

>Red rises to your cheeks

>This whole wagon would smell of him if he did that

>And any mare who met you...and stepped foot in here would think he's laid claim to you many many times...

>Oh my...now there's a thought you can really get behind...

>You hear Anon zip up his pants and make his way to the door

>Oh shit you're still right there in front of it on the other side.

 

>A:Stand in front of the door and meet Anonymous

>B:Teleport back to your room and pretend to be asleep

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Well, better to get this out of the way now than later

>After all, the two of you are together, this is bound to come up at some point

>You sigh and wait, soon enough the knob of the door turns and out pops Anonymous

>Immediately your senses are hit with the smell of sweat and...something else.

>He freezes in his tracks when he sees you

>He looks down at you with abject horror before immediately hiding his main hand behind his back

>He gulps out of nervousness before saying

Anon: Please tell me you didn't hear any of that...

>Trixie: Anon I can SMELL it.

>The color drains from Anonymous' face

>He backs up and in to the guest room

 

>A:Follow Anonymous in to the guest room (possible clop)

>B:move out of his way so he can clean himself off

>C:berate him for such a dirty action

>D:Tell him you don't really care either way

 

(A was chosen)

 

>As he walks backwards and in to the guest room you walk forward and follow him in

Anon: Trixie I can explain.

>You narrow your eyes in mock anger

>Trixie: I'm listening.

Anon: Well...you see...we guys have urges and well-

>You groan before holding up a hoof to cut him off

>Trixie: I know full well how males handle their urges I'm not a little filly Anonymous

Anon: Then what are you asking?

>Anonymous really is an imbecile sometimes...

>Trixie: Well, let's see, I'm your marefriend right?

Anon: Yes?

>Trixie: Then why don't you just rut me instead of using your hand?

>Anonymous seems taken aback by your sudden brashness and tone

>You don't see why, you're not against experimenting outside of your species

>You figured it'd happen at some point its a part of every relationship unless you're a little elementary school foal

>And those don't even count

Anon: But...you're a p0ny and I'm a human...

>Trixie: Come now that doesn't really bother you does it? If it did would you be sleeping with me every night?

Anon: Well I-

>Trixie: And don't you dare try to tell me that its your knee is poking my flank in the morning when you wake up

Anon: Wait you felt that?

>Trixie: Honestly Anonymous would I lie to you?

>You and Anonymous stare at each other for a moment before you speak yet again

>Trixie: And...besides...you're not the only one with urges you know....idiot.

 

>A:'Clean' Anonymous' hand

>B:Have him go clean himself up

>C:Leave Anon to his own devices and go to bed

>D:Go make a midnight snack

 

(A was chosen)

 

>The two of you stand in silence yet again

>Anonymous seems to be fidgeting

>This annoys far more than it should

>Trixie: Well?

>Anonymous scratched the back of his head with his off hand nervously

Anon: Well...I uh...there are two things wrong with this.

>You shake your head before sighing

>Trixie: What, what is the problem?

Anon: Number one, I just finished so I'm not going to be getting it up.

>Well that's disappointing

>Trixie: Okay there's one.

Anon: Number two...regardless I've gotta clean up.

>He points with his main hand towards a small pile of his...discharge in the floor

>Trixie: Oh come now it'll just be a small sta-

>You can see that his main hand is covered with his....yeah...

>Trixie: Oh well that's lovely

>You're sure to pour on the sarcasm with that one

>Anonymous blushes out of embarrassment before hiding his hand

>Well, what are you going to do from here?

>Well, let's see if Anonymous...can learn to like what you like.

>The more you think about the words you're going to utter the more nervous you become

>You feel a pit in your stomach, your throat begins to dry

>Your eyes begin to shift from left to right as cold sweat forms upon your brow

>At this point you can't bear to look Anonymous in the eye

>Anonymous looks dejected

Anon: Okay, it's awkward, I get it.

>Oh no he's got it all wrong.

>You stutter out

>Trixie: N...no that's not it....imbecile...

Anon: Then what is?

>Trixie: I....um....

>Come on out and say it already!

>Put on your big mare cap and just try!

>Trixie: Trixie could....clean you...

>Your teeth begin to chatter, and the nervousness only seems to worsen

>You can't even feel the cold nipping at the ends of your fur anymore

>You can't bare to look Anonymous in the eye for fear of rejection.

>Finally you gather yourself and look up to find him staring wide eyed at you

>His cheeks are alight with a red tint

Anon: Well...since...well....you put it that way...go ahead.

>Your heart leaps in to your throat

>He just gave you to the go ahead!

>Okay, keep calm Trixie

>Just because you've never got to act the part of the submissive lover before doesn't mean you're going to mess this up.

>You trot forward and Anonymous walks backwards in to the guest room

>His eyes never leave yours

>The suspense in waiting for what's to come is starting to get to you

>You can hear your heartbeat as it quickens in anticipation

>You break eye contact from Anonymous only to look at his 'covered' had.

>You lick your lips before further closing the gap between you and your human.

>Eventually Anonymous can no longer move away from you

>The edge of the guest bed has seen to that

>He ends up sitting upon the bed

>It appears as though he's just as nervous about this as you are

>No matter, hopefully you'll end his nervousness soon enough...as well as yours

>Using your magic you gently lift Anon's discharge covered hand

>Then, using your front hooves you prop yourself against Anonymous' knees.

>A final moment of hesitation overcomes you when you see the small strands of his seed in between his fingers

>You sniff...the smell if fairly similar to a stallion's...though thoughts of its taste eludes you.

>Cautiously you stick out your tongue and lean in to Anon's hand

>You cast a glance to him one last time for approval

>He nods, throwing caution to the wind you run your tongue along his index and middle finger

>Immediately you're hit with a salty, yet tangy taste...perhaps it's the large amount of fruits in his diet.

>Regardless the taste doesn't put you off, in fact you can't help but lean forward in order to get another delectable sample.

>You run your tongue in long, quick laps along his fingers.

>First his index, then his middle, then his ring, and finally his pinkie.

>The smell, the taste, the feeling of his digits as they pass along your tongue.

>Whatever nervousness you felt before has started to melt away.

>You grow bold enough to bring your muzzle forward and envelope his index and middle fingers in your maw

>You lightly suck upon his digits in order to clean them of the remaining seed your lapping was unable to pick up

>You slowly bring your muzzle back, letting out a soft moan as you do so

>This taste...the texture...you want more.

>You unravel your tongue and brings his ring and pinkie in to your maw as you did his first two fingers

>You bend your neck from side to side as you slowly bob your head upon his fingers

>While you take care of his finger and thumb you look upon Anonymous yet again

>You find that his breathing has quickened, then you notice the bulge in his jeans

>It appears as though he is not as spent as he let on

>You can't help but smile as you let his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop

>Trixie: Mmmm all done Anonymous...what else do you ask of Trixie?

>You bite your bottom lip before flashing him a sultry gin

>Anonymous finally finds his voice

Anon: I can't believe you're...actually asking me what you want to do.

>You pout

>Trixie: Do you not approve of Trixie's behavior?

>Anonymous shakes his head rapidly

Anon: Oh no it's not that at all! It's just...I can't picture you doing this, this is like...a damn good dream for me.

>He gives you a nervous grin

>That's adorable...you look from him, then back to the bulge that seems to be clamoring to be let out

>You lean in and bite down upon his zipper

>You continue to look in to his shocked and eager eyes as your slowly unzip his jeans

>With his zipper out of the way you reach up and take the small portion of fabric surrounding the button of his pants in to your awaiting maw

>It takes no more than an angled pull upon the fabric for the button to give way

>Using your magic you release Anonymous' hand, then you use it to pulls his pants down and off of his body

>Only his boxers separate you from your prize now

>As you wrap your teeth around his waistband you can feel your body begin to heat up in anticipation of what's to come

>Anonymous assists you in pulling away his boxers to reveal his erect manhood

>You sit there for a moment and marvel at it's uniqueness

>Though the aesthetics differ from a stallions...you aren't disgusted by its appearance

>The length and width are smaller than a stallion's...

>But you're sure Anonymous can more than make up for that

>You take this time to memorize what's been presented to you

>The dark pink head, the smooth skin, its hardened curve, the veins, the small slit at the tip that drips small crystallized pearls of precum...and the scent

>Oh Celestia the scent....

>When you breathe in you feel a chill creep down your spine

>Your body involuntarily shudders

>You can feel your nethers become moist with anticipation

>You look up to Anon with a smile

>Trixie: Trixie assumes this was to be your next request?

>Anonymous nods you turn back and eye his member

>You stare at it yet again.

>Primal hunger is reflected within your gaze

>You lean in and run your cheek along the side of his length, your tongue follows close behind

>You're sure to be deliberately slow with this, you want to get as much of his taste as you possibly can

>Plus you just love the way Anonymous watches you as you move.

>Your tongue can feel the small bumps of his veins as you travel along.

>The salt from the sweat of his skin gives him a nice flavor without it being unbearable.

>The combination of your soft, smooth fur, and the wetness of your tongue elicits a soft gasp from your 'master'

>You quickly flick your tongue along the slit of his opening to clean it of the precum that has gathered.

>It's like being given a teasingly small portion to the meal your body has been craving for too long...

>You smirk before opening your mouth

>Anonymous did say he wanted you to clean this...well he implied it.

>And if Anonymous is going to learn anything about this

>It's that you're very VERY thorough with your cleaning...

>You wrap your warm velvety lips around the tip of his head and lean in

>Inch by inch your mouth consumes his hardened member

>You look up to Anonymous with a smile as he leans his head back and lets out a low moan

>As you take more of him in to your maw you watch as his thighs spasm and his legs shake

>Your mouth must be really having an effect on him

>When you've gotten to the base of his shaft you can feel his manhood twitch upon your tongue

>You tighten the hold your mouth has upon his manhood on your ascent

>You keep your eyes upon his now glistening erection as you pull away from Anon.

>When your lips tighten around his head Anonymous' hips give an involuntary thrust

>His whole being shivers before he exhales a shaky breath of air

>When you let his member out of your maw you giggle at his reaction

>If he liked that then he's going to love this

>You lean in and wrap your lips around the tip of his member yet again

>Your tongue travels in small circles along the tip of his member before you press your lips down and give it a light suck.

>His breathing becomes erratic as you start to suck harder

>That's right, let Anonymous get used to this sensation before...

>You lean in and take the entirety of his manhood in to your maw in one go

>Your tongue runs in an upward motion from the bottom of his shaft to the head as you slowly let him out of your maw

>His taste....his breathing, his scent....you can't get enough of it

>When only the tip remains you suck upon it for a moment before leaning forward yet again

>You repeat this pattern a few times, reveling in the cries of pleasure Anonymous is letting out

>When his hand runs through your mane you can't help but feel as though you need to double your efforts

>You start to bob your head upon his member, slowly at first, but soon you find a comfortable pace.

>You alternate between taking all of him in to your mouth and suckling upon the tip of his head

>You bend your neck from side to side in small motions while you bob your head so as to allow your lips to twist around him.

>This new sensation appears to be too much for Anonymous to take

>Though despite his body's reactions and despite his moans you don't taste the sweet release you're hoping to get.

>Stallions only last a few seconds...perhaps Anonymous is going to be more of a labor than you thought

>No matter, you will get your reward. The one minute marker passes...

>Then the two...then the five...

>Just how much of this can Anonymous take?

>You can feel his member start to twitch more and more as you quicken your pace

>You moan as you continue your pattern

>The vibrations do nothing more than make Anonymous pump his hips

>When you hit the ten minute marker you hear his moans start to raise in volume

>His entire form is shivering, he seems close

>When his eyes roll in to the back of his head he finally says

Anon: Trixie...I'm....!

>Everything after that is loud moaning. He can't finish his sentence.

>You lean back until only the head remains within

>You nurse upon it like a foal thirsting for its mother's milk

>You hunger for everything Anonymous has to offer you.

>And when Anonymous' sweet seed comes pumping out of his twitching member that analogy becomes more literal.

>You greedily gulp down every bit that comes gushing from his tiny slit.

>Anonymous continues to spasm as waves of pleasure flow through him

>You sit there and suckle every last drop you can possibly get before finally letting his member out of your mouth

>You give the tip a quick kiss before you turn your head to look up at Anonymous

>He looks down at you, you notice his face is flushed and he is breathing in a quick and shaky rhythm

>You see sweat running down his face and neck

>When you have his attention you show him what a good job you've done

>By opening your mouth to show him the seed you have yet to swallow

>You close your maw and play with his seed around your mouth for a bit.

>Despite him cumming twice this substance still has a high viscosity....almost like honey

>You swallow, when you feel the last of it roll down your throat you open your mouth yet again to show him your now empty mouth.

>Anonymous looks on breathlessly.

 

Anon: I...uh...wow...that was...something.

>He doesn't appear to be able to say much else

>He leans back and places his back upon the bed

>You watch on from your position as his chest rises and falls as he breathes

>Slowly but surely his breathing finally goes back to a steady rhythm

>He may be able to relax but for you that's an entirely different story

>You may have been able to satisfy him but you've yet to receive reciprocation

>You can feel the interior muscles of your marehood clench and expand in anticipation

>You turn to see that your sex has left its own stain upon the hardwood floor of your wagon

>Your body craves him, your nethers hunger for his seed.

>Just the thought of his sex forcing its way in to your marehood inch by agonizing inch.... causes your body to shiver with delight.

>You want nothing more than for him to get up, throw you on the bed, and rut you until neither of you can move.

>But unfortunately he seems to be spent...

>You grind your teeth in anger, maybe using your mouth wasn't the wisest idea.

>But hey, it seems as if humans have quite the recovery time

>Maybe he'll be ready to go if you give him a break!

>Then he'll take you...oh you'll need to change the sheets after he's done

>But it'll be sooo worth it!

 

>A:Give Anonymous time to recover

>B:Use magic and make him ready now

>C:Let Anonymous sleep for the night

>D:Go get a midnight snack

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You end up climbing on top of him and taking a place upon his torso

>When you make yourself comfortable you sit and watch him with contentment

>Though you can't seem to shake this involuntary spasm that involves your tail raising up as high as it can.

>Hurry Anonymous, your body can't stand much more of this wait

>You get the urge to lower yourself and 'consume' Anon's lower half yet again

>But you're sure that if you try that right now you'll get little to no response

>So you'll just sit here and....

>Your inner thoughts are cut off when Anonymous runs his digits along your scalp and through your mane.

>You sigh happily and lean in to his hand as he continues to pet you

>When his hands brush along your horn it feels like a bolt of lightning just ran its course through each nerve in your body

>Your eyes shoot open, your body seems to lock up from this sudden stimulation

>Anonymous is quick to notice this

Anon: Whoa...I didn't think that'd happen if I touched your horn.

>He lightly runs the tips of his fingers along the base of your horn

>Your body visibly shakes under his touch

>When his index runs along the tip of your horn your cry out in delight

Anon: I guess horns are pretty sensitive huh?

>You can only nod

Anon: Does it feel good? Something being sensitive isn't necessarily a good thing...

>He repeats his movement and he ends up receiving virtually the same response from you

>When he sees your pleased smile he smiles in return

>Then you gasp as his hand wraps around your horn

>Your human is giving you a horn job...

>You struggle to keep your breath steady as the nerves within your horn flare.

>You can't process a single thought

>Your body and mind are left to the carnal pleasures Anon's hand brings

>You've become so sensitive you can feel the varying degrees of pressure each individual finger is giving your appendage.

>Your mouth and tongue hang limply as your eyes lock on Anon's hand.

>When the tips of his fingers run along the top of your horn you let out a high pitched cry of ecstasy.

>His stimulation is having the same effect on your body as it is your horn

>When his other hand pets you from the back of your neck and down your back the movement of your fur sends a tingling sensation through your very core

>When his free hand trails along your flank your pupils shrink to the size of pinpricks

>The feeling your head is getting from him pumping his hand along your horn is unbearable as it is

>If he starts to touch your dampened nethers you have no idea if you'll be able to handle it.

>Suddenly his hand leaves your flank and you breathe a sigh of relief, then his fingers slacken around your horn

>Maybe Anonymous is done pleasing you... he had better not be...

>You look to Anonymous face to find him smiling evilly

>All at once you realize just what he's about to do

>Trixie: Don't...you...do it.....

>Anonymous gives you an innocent expression

Anon: Do what? This?

>If there's anything you will retain from tonight is this

>Anonymous can be aggressive to a fault

>But to say you didn't enjoy what came next would be a lie

>Suddenly you feel a single finger from Anonymous' left hand force its way in to your mareparts

>You instinctively tighten your inner walls around this foreign item being put inside of you.

>Then Anonymous other hand wraps around your horn yet again

>You knew he'd pull something like this...he's that kind of human...

>Anonymous pumps your horn furiously as he thrusts his finger in and out of your nethers as fast as his wrist will allow.

>The sudden sensation alone causes you to orgasm

>You feel yourself tense around the solitary finger that invades your innards

>The noise of his finger as he pumps it in to your now soaked lower half does little to deter Anonymous.

>In fact, he somehow manages to speed up his efforts, your mind goes numb as you feel your magic being forcefully gathered around your horn

>The warmth generated from your magic and the friction of Anon's hand is too much

>Your horn discharges a spell, lucky for Anon his position leaves him out of harm's way

>Your spell flies past his head and hits a nearby lamp, turning it in to a pot of flowers.

>The danger doesn't stop Anonymous from continuing

>Your sensitive walls clamp down upon his finger again as another wave of euphoria washes over you

>You know you're dampening the blankets of the guest bed but you don't care

>These sensations have you hooked, you don't want Anonymous to stop

>Anonymous is all too willing to keep going

>His pace doesn't slow and you cry out yet again when you feel a second finger enter you

>The next few minutes are a blur to your body experiences orgasms again and again

>Your horn continues to discharge spells with reckless abandon

>The fur on your hid hooves are soaked, you assume Anon's arm is in the same state

>Yet Anon doesn't stop... you feel something coming

>Your body begins to shiver uncontrollably

>Your heart is beating a mile a minute

>You struggle to compose yourself but because of the continuous horngasms you can't focus on anything

>Your body seizes when you finally release the building pressure you were feeling in your loins

>Finally it happens... you nearly scream as your body releases your built up pleasure

>Now this particular release causes Anonymous to stop...

>When you're finally able to comprehend real life the only thing you can focus upon is how blurry your vision had become, how tired your body is, and the smell of your heated sex...

>Anonymous' voice sounds so far away...

Anon: Wow...I didn't think p0nies could do... that's an odd color...

>When this....particular release ends...your exhausted mind and body can no longer keep you standing.

>You collapse in Anon's lap and let sweet sleep overtake you.

>You wake the next morning smelling of blue berries

>You open an eye and look over yourself

>You smile to yourself when you realize that after you passed out last night Anonymous was kind enough to wash you.

>You look to find him sleeping peacefully next to you.

>You lean in and plant a soft, gentle kiss upon his lips.

>You wouldn't mind simply going back to sleep

>But you know you have to meet with that stage lighting and music pony at some point today

>A sigh of annoyance escapes you

>Why can't you just take a day to enjoy yourself?

>After all, you haven't been with a p0ny like you've been with Anon here in a while

>You should be making him treat you to dinner!

>He should be buying you delicious flowers!

>Then you need to enforce more massages and belly rubs.

>Instead the two of you are forced to work.

>Trixie: Hmph!

>Oh well, you'll have time to make Anonymous do those things, after all it's not like he's going anywhere after your performance.

>Now, what to do....

 

>A:Go back to sleep

>B:Wake up Anonymous and make him make you breakfast.

>C:Get yourself dressed and ready to start the day, let Anonymous sleep

 

(C was chosen)

 

>Since Anonymous was such a good...assistant last night you're going to let him sleep

>You quietly slip out of bed and out of your bedroom

>When you enter the kitchen you turn to the front door and find your hat and cape on the coat rack by the door

>You try to concentrate on a levitation spell so you can bring your items over to you but pain spreads throughout your skull causing you to wince

>Anonymous' horn job must have drained you of your magic... it might be a while before you're able to cast a spell

>At least he wouldn't ask you to train up your magics for today

>Instead of levitating your hat and cape you instead walk over and dress yourself.

>After that you decide you're going to just make a couple of daisy sandwiches for breakfast

>When you make your meal and finish you head in to your bathroom, freshen up, and head back in to your room to find Anonymous dead asleep.

>You kind of want to keep letting him sleep but the pony you're supposed to meet may be waiting at the Royal Casino already.

>Suddenly a knock at your wagon door calls your attention.

>You wonder who could be at your door this early in the morning

>With curiosity guiding your actions you leave your bedroom and head over to your front door.

>You part the curtains covering your front door's window to find

>Filthy Rich

>He gives you a smile when he sees you

>You open the door to greet him with your stage persona of course.

>Trixie: Rich, what are you doing at Trixie's Wagon this early in the morning?

>Filthy: But Ms. Trixie, it's almost noon.

>Well didn't somep0ny oversleep?

>You assume it's because Anonymous is a huge flank face because he wanted to make you pass out.

>Damn him and his dexterous hands...

>Filthy continues

>Filthy: We have three p0nies eagerly awaiting you back at my casino.

>Trixie: Who did you find?

>Filthy: We found the number one DJ in Manehattan, Vinyl Scratch. That mare knows how to make a show.

>Trixie: Okay... who else?

>Filthy: We managed to get an orchestra from all the way in Canterlot. A mare by the name of Octavia is speaking on behalf of her fellow band mates.

>Trixie: Sounds interesting...now who's the last one?

>Filthy: Two...traveling sales p0nies. The Flim Flam Brothers. They've even gone and invented a machine that not only makes music, but can produce its own lighting for the show!

>Filthy seems eager to show you what his bits are capable of getting

>That last one doesn't sound too appealing but you might as well give them a fair shot.

>There is one problem though

>Anonymous is still asleep

 

>A:>"Trixie should tell Filthy to buck off. Trixie and Anonymous will be at the Casino when we are good and ready!"

>B:>"Trixie must make something for Anonymous before leaving. He will catch up after he eats."

>C:>"Trixie will go with Filthy Rich now, whether Anon knows your whereabouts or not is of no conern to her!"

>D:>"Trixie shall wake up Anonymous now and make him get his lazy flank in gear! We have common ponies to sift through!"

 

(d was chosen)

 

>You suppose you'll get him up.

>After all he's going to want to meet these potential ponies as well.

>Trixie: Give Trixie a moment.

>Filthy nods and you trot back to your bedroom.

>You shake Anonymous and after a moment he wakes

>Trixie: Finally, it's almost noon, Filthy's here, and he has p0nies lined up for us to interview.

>That helps get rid of whatever fatigue Anonymous was feeling from just waking up

>He nearly leaps out of bed

Anon: Alright let me get dressed and we'll go.

>You nod and leave the room, leaving Anon to his own devices.

>You rejoin Filthy and wait

>Five minutes later Anonymous comes out dressed in a black suit.

>He still isn't finished dressing himself but you've wasted enough time waiting

>The three of you set out for the Casino while Anonymous buttons up his white undershirt and adjusts his red tie.

>He seems presentable when your little group finally arrives outside of the Royal Casino

>Upon entering the main floor of the casino you find a crowd of p0nies gathered at the right side of the dining area of the casino

>Your potential talent is probably there.

>A small monolith-like metal contraption looms over the p0nies

>It stands at the left of the table they're gathered around

>You assume that's the machine Filthy was telling you about.

>That...thing is a few feet taller than Anonymous

>Filthy: Well there they are, good luck you two.

>And with that Filthy trots off in some random direction to take care of...whatever it is he takes care of.

>You and Anonymous approach the crowd of p0nies and they part for you

>Their parting catches the attention of the p0nies you're here to see.

>The four of them look your way.

>When they see you approach the twin unicorns wave.

>Judging by their red and white streaked mane's and half apple cutie marks you discern the two of them to be the Flim Flam Brothers

>You can tell that from just their smiles that they'll probably try to suck up to you in order to get you to choose them.

>Then comes the white unicorn with her electric blue mane. She moves her goggles down to look upon the two of you with her blood red eyes.

>That's Vinyl Scratch if you're going off of appearances.

>To see such eyes comes as a surprise to you, but it's not as if you're afraid you're just curious.

>Is red her natural eye color or is she using magic to make them that way?

>Either way... when you see her eyeing your assistant like a piece of meat, and when she winks at him you give her a glare that would make Discord himself be filled with fear.

>The unicorn gulps nervously before pulling her goggles back up over her eyes. The fourth p0ny there sighs before shaking her head.

>This earth p0ny appeared to have a dark gray mane and tail, a light gray coat and light purple eyes,

>Unlike the Flim Flam brothers who seemed to give off the feeling of a couple of con artists, or the white whorse she seems to carry herself with an air of dignity.

>Her mannerisms reminded you of the p0nies you performed for in Canterlot... and you're not too big of a fan of Canterlot p0nies...

>They have a tendency to see themselves above everyp0ny else..

>You and Anonymous take your seats.

>You sit next to the canterlot p0ny... Octavia if you remember correctly

>Anonymous sits next to the whorse Vinyl Scratch.

>Even from behind the goggles you can tell she's looking between you and him nervously.

>Your face remains neutral but inside you're giggling like a school filly

>It's good to know you can come off as intimidating

>The whorse is the first to start off with the introductions

>Vinyl: Suuuup? If you guys can't already tell by my awesome goggles and plot mark I'm Vinyl Scratch.

>The two brothers speak simultaneously

>Flim & Flam: We're the Flim Flam brothers! Inventors of the patented Music Maker 4000!

>The two point towards the monolith next to Anonymous.

>Octavia clears her throat daintily before speaking in a dignified tone

>Octavia: Octavia of the Canterlot Orchestra, charmed I'm sure.

>She closes her eyes, her chin rises slightly, and she offers you one of her front hooves.

>You begrudgingly shake her hoof. You have no idea how you're able to do that.

>And judging by Anonymous' staring he can't either

>You chalk it up to magic like every other thing that doesn't make sense around here.

>You decide you're going to introduce Anonymous since he'd probably come off as an idiot

>Trixie: And as I'm sure you're aware this is the Wonderful and Amazing Anonymous. He's a little... special you may have to speak slowly.

>Anonymous points to you and speaks before you can introduce yourself.

Anon: And that's the Great and Powerful Pain in My Ass.

>Vinyl laughs, as do the Flim Flam Brothers.

>Octavia looks between you and Anonymous before shaking her head in disappointment

>You're not too bothered by that

>Who bucking cares what she thinks? She's here to impress you, not the other way around.

>That reminds you, should you just go ahead and make your choice now and cut out the time you'll be spending with them

>Or should you give each of them a chance? After all, if you were to make a deicision now you probably wouldn't choose any of them.

>Con Artists

>Whorse

>Or Spoiled Canterlot P0ny

>Choices...

 

>A: Choose Vinyl now

>B: Choose Flim Flam Brothers now

>C: Choose Octavia now

>D: Take your time in getting to know them before making your choice

 

(D was chosen)

 

>You'll give them the benefit of the doubt

>Perhaps you'll find one of them tolerable enough to choose.

>You and Anonymous engage in small talk with your potential musical assistants.

>Anonymous talks to Vinyl and the Flim Flam Brothers while you get stuck with Octavia.

>From what you can gather it seems like Vinyl and Octavia both have been in the music business for a good number of years

>The Flim Flam brothers on the other hand have just recently gotten into the music business... like last week recent.

>They were able to build this monolith in that time and it apparently plays music.

Anon: Why don't you give us a little taste of what this thing can do?

>Anonymous points to the contraption after requesting

>Flim and Flam back and forth nervously before grouping up and speaking with one another.

>Both seem reluctant to turn on the machine for Anonymous

>Finally Flim decides to be the big brave stallion

>His horn begins to glow and the machine begins to glow with the same color as his magical aura.

>Suddenly music begins to play out of the monolith... at least you think it's music you don't know.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QodrSfsboFk

>That isn't music

>That isn't music at all. What is this?!

>Is someone strangling a cat?

>Flim and Flam notice not only your disapproval, but the disapproval of everyone that can hear this monstrosity.

>Flim tries to turn it off but the music only gets louder

>Electricity starts to spark from the machine and finally it stops playing

>Smoke rises from the top of the monolith

>Flim and Flam seem to shrink back from the glares of the Casino p0nies.

>Flim: Oh brother of mine... we should go...

>Flam: Yes!

>The two move faster than the naked eye can track

>Unfortunately they left their 'music' machine behind

>At least you weren't stupid enough to pick them

>To have something that plays garbage and breaks isn't something you want anyway

>That just leaves Octavia and Vinyl for you to choose between.

>Finally one of the Casino Waiters comes over to your table menus in hoof

>He passes them out to your group

>"It's on the house."

>Vinyl hoof pumps

>Vinyl: Yes!

>After the rest of you thank him the waiter departs

>So what do you want to eat for lunch?

 

>A: Daisy Sub Combo

>B: Casino Salad

>C: Filthy Rich Special

>D: Imitation Crab Meat and Cheest

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You ordered the Daisy Club Combo

>Anonymous and Vinyl got some imitation crab meat rolls

>And Octavia ordered a salad

>The waiter bows to the four of you before departing

>In order to help pass the time you and Anonymous spent your time speaking with your respective choices.

>Vinyl and Anonymous seemed to be cracking up at a joke he told

>You and Octavia get down to brass tact.

>Octavia has been playing the cello for a certain number of years

>She's been the top cellist in the Canterlot Orchestra ever since she became a part of it.

>She tells you about their conductor and her ability to properly set the mood on a whim without the need of music sheets

>Basically the Canterlot Orchestra can make a masterpiece out of nothing

>You have no idea what Vinyl brings to the table but it certainly seems like Octavia beats Vinyl in the skill department.

>Though, you have to say, Octavia is a bit arrogant.

>Then again most Canterlot ponies are.

>Vinyl over there seems to be a hoot.

>Though you don't like how comfortable the two seem to be getting

>Anonymous seems to be marveling at Vinyl's natural red eye color

>You feel this deep seated rage burning within you

>But you're not some hick trash pony you can keep your anger in check... sometimes...

>You ask Octavia if she knows Vinyl and Octavia looks away in disgust

>Oct: I have had the displeasure of knowing that mare yes.

>Trixie: Really? Where did the two of you meet? Trixie is curious

>Oct: We attended the same college, we were room mates.

>Vinyl's ears perk up at the mention of her name

>She and Anonymous stop conversing and instead join your conversation

>Vinyl: Yeah and I remember Ms. Prissy Pants over here being a snob.

>Oct: I was not being a snob, I am well cultured. A brute such as yourself would not understand.

>Vinyl: Brute?

>Oct: Yes, brute. Your 'parties' attest to the insult.

>Trixie: Hmm?

>Octavia turns to you then points to Vinyl

>Oct: That mare never slept! She'd keep me up all night with her wild parties and terrible music.

>Vinyl's jaw drops before her eyes twist into fury

>Vinyl: Terrible music?! How dare you insult my wubs! At least my music can get ponies moving. Your boring garbage puts everyone to sleep!

>Octavia sighs before rolling her eyes

>Oct: I shall insult your *ahem* 'wubs' in any way I see fit. As for my melodies they are not boring, they are for ponies who have a taste for quality music. Your new age filth cannot compare.

>Vinyl smirks, her anger seemingly evaporated

>Vinyl: You're calling my music filthy? I guess that means you and my music have something in common, except you get trashy after a single sip of Applejack Daniels.

>You see Octavia's eye twitch

>Vinyl's smile gets bigger

>Vinyl: Oh I remember that night just fine, this mare's a little whorse. She had all the stallions at that party.

>Oct: How dare you make up such rubbish?!

>Vinyl: How dare I? I didn't make you drink. You were stressed about a test, me being a caring friend, offered you a drink to loosen up. I didn't think you'd loosen up THAT much. Besides you're only calling it rubbish cause you can't remember a bucking thing.

"How loose we talkin?"

>Vinyl turns to Anon

>Vinyl: Ever heard of the old adage 'Throwing a hot dog down a hallway?' I swear if you shout into Octavia's plot you'll hear an echo.

>The two burst out into fits of laughter

>You don't find it amusing

>Octavia's face flushes a bright red before she stares daggers at Vinyl

>Well then... time to change topics!

>Trixie: Ahem... uh.... how about those uh... Wonderbolts?

>No one seems to be listening to you.

>Anon and Vinyl are still laughing while Octavia is gritting her teeth

>You turn to Anonymous, if he stops laughing Vinyl will in turn.

>Trixie: Anonymous shut it.

>He turns to you wiping away tears

"What why?"

>You glare before pointing to Octavia

>Anonymous sees just how angry the Orchestral mare is getting and he promptly stops

>Vinyl keeps going for a little bit, but when she sees no one else is laughing she stops as well

>There, now that that bit is over with maybe you can get to another question or something?

>Before you can open your mouth to say anything the waiter comes back with the food in tow

>He sets out your plates and water before departing yet again

>The four of you eat on in relative silence

>Though no one is saying anything you can feel this air of anger coming off of the two music ponies.

>They occasionally cast a glare at each other while eating

>If Vinyl doesn't pull her act together you're going to end up kicking her out of the running

>Same goes for Octavia. The two are easily provoked.

>And you don't want to hear all of their dirty little secrets from college life

>Anonymous seems to notice their anger as well

>When he finishes eating he gives the group a suggestion

"How about we all... uh... go back to the wagon after this? We got some drinks and a hot tub. It'd be a chance for everyp0ny to relax and enjoy themselves? Don't feel pressured or anything, but I can't help but feel that everyone is pissed."

>Octavia doesn't seem to like that idea

>Anonymous notices that

"You don't have to drink liquor we got more than that, but a hot tub doesn't sound that bad does it?"

 

>A:Go with Anon's suggestion

>B:See if there's a show going on in Las Pegasus

>C:Go to a strip club

>D:Go for a stroll around Las Pegasus

>E:Play some poker with Anon, Vinyl, and Octavia

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You've decided to go with Anonymous' suggestion.

>Maybe a little booze will loosen everyone up

>Perhaps it'll get Vinyl and Octavia to stop harassing each other

>Besides they're probably only doing this out of nervousness anyway

>You're sure both wish to perform in a show that both Princesses will be watching.

>With that in mind you, Anon, Vinyl, and Octavia leave for your wagon

>But before you go you're sure to have Anon leave a few bits for the waiter

>A few minutes pass in silence as the four of you make your way to the parking area

>When your wagon comes into view Vinyl throws a hoof into the air and let's out a joyous shout

>Octavia doesn't seem to be as open about this.

>You know this probably isn't the cellist's favorite thing to do but then again why would you care?

>She's the one who came to you after Filthy's proposition, you didn't go to her

>If Octavia doesn't like it she's free to leave you won't stop her

>It doesn't take long for Anon to open the door and lead your group inside

>Vinyl seems to enjoy your interior while Octavia turns her nose up to it

>The longer you spend time with the cellist the more you're becoming inclined to go with Vinyl

>Yes despite the way she was looking at your Anon you might just choose her over Octavia

>You can only take snobbish actions for so long

>Anonymous leads the four of you to your bathroom and to your hot tub.

>As you and the two other mares wait for the water to heat up Anonymous leaves the bathroom to prepare your bottles of booze

>Well... booze for you and Vinyl and some water for Octavia

>Mare isn't going to get drunk, sounds professional to you.

>One point for the cellist. Too bad Vinyl seems happy as can be to get some liquor into her body

>Damn rave ponies...

>As the three of you wait on the water and Anonymous you realize that this is the first time you've been alone with the two of them.

>This could be your chance to get to know Vinyl, perhaps she's not as bad as you think

 

>A:Stand in silence

>B:Strike up a conversation with vinyl

>C:strike up a conversation with octavia

>D:go help Anon gather the drinks

 

(B was chosen)

 

>Trixie: So... Vinyl?

>Vinyl turns to you, her attention finally stolen away from the slow bubbling of the hot tub waters

>Vinyl: Yeah sup?

>Trixie: Tell me, why do you want to take this job?

>Vinyl: Oh that's an easy one. I wanna show the Princesses what new age music sounds like. Let em get a taste of awesome ya know? Besides I think your show would do good with a few wubs.

>Trixie: Oh really?

>Vinyl: Yeah, get them ponies really into your shows. Wow em with your magic while I wow em with my music. Me and a few of my buddies saw one of your shows in Manehattan and let me tell ya... my music, your performance, perfect syncro...syn...synim...

>Octavia sighs before shaking her head

>Oct: She means synchronization.

>Vinyl point to Octavia

>Vinyl: Yeah that word.

>Well, Vinyl seems confident that her music will do the trick. You already know Octavia is thinking the same thing about her music.

>She told you that she wanted to make your performance elegant and breathtaking.

>Judging by what you know of the Canterlot Symphony Octavia and her band mates are more than capable of doing just that.

>But the new age music is all the rage nowadays. Even though it sounds like nothing more than random noises in repetition it might just draw a larger crowd....

>Why does this have to be so difficult?!

>Your thoughts are interrupted by Anonymous when he walks into the bathroom.

>You see he's carrying multiple bottles of Applejack Daniels, Orange Family Vodka, and of course water in his hands.

>Now remember Trixie... do NOT pass out in the hot tub again...

>One bottle of Applejack Daniels and thirty minutes later you're feeling much better than you did back at the Casino.

>You're sure Anon and Vinyl share your sentiment. Just like in the casino the two are sharing stories and laughing all the while.

>Octavia seems to be silently eyeing the two as they enjoy themselves

>Oct: Brutes...

>Despite Octavia saying that quietly Vinyl's ears perk up to Octavia's insult.

>Vinyl turns to Octavia and removes her goggles

>You can see the anger in Vinyl's blood red eyes

>Vinyl: You're just jealous cause nop0ny wants to hang out with your stuffy flank!

>Octavia: Excuse me?!

>Vinyl: Yeah you heard me! You're so dull and boring no wonder nop0ny likes being around you.

>Octavia's eye twitches

>Octavia: The only ponies I like to keep company with are those of the higher class... you know ones that don't drain bottles of liquor like water? Respectable ponies?

>Vinyl growls

>Vinyl: I think you need to lighten up!

>Vinyl's horn begins to glow and a bottle of Orange Family Vodka floats in front of Octavia's face

>Octavia: Vinyl what are yo-

>Her voice is cut off when the Vodka top is opened and aimed at Octavia's mouth

>Vodka fires out in a compressed stream and into Octavia's maw

>Octavia pulls away coughing furiously she holds up a hoof to block the stream of liquor from hitting her

>Anonymous flicks Vinyl's horn, causing her to lose the hold on the bottle.

>It hits the hot tub and sinks below the surface... such a waste...

"Vinyl what the hell is wrong with you, you don't just do things like that!"

>Vinyl: I'm sorry I couldn't help it she just pisses me off!

>Octavia's coughing fit starts to die down

"Hey Octavia you okay?"

>Seems like he's forgotten all about being insulted by that mare just a minute before.

>Octavia: *cough* Yeah I'm *wheeze* fine... oh... oh my...

>Octavia's eyes go half lidded and you see a line of blush along her cheeks

>Octavia: I feel... so... warm.

>Vinyl: Heh lightweight.

>No kidding, Octavia probably spat out more than she drank so there's no way she should...

>Octavia let's out a drunken hiccup

>Okay maybe there is a way.

>Octavia: That... that wasn't very nice Vinyl..

>Before Vinyl can respond Octavia's front hooves move in a blur

>Suddenly the bottle in Vinyl's hand disappears.

>Vinyl looks to her now empty hooves in surprise

>Vinyl: Dude what?!

>The three of you look to find Octavia now downing a bottle of Applejack Daniels.

>She sighs happily when a third of it's contents have been consumed

"Vinyl what did you do?"

>Vinyl: I think I've made a monster...

>Trixie: Good job...

>Octavia looks between the three of you

>Octavia: Why *hic* why are you all st... staring at me like that? Where's the beats?!

>It's hard to make out what she's saying from her slurred speech but you think she's asking for music

>She takes another swig of the bottle while the rest of you sit and watch her in silence

>Vinyl: Uh... Tavi?

>Octavia shoots Vinyl a drunken smile while drinking

>Some of its contents ends up running down the cellist's chin

>She wipes her mouth off before acknowledging Vinyl

>Octavia: Yeeees?

>Vinyl: Want some music?

>Octavia: Yeeeeeees. But none of yours *hic* it... it sucks...

>Vinyl floats over to Octavia

>Vinyl: What the hay even with booze you're still a cunt!

>Octavia stares at Vinyl silently

>Vinyl: Can't find anything to say now?! Huh?

>Octavia: You have beau *hic* tiful eyes.

>Vinyl's taken aback by Octavia's statement

>Vinyl opens her mouth to react but before she can Octavia leans forward and plants her lips onto the DJ's.

>Vinyl's eyes widen in shock and she ends up pulling away from Octavia

>Or at least trying to, Octavia puts her front hooves onto Vinyl's withers and keeps her in place

>You and Anon watch on in silence as Octavia deepens the kiss

>Anon's mouth hangs open in shock

>Vinyl wasn't lying when she said Octavia was a bit of a loose mare when she got the booze

>After what felt like an eternity Vinyl manages to pry herself away from Octavia

>She wipes off the saliva collected from the sloppy drunken kiss

>Vinyl: What was that?!

>Octavia winks before going back to her booze.

>She pulls away the bottle after half of the contents are gone

>Octavia: Y..you're next monkey man...

>And now somep0ny's done struck a nerve

"I don't think so miss... I'm kinda with Trixie here."

>Anonymous points to you and you shoot Octavia a cocky grin.

>Octavia waves a hoof dismissively

>Oct: Nonsense *hic* Anonymous... a common show mare d...doesn't hold up to a p.. pony of my *hic* stature.

>Vinyl seems to be trying to remedy the situation

>Vinyl: Uh... Trixie... yeah this is my fault this is the liquor talking....

>Unfortunately it's a little too late for that

>Octavia calling you a show mare was making your anger reach it's peak

>You manage to maintain a neutral expression for the sake of professionalism

>Octavia was nice and had proper manners before Vinyl forced alcohol down her throat

>And now Octavia's drunken shenanigans is getting on your nerves

>You REALLY didn't like what she just tried to pull.

>But you do have to make a choice

>It's either one of them or no music whatsoever...

>You practice deep breathing exercises in order to maintain the illusion of you not being angry

>Make your choice Trixie...

 

>A: Vinyl

>B: Octavia

 

(A was chosen)

 

>This decision is much harder than you would have thought.

>The choice itself takes you a good half an hour to make

>If only you were allowed more time

>Unfortunately with your performance only being a few days away that's a luxury you don't have

>Octavia's face seems to turn a sickly green color

>Vinyl: Oh lord here we go

>Octavia scrambles out of the hot tub and over to the toilet

>Oct; BLLLLLLLAAAAARRRGH!

>She vomits into the toilet bowl

>Despite the fact that Octavia is in the condition she's in because of Vinyl

>She isn't going to be your choice

>You've decided that new age music will be the music you'll be using.

>You'll wait until tomorrow though before saying anything.

>You spend the rest of the night sharing small talk with Vinyl while Octavia hovers over the porcelain.

>You give Vinyl and Octavia the guest room while you and Anon take your room.

>Hopefully Vinyl and Octavia will not notice the 'love stains' in the floor

>You should have cleaned that up... well Anon should have anyways.

>As Anon wraps his arms around you and pulls you close you sigh happily

>Tonight despite Vinyl and Octavia's back and forth... wasn't that bad of a night.

>Next day...

>You wake up to find Anon gone.

>Probably making breakfast or cleaning up

>You get out of bed and make your way out into the hallway to find Vinyl looking into your bathroom.

>Odd... what could be...

>You trot over to Vinyl and look inside to find Anon with a mop and bucket

>He's cleaning up the mess... oh my Octavia left quite a mess.

>You were a bit... tipsy so you have no idea just how much damage had been done

>Octavia missed the toilet completely...

>Vomit... everywhere...

>You cringe in disgust

>Trixie; That's disgusting...

"Yeah it is. Want to help?"

>You laugh in response

"Thought so... "

>Vinyl: Yeah... and guys... Octavia left. She remembered what she did... she was so embarrassed she left as soon as she woke up.

>Trixie: That's fine by Trixie. She has chosen you regardless. Octavia has only done Trixie a favor.

>Vinyl hoof pumps in victory

>Vinyl: Aww yeah! I promise you guys are totally going to love the music.

>Trixie: Trixie hopes so... after all your reputation is at stake. It'd be a shame if the Princesses didn't like your music.

>Vinyl: Yeah... no pressure!

>Vinyl looks around nervously.

>So what are you going to do today?

 

>A: Nothing

>B: Practice Magic

>C: Practice Routine

 

(A was chosen)

 

>You spend the day doing nothing more than what you did yesterday.

>You sift through a few books

>You chat with Vinyl

>Anonymous cleans up the entire bathroom

>Overall a non productive day

>Perhaps it may have been wise to get more practice in but whatever you can afford a break

>When nightfall comes Vinyl takes her leave to go work on her music

>You and Anon go to bed rather early tonight

>Next day. You have only one more day before the fated performance.

>The two of you wake up when the sun rises

>Today you need to accomplish something

>You remember Diamond Tiara being a whiny cunt insisting that she see the show before everyone else

>But you don't really care about her, she holds no importance in your eyes

>So what are you going to do today?

 

>A:Go to Filthy Rich's Casino and perform for DT

>B:Stay in your wagon and practice magic

>C:Spend the day in your wagon just you and Anon

>D:Go about the city with Anon

>E:Go about the city alone

 

(B was chosen)

 

>Unfortunately for Diamond Tiara she's not going to see a Celestia-damned thing

>You know you're going to have to practice just a little bit more.

>After all, you cannot afford mistakes for tomorrow

>Anonymous agrees wholeheartedly. So after breakfast you get started.

>Today you pour your entire being into this practice

>You just have to be ready. No screw ups, no nervousness, no hold back.

>You wow Anonymous with your abilities

>He needs to take some of the credit though. Without him none of this would have been possible.

>You smile to yourself as you watch him watch the effects of your magic in awe

>You spend a good eight hours practicing each and every spell you'll be using for tomorrow night's performance.

>Admittedly when dinner rolls around you were... quite famished

>You ravaged the salad sandwiches Anonymous made for you

>All six of them... by the time you plate was cleaned you were feeling... pretty stuffed.

>Anonymous hadn't even finished his meal yet

>He stares at you in mid bite with eyes as wide as saucers

>He sets his sandwich back on his plate

"So... you were hungry huh?"

>You can only nod in response

"Well I hope you don't get like that after your show. I'm sure the Princesses are going to want to talk after all is said and done."

>Well doesn't that just add on to what's going to be an interesting night?

>Thanks to your practice sleep comes easy for you

>You and Anonymous wake up the next afternoon... oh dear you slept in quite a bit

>It's around noon... and it's the day of your performance... there's still a lot that needs to be done

>You wake up Anon and the two of you take care of your morning... now afternoon routines.

>While en route to the casino you and Anonymous start discussing what props is going to be set where.

>You have seven hours to complete your task of setting up the stage.

>As you near the casino you see a large line leading out into the streets.

>Ponies line the block... and two of the adjacent blocks

>You can feel nervousness welling up inside of you but you manage to maintain a calm demeanor

>If you start freaking out now you might as well kiss your chance at fame goodbye

>It may have been best to go about the city while you were here so you could get used to the large crowds

>Oh well, you'll wing it and if you so happen to get nervous you have Anon to back you up

>Everything should be fine

>So why are you sweating? Stop sweating!

>You find yourself walking behind Anon rather than next to him

>Unfortunately that doesn't stop the ponies in line from spotting you

>"There she is!"

>"It's Trixie!"

>"Can I get an autograph?"

>"We love you Trixie!"

>Oh Celestia why?

>Anonymous turns around

"Come on Trixie your adoring fans await."

>Trixie: "Oh Trixie's fine thank you. She'd like to go inside the casino please."

>Anonymous gives you a disapproving look.

"That's no good Trixie. You're going to be-"

>You cut him off

>Trixie: Performing in front of everyp0ny? She knows.

>You shiver. There goes calm... right out the window.

>Anonymous sees that this is bothering you so he helps break apart the gathering crowd so you can get into the casino.

>And inside it seems to be even more packed then outside

>Ponies stand wither to wither in the waiting area

>Cameras are going off everywhere around you

>A few here and there are fine

>But with this many... it's blinding

>Without Anonymous guiding you via your cape you would be struck blind in the crowds.

>Eventually he leads you to the theater where the stage awaits. There are a dozen bouncer ponies guarding the entrance.

>Luckily they're doing a good job at keeping the other ponies away.

>As you and Anonymous near the stage you find Filthy Rich and a very angry Diamond Tiara

>The little filly calls out the to of you

>DT: You were supposed to be here yesterday for my show!

>FR: Now now pumpkin the two of them had to practice for tonight... would you rather them perform for you and mess something up, or perform tonight with perfection?

>Filthy seems to have set the bar a little high for you

>Diamond Tiara groans

>DT: I guess so... but I still don't like having to watch with everyp0ny else!

>You and Anonymous get onto the stage

>Luckily Filthy managed to diffuse the situation with the spoiled filly before things went too far.

>That helps to keep your anger in check. You're happy to find Vinyl hard at work on a turntable set to the left of the stage.

>You spot your props back stage

>Looks like Filthy got everything you needed for tonight

>That's great. You're getting music, you're getting support, and everything is going to be in order.

>So why can't you shake the growing fear of performing in front of a huge crowd?

>Probably because you've never had to do that before

>You sigh deeply, tonight is going to be a rough night.

 

>A: Skip to performance

>B: Fill in gaps before performance

 

(B was chosen)

 

>Six hours remain until the show tonight.

>You spend it going over what you're going to do for tonight.

>Luckily Thunderlane, Lyra, and Gilda show up.

>You show them the seats where they'll be sitting at and you make a mental note to remember where they sit.

>Vinyl gives you a small taste of what she's got planned

>It sounds good... at least to Anonymous it does

>You're not as big of a fan, to you it's little more than noise

>But if it's what the younger generation is into nowadays...

>Five hours remain until tonight's show

>The ponies who've paid for their tickets in advance are getting to meet you and Anonymous before the show

>You and Anon shake a few hooves, answer a few questions, and pose for a few pictures with them.

>All in all you manage to kill yet another hour with mingling with the small crowd.

>Four hours remain...

>You're starting to pace back and forth along the stage

>Anonymous is busy talking to Filthy Rich about something

>You have no idea what you're nerves are too busy eating away at you

>More ponies are starting to fill the seats though not many

>There's maybe one hundred ponies in total right now

>You see Diamond Tiara and another filly playing in one of the private balconies

>Other than that you're not doing much of anything else.

>Three hours remain...

>You're busy inspecting the equipment with Anonymous and a few tech ponies

>So far everything seems to be in order

>Nothing's warped, everything well lubricated so there'll be no echoing squeaks, nothing seems cheaply made or thrown together.

>Though the rings you were going to use might be a little risky.

>They might not hold Anonymous' weight.

>Anon insists it'll be fine but do you want to take that risk?

>Two hours remain...

>The crowds are coming in to claim their seats early and you're busy watching them sift through the various seats around the theater

>You and Anonymous are to remain backstage for the duration of the wait.

>You take this time to eat and use the restroom, as does Anon.

>There won't be time for breaks. There is no intermission planned for your act.

>Tonight you'll be going in full force without a break

>Can you handle it? You had better...

>Anonymous has the utmost confidence in you...

>He spends his time pepping you up, reassuring you that you'll be fine

>Vinyl is testing her sound equipment to make sure everything's in working order.

>They've moved her and her equipment in front of the stage so that way you and Anonymous will have the entire stage to work with.

>You peek out from behind the curtain to look over Vinyl's equipment.

>You see various nobs, dials, switches, and records set along an enormous turntable.

>That thing has to be five yards in length at least... how is she going to be operating all of that?

>Oh magic... that's right.

>Vinyl seems to be drooling over her equipment... you've seen her nuzzle it once or twice while calling it her "Baby."

>You'll never understand this DJ and her love for music.

>One hour remains....

>You can't do this you can't do this!

>You're entire body is shaking with fright

>You keep rechecking yourself in the mirror

>Everything is in place

>Your mane is beautiful there isn't a strand out of place

>Your cape is without a wrinkle, your hat is retaining it's look

>It doesn't matter how great everything seems... you're still damn nervous

>Anonymous has been spending his time massaging your withers in hopes of calming you down

>It's helping... slightly...

"Trixie you need to calm down. This'll be a cakewalk for you."

>Trixie: "NO IT WON'T!"

>Anonymous seems taken aback from your shouting

>Trixie: "Stop saying that! This is going to be my... our most challenging show yet and you expect me to be calm?!:"

>You rush over to the bathroom mirror to check over yourself yet again

>Anonymous is right behind you

>He takes a seat next to you and drapes an arm over you

>Trixie: "How...?"

"How what?"

>Trixie: "How are you so calm about all of this? You don't seem to be breaking down at all..."

>He takes a deep breath before looking at you via the mirror

>You take a look... a real good look

>There are bags under his eyes. It looks like he hasn't been getting that much sleep lately

>You've been spending so much time worrying about you that you haven't taken him into account.

>He looks awful... finally he speaks.

"Listen... I'm nervous too... but I'm not going to let it control me. I can't... if I do I'll mess up and I'll be out of a job. I just think about what I'm going to do and I do it."

>He gets to his feet and leans over the sink. He turns the knobs and starts washing his hands.

"I... I tune out the crowds and I focus upon what I'm doing... when I perform a stunt or trick I do it for myself not my audience... I don't need to prove anything to them at least that's my mindset. I have to prove to myself that I can do it. That my training has paid off. If I've accomplished something then great, the audience loving what I'm doing is an added bonus."

>You're starting to understand where Anonymous is coming from... you think.

"You have to realize that when you're out there. Whatever you do is for you, not for them... when you realize that you will be so focused upon what you're doing you won't even realize anyone is out there..."

>A tech pony comes into the bathroom.

>"Five minutes till showtime you two."

"Ready?"

 

 

>A:Yes

>B:NO

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Ready as you'll ever be you guess.

>You sigh to yourself before shaking off whatever bits of doubt and nervousness still remain

>It doesn't work at all, oh well you'll just have to work through it

>You head out of the restroom and over to the left side of the stage

>You're behind the curtain... you can hear the audience chatting among themselves

>You can hear the crowd begin to cheer, you believe the Princesses have finally made their appearance

>"It's Celestia! Get a picture!'

>Yeah that pretty much confirms your suspicions.

>You can hear the sounds of shutters as ponies in the audience begin to take pictures.

>One of the officials behind stage give you your signal to begin the intro

>You sigh to yourself as your horn begins to glow, your body does so in turn.

 

>A: Trixie's Intro

>B: Anon's Intro

>C: Unique Intro

 

(C was chosen)

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAoH11si_M4 (0:00 - 0:35)

>The music begins. Vinyl starts off with a soft repetitive beat with a few keystrokes of a piano mixed in.

>It's not as bad as you thought it was going to be. In fact... it's actually able to help you concentrate.

>You feel yourself begin to break apart from your magic

>Bit by bit, piece by piece your body dissolves into a mess of thousands of multi-colored particles.

>Vinyl speaks into the microphone, a smile plastered on her face.

>Vinyl: Are you ponies excited? Let me hear it!

>The ponies respond with a loud cheer and the stomping of hooves

>Their show of affection echoes throughout the auditorium nearly deafening everyp0ny to the music.

>Vinyl: If that's the case then boy are you ponies in for a treat tonight!

>As she speaks thousands of small orbs now float above the curtains and out into the crowd.

>Due to the only light coming from the spot lights illuminating the stage and Vinyl's stand your form is effectively lighting up the darkened area around the crowded seats.

>The crowd "ooos" and "aaahs" as you float around them a few ponies poke the orbs as they pass but that does nothing to deter the spell.

>Eventually the particles that make you culminate a few feet above the stage.

>The orbs sink into each other until only four larger ones remain

>As the music continues to play the orbs that are you change color in time with the music

>When you've effectively formed a square in the air the four orbs begin to spin in a clockwise pattern

>Slowly the orbs begin to build up speed as they begin to spin

>Soon you become a combination of streaked colors

>Then the spinning orbs unleash a torrent of multi-colored rain

>The rain is focused upon the center of the stage

>Like the orbs each individual droplet is a different glowing color

>A few ponies look on in dismay a few believe they're going to be drenched.

>But when they realize that not a single drop of "rain" is an actual liquid they calm down

>Vinyl: The Royal Casino proudly presents: A pony who hails from the city of Manehattan, a pony who's magic can wow and astound anyp0ny.... give it up for....

>As the "rain" continues to fall, it slowly starts to form you

>First your hooves, then your body, the neck comes next... when your head, cape, and hat are fully formed you breathe a sigh of relief.

>Vinyl: ...The Great and Powerful Trixie!

>You take a bow and the crowd erupts in a stomping ovation yet again

>A few whistle and cheer loudly while others simply watch in awe.

>Needless to say that one spell took a bit out of you so you take this time to pace around the stage

>You look at the crowd... and realize that there really are a lot of ponies

>The music's stopped and when the enthusiasm dies down silence reigns supreme

>The only sound made is the clopping of your hooves as you pace and look at the audience

>You can feel your nervousness beginning to swell from within, a lump in your throat begins to form

>It only gets worse when your eyes cast up to find both Luna and Celestia watching intently.

>You keep your fake smile on though for the crowd.

>You should be eating this up... but this fleeting feeling from within your chest prevents you from doing so

>Just introduce Anonymous and get to the next trick... that's all you have to do right now.

>Or you could engage the crowd for a moment

>What are you going to do?

 

>A: Engage the Crowd

>B: Introduce Anonymous

 

(B was chosen)

 

>You decide it'd be best to just go on with the show.

>If you engage the audience now you'll probably stutter like a mad mare

>You sigh before giving the crowd another smile

>Trixie: While Trixie may be great and powerful she cannot do it alone. It is HER pleasure to introduce you fine ponies to: The Wonderful and Amazing Anonymous!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EN3W9u6w46g (0:00-0:30)

>The music starts up yet again, as it starts to fade out for a quieter beat Anonymous is lowered in.

>You look up to see Anonymous hanging upside down on a single metal ring

>The ring itself is on fire, but the fire isn't a real one. It's made to look real though... and it's quite convincing

>His feet hold strong as he's lowered when the ring comes to a stop you take a few steps to your right so you're not where he's going to land.

>You see Anonymous is carrying two lit torches, one in each hand.

>While upside down he spins both flaming torches within his hands

>It's a brilliant display of moving flames and light

>His eyes are covered by a blindfold for the entire duration of his "dance"

>His movements are graceful... none can match his talents

>the torches move around his front, under his arms, around his feet

>The fire streaks around him as if flaming comets were dancing around his person

>Both controlled by the masterful hands of Anon

>Suddenly Anonymous tosses them into the air above his feet

>He dismounts, performing a single front flip before landing upon the stage

>He turns to the crowd with a smile, his hands out above him

>The lit torches come spinning down... he catches them both without burning his hands.

>His blind self turns to the left... and you're not there.

>You clear your throat and Anonymous turns to you with a smarmy grin

>He did that on purpose... the crowd laughs as does he.

>Though they aren't laughing at him... at least you hope they aren't.

>Using your magic you disperse the flames and remove his blindfold.

>Anonymous wraps the blindfold around the two torches... before tossing them to the audience.

>A souvenir so a lucky pony remembers tonight... why didn't you think of something like that?

>A few earth ponies outstretch their hooves in hopes of catching them, but then multiple auras form around the torches

>Looks like the winner will be a unicorn... suddenly a golden aura wraps around the torches

>Or a Princess... the torches float up to the private balcony that Celestia and Luna are currently sitting at.

>Celestia grabs hold of them, undoes the blindfold, then passes a torch to Luna

>Celestia has a triumphant grin upon her face which shows for maybe a second before disappearing.

>Luna doesn't seem as amused about obtaining a torch as Celestia is.

>Oh well, her loss.

>Now, you just have to figure out what to do next.

>You have your routine set up to do just about everything you want to do.

>The order is up to you.

 

>A:Cutting a person in half trick

>B:Acrobatics trick

>C:Rabbit in a hat trick

>D:Fire Tricks

>E:Lighting Tricks

 

(E was chosen)

 

>Trixie: Trixie's first trick shall be a dangerous one. For Anonymous that is.

>Anonymous turns to you, his grin has gone from a confident one, to a nervous one.

"And just what did The Great and Powerful Trixie have in mind?"

>Trixie: Oh nothing major... just a simple trick with...

"With...?"

>Trixie: Lightning!

>Your horn begins to glow, and as it does, lightning erupts from the tip.

>Anonymous jumps back as do the ponies in the first row.

>Trixie: An untamed element of nature. One that appears within a flash. Such a destructive force! Can the Wonderful and Amazing Anonymous handle such a feat? We shall see.

>Anonymous seems to catch on to what trick the two of you are about to perform.

>Anonymous goes as far to the left side of the stage as possible

>You concentrate on the element you've grown accustomed to using thanks to your practicing

>A small orb of light is shot from your horn and it travels a good fifteen feet above you before stopping

>The orb warps and expands, soon the constantly moving element known as lightning begins to form under your magic

>Like webbing you make it branch out and extend until it's as intricate as a spider's web.

>You remember Anonymous describing to you what 'monkey bars' were and you decided to expand upon that idea.

>Now Anonymous will have bars of lightning with which to perform on

>Not a single strand of lightning is like the other, it's as if you're looking upon a kaleidoscope in design.

>Anonymous seems a little unsure considering he's never done something this intricate before

>But before you know it you're lowering your creation and he's latching onto a "bar."

>When you re-suspend it back into the air Anonymous gets to work.

>Anonymous maneuvers himself through the webbed lightning with cat like grace

>You've never seen anything like this before... you're almost entranced by the way his body moves like a fluid through your obstacle.

>You're so busy with watching him you almost forget the second part of the trick

>The lightning obstacle beings to spin with Anon still upon it.

>He's movements become slower but he's still going through just fine

>After a good ten minutes of him moving through the obstacle he dismounts

>His landing is a bit of a hit and miss. He manages to land on his feet but he stumbles

>Apparently he's a bit dizzy, not surprising.

>Still he manages to shake it off and pose for the audience

>The crowd erupts with stomping hooves

>You trot over to Anon, dismiss the obstacle, and the two of you bow.

>On to the next trick.

 

>A:Rabbit in the Hat trick

>B:Fire tricks

>C:disappearing act

>D:Cut somepony in half

 

(B was chosen)

 

>You smile to yourself before nodding and adjusting your hat to Anonymous

>That's your signal for his favorite stunt... his smile widens

>He loves fire, it's a bit of an unhealthy love, but it always kept you rolling in bits.

"May I?"

>You nod again

"Excuse me, front row... you might want to get back. It's gonna get a little hot."

>The ponies notice his evil smile and they heed his warning.

>The front row ponies get out of their seats and move back

>Vinyl looks upon the two of you nervously and you wave a hoof dismissively before turning to her turntables

>She didn't have any music for your lightning considering she didn't want to risk damaging her equipment, but fire is a different story for this mare.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-fhj30f3aJ0&feature=relmfu

>The next beat starts and Anonymous walks off stage to get his equipment.

>He comes back with the cornstarch and a new set of torches

>You can smell the fuel on his torches from here...

>When he places the cornstarch in his maw he motions for you to light his torches.

>When your horn begins to glow, and when the torches fire comes to light the ponies gasp

>Some seem content with just watching the flames as they dance over the torches

>But... Anon has a funny way of disrupting content ponies.

>He does this by breathing out the cornstarch

>The fire within both his torches flame out towards the audience

>The ones who got out of their seats were right to do so

>Anon's flames snake over to the seats

>A few feet more and a pony could have been walking out with singed fur

>When these columns of flames disperse Anon readies himself yet again

>This time when the fires emerge in two narrow streams of flame you come into play...

>The flames completely leave his torches and land in front of the front row chairs

>The flames do not disperse... instead they seem to elongate and split off into numerous snakes of flame

>The "heads" of each bit of flame turns into the head of a serpent.

>Their fiery fangs are apparent as the flames hiss towards the crowd of ponies

>A few of the peagsi take to the skies, the unicorns teleport on top of their chairs

>The earth ponies do nothing more than raise their hooves off of the ground as the flames come slithering by.

>There appears to be at least two fire snakes per each row within the audience

>The crowd is dead silent, they're too busy eyeing what they think to be monsters

>Oh you'll show them monsters, another spell is cast and each fire serpent sprouts their very own wings

>Some take to the skies while others remain slithering around chairs on the ground.

>What a lot of ponies find confusing is, instead of any of the serpents striking any of the ponies they instead slither and fly around them

>The ponies aren't taking any chances though and they move away as soon as a fire serpent gets too close for comfort

>Eventually you believe you've had your fun, as does Anonymous.

>The flame serpents fuse together into one large snake of flames

>It eyes Anonymous before unleashing a hiss

>It slithers onto the stage and wraps itself around Anonymous

>The flame serpent and Anonymous lock eyes for a few moments before the flames disperse and disappear

>When Anonymous bows the crowd of ponies realize that the trick is over

>When they return to their seats the enthusiastic reply to such a feat is a bit delayed

>But they stomp their ground with fervor all the same.

>Next trick.

 

>A:cut somepony in half

>B:disappearing act

>C:pony in a hat trick

 

(B was chosen)

 

>Trixie: Trixie requires a volunteer for this next one. Which pony has the courage to step up and be a part of Trixie's show?!

>Hundreds of hooves shoot into the air almost as if on cue

>That makes spotting Gilda, Lyra, and Thunderlane a near impossibility

>As you scan the crowd for one of the three your eyes glance up to find... that Princess Celestia is waving her hoof frantically.

>You swear you can see her saying "Oh oh oh oh up here pick me pick me!"

>Luna is shaking her head before looking away out of shame

>Eventually you point out into the audience

>Trixie: Lyra Heartstrings! Trixie sees you just fine!

>You hear a few ponies start to groan as Lyra trots to the stage

>She's got a huge smile on her face

>You find her looking over Anon as she gets on stage

>Yeah... this next trick will be pleasing for you

>You're going to make an Annoying unicorn disappear

>As she gets on stage she trots right up to Anonymous and sits

>Lyra: So guys what are we doing?

>You force a happy and respectful tone

>Trixie: Thank you so much for volunteering! Today you'll be the disappearing mare! Anonymous if you would please.

"Of course."

>Anonymous walks off stage and comes back later with a marble grey box big enough for a pony to step inside of.

>Lyra seems a little reluctant, but she knows what she signed up for

>With a reluctant gaze shot your way she trots into the box

>As the box closes you can't help but smile evilly

>Using your magic the box starts to levitate into the air

>Then it begins to spin in a counter clockwise motion

>It's slow at first... but the box begins to build speed

>Faster and faster it goes, when it stops nop0ny knows

>As the box spins it begins to glow in an eerie blue light

>The blue light grows brighter... and brighter.

>It's blinding to you and to those staring at it.

>Except for Vinyl of course, but that's because of the goggles.

>Suddenly the light dissipates as soon as it appeared.

>The box is gone... and where it ended up is unknown

>Seriously you have no idea where the box or Lyra went you just wanted them gone

>Oh this isn't good... you hope Lyra doesn't have any family

>Trixie: And there you have it! The disappearing mare!

>Your ovation isn't as pronounced as the others considering this trick was simple in nature

>Regardless you're still wondering just where Lyra could be...

>Your thoughts are interrupted when you see the air near Anonymous get sliced and torn open

>It's as if... it's as if somep0ny is tearing through reality itself.

>Suddenly you see Lyra step thruogh the tear in reality... but she's nothing like you saw her last

>One of her eyes is covered by an eye patch.

>A deep scar runs along the eye that's patched

>She's got patches of fur missing and there are various burns where the fur would be

>Her mane looks unkept... and her cutie mark is half gone, a serrated scar is cut along the middle of it.

>Lyra: How long was I gone for?

>Her voice is filled with malice

"Lyra... you were gone for thirty seconds."

>Lyra turns to Anonymous and yells

>Lyra: Where I was a decade passed!

"What did you even do there!?"

>Lyra: I stopped the Enclave and brought peace to the Capital Wasteland! I had the president's head on a rusty poll!

"What are you talking about?! Who did you kill? I don't understand!"

>Lyra: You don't have to understand Anon... well except for one thing...

>You watch as she trots over to Anonymous. She circles him much like a predator stalks its prey.

>Lyra: You, me, Trixie's wagon, tonight. I've waited ten years and I'm not waiting another day... those humans there... disgusting vagrants the lot of them. I wouldn't give them the time of day

>What...?

>She's ruining your performance and she now has the audacity to try to take your human!

>Lyra: Besides... none of them could move like you. That lightning stunt of yours... sent chills down my spine. It stuck with me for so long... I just gotta have a piece.

>Anonymous backs away slowly

"I uh... se...security?"

>Lyra smiles and her eyes go half lidded.

>Lyra: I'm all the security you'll need honey. I worked as a caravan guard for two years. One hundred confirmed kills.

>Her face seems to light up with joy when she mentions that.

>And you've heard enough. Lyra is enveloped in your magical aura and she's teleported out of the casino

>Your magic has taken her many miles out of Las Pegasus

>Hopefully she wont' be back until AFTER the performance

"Thank you..."

>He mouths the words "Damage Control" to you

>You gather your bearings and face the audience

>Trixie: And that was the disappearing, reappearing, and re-disappearing Lyra Heartstrings!

>You give the audience a forced smile and a pose

>You're given mixed signals of stomping and a lot of "what's" from the crowd.

>Probably your low point of the evening... but it could have been worse you guess.

>You haven't started running for the hills with tears in your eyes that's a good sign.

 

>A: Cut a Pony in Half

>B: Pony in a hat trick

 

(A was chosen)

 

>Your next trick shall have a pony being cut in half.

>Or more if your magic will allow it...

>Trixie: Trixie needs another volunteer!

>You have maybe a third of the ponies in the audience raising their hooves this time.

>That makes it easy to spot a certain pegasus

>Trixie: Thunderlane, if you would please?

>You point to where he's sitting and he's up on stage within a few seconds

>Wings help tremendously. He stands there ready for action.

>Anonymous heads back off-stage and he comes back with a rectangular box

>Thunderlane gulps when he sees the saw on top of the box

>Trixie: For Trixie's next trick, she shall saw this pegasus in half!

>A few ponies seem apprehensive at the thought

>But the majority cheer, eager to see your next trick

>When Anon positions the box in center stage Thunderlane trots around it

>It's as if he's inspecting it. Cute it's almost as if he knows what he's doing.

>After Thunderlane's "inspection" Anonymous opens the box and Thunderlane goes inside of it.

>When the box is closed Thunderlane looks to the crowd through the hole in the top of the box.

>His hind hooves stick out of the other side.

>Anonymous puts a padlock upon the latch of the box just to make sure Thunderlane can't escape.

>In reality it's nothing more than a scare factor... and it actually works on Thunderlane himself.

>What a pansy...

>You take the saw in your magical grip and flash the audience a smile.

>Trixie: And now fillies and gentlecolts we begin by cutting the pegasus from the waist

>The saw goes though the center of the box like a hot knife through butter

>Thunderlane's face contorts into pain, seems like he's milking the stunt a little.

>Trixie: But simply cutting him in half will not do. Oh no, not for The Great and Powerful Trixie.

>You force the saw to move around at break neck speeds

>It cuts through the box multiple times and at multiple angles

>When you feel there have been enough cuts made you use your magic to break apart, then lift each part of the box into the air.

>The ponies gasp when they see how many times the box has been cut

>They believe that it was only supposed to happen once

>Or that there were two individuals in the box now

>But there isn't... you really just cut Thunderlane into pieces

>Using the enchantment placed upon this box you're going "fix" Thunderlane

>Using your magic the pieces holding Thunderlane's parts start to spin in the air

>They spin together, creating a vortex of box pieces

>Suddenly Thunderlane's head disappears from view

>When you piece the box together upon center stage you have Anonymous remove the padlock

>Trixie: May Trixie present... the new and improved Thunderlane!

>You smile while pointing to the box

>Now you wait

>When Thunderlane stumbles out of the box he finds it hard to stand

>His tail is where his head should be

>His head is where his crotch should be

>A front and back leg replace his wings

>His wings are in the respective areas where he would be missing his legs

>And his... stallionhood appears to be in the center of his forehead

>So... he's a mismatched alicorn.

>Everyone in the crowd is dead silent

>The eyes of all view the monstrosity that is Thunderlane

>Suddenly you hear someone giggle

>Everyp0ny turns their attention to the private balcony that holds Luna and Celestia

>While Luna is staring with a slack jaw Celestia is having a giggling fit

>She can no longer contain her laughter

>She's laughing so hard she's having to hold on to her sides

>Her eyes are watering...

>Soon the other ponies in the crowd start to laugh in turn

>Thunderlane merely sighs before crossing a wing and front hoof.

>Thunderlane: This isn't...

>His own stallionhood slapping him in the face cuts him off

>Celestia looks like she's about to die

>Thunderlane: Funny.

>After the laughter dies down you decide it's time to put him back to normal

>Within the next few minutes you perform the trick again and this time Thunderlane is back to normal

>He grumbles while walking off stage.

 

>A: Finale

>B: Pony in a hat trick

 

(B was chosen)

 

>For your next trick you're going to pull a pony from your hat

>Well... in this case it'll be a griffin

>Gilda is the only one you haven't called forth as of yet

>Well whether she wants to or not is irrelevant

>Trixie: You've been such a wonderful audience tonight and Trixie wishes she could keep entertaining you... but all shows come to an end.

>A large amount of ponies let you know how frustrated they are at the concept of your show coming to an end.

>You and Anonymous work together to keep the crowd calm

>Eventually they settle down long enough for you to announce the next trick

>Trixie: Anonymous and Trixie will begin winding things down by pulling a pony from Trixie's hat.

>Using your magic you take off your hat, float it over to Anonymous and then Anonymous grabs hold of it.

>He flips it upside down and kneels so he can be at your level of height

>Trixie: Hmm.... let's see...

>You pull out a tuba, then a salmon, then a tandem bike, after that comes Lyra's head.

>And boy is Lyra looking pissed... she turns her head your way and shouts

>Lyra: I'll get you for trying to keep me away from that hot monkey di-

>You cut her off by shoving her head back into the hat

>Trixie: Um... don't worry folks that wasn't the trick... that was a fluke. Here.

>You reach in for the final time and yank as hard as you can

>Suddenly Gilda comes flying out of your hat

>She lands on center stage with an audible thud

>Gilda: Ow... wasn't expecting that dweeb...

>She still manages to stand up and face the crowd

>Gilda: What the buck ya'll starin at?

>Trixie: Ta da! Not a pony, but a griffin!

>It takes the crowd a moment to realize that was the trick

>Their ovation isn't as enthusiastic as it was for your prior tricks

>Perhaps you held back a bit too much

>Oh well... the finale will pick them right back up.

>Your last two stunts weren't worth having Vinyl play for them

>They were nothing more than to lull the audience into a false sense of security

>Now that the audience has relaxed it's time for you to bring forth the big guns

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d-326-Uy8NE&feature=related

>Vinyl starts the next beat and the audience seems confused

>Trixie: Don't start relaxing just yet ponies! Tonight's going to end with a bang!

"She ain't lying folks! We're pullin out all the stops on this one!"

>The lights dim down, the ponies are leaning forward in their seats to take a better look.

>You start to concentrate, this next stunt will take every single ounce of magical prowess you posses

>It's a good thing you have Anonymous here with you

>You're going to need a pony... er... person to carry you home

>Two hours later...

>You sit there panting like a mad mare

>Anonymous just finished his artistic creation

>The crowd of ponies were subjugated to Anonymous using particles of white light as his instruments of creation

>And you have to say... the intricacy of the buildings, the emotions each pony gave... it was a master piece.

>You had created a blank canvas of specks of individual light

>Anonymous was able to manipulate the particles much as one would manipulate loose sand

>And somehow... this human was able to re-create the history he caught up on through various tomes he read throughout his stay in Equestria

>He managed something you could never hope to accomplish

>But... you'll never tell him that.

>Though... you can now see why Lyra has a thing for human hands

>Those delicate digits of his just told a story

>And everyp0ny... was cheering

>The noise was deafening

>The whistles, the hooting and hollering of various ponies from within the stands

>Even both Princesses joined in on the ovation

>Cameras are flashing non stop

>Roses are being tossed to the stage

>When you're able to gather your bearings both you and Anonymous take a bow

>Thankfully Anon speaks for you.

>He motions for the audience to cease their cheering for a moment.

"Thank you! You're a wonderful audience! Our next stop is Canterlot Square on the 18th! Be there or miss out on all the fun! Also a big round for the employees working here at the Royal Casino and who could forget the mare on the turntables...Vinyl Scratch!"

>Again the ponies erupt with cheer

>As the curtains close he helps you back stage.

>Anonymous seems to be filled with happiness and sunshine

"Trixie you were amazing out there!"

>He flashes you a huge grin

>You can only mutter a groan of exhaustion in reply

>Trixie: Trixie knows she was grand... you were lacking... like always.

>He ignores your comment considering the situation you're in

>You can hear your bed calling your name

>You stumble as you walk... you'll probably collapse

>You're sure Anon will be nice enough to carry you back

"So... what do you wanna do know?"

>Trixie: Sleeeeeeeeep.

"Yeah I'm sure... well... after you speak with the Princesses, and sign a few autographs, and go to the after party with Vinyl, and get us our bits for tonight's performance... then you can go to bed."

>Trixie: Is this the price for fame?

"It is."

>Your groaning knows no end

>Tonight's... gonna be a long night.

 

>End

 

>Epilogue

 

>After that fateful performance in front of those thousands of ponies things started going in a positive direction for you

>The after party and the autographs were tiring to say the least, but Anon was there to help you that night

>The Princesses told you how much they enjoyed your show and that they couldn't wait until your Canterlot debut

>Their approval, combined with the approval of the audience, set your heart ablaze with joy

>You don't remember sporting a frown at all that night...

>The next day the two of you were featured in the city's newspaper

>Those that didn't see your performance certainly heard about it

>Ponies from all around would hound you and your assistant day and night in hopes of catching glimpses of either of you

>You and Anonymous have truly reached celebrity status

>Soon ponies all around Equestria would spread word of your unique acts

>Canterlot, Fillydelphia, Manehattan, Las Pegasus, Cloudsdale, all passed by you in a blur over the coming weeks

>Every single performance brought something new and it'd always end in a flash of pictures, screaming fans, and plenty of bits.

>You and Anonymous have made enough to retire three times over, yet the two of you still perform

>What brings you to do such a thing some ask?

>Why... performing acts was how you managed to get such a wonderful assistant in the first place

>Who in their right mind would give up something that made them so happy and carefree?

>You would have to be a madpony

>Yet now here you are... three months after your performance

>You and Anonymous, along with Vinyl Scratch, recline on a large couch in your now luxurious wagon

>Due to the amount of bits you were making you could afford to have a wagon made to your tastes

>The outside retained a small appearance... but the real bits were spent on the work you had done inside

>Your wagon's interior has been enchanted.

>Fourteen bedrooms, fourteen bathrooms, three swimming pools, a hot tub, a bar the size of a stage, enough booze to keep you and Anonymous wasted for the next few decades, the works.

>You felt you needed more rooms. A mare could use another walk in closet... or a swimming pool.

>No Trixie, you've spent enough bits. This alone was nearly a six figure investment.

>Sure you made that back within three weeks, but still frivolous spending will keep you from truly retiring down the line.

>As of right now you, Vinyl, and Anonymous are drinking from various bottles

>Discarded bottles litter the ground around your couch

>You're excited to know that the griffins have become curious after hearing your rumors

>They wish for you to perform for them at their capitol city... for the Griffin King himself.

>Your now flying wagon is en route to the mountainous capitol

>Yes your wagon flies and it moves itself. You have bits so why not spend em making things easier?

>As your wagon draws closer you start going over routines in your head

>Your performance needs to be bold, gutsy... something that will really impress them

>Your muddled thoughts are unable to come up with anything good

>Perhaps making plans for a performance for a king while drunk isn't a good idea

>Maybe Anonymous can help you out? After all his ideas help make your show great, it's not all you.

>You turn to Anonymous for suggestions but as you watch him down a bottle of Apple JD you realize he's in no condition to help you right now

>Oh well, he'll have to help you tomorrow. After all you're only going to have three days or so to prepare

>As for Vinyl you don't have to discuss anything with her

>The way she works her turntables causes ponies to look on in awe

>Why would you risk fixing something that isn't broken?

>Your wagon jolts as it makes landing upon the outskirts of the Griffin Capitol

>You've arrived... now to get out and explore... after all you've got to get used to the griffins

>You move to get up but your legs feel like jello

>You collapse upon your tummy after making it a good two feet away from your couch

>Okay you can just introduce yourselves and go around the city tomorrow or something

>Sleep comes easy for you considering the gratuitous amounts of alcohol you consumed

>The next three days pass way too quickly for your liking

>Admittedly you weren't used to the piercing gazes griffins gave

>But you were able to maintain an air of calm and confidence all the same

>After all, their prideful attitude reminded you of you quite a bit...

>And now... here you are... backstage of yet another auditorium getting ready to perform for thousands of individuals

>There were times you still got nervous over this... but with Anon with you it was bearable

>As the crowd began to clap you take a deep breath

>You feel a hand be placed upon your withers

>You turn to find Anonymous staring down at you grinning

"You ready to make more fans?"

>His smile widens and he winks

>You smirk in response

>Trixie: "But of course. Trixie is always ready to astound her audience! You better keep up or you shall be out of a job!"

>He chuckles heartily before shaking his head

"Yeah you'll never change."

>You frown before glaring up at your assistant

>Trixie: "And just what do you mean by that?!"

>Before you can question him any further he silences you with a kiss

>As the curtains start to part he pulls away and backs away so not to reveal himself before his intro

"Knock em dead."

>You turn to face the crowd with a smile before trotting to the front of the stage

>The lights around you dim, fog begins to billow out from behind the curtains covering the stage floor in a blanket of white

>The griffins that have seen you perform in the past cheer

>Other simply watch on in silence, curious as to what you're going to do

>Unlike other performances today you're not going to start off with something showy

>You're going to build them up to it, hence why your intro is nothing special

>Surprising them with something none have ever witnessed before for a finale is the route your taking tonight

>Boy you can't wait to see the look on their faces after this...

>You hear Vinyl shout out to the audience

>Vinyl: "You griffins better stay seated cause if you don't this mare's gonna knock you on your flanks! It's my pleasure to present to you: The Great and Powerful Trixie!"

 

>End