Title:           The Great and Powerful 500 (Too much Trixie!)
Author:          Kyonko802
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First Edit:      Tuesday 20th of November 2012 09:43:13 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 20th of November 2012 09:43:13 PM CDT

>Having Trixie as a marefriend is interesting to say the least.
>The bulk of the routine stayed the same. She generally comes over to show you some new trick she's been cooking up.
>The only difference now is... well...
>"Anonymous! Trixie cannot wait forever! Trixie thought she explicitly told you to be dressed and ready for our first date."
>You're currently in the bathroom of the library, trying to get a tie to cooperate. You've never been good at getting these things to work.
>At least you look good in the suit.
"Just gimme a minute Trixie, I've never been good with ties."
>"Open the door."
>With a sigh, you stop fiddling with the devil's contraption around your neck and make your way to the bathroom door.
>When you open it Trixie barrels in with a huff, "You are hopeless, allow me."
>With a glow of her horn, your tie starts to move all by itself.
>It only takes her a second to be finished.
>She smiles in satisfaction, "There, now you are worthy of being Trixie's date."
>In response, you reach out and ruffle her mane.
>Her face immediately goes red, and she frowns, "Stop that! Trixe did not ask to be pet like an animal."
"Okay, this better?"
>You lean down and give her a quick kiss. When you pull away she's even more red than before, but this time she doesn't have anything to say.
>With a satisfied smile, you straighten her mane out for her.
"Where are we going tonight anyways?"
>"To see a comedian."
>You blink.
"What?"
>"Trixie said we are going to see a comedian. There is a restaurant with good food nearby that has contracted a comedian to preform for them."
"Ha, I never imagined you were one for comedy."
>"Be silent, Trixie laughs!"
"Sure you do. Alright, we might as well get going. Don't wanna be late to the show on my account."
>You leave the library with a quick goodbye to Twilight, Trixie hot on your heels.
>She guides to to the east side of town, to a rather fancy looking place.
>You've never been here before, but you've heard Rarity gush about it a few times. It just looks like a generic 'reservations required' restaurant to you.
>When you go inside with Trixie, this is confirmed.
>Some fancy decorative carpet, and showy chandeliers everywhere.
>A stallion dressed in an extremely nice suit and bow tie is there to greet you at the door, "I'm afraid we're all booked up tonight, do you happen to have a reservation?"
>Your marefriend smirks, "Of course Trixie has a reservation."
>"Ah, the lovely showmare and her guest. My apologies, I've never been to one of your shows."
>Trixie smiles, "Well, since you're so polite, perhaps Trixie will give you a discount on her ticket next time she's in town."
>You can't help but feel a bit proud of her. Old school Trixie would never have give an offer like that a single thought.
>"I would be delighted madam. Your table is this way."
>As you're led to your seats you see the stage the comedian will be performing on. It looks like they just put it up at the edge of all the tables.
>The place is rather crowded, apparently this guy is really good at making people laugh.
>You sit down with Trixie, and she smiles at you, excitement in her eyes, "I've always loved watching other showponies."
>Whenever she gets really comfortable like this, Trixie let's the third person talk go, and really seems to open up with you.
>It's at these times when your talks can become a bit more intimate, and not just in a physical way either.
"It reminds you of your mom."
>Still smiling, she nods, "Yes, I suppose it does."
"Have you considered hiring a partner?"
>"Hmm?"
"A partner. I could help you out. I know a few tricks from Earth that I could practice, and I'm sure you have faux magic shows here."
>"That we do."
"It would also be nice to not only see each other on the weekends."
>The waiter returns, a plate with two glasses of water balanced on his hoof.
>He sets it gently on the table and smiles at both of you, "Are you both ready to order?"
>Same as always.
"I'll just take a salad with some egg, thanks."
>"Trixie will have the mushroom soup and some hay please."
>"Alright, I hope you enjoy your evening."
>And with that, the waiter is gone again.
>Trixie sighs and smiles, floating the cup of water to herself and taking a drink. "I think I would like to work with you Anonymous."
>It would be weird, traveling on the road, but being with Trixie would make up for that.
>You'd miss Twilight and the other girls, but it's not like you'd be leaving Ponyville forever.
>After all, the girls are Trixie's friends, also.
"I think I'd like that too."
>Silence falls between the both of you. It's not an uncomfortable or awkward silence, but a content one.
>Eventually, the waiter returns with your food, and you thank him as he departs.
>Almost as if on cue, the curtains on the stage start to spread apart, and a voice booms through the restaurant, "Everyp0ny, put your hooves together for Cherry Shirefeld."
>Your eyes go wide.
>No, no anyone but him.
>"Anonymous, what's wrong."
"Uh... nothing, everythings fine, why'd you ask?"
>You force a grin.
>Trixie frowns, "Are you sure? You look ill."
"Yeah, totally fine. Nothing wrong here."
>Oh God you hope he's funny. This night could be ruined.
>A stallion trots out on stage with a curly brown mane and white coat, "What's the deal with carriage drivers?"
"Fuck."
>Trixie looks at you with a glare, now knowing for a fact that something is wrong.
>"Anonymous, do you know the stallion on stage?"
"I know enough about him to know that he's the most unfunny asshole ever."
>She frowns, "Surly he can't be that horrid."
>Almost by divine providence, the Seinfeld clone points a hoof excitedly at Trixie, "Hey, hey aren't you that showmare everyone's been talking about?"
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>Trixie eyes him wearily, "Yes. The Great and Powerful Trixie, what of it?"
>All eyes in the restaurant are turned towards the both of you now.
>Shirefeld waggles his eyebrows, "Well, didn't know you were into monkeys."
>A few chuckles are heard, but that's it, just a few. Nobody in their right mind would find this guy funny.
>Across from you, Trixie is starting to fume.
>You're not a pussy worshiper or a white knight by any means, and Trixie looks pissed enough to take on an army, so you pick up your glass of water and take a few drinks from it.
>Trixie pulls away from the table, her horn already glowing, "Normally Trixie would wipe the floor with a stallion like you."
>There's a few murmurs in the crowd, ponies are starting to get rustled.
>Trixie makes her way to the stage, a smirk on her face the entire time, "However, a lesson in showmanship should suffice."
>This should be good.
>She doesn't have her normal cape and hat, just her makeup, but you're pretty sure even without that she'll quickly get him booed out of here.
>Trixie stands on her hind legs and spreads her forehooves.
>A shower of colorful sparks and miniature fireworks come from her horn, followed by a string of blue light that snakes its way through the crowd.
>You think you hear a few, 'Ooooo's.
>Trixie lands back on all four of her hooves. She turns to you and gives you a wink, causing you to chuckle.
>She turns towards Shirefeld now, a smirk on her face. Her horn starts to glow once more, and starts sparking with the energy she lets off.
>You know what this is.
>This is the first trick she showed you after three hard days of practice.
>The light of the restaurant seems to go dark, almost as if it's being absorbed by the spell.
>Shirefeld's eyes widen in fear.
>With a crack, the entire place lights up, and Trixie's spell explodes.
>A shimmering blue dragon erupts from her and charges at the horrible comedian.
>Never in your life have you heard a scream of utter and primal fear, at least not until today.
>Shirefeld runs from the restaurant, scrambling past tables with the fake dragon hot on his tail.
>"AHHHHHH!"
>You think you hear a few ponies in the crowd laughing as he runs for his life.
>Shirefeld makes it out, and the dragon pulls up above the crowd, exploding in a shower of colorful fireworks.
>The stomping of hooves is the only thing that you can hear as Trixie takes her bows on stage.
>"Thank you, thank you! The Great and Powerful Trixie is delighted to provide entertainment tonight."
>The crowd isn't calming down, and neither are you.
>You're clapping like crazy.
>You've yet to go to one of Trixie's shows, but now that you've seen a bit of it you make a mental note to remedy that as soon as possible.
>After the excitement dies down, the manager from the restaurant takes the stage. "We apologize to everyone for this evening. As compensation, ponies may have one free entree' and a drink. Thank you for choosing the finest food in Ponyville."
>Trixie makes her way back to you, smiling the whole way.
>You grin.
"You enjoyed that way too much."
>Instead of sitting down, she walks right to you and stands on her hind legs, giving you a deep kiss.
>She pulls away with a laugh, "Thank you for the lovely evening Anonymous. Shall we finish our dinner?"