A Trixie Encounter 1

>You are Trixie.

>No that’s wrong.

>You are the great and powerful Trixie.

>Yes that’s more accurate.

>And you……well things could be going better.

>You’re dragging your house along in the Everfree forest.

>And you’re hungry.

>And tired of walking.

>But you had to get out of this forest.

 “Just a little bit farther until Ponyville.  Then Trixie will show those simpletons a REAL magic show.”

>If only you were as confident as you sounded.

>You past trips there have been… not what you had hoped.

>Well it’s certainly not your fault.

>Those fools simply could not comprehend your talent.

>Besides, they were all brain-washed by Twilight Sparkle.

>Making you look like a fool in front of everyone again and again.

>Ugh, that mare…

>Just thinking of her riled you up.

“Just you wait, Sparkle.  I will show you, I’ll show everypony just how great and powerful I am.  This new routine will showcase my raw talent and my greatness WILL be recognized.”

>At least, that’s what you had hoped.

>First thing’s first, get out of this forest.

>Just keep walking, with any luck you’ll be out of here in no ti-

*CRACK*

>A sudden force jolts you to the ground.

>You turn around a look at your carriage.

>The wheel as fallen off because the axle had snapped.

“Oh this is just great. Absolutely perfect…”

>But this was nothing for you.  

>You were the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie.

>Certainly you could handle a simple repair.

>You go to levitate the carriage.  

>Unfortunately, this was not going to work out so easily.

>It’s heavy, and you’re exhausted.

>You go to grab the wheel next, but you realize there’s no way to make it fit with a broke axle.

>Drained, you set everything down.

>This is bad, it’s getting dark and you’re stranded until you can fix this unless you leave everything.

“This is the worst possible turn of events.”

>There’s a howl of wolves, very close to where you are.

>Ok, NOW it’s the worst possible turn of events…

>Timberwolves were the absolute last thing you needed to deal with at this point.

>You had nothing to defend yourself with.

>You could try magic, but they didn’t scare off easily if at all.

>At that moment you hear a rustling in the bushes.

>Your heart is frantic, you’ll likely die of a heart attack before the wolves even get you.

>Calm down girl!

>You are TRIXIE.

>And you will not show fear here to some gha-

>The bushes in front of you begin to shake.

>YOU CAN’T HANDLE THIS!

>CELESTIA HELP YOU!

>”Hello? Is someone there?”

>Oh thank Celestia some stallion has discovered you!

>But, that’s no excuse to start groveling for help.

“Wh-wh-who goes there?!  Show yourself to Trixie!”

>”Oh thank God, I’ve been lost for days in this forest.”

>The stallion steps through the bush.

>They…are no stallion…

>In fact they’re like nothing you’ve ever seen!

>You gawk at this creature.

>It stares blankly back at you.

>It’s massive, even from a distance it’s far bigger than you, or just about anything you’ve ever seen for that matter.

>…You would’ve just settled for timberwolves at this point…

>”Uh...Ook this is getting weird, I know I heard a voice over here.  Was that you by chance?”

>You snap to.

>The creature can talk, sounds like a male if you had to guess.

>This could bode well for you, maybe you can talk your way out of this.

“Who else would it have been you vile beast?”

>Smooooothe.

>He appears to be a little incensed by this.

>”Wow, ok.  One: rude.  Two:  Can you help me?  I’ve been wandering this forest hopelessly for days.”

>How rich, you were the one stranded yet this creature wanted your help?

“As if Trixie is that gullible.  You just want Trixie to lower her guard by pitying you.”

>”Look this is just as bizarre for me,  I have no idea what’s going on, let’s just try to-

>He takes a step forward

>”help each other out her-“

“STAY BACK!”

>You let loose a bolt of magic

>The bolt strikes true, right in the beast’s face.

>Let it never be said you couldn’t manage yourself.

>That should incapacitate this thing, or at the very least scare him off

>The smoke clears and he’s still standing.

>Not a scratch on him.

>…

>WHY HAS CELESTIA FORSAKEN TRIXIE?!

>You stare at him.

>You’re trembling now, that probably only served to enrage him.

>So this is how it ends…

>”What in the HELL was that all about?!”

>You’d retreat inside your house but from the looks of it this thing would probably tear it apart.

>Suddenly, he takes a deep breath and….sighs?

>”Alright look, I’m not sure what that was, but it doesn’t look like it did anything, so I’ll just pretend that didn’t happen.  I just want some help, and from the looks of things you could use a hand too.  Please, I don’t want to hurt you, I promise.  I don’t know how much longer I can last out here.”

>Maybe…maybe you should give this…whatever he is a chance.

>He sounded sincere, and it’s not like you’re able to fight him anyway.

“Fine, Trixie accepts your terms, but don’t think this makes us friends.”

>"Fine, whatever, let's just cooperate enough that we can get out of here before we get any more visitors."

>Oh right, the timberwolves

>You'd be so distracted by your 'guest' that you had completely forgotten they were close.

>So close, in fact, that they were right behind the tall creature standing in front of you.

>...

>Your eyes widen, and your mouth begins to open, but nothing comes out.

>He doesn't even realize what's behind him.

>He picks up on the fact that something is wrong.

>"Oh there's something right behind me isn't there?..."

>He slowly turns around and sees the two timberwolves crouched low right behind him.

>The wolves begin to growl.

>He steps very slowly back towards you.

"Don't....make....any.....sudden....moves." you whisper as harshly as you can.

>"Ya I guessed as much."  he hisses back.

>"Why don't you do that magic thing you did to me a moment ago?  Maybe it'll work better on them."

>True, you may be able to scare them off with magic.

>Then another idea comes to mind.

>A complex, yet ingenious plan that only a great mind such as yours could concoct.

"Trixie has an idea. Don't. Move."

>You charge your horn.

>Focus...timing...

>Suddenly you fling open the door to your carriage, run in screaming, and slam the door shut before anyone knows what happened.

>Flawless as always.

>Catching a few quick breaths, you peek out the window at the beasts, the tall one staring at your door, blinking a few times.

>Obviously he's never seen such brilliance.

>Even the wolves are confused, but that quickly changes as they set their eyes on their new target.

>The creature sighs, and hangs his head.

>Then lifts it high and begins to nod as he turns around.

>He flexes his claws, and squeezes them tightly, loud cracking noises coming from them.

>....Ew.

>Is he...Is he honestly going to fight them?

>He has no chance, he’ll be torn apart.

>Something pangs slightly in your heart as you say this.

>You can’t possibly have sympathy for some random creature you just met, can you?

>You'll give him points for bravery if nothing else.

>What's the old adage?

>Better to go out like a manticore than lay like a lamb, or something.

>You can still make out words through your thin walls.

>"Ok, that's it.  We're doing this."

 

 

>You are Anon.

>Interstellar explorer and basket weaver extraordinaire.

>Or at least, that's the title you're going to adopt if you survive this.

>You've been lost for days in this God-forsaken forest of which you had no idea how you even arrived at.

>You thought maybe your luck was finally turning around when you heard the voice of a girl nearby.

>You thought wrong.

>'Trixie', as they designated themselves in third person at great length, was much less helpful than you'd hoped.

>You'd deal with the talking....unicorn?... later, probably via pummeling, after you dealt with these mutts.

>Of course, that was pretty big talk considering there were two of them to your one.

>But you were so fed up at this point that this, if nothing else, would help you vent.

>The one wolf is mere feet away from you, in striking distance.

>You notice at this point that it's most definitely not made of flesh, but rather an amalgamation of sticks and maybe some stone.

"You know, there's a saying where I come from.  Sticks and stones may break my bones, but-"

>You deliver a boot right under the chin of the wolf, shattering the head.

>That was...satisfying.

>You'd revel in this, except the other wolf was quick to pounce.

>You bring your arms up in time to cast it off, sending it to the ground.

>These things were definitely more scary than robust.

>Feeling confident, you let the wolf make the next move.

>It charges and leaps, but you dodge and tackle it to the ground.

>You proceed to get your arms under its forelegs and clasp your hands behind its head into a full nelson.

>You apply pressure, tightening all your muscles.

>You’re rewarded with creaking and yelps from the wolf.

“Just a little more…..snap, crackle, annnd-”

*POP*

>The sticks comprising the neck snap, and it falls to the ground in a heap.

>You dust your hands off, and take a moment to bask how badass that was.

>Typically you hate killing animals, especially wolves, but it was you or them.

>That and they weren’t any wolves you were familiar with.

>With them dealt with, you turn to the carriage.

“You can come out now.”

>There’s no response for a moment, then the door opens.

>The unicorn peeks her head out, for a moment and glances around then steps out.

>She’s just staring at you, her mouth opening but no words coming out.

“Ok, so, now that that’s been dealt with, how about we come up with some sort of arrangement.  You need  your carriage fixed, and I need an escort.  I believe I can get you up and running, at least to the nearest town, so how about we…”

>She’s doing that thing again from last time where she gawked wide-eyed at something beyond you.

>Which means…

>You close your eyes.

“You have got to be kidding me…”

>You turn around and open your eyes, and are greeted another wolf.

>Except twice as big.

“OH COME ON.  THIS IS GETTING RI-GOD-DAMN-DICULOUS.”

>You might be in trouble now.

>The wolf starts to run at you.

>A bolt whips by your head and smacks the wolf in the face, causing a guttural yelp.

>It paws at its face trying to put out the burning.

>You turn to see smoke coming from the horn of Trixie.

>You stare at her, not believing she actually stayed outside let alone did something useful.

>”What?  You thought Trixie was helpless?”

“Kinda.”

>She begins to say something, but quickly snaps her attention to the wolf.

>”MOVE!”

>You don’t even look and jump back, narrowly avoiding the huge beast.

>It turns to Trixie, but you grab its tail to stop it.  

>Not liking this, it turns and swipes at you, gashing your arm with its front paw.

>That one got you good, two pronounced cuts going the length of your forearm.

>You’re in trouble.

>Another series of bolts hit the wolf in the side, causing it to stagger.

>This Trixie girl was more capable than you gave her credit.

>But the wolf regained its composure quickly.

>It bolted after her, so you made a B-line for her as well.

>She stood petrified and the beast bore down on her.

>You manage to dive and throw your shoulder into its side, cutting it off and tumbling it.

>As you both rise to your feet/paws, the wolf shakes its head looks at you, growls, then rears up.

>It comes crashing down on you, but you spread your feet and clash with it.

>Pressing down on your harder, you had to act quickly before you collapsed.

>You throw it down to the side, and immediately wrap your arms around its waist.

>You spread your feet to give yourself a strong base.

>Then, bringing all your energy to your hips, you heave the wolf overhead and slam into the ground

>German suplexing a giant wolf.

>You’re scratching that one off your bucket list.

>This took everything out of you, however, gasping as you get back up.

>The wolf was stunned, and slow to get up, but you doubt you did any permanent damage.

>”Quick use this on it!”

>You’re greeted by Trixie with a torch.

>She tosses you it, and without thinking you plunge it into the head of the beast, right through the eye.

>This results in a deafening howl, followed by more flames as the fire spreads throughout the body.

>It shakes itself violently, literally to pieces in an effort to put the flames out.

>Eventually burning embers are all that remain and you see a green wisp rise out of the pile and scurry off.

>You sigh in relief, thankful it’s over.

“Thanks for that, Trixie.”

>She stares at you.

>”H-How do you know Trixie’s name?!”

>You give her the most dead pan look.

“….Really?.....”

>She blushes and turns away.

>”Yes. Well. At any rate, Trixie supposes she should thank you as well,  not that she isn’t capable of taking care of herself or needed your help.”

“But of course you didn’t.”

 

>You are Trixie.

>You’re not sure of what you just saw, but you can scarcely believe it.

>Whatever this thing was, it was incredibly strong.

>You’ve never seen anything fight timberwolves like that.

>It’s a good thing he doesn’t appear to want to hurt you.

>You start thinking, and a brilliant idea comes to mind.

“You said you needed help getting out of this forest correct?”

>”That’d be great.”

“There’s a town nearby.  Trixie will lead you to the town, if you’ll agree to help fix her carriage and put on a show.”

>”A show?”

“Why yes, surely you’ve heard of the great and powerful Trixie!”

>You cast fireworks above your head.

>”I have now.”

“Indeed, you become part of my act, put on a good show, the town idolizes me, and you can be on your way.”

>He mulls it over.

>”Hmmm....Ok, but one condition.  Please stop using third person.”

“Trixie does not-  err Trix-…..Fine.  -I- will not.”

>He chuckles and extends a paw to you.

>”Name’s Anon by the way.”

>It’s then you see the gash on his foreleg, bleeding steadily.

“You’re wounded bad.  Wait here.”

>You don’t know much healing magic, and it’s a moot point since he’s immune to magic it’d seem.

>You find some cloth and alcohol.

>Bringing it to him, you begin to dab the cuts and pour alcohol on them, causing him to wince.

“Don’t be such a baby.”

>Wrapping everything up, you admire your work.

>”Thank you.”

“Think nothing of it, can’t have my assistant in anything less than tip top shape.”

>Anon walks over to your cart.

>”Let’s see what we can do about this.  If you can fix the axle, I’ll support the side and you can put the wheel on.”

"What, you intend to just lift my house?"

>"That's the plan."

>Anon uses his other foreleg to grab the one corner of the carriage and he grunts.

"There's absolutely no way even you can ju-"

>Once again, you're shocked as he slowly it lifts up.

“Amazing…” you mutter to yourself.

>You grab the wheel, and match the broken portions together.

>It’s a tricky cast, not having much practice with this type of spell, but sure enough it seems to hold.

“That should do it, set it down.”

>After letting it down, he shakes it a few times.

>”Looks like that did it.  Impressive.”

“Pfft. Foal’s play.”

>”It’s too dark to make it to the town now, we should probably just stay put until morning.”

“Don’t tell me you’re scared of the dark.”

>An owl hoots in the distance.

>You shudder.

“…On second thought, that’s a good idea.  However, we depart first thing in the morning.”

>”Good, cause I need some sleep and bad.”

“Then I bid you good night.”

>You adjourn to your house and clean up the mess.

>Everything got disheveled when your cart tipped.

>With that done you head to bed.

>You’ll need plenty of sleep for tomorrow, as you plan your great come back.

>This has actually turned out better than you expected.

>You’re in possession of a new and powerful creature no one has ever seen before.

>Not even Twilight will know what to do about this.

>As you’re about to nod off, a thought occurs to you.

“Blankets.”

>You take an extra set and a spare pillow outside to Anon, who’s already passed out against your cart.

>Can’t have him catching a cold, if he even can.

>You cover him up as best you can, the blankets not meant for someone his size.

>Returning to your bed, you lie down and doze off, excited for what tomorrow will bring