"[Filly NMM] Tricky Lessons"
By 8th-Sin (https://pastebin.com/u/8th-Sin)

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Created on: Wednesday 29th of June 2016 04:30:32 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Sunday 9 of May 2021 08:38:45 PM UTC


>The seat conforms to the contours of your ass and you ease into it after a long day at work. 
>You’re halfway through a relaxed breathe when there’s a large bang, almost like an explosion, followed by a lot of crashing that came from Moonie’s room. 
>Naturally you dart up there in a panic, the door is already blown open and the room is a mess. 
>The bed is upside down, the wardrobe is face down, while toys and clothes are sprawled out everywhere.
“Moonie?” You call out, your voice crackling partly there.
>“I didn’t do it,” calls the dazed menace who is hanging from the roof by her horn.
“Then who did?”
>She doesn’t answer, she instead tries her best to free herself. She grunts and groans until she finally comes free. 
>Luckily you were there to catch her as she was falling back first and didn’t seem to be able to right herself quickly enough.
>“Excellent work. You’ve done a great service to your queen. Now, uh… As my next decree, you will suspend and forget about any and all punishment for this incident.”
“Not happening. Especially if you don’t explain what happened here.”
>She grimaces but gives in, “I was trying to clean up with my magic and well, something backfired.”
“What backfired?”
>“I dunno,” she wriggles and little to suggest she wants to be let down so you oblige, “I’m not exactly used to this spell.”
>She dusts herself off a little then looks up at you, seemingly disappointed and downtrodden. 
>Already you want to pick her back up again.
“Weren’t you some all powerful deity tyrant once upon a time?”
>“Yeah, and all I did was weather related spells, this stuff is a little complicated you know.”
>Unsure of how to respond to that, you just let it slide. You have no idea how magic even works, let alone how weather magic is simpler to her than cleaning. 
>It’s best to just take her word on it as there’s probably some rubbish about cutie marks or some other magic thing you don’t comprehend.
“Clean up, but no magic this time. I’m going out for a while and I want this room spotless.”
>Moonie gives a sarcastic salute as you step out.

>As you put your shoes back on, your feet let out a cry of pain. 
>You don’t want to be on your feet any longer than you have to but you have questions you want answered sooner rather than later. 
>The cool afternoon air is soothing to your skin as it brushes across your skin. 
>Some pegasi can be seen in the sky doing some last minute aligning to the clouds before the forecasted rain tonight hits.

>It’s a bit of a walk into town but luckily the new tree castle is in the centre of town.
“Twilight,” you call out as you knock.
>Through magic the doors swing open to reveal the stretch of crystal halls that echo eat step you make until you reach the map room. 
>Soft and cheerful chatter can be hear from Twilight who is buried into a book and Spike is equally drawn into a comic but the second voice wasn’t his. 
>You look around then notice a hint of a purple tail poking from behind one of Twilight’s leaning tower of learning
>“Oh, hello. I don’t believe we’ve met,” calls out a pink mare who pokes her head out to see you.
“Probably not. Most people remember meeting me,” you smirk.
>“That good at first impressions are we?”
“Really bad actually,” the two of you share a brief laugh as Twilight prys herself into the land of the attentive, “I’m Anonymous.”
>“Sorry Anon, I didn’t hear you come in,” the book mare chirpily states.
“Your house just lets people in then?”
>“Only during open hours, I still kind of run a library for Ponyville.”
>“Aren’t you going to introduce me Twilight?”
>“Oh! Sorry, Anon, this is Starlight Glimmer. My pupil.”
>“Pleased to meet you,” Starlight says as she holds up a hoof.
>You smile as you recall training a puppy you once had to do this trick before shaking her hoof, “Nice to meet you too.”
>“So,” says Twilight while eagerly eyeing her book, “What brings you here?”
“Honestly I was going to ask you to teach Moonie some magic, or at least to better control her’s but it seems the position is already filled.”
>“Oh--Well, maybe I could work out a lesson plan… Then on weekends I’d--”
“Twi’ there’s plenty of unicorns in town. I could even make trips to Canterlot regularly, I could more excuses to head up there. Don’t worry about it.”
>You turn around, ready to leave when Starlight hastily steps in front of you.
>“I know a great and powerful mare who would be a great and wonderful magic teacher, and it just so happens she’s looking for a job.”
“Great, where can I find her?”
>“Uh, Starlight, I’m not so sure if she’s the right pony for the job.”
>Starlight shoots an unimpressed look Twilight’s way that causes the princess of friendship to retreat into her books after a soft spoken sorry.
>“She’s in a wagon just outside of town, if you head up the path for the Everfree she’ll be on your left.”
“Don’t you think she can do it, Twi?”
>“It’s not that,” she stammers, “It’s more… Well, Trixie can be abrasive or showy, at times.”
“You know, that might be just what I need.”
>You thank her and head up to where she mentioned. 
>You also find yourself wondering about Twilight’s new pupil. The two seem very familiar with one another, you wonder how long that’s been happening.

“I really need to get outside more,” you mutter to yourself as you leave town.
>Looking to your left you see a wooden wagon. It’s flashy for a wagon but looks rather durable. 
>There’s a tiny wizard cap on the chimney looks cute too, plus sign hanging above the door suggest a magical mare dwells within. 
>Perhaps she’s a travelling salesperson selling books, potions, or other magical thingamajigs.
>Curious, you knock. 
>There’s a deafening silence followed by what sounds like someone tripping then suddenly the door thrusts open as a blue mare with a cape and wizard hat stands on her hind legs proudly. 
>Confetti and fireworks pop from behind her and even a small fanfare can be heard.
>“Greetings, and welcome to the wagon of the great and powerful, Trixie,” she booms, rolling her r’s more than anyone should ever need, “Did you come to see Trixie’s outstanding--”
>She cuts herself off and reels back, awkwardly. 
>The poor thing doesn’t seem particularly scared, disgusted, or freaked out which is a surprising change for once. 
>However it’s clear she’s feeling one of those emotions, this mare just has one amazing composition.
“My name is Anonymous,” you pause but Trixie remains frozen in place, “I’m a human and uh, I promise I won’t bite?”
>You awkwardly let out a brief laugh as you hold out a hand. Trixie glances at it then goes back to unblinking eye contact. Feeling even more embarrassed than before, you shove your hands into your pockets and click your tongue.
“Starlight Glimmer said... you were after a job?”
>“Starlight sent you?” She finally utters.
“Yeah, I’m after some one to teach magic to my… Adoptive child.”
>You catch yourself at the end there as you were about to say menace instead of child. Normally you would crack that joke but decide against it as you’re trying to hire her after all.
>“How much?”
>All concern she seemed to have had is out the window once a job prospect is mentioned. You scratch the back of your head as you wonder that yourself.
“I’m not sure really, I guess--”
>“50 bits a day!”
“Woah, a day? Not a chance. A week maybe--”
>“Deal. Trixie will need an address.”
>You’re incredibly caught of guard by that but she seems content and you get enough from your job to spare that much easily.
>You just wonder quite a bit about this mare now. 
>She must be desperate considering she seemed unable to talk to you a moment ago.

>You lead her to your house, and she parks her wagon nearby before you lead her inside to introduce her to Moonie. 
>Part of you does that weird thing where you can't help but feel creepy leading someone to your home.
>Opening the door, a calm filly sits there with a broad smile.
>“Greetings,” she says in a devilish tone.
>“Greetings,” repeats Trixie, only with a seemingly endless roll of the r.
“Moonie, Trixie. Trixie, Moonie. Moonie, this is your new magic teacher.”
>“When is dinner?”
>Moonie completely ignores Trixie’s presence, which clearly angers her but she says nothing.
“Shortly… Would you like to join us?”
>Trixie smiles and nods.

>You’re busy preparing the salad when there’s a tug on your pant. 
>You look down to see a disheveled and distraught Trixie.
>“You never mentioned she was Nightmare Moon,” she sharply hisses at you.
“That matters?”
>She looks at you, stunned with mouth agape, “How does it not bother you to have a tyrannical demon living under the same roof as you?”
“Moonie doesn’t seem to mind my dark and mysterious past,” you jest.
>“Somehow I find it hard to believe anyone who would wear an apron that says ‘I’m kind of a big dill’ when they cook could be a tyrant.”
“I have ‘I donut understand food puns’ if you’d prefer.”
>Trixie gives you a deadpan stare, clearly unimpressed by your attempts to dismiss the topic.
“Fine, 75 bits a week.”
>She perks right up at that and darts out the kitchen.
>“Moonie,” she coos in an overly cheery tone, “We’re starting those lessons now.”
>You sigh and shake your head. 
>In truth, you are relieved about all this, hopefully Moonie won’t have any more explosive incidents.

>The next day, you wake up early. 
>You feel like something woke you but the sun hasn’t even risen and the house is silent. 
>Content to get a few more winks of sleep, you wriggle into your spot then close your eyes.
>“Introducing, the magnanimous and magnificent Moonie," bellows the terror of the dawn as she leaps up onto your bed.
>You peek at her to see he mimicking that hindleg pose Trixie does and is even wearing a midnight blue version of her cape and cap. >Before you can let out a groan, confetti pop from behind her and fanfare plays.
“Did you really have to--”
>Then she lets fly a metric ass-tonne of fireworks in your room. 
>They whiz, bang, fizzle, and pop which sends the both of you into a panic. 
>Moonie leaps at you, so you grab her and dart under the bed as the fireworks continue to tear up your room. 
>Through tired eyes, you glare at Moonie who is too busy in a side-splitting laughter to notice.
>You make note that didn’t even take one day for you to start reconsidering these lessons.
