>you're trixie
>you used to despise twilight sp—
DONTYOU DARE MENTION HERNAME IWILL DESTROYHER
>you used to despise miss sparkle
>but lately, she's been incredibly nice to you
>even when your... less savory persona reared its ugly he—
WHOARE YOUCALLING LESSTHAN SAVORY YOUARE NOTHING WITHOUTME
>—ad, she was understanding
>she accepts you as a whole, inner turmoil notwithstanding
>you can tell that she's got a similar demon within her
>you see the suffering in her eyes
>unable to reclaim words that had been spat
>words that are not hers
>whenever she despairs, you gently touch her cheek
>and embrace
>let your souls connect
THEGREAT ANDPOWERFUL YOUAND I WILLNOT BE SILENC—
 
>just like she's doing to you now
>like you, she can tell when you're despairing
>there's tranquility in her arms
>the storm evaporates like there had been no clouds to begin with
>there exists only her radiant glow
>and you hope and pray that you'll be able to articulate that to her someday
>that she had been your beacon, however short this phase may be
>a piercing light to pave the seas
>shattering waves, fraying gales
>you hope and pray
>for steady voice and true tongue
>if not today, tomorrow
 
>you could almost lose yourself in her touc—
>"TRIXIE! YOU HAVE A FRIEND! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"
>you're pulled away from your customized twi—miss sparkle dakimakura by the gravely voice of your chain-smoking mother
>friend?
>at Trixie's home?
>"TRIXIE, GET THE FUCK OUT HERE!"
YOU HORRIBLE SOW TRIXIE COULD NEVER BE RELATED TO SUCH A DISGUSTING SUBHUMAN CRETIN
>mother is always like this...
>this is why you don't invite ponies here
>you open up your door
>miss sparkle's soothing qualities will just have to wait for another ti—
"M-M-M-Miss Sparkle?!"
>miss sparkle is standing in your home, looking incredibly anxious as your horrible mother, curlers in her hair, cigarette in her mouth, and goblet in her hoof, gives you the stink eye
>"Now, you two can go play. Just don't make too much noise, okay?"
>miss sparkle smiles nervously and waves at you
>"I-I-I th-thought I c-could drop by..."
>she begins walking towards you
>towards your room...
"WAIT!"
>too late
>miss sparkle really wants to get away from your mother
>she takes your hoof, which sends a shock flushing through your entire—
HOW DARE THIS MONGREL TOUCH TR—
>THROUGH YOUR ENTIRE BODY, AND IT'S GREAT
>the next part isn't so great
>as the door closes behind the two of you, miss sparkle stops dead in her tracks, eyes seeming to bulge out from her head
>you would have taken down the posters if you knew she was coming
>and turned your computer screen off, as right now it's showing off an impressive upskirt you'd taken of miss sparkle
>and hid the lewd dakimakura (you drew the design yourself, very well, you might add, as you are extremely gifted in all things) which is somewhat stained from, uh, use
>and maybe sprayed some air freshener around, since it smells like somepony was masturbating furiously
>oh, and probably should've hid those panties you stole from miss sparkle, since they're just sitting on your desk
>still, she's here! never thought that'd happen
>"Trixie... What the fuck."