>You sit at a small round table just outside a diner. The tables are built for ponies to sit on a pillow while eating. You do the flattest criss-cross-applesauce you’ve ever done to squeeze your legs under it.
>Rainbow Dash sits next to you, sipping down on a hayshake.
>And… you’re trying to convince her to see Trixie’s show tonight.
>This is a terrible idea. Why are you doing this?
>”… And last night I just kinda chilled at home, did a little bit of reading. Nothing exciting. What about you?”
>It’s slow, ineffective, and a waste of your time.
“This week has been pretty boring so far. I saw that Trixie show last night, though. It was pretty cool, I guess.”
>Rainbow Dash pounds the table and bites her hoof to suppress a laugh.
>”You… pffft, saw Trixie’s show?”
“Yeah, what of it?”
>”I heard she toooootally flipped out and tried challenging the audience again! Is it true?!”
“Yeah, she did.”
>You’re supposed to be helping her but you’re not going to lie to your bro.
>Or anyone else…
>You’re pretty sure no one is going to show up for Trixie’s second performance.
>Rainbow Dash adopts a smug look.
>”Can’t say I’m surprised, she did the same thing the last time she was here.”
“Yeah, Rarity gave me some rough details on what happened. Last night seemed different until the audience started disrespecting her. She flipped her shit after that.”
 
>”Eh, serves her right.”
>You have to bite your lip to shut yourself up. Arguing with Rainbow Dash is like arguing with a brick wall.
“Look, Dash, can you just come to the performance?”
>She gives you skeptical look, you gotta say something more convincing.
“… For me?”      
>WOW. NO. WRONG THING TO SAY.
>Rainbow Dash doesn’t bother to hold back her laugher this time.
>It takes her a good 30 seconds to calm down enough to talk.
>”You… You make it sound like you have a crush on me or somethin’!”
>You can’t roll your eyes harder. Rainbow Dash picks up on this is starts another fit of laughter.
>”OR maybe it’s Trixie!” Your heart skips a beat. The image of you and Trixie in a relationship is horrifying, to say the least.
>“Yeah! I bet that’s it! You totally like her!”
“Dash, I’m just trying to help her out. You didn’t see the way everyone treated her last night! It was pretty fucked up.”
>She wasn’t paying attention, her only purpose in life right now is to mock you.
>”Anon and Trixie sittin’ in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-“
>”Excuse me?”
>Both you and Rainbow Dash nearly jump out your skin when you hear that bratty voice.
>Trixie, currently hatless and capeless, snuck up on the two of you as Rainbow Dash spieled on about her trivial ass drippings.
>Rainbow then elbows your arm while sniggering.
>”Your… maaaaaaaarefriend is he-ZIIIIP”
>Trixie’s magic created a cartoony zipper on Rainbow Dash’s mouth and zipped it shut.
>Holy shit that’s fucking classic, you can’t not laugh.
>Rainbow Dash shoots you a glare, someone doesn’t have a sense of humor! You turn to Trixie hoping to share your joy of this funny situ-nope she’s glaring at you too.
>”What are you doing?!”
 
”Doing what you asked me to do.”
>”Trixie never told you to waste time pointlessly gossiping with low-class weather Pegasus.”
>You ignore Rainbow Dash’s angry grunt.
“I was trying to get her to go but-“
> Rainbow Dash shoves your shoulder and gives you an, ‘Are you serious?’ look.
>”Well, it’s obviously not working so cease these shenanigans and get back to it!”
>What?! Who the fuck does she think she is? She has no right to order you around like that!
“Okay…”
>Trixie takes her leave without another word, but not before stealing the rest of Rainbow Dash’s hayshake
>She’s is trembling with rage at this point.
“Dash, are you okay?”
>She reacts in a series of grunts, flailing arms, and jabs to your chest.
>You’re having trouble not laughing at her frustration.
>This goes on for about 5 minutes before a familiar purple unicorn finds the two of you.
>”Hello, Anon! And… Rainbow Dash, what happened?”
>Rainbow Dash stares daggers at Twilight.
>”Uhh… That looks like a silencing spell. Let me just…”
>With a quick white flash from Twilight’s horn, the comical zipper over Rainbow Dash’s mouth was gone.
>With her ability to speak revived, Rainbow Dash turns to you and…
>Slaps you across the face! Well, Pegasi are light framed creatures so it was more of a POMF.
>”Dude! What the buck is wrong with you!”
 
>”Rainbow Daaash, watch the language.”
>God damn, Twilight. You’re pretty cool but there’s no need to be such a filly scout.
>”No, Twilight! You didn’t see what that bucking mule did to me! And you sure as Tartarus didn’t see her treating Anon like a doormat!”
>”Who?”
“Trixie.”
>”Trixie?!”
>”Trixie! And you!” Rainbow Dash jabs another hoof into your ribcage.
>”You just sat there and took it! So, what, you two buckin’ now or something?”
“No!”
>Oh dear god no! Even if you were a horsefucker, Trixie would not be your first pick. In fact, she would lie somewhere between ‘Last Mare in Equestria’ and ‘Last Living Being in the Galaxy.’
>Probably closer to the latter.
>”Then why are you letting her push you around like that, huh?!”
“I’m just trying to help her out. You two didn’t see how awful ponies were to her, last night.”
>”You didn’t see how awful she was to us, Anon.” Twilight speaks up.
“Yeah but I heard about it. So what, she was a bit of showoff. The Ursa Minor incident wasn’t directly her fault, either.”
>”Yes, it was. Because of her actions, she put the whole town in serious danger. And she didn’t just showoff, she publicly humiliated Applejack, Rarity, and Rainbow Dash as well.”
>Your heart sinks a little with this new information. Rainbow Dash doesn’t take to well humiliation, which would explain her attitude. Applejack; you liked Applejack. She’s a sweet mare. Yeah, she may have a minor human fetish, and, yeeeaaah, she may have made your first few months in Equestria extremely awkward but you still like her.
 
>Rarity is what really hits home. She sheltered you in your time of need, gave you work, and kept you well fed. You have nothing but respect for her.
>But, didn’t she just evict you?
>Shut up, it was just a heads-up kind of thing. It’s about time you found a place of your own, anyway.
“Fine, I’ll stop helping her. She doesn’t deserve any, if you’re telling the truth.”
>”Atta colt,” Rainbow Dash lowers her voice. “So what’s the plan?”
“Plan?”
>”Yeah, we need to get her good.”
“I don’t know… Shouldn’t we just be the better people and ignore her?”
>”Rainbow Dash is right Anon. Ponyville has made it clear that we don’t want Trixie here but she came back anyway. We need to take her down a notch. She needs to know that she ISN’T the Great and Powerful.”
>”Yeah, what Twilight said. So are you game?”
>…
>Sigh.
“Yeah, I’m game.”
>”Yes!”
>Rainbow Dash holds up a hoof.
>You bump it.
>Awwwww yeah.
>”… So...”
>”Don’t worry about it, Rainbow Dash. I know exactly what we’re going to do. You two get everyp0ny you can to the show. I’m going to get warmed up!”
>Twilight turns away but cocks her head towards the two of you.
>”Warmed up for what?”
>”The Element of Magic needs to be ready for her big show!”
>She does an excellent Trixie impression.
 
“How did you do this?”
>You point to the huge crowd in front of you. There must be over 150 here. They’re all gathered around the stage that somehow snuck its way into the same spot it occupied last night.
>”I only just told them it would be as cool as me.” Rainbow Dash boasts.
“Seriously?”
>”Mmmm… Yep!”
>”Anon! RD! Over here!” An orange, waving hoof sticks out of the crowd. How Applejack saw the two of you is a mystery.
>You squeeze through several ponies to finally get to her. Dash uses her FUCKING WINGS to cheat and fly over the crowd.
>”The two of ya excited ta see Trixie get what’s commin’ ta her?”
>You too, Applejack?
>You thought she would be a little different. Then again, she was one of the few who Trixie embarrassed.
>It still left a sour taste in your mouth.
>As the sun sets over the horizon, the crowd gets more anxious.
>This isn’t like yesterday, ponies actually WANTED to see Trixie preform.
>Damn, Dash. Good job.
>As the last sliver of Celestia’s sun fades, fireworks appears on the stage.
>In fact, it was the same fireworks at last night’s show.
>The crowd didn’t seem to care. Neither did you, this shit was fucking amazing.
>You and Rainbow Dash cheered and applauded, Applejack just gave the two of you a stern look.
>”Heh, just playing along, you know?”
>You weren’t, you don’t care who’s show it is. You love fireworks. Everyone loves fireworks!
>Trixie makes… the same exact entrance she did last night.
>Her show starts the same way.
>It continues the same way.
>The crowd was loving it.
>To your surprise, it ends in a bang. Unlike last night’s whimper.
>You’re still rather disappointed on the lack of new tricks, though.
>”Thank you, thank you!” Trixie called as several bits flew on stage. Holy shit, is this what a good show is like?
>As the crowd settles down, Trixie prepares a little speech.
>”Citizens of Ponyville! Trixie wishes to thank you once more! She understands her first visit was… Inappropriate!”
>Oh shit, is she apologizing?
“Dash, we gotta call this off.”
>”What do you mean?”
“Do you hear what she’s saying? She’s trying to redeem herself!”
>”Eh, I’m sure she’ll start messing up soon.”
>Trixie continues her speech.
>”And even though Trixie made a fool of herself once more last night, you gave her once more chance this evening! Trixie only hopes-“
>”Not so fast, Trixie!”
>Twilight’s voice echoes loudly through town square.
>With a magical pop, Twilight appears on-stage.
>She’s wearing the Element of Magic tiara.
>”We’ve had it with your show boating! It’s time you left Ponyville!”
>”Whatever do you mean? Trixie wasn’t showboating! She put on a wonderful performance for her loving fans! Isn’t that right?”
>More cheering from the crowd. More bits thrown on stage.
>”No, Trixie, don’t try to get out of this one! I’m here to do what I should have done the last time!”
>Mummers form the crowd, both of disapproval and encouragement.
>Trixie only titters.  
>”And what is that, exactly?”
>”To put you in your place!”
>The crowd dramatically gasps!
>”Hmph, very well…”
>She removes her hat with her hoof, levitates all the bits onstage into her hat, nearly filling it up, and places the hat back on her head. You don’t know how that worked. Magic? Probably.
>”Make your move, Twilight Sparkle.”