Title:           Trixie story - Part 1 -
Author:          WriteLurker
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First Edit:      Wednesday 17th of September 2014 09:51:33 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 17th of September 2014 09:51:33 PM CDT

>You are Anon
>You feel like you've got life mostly figured out
>Job that doesn't make you want to headbutt the nearest coat rack
>Last year of your degree
>Most of the courses are chill as fuck, same with the schedule
>Friends are social in just the right amount, neither smothering you or leaving you behind
>Spend most days working, gaming or browsing the spooderwebs
>Stream a lot of shows
>Return to MLP now and then
>Even surf /mlp/ on occasion
>The hiatus seems like it's driving everyone slightly nuts, in subtly 'off' ways
>There's even a fucking vore general
>But you enjoy the board anyway, for some dumb reason
>Said reason being the waifu threads
>You've long since abandoned the manestream six
>Not that it was a choice, really
>No, your attentions have been captured by the magnetic magician mare, Trixie
>Maybe you're developing - or had always had - a femdom fetish, or something
>Though...she's cute
>You can't put your finger on just what appeals to you about her, but trying just feels pointless
>Something about not questioning the good things that come your way, you suppose
>Today, you've been rewatching mlp for fun and profit - you managed to talk your professor into giving you some extra credit if you could write a paper on the thoughts, feelings and motivations of all the characters with a speaking role in the show
>You're kind of surprised you managed to talk him into it, but hey, gift horses
>But binge-watching is pretty exhausting
>So Destiny's been a welcome distraction
>People call it Call of HaloLands, but they seem to forget that some actually enjoy CoD, Halo and Borderlands
>Even non-fratboys
>Shock of all shocks, right
>Anywho
>After the fifth 'just one more', you finally tear yourself from the screen and turn off the console
>It's late
>Too tired to go all the way to your bed
>So you just lay down on the couch
>You watched up to the end of Season 3 today, and it just seemed so messed up that Sombra exploded
>Like, fucking jesus
>But what caught your attention was - well, several things, actually
>That fucking mirror pool and the existential implications, for example
>The return of Trixe, actually, was interesting
>How'd she acquire the alicorn amu- well, okay, the show showed that, but still
>It's getting hard to think straight
>You yawn loudly
"Trixie a best pony" you mutter
>and with that, sleep overtakes you
 
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>Your heart is beating
>Your eyes are stinging
>Your breath is ragged
>The night is dark (and full of terrors, you suppose)
>You're not sure where you are
>You just know that it's not Ponyville
>And right now, that's the most important thing
>Even if you miss the reassuring glow of lanterns from Ponie's windows
>You slow down, going into a speedy trot rather than full gallop
>Slowly but surely your eyes are adjusting to the darkness
>Today had been a horrid day for the Great and Powerful Trixie
>In fact, Trixie felt neither Great nor Powerful right now
>No, right now, it was only you, Trixie Lulamoon
>The pony, not the persona
>That had shattered into a thousand pieces
>Along with your home and stage
>You let out a heavy sigh and use your magic to wipe your red, puffy eyes dry
>Who were you trying to kid
>Even if you'd lost everything, there'd still be the Great and Powerful Trixie
>Partly because the show must go on
>And partly because being Great and Powerful was rather comforting
>While it seemed to put some ponies off, it also seemed to inspire awe and loyalty from others
>Like those two dopey unicorn colts in Ponyville
>Well, they were a dopey pair of numbnuts, but they were rather sweet...
>You feel your eyes sting a bit again, but hold back the tears
>Celestia knows you've cried enough today
>But...they were the closest things you've had to friends in a long while
>It..felt good to be admired
>Even if it was the act that received praise, not the pony behind it
>But then, you ought to be used to it by now, being a professional magician and showmare
>You push the thoughts from your mind as you come upon a clearing
>You notice a farmhouse, a silo, and most hearteningly of all, a light
>Even just the thought of what you're about to do makes your pride hurt
>The pain cuts right into the core of your very being
>You suspect you'd choose being stepped on by an Ursa minor would be preferable, that whole 'gruesome death' business notwithstanding
>But for now you decide to swallow your pride
>You take a deep breath, then exhale and approach the farmhouse
>Looking around to see what sort of farm it is, you don't see anything one could farm here
 
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>The night passed peacefully, bar the rumbling of thunder and the crack of the occasional lightning
>Anon slept deep, stirring once or twice
>However, as dawn approached, an eerie purple mist coalesced into being seemingly from the aether
>Slowly but methodically it enveloped Anon
>The lazy bastard still slept through it
>Around him, time warped and space bent
>Suddenly, he was weightless
>Then gravity kicked in and he fell
>That woke him up
>Just in time to give the ground a big, sloppy kiss