Title:           Trix of the Trade - Chapter 4
Author:          gadget
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First Edit:      Saturday 28th of April 2012 06:12:00 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 28th of April 2012 06:12:00 PM CDT

>You remember this movie.
>The antagonist has just made his last move.
>Then the protagonist appears heroically from the right.
>He approaches the villain.
>And says under his breath,
>”It’s on.”
>The stage lights up.
>The crowd goes wild.
>This is truly the rap battle of the century.
>The antagonist, so cocky in his abilities, gives the protagonist the first go at it.
>Yes, you remember this movie.
>Except it has less inner city parentless black children whose brother died earlier in the movie.
>And more magical mares.
>There are no beats to drop.
>Both contenders probably had privileged childhoods.
>If it weren’t for magic, this shit would be boring.
>Twilight accepts Trixie’s offer of first trick.
>”First, I’ll need a volunteer!”
>Several hooves shoot up across the audience.
>Twilight magically pulls the largest Stallion, Big Mac, out of the crowd and onto the stage.
>”Now, watch as I make Big Mac,” A large crimson cloth appears from nowhere. “Disappear!”
>The crowd gives a half-hearted cheer. Disappearing  have always been lame, Earth or Equestria. No exceptions.
>Twilight UNEXPECTEDLY throws the cloth over Big Mac. What’s going to happen next?!
>Apparently Trixie is having issues with keeping in her laugher, as well.
>”Fillies and Gentlecolts, please join me in the countdown!”
>”Three!” Only half of the crowd chants with her.
>”Two…”
>”One!”
 
>Twilight pulls the cloth off Big Mac.
>And he isn’t there!
>!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>Who could have guessed? Not you!
>”Hmmmmm! Where could have gone?!” Twilight is a terrible actor.
>Big Mac’s deep voice echoes throughout the crowd, “Here I am! Over here!”
>The crowd turns their heads to where the spot is coming from.
>Big Mac is now in the same spot he was 5 minutes before.
>It was met with small applause.
>You, Rainbow Dash, and Applejack joined in the applause, albeit reluctantly.  Twilight is much better than this.
>”Yeah, dude, that stunk.”
“Mmmhm.”
>”Maybe she’s jus’ gettin’ warmed up?”
“Maybe. Twilight doesn’t know how to perform so she might think the ‘Start small, end big.’ Tactic would work.”
>”Yeah, you’re supposed to start big then end bigger! Someone should go tell her. Anon?”
“Fuckin’… you have wings, you-“
>”Shh! Show’s startin’ back up.”
>As the light applause dies down, Trixie takes her turn to speak.
>”Ooh, Twilight. That’d be a cute little trick at a foal’s first birthday party.”
>Zing!
>A pony sized blue box magically appears next to Trixie. Her cutie mark is painted on the side.
>”And are we starting off with rookie volunteer-required magic? Very well.”
>Trixie glances over the crowd. A small smirk appears on her face as her eyes meet yours.
>Oh no. This iggggggggggggggggggffffffFFFFFFFFFNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
>YOU HEAR A LOUD POP AS YOU FALL ON YOUR ASS.
>WHAT JUST HAPPENED?
>WHY ARE YOU ON THE STAGE NEXT TO TRIXIE?
 
>”Volunteer! Trixie requires you to put your head into the box!”
>Okay you’re still kinda panicking!
>Were you teleported?! Yeah, that seems about right!
>You look to Twillight for help. She has a look of betrayal on her face.
>Reasonable enough.
>”Ahem.”
>Oh, right!
“Sorry.” You say weakly. You’re still shaken up about being teleported without warning.
>You get to your knees and lean your head over the box.
>Trixie takes her wizard cap off her head with her hoof. You still have no idea how that works.
>Trixie starts talking to Twilight, making sure to keep voice low enough so the crowd doesn’t hear.
>”You know, Twilight, that little trick of yours wasn’t half bad.”
>A few sparks of magic jumps form Trixie’s horn. Her hat and the box you’re leaning into give off a very subtle blue glow.
>”Trixie appreciates the classics. And the way you teleported your assistant without noise? That’s not an easy thing to do.”
>Trixie shoves her other forehoof into her hat.
>You feel… funny.
>”It’s a little nostalgic, actually…” Trixie sneers at Twilight. “It WAS Trixie’s first spell, after all.”
>You feel a strong sucking sensation on your head.
>The box draws you in.
>Everything goes blue.
>You then feel a hoof on your head.
>It SOMEHOW grabs your hair and yanks you upward.
>Before you figure out what the FUCK is going on, you’re looking straight into Trixie’s eyes.
>You hear the crowd behind you laughing and applauding.
>Trixie… turns you head towards the audience.
>ohfuckohfuckohfuckohfuckOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK
>WHY IS YOUR BODY RIGHT THERE, STILL STICKING IT’S HEAD IN THE BLUE BOX?!
 
>THIS IS NOT COOL THIS IS UNCOUTH THIS IS UNFUCKINGCOUTH
>DAMNIT RARITY, YOU CAN’T GET THAT WORD OUT OF YOUR HEAD
>TRIXIE TIPS THE HAT OVER. YOU’RE GOING TO BE SICK!
>SHE EVEN STARTS SHAKING IT A BIT!
”TrixieTrixieTrixieTrixieTrixie! Stop!”
>She ignores you.
>The feeling of gravity pulling you in multiple directions is blowing your mind in the worst possible way.
>Wait.
>You can feel the lower half of your body.
>Maybe if you just…
>”Push yourself through, already!” Trixie says under her breath.
>… You were about to do that.
>You attempt to move your body. It only twitches a bit.
>Your body feels a little… detached. Not just literally.
>You try again, it’s responding. It feels awkward but you can do this.
>You use your legs to push you through the box.
>Trixie’s hat stretches to silly widths as you slide out and land directly on your face.
>The crowd is dying of laughter.
>And despite your inevitable nightmares… you laughed too. Probably because you landed on your face.
>Trixie then holds her hat over her shoulder like it’s a rocket launcher and aims it at Twilight.
>You don’t notice the blue box levitating over your head.
>It slams down on the stage around your body.
>Your body goes from 0 to 40 within a second. The pain is brief but intense.
>You also notice the gravity shift. Yep, she used that darn Portal magic on you again.
>You crash into something, you’re moving too fast to figure out what it is.
 
>With a hard thud, you and the unknown object land… somewhere.
>You’re not onstage anymore. The lights coming from it have faded.
>”UGH! I can’t believe she did that!” Oh hey it’s Twilight.
>”Where’s my stupid Tiara…” You hear rustling around you. You suspect Twilight is looking for her stupid Tiara.
>”Aha! Found it! Come on, Anon! We’re going to show her a thing or two about magic.”
>You try to say ‘No’ but you only manage a pained grunt.
>”Ugh, fine. It’s not like you were being useful anyway.”
>Fuck you, Twilight Sparkle.
>You hear Twilight teleport away while you lie there on your back and enjoy the silence.
>No, wait, you’re starting to gain some feeling back. There’s pain and lots of it.
>Fuuuuuuuuuuuun.       
>You continue to lay down and listen to the show. The two go turn-by-turn.
>Trixie is winning the favor of the townsponies.
>After what feels like an hour, you attempt to move once more.
>The pain isn’t nearly as bad as you previously thought. It must have been your overdramatic side screaming in pain.
>You’re still going to want to get yourself checked out.
>You slowly get to your feet and begin to walk back towards the crowd.
>You return to find both Trixie and Twilight have stopped doing magic altogether and started arguing, standing a few feet apart from each other and nearly growling.
>”Trixie HAS been trying to make up for her past mistakes!”
>”No you haven’t! You just opened your wagon and put on a magic show! That’s not apologizing!”
>”Yes but Trixie has changed!” Trixie spots you just outside the large crowd.
>Ugh, why you?
>Whatever. Bracing for teleport.
 
>Surprisingly enough, being prepared for a teleport makes it hardly noticeable.
>Aside from the bright light and instant scenery change, of course.
>”Anonymous can vouch for Trixie! He knows she has changed!” Oh, NOW Trixie knows your name.
“I don’t know what you were like bef-“
>”No, Anon knows how much of a… MULE you’ve been to everyp0ny!”
>The crowd gasps. Trixie looks horrified by Twilight’s remark.
>Okay, come on. Mules are sentient beings. Some are actually pretty cool, too.
>”How dare you insult Trixie so! You may have been a passive little the Filly last time we met but I can see you were just hiding your own… Mule-ish attitude!”
>The crowd gasps again! Seriously, what the fuck? Since when was it, ‘Love and Tolerate everyp0ny. Except Mules, Fuck those dudes.’
>Twilight audibly growls andMAGICALLYPUSHESYOUINTOTRIXIEANDYOUFALLONYOURASS
>ARE YOU MAD?
>YES
>YES
>CHOOSE BOTH
“Twilight, what the hell?!”
>Trixie pushes you into Twilight before you can get an answer.
>Then Twilight FUCKING THROWS you on top of Trixie.
>Trixie howls in anger. Twilight imitates her and begins to charge.
>You feel magic grasp you once again as Trixie swings you around as a weapon.
>You’re now too sick to be mad.
>The situation also feels a little ironic for some reason.
>You collide with Twilight’s ribcage and the two of you go flying. Again.
>But only a few feet this time.
 
“Shit, Twilight are yo-“
>Oh, she’s picked you up now. Apparently you’re an ideal Unicorn weapon. Good to know.
>Trixie, obviously afraid of your effectiveness as a weapon, quickly teleports between you and Twilight.
>A bubble of force explodes around Trixie ONCE AGAIN sending you and Twilight flying, in opposite directions this time.
>Twilight hits the back of the stage as you glide over the audience.
>Another force grabs you. This one is different. Instead of magic, you feel two hooves wrapped around your underarms.
>”Gotcha, bro!”
>Bro. BRO! RAINBOW DASH! THANK YOU!
“Why haven’t you tried stopping this?!”
>Rainbow Dash sets you down in the middle of the crowd. She looked positively excited.
>”Are you seeing this? This is so cool!”
>You look back at the stage to see something you’ve always dreamed of watching.
>Something that drove you, and the crowd, wild.
>A fucking wizard fight.
>Twilight’s magic was strong. She could probably take Trixie down in a few good hits.
>But Trixie was fast. Being quick, smart, and subtle was a part of her profession.
>Twilight planted herself firmly on the ground as she began to unleash a torrent of magical lasers.
>Trixie weaves between a few of them before teleporting behind Twilight.
>Twilight predicted this and conjured up a small purple shield.
>Trixie is a little dumbfounded, caught off guard by Twilight’s, well, guard.
>Twilight uses this moment of weakness to expand her bubble shield enough to throw Trixie off balance.
>She then pivots on her hind legs to face Trixie.
>And blasts her in the chest with another beam.
 
>Trixie is knocked on her back hard and she slides across the stage a few feet.
>She’s down for the count.
>Twilight adopts a smug look.
>”Serves you right!”
>”S-Shut up…” Trixie rolls onto her stomach, giving the audience a good view of the singed area on her chest.
>She struggles to stand up but holds her composure once she does.
>”Trixie did nothing wrong. You… You insulted her, you accused her of something she didn’t do, and you attacked her. You-“
>”Stop that! That third-person talk the worst thing about you!”
>”Trixie refuses to listen to violent, senseless ponies such as you!”
>Trixie cocks her wizard cap.
>Round 2
>Twilight gets in the same position as before but Trixie isn’t stupid enough to try teleporting behind her again.
>Before Twilight can start firing again, Trixie stomps her hoof on the stage, a small board springs up and thwaps her in the underbelly.
>The attack to her underside startled Twilight more than it hurt her, which was the plan. Trixie used the opportunity to jump in close and use the exploding bubble once again.
>Her hat comes off in the process, landing somewhere behind Twilight.
>Twilight quickly recovers. She readies another spell, you recognize it before it goes off. Twilight’s teleport spell has quite a windup before it goes off.
>It also gives its destination away as she ports.
>Trixie’s teleports as well. Hers is faster, quieter, and not nearly as visual. It’s like she fades in and out of existence for a moment.
>Trixie teleports in front of her wizard cap, facing the other direction. She levitates the cap to about flank-level.
 
>Twilight finally ports back into existence. Her teleport was quick but when compared to Trixie’s it was nothing.
>Twilight was thrown off by Trixie’s expression.
>It could only be read as…
>’Check Mate’ Yeah, something like that.
>You finally notice it. The blue box from before was levitating over Twilight’s head.
>Twilight notices it just as you do. She attempts to move but once Twilight makes the slightest twitch, the box comes down on her with enough force to kill a pony.
>Twilight emerges from Trixie cap.
>And flies straight into a hard buck from the Mare of Magic herself.
>A deafening CRACK is heard over the cheers, boos, and applause of the audience.
>Twilight slumps to the floor of the stage. Her tiara lies at her side.
>Trixie waits a moment before claiming victory.
>She takes the tiara and places it on her own head.
>”Behold! Trixie is the new Element of Magic!”
>The crowd goes wild.
>Rainbow Dash and Applejack sit on the ground and stare, wide-eyed and mouths gaping.
>And you… Don’t know.
>But you do know that…
>That
>Was
>So
>FUCKING
>COOL
 
>Trixie struts around stage, showing off her new prize.
>You feel something nudge your sides a few times but you’re too captivated with Trixie to pay attention.
>The nudging stop as Rainbow Dash flies onto stage.
>Rainbow Dash! This isn’t your show, get off the stage!
>Oh. She’s helping Twilight. That’s cool, just stay out the way, Trixie might do some more cool stuff.
>Something lightly kicks your knee cap, breaking you out of your trance.
>”C’mon, Sugarcube. RD is gonna need our help.”
“Right… Right.”
>Rainbow drags Twilight’s unconscious body off the side of the stage and onto Applejack’s back. You help by steadying Twilight with a hand.
>The trip back is slow. You don’t mind, you’re still in pain from being used as a ragdoll and a weapon.
>… And you won’t stop looking to Trixie for, you don’t know, reprieve from these mares?
>’You two, release Trixie’s buddy so he can watch more of her show!’
>’Nuh-uh! He’s our friend and he wants to help Twilight!’
>’Is this true, best friend Anonymous?!’
>’No way, Trixie! I want to see more of your show!’
>’You see! Wouldn’t you prefer if your friend was enjoying himself?’
>’Ah never thought of it that way.’
>’Yeah, Anon! You should go have fun at Trixie’s show!’
>’Radicaaaaaaaal’
>Shit, you got caught up in your daydream and Trixie’s stage is out of view.
 
>Twilight’s Library comes into view.
>Thoughts of returning to Trixie’s show have faded. She DID use you as a weapon and she DID act like a total bitch.
>Twilight was being bitchier.
>Yeah and you’re not exactly happy with her, either. Twilight’s hostility was rather out of character.
>Rainbow Dash opens the door to Library. She allows Applejack in but puts a hoof on your chest to stop you from entry.
>”I think you can go home, Anon.”
>She doesn’t look mad, just a little disappointed. Understandable enough, you should have been more helpful, tonight.
“Alright, I should go catch some sleep. You should go do the same.”
>”… Yeah. Night, Anon.”
“Night, Dash.”
>You wave her good night and return to Rarity’s Boutique.
>You hear nothing stir as you enter. Rarity must have already gone to sleep.
>You shuffle to your room, fall on the bed, and allow sleep to quickly embrace you.
 
>You wake up the next morning as sore as can be. Nothing really hurts as you move so perhaps you can pass on the visit to the pony doctor.
>It takes a few seconds of focus until you realize what woke you up.
>”Anonymousss~, are you awake?” Rarity’s voice calls from the other room.
“Sorta”
>”What was that, dear?” You can hear her standing just outside your door.
“Yeah, yeah. Awake.”
>”Are you… decent?”
>Boxers and a T-Shirt… Not for Rarity, no.
>You quickly slip on a dirty pair of pants. You’ll put on something a little nicer after a shower.
 
“Yes, Rarity, you may enter.”
>She opens your door and takes a couple steps in. She winces once she sees what you’re wearing.
>Fuck off, you JUST woke up.
“Is there something you need help with?”
>”Erm, yes. I told my mother I would walk with Sweetie Bell to school this morning but I’m swamped with work. Could you perhaps…”
“Yeah, that’s fine. Um, what time is it?”
>”Around 6:30! Just enough time to get yourself properly prepared for the day!”
>Too early. Fuck you. Fuck Rarity. Fuck this gay Equestria.
“Thanks, Rarity. I’m going to take a shower, there any hot water left?”
>”Mmhm! Just be sure to make it quick, darling.”
>You then enter the bathroom, proceed to do the morning routine, and exit lookin’ good as usual.
>Aaaaand it’s 7:15. You need to stop taking long showers.
“I’m headin’ out, Rarity!” You call as you finish putting on your second shoe.
>The walk to Rarity’s Parent’s house was a short 15 minutes in the opposite direction of the school.
>Sweetie Bell sits next to the front door.
>She notices you as you get close, her face lights up with excitement. You smile back.
>Sweetie Bell and the rest of the CMC warmed up to you pretty quickly. They were a little annoying but way too adorable to not love instantly.
>”Hey Anonymous! What are you doing here?”
>You squat down as she approaches you.
“Your sister was busy this morning so she asked me to take you to school.”
>”Okay! You’re way funner than Rarity anyway!”
“Hah! Totally.”
 
>You and Sweetie Bell slowly make way back into Ponyville. Darn those cute little legs of hers.
>You walk as slowly as you can as Sweetie Bell walks, skips, hops, and jogs next to you.
>The trip is pretty quiet, she keeps herself entertained.
>Until…
>”Is Rarity your special somepony?”
>You spit out your dr-… oh wait you weren’t drinking anything.
“Excuse me?”
>”Is Rarity your special somepony? Both of you get along really well and I think you two look kinda cute together.”
“No. Rarity is not my special somepony.”
>”Why not?”
>Oh boy, you honestly never thought you’d have this conversation.
“For quite a while, I thought Rarity had feelings for me but I couldn’t return those feelings.”
>”Uh-huh.”
“So I ignored it and just went on with my life. By the way, don’t ever do that. Things have a tendency to blow up in your face when you do.”
>”Did something happen with Rarity?”
“Nah, I got lucky. Turns out she didn’t have feelings for me, either. I thought she was going to propose a couple nights ago but she just asked me to move out.”
>”WHAT?!” Holy shit, that voice crack.
“Yeah, I’m moving into a new place once I find a job.”
>”You’re moving?! But… But” Oh gosh, is she crying?
>She is! Ohnoohnoohno.
“S-Sweetie Bell! I’m not moving away from Ponyville! Just calm down, we’ll still see eachother.”
>”Are you sure… ?” Oh my god that face. Those eyes. Her tears.
>Your heart is melting.
>You kneel down and pull her into a tight hug.
“Yeah, I’m sure.”
>She sniffs as she tries to hold another tear back.
>”Thanks, Anon.”
 
>Sweetie Belle gives you another tight hug around your ankle before running into her classroom.
>Sweet Filly, her friends are great too. She’ll find her place in the world someday.
>Having no plans for the day and with Trixie gone, you take the long route to the boutique.
>You toss a newspaper vendor a couple bits as you pass by and grab a paper.
>The headline reads, ‘MARE OF MAGIC DEFEATS THE ELEMENT OF MAGIC’
>You don’t bother to read it, you know what happened.
>You flip through the pages of the paper, looking for anything interesting.
>You stop on the Funny Pages. You always stop on the funny pages.
>’Ponies vs. The Humens’ Ah yes, this daily comic strip is always funny. You don’t know why but some of this shit is gold. “I have to love fast and balloons too slow!” So The Human hugged ponies with bear hands!’ Kills you every time.
>This week’s was no different. A ‘Humen’ carrying a lot of cakes walks by two police ponies. One pony points at the ‘Human’ and screams, “STOP THE HUMEN!” They give chase and fall into a hole. Fucking comedic gold.
>’Human, if you read this I hope you understand this is satirical and I mean no harm. In fact, if you ever find the time I’d love to have you over for an afternoon tea.’ –Writer, Illustrator, Lyra Heartstrings.
>Hmmm, she does write that in every day. She must be losing some money for taking up that space.
>Shit, you have no plans today. You’ll visit her this afternoon.
 
>You turn to the classifieds section.
>…
>Nothing! Nothing good!
>Why don’t they just plaster a big ol’ “WE DON’T WANT NO HUMAN WORKING IN PONYVILLE” at the top?
>You toss the paper in the nearest trashcan and continue towards the Boutique.
>Only delayed by a few passing ponies wishing you a good morning, you quickly make it there.
>The bell rings as you open the door. Huh, she doesn’t normally put it up until she opens the store for the day.
>”Anonymous, is that you?”
>Her voice sounds a little panicked.
“Rarity is something wrong?”
>”No, not at all, darling. Just please come into the kitchen.”
>You followed her voice into the kitchen and saw something that made your heart skip a beat or two.
>Rarity sat at one side of the table, wearing the worst fake smile you’ve ever seen.
>And Trixie, still wearing Twilight’s Tiara from the night before.
>A small cup of tea sat in front of both of them.
>”Anonymous, was it? Take a seat.” Trixie beckons to the chair in front of you.
>You oblige.
“You can just call me Anon.”
>Your tone is flat. You don’t know how to feel about Trixie. You spent all day helping her and all you got in return was one bitchy attitude.
>Dude, why do you think she’s here now?
>Huh, that makes sense, actually.
>You relax a little.
>”Very well, Anon.” She takes a sip of tea. “So where did you run off to last night, hm? You didn’t make it easy for Trixie to track you down.”
“Heh, sorry. I guess I should’ve stuck around for the after party?”
>”Oh, don’t you worry about that. The only pony invited to Trixie’s after party was Twilight’s volunteer.”
>Dude, gross.
>”Anonymouswouldyoulikesometea!?” Rarity blurts out.
>Rarity may not have been at Trixie's show but Trixie wasn't very subtle with that statement. She knew the meaning behind it.
 
 
>Things became very awkward from this point.
“Yes please…”
>Rarity begins to pour you a cup.
>”So, uh, you two bucking?”
>”Aah!” Rarity drops the pot of tea.
>It pours into YOU LAP HOLY FUCK
“TRIXIEWHY?!”
>”I’m so sorry Anonymous!” Rarity levitates a rag over to your lap and begins to gently dab the spots tea spilled on.
>Trixie snickers.
“R-rarity, I’ll take care of it.”
>”Aww, it looked like she was having fun cleaning up.”
>Rarity is shaking with anger at this point.
>”You know, Anon. Trixie was about to leave for  Appleoosa and she was hoping you could join her. You. Her. Alone. I’m sure your… marefriend wouldn’t mind.“
>”That’s enough!”
>Rarity was on her two hind legs now, resting the forehooves on the table. She was frothing with anger.
“Rarity.”
>”If you’re going to come in here and make crude comments about Anonymous and I, then I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave!”
>Trixie’s grin grows a little wider.
“Rarity…”
>She continues to ignore you.
>”And how DARE you insinuate Anonymous and I are… doing that, then proceed to try and abduct him from me! I ought to-“
“Rarity!”
>Rarity takes a deep, shuddering breath, trying to calm herself down.
>”Yes, Anonymous?”
“Could you give Trixie and me some time?”
>”Yes, Trixie would like some time alone with this handsome human. “
>”Shut up! Just… Please be quiet.”
>Whoa, you’ve never heard Rarity tell anyone to shut up.
>Rarity sighs and turns to exit the room.
>“I will fetch you a new set of clothes, Anonymous. Please make your meeting with this… quick.” You swear you heard Rarity call Trixie a Mule.
 
>She exits the room, giving you and Trixie the privacy she wanted.
“So, what’s this really about?”
>”First…”
>A small bag pops into view in front of Trixie’s face. It drops to the table like a bag of rocks. It sounds like a bag of bits, however.
“What’s this?”
>”Compensation.” She shoves the bag over to you with a hoof.
>”Trixie is well aware of her previous reputation around this mudhole. You told her you had connections to Twilight Sparkle, the Element of Magic. Trixie thought you’d invite her. And any kind of recognition from her is good publicity.”
“Uh huh…”
>”You did even better. You got her to challenge Trixie! A risky gamble, but it obviously paid off. This is your cut.”
“Huh…” You open the bag.
>”24 bits, Trixie believes that is an appropriate payment for your services.”
>Is that it?
>Better than nothing, which would probably be what you got if you told Trixie it was all Rainbow Dash’s doing.
>”And…” She leans in close. “There’s more where that came from, if you know what she’s saying.”
“What who’s saying?”
>Trixie rolls her eyes. “Trixie.”
>You give her a deadpan look. This third-person bullshit is really getting on your nerves.
>”Trixie isn’t going to stop so get used to it.”
“It’s not like I have to put up with it for any longer. You ARE leaving today, right?”
>”Yes, Trixie is leaving Ponyville by this afternoon. But, stop sidetracking her for a moment!”
 
“Right, that. What did you mean by that?“
>”Give her a moment and she’ll tell you! Ahem...”
>Trixie wraps her cape around herself with one hoof and sticks another one in the air. She closes her eyes and points her nose to the sky.
>”Trixie would like to personally invite you to her next performance.”
>She pauses for a moment.
“Go on.”
>”Shh!”
>godfuckingdamnit
>”She has selected you, Anonymous, for possible future employment as long as you fulfill-“
>You stopped listening. Did she just say that word? That beautiful, magical word?
>Employment?!
“I accept!”
>”Uhm… Trixie wasn’t finished.”
“Right, heh, sorry. It’s just… I’ve been looking for some sort of employment for a while now.”
>”Have you ever been employed before? Trixie’s going to need somepony who knows how to work his tail off!”
>Aww yeah, time to boast.
>You lean on the table with one arm, making gestures with the other one as you talk.
“Well, aha, because of me this little Boutique is the biggest supplier of High-End outfits in Canterlot. If I didn’t come around, the name ‘Rarity’ wouldn’t be known anywhere outside Ponyville.”
>”I heard that!” Rarity’s voice echoes from somewhere in the Boutique.
>Oh shit. You wipe the smug grin off double-quick.
>You looked back to Trixie to see her mouth agape.
>”Wait, you don’t mean… THE Rarity?! The owner of THE Carousel Boutique!?”
 
>She bangs her head against the table, sending Twilight’s Element Tiara thing sliding across the table.
>“UUUUGH, how did Trixie not to put two-and-two together?! Trixie is supposed to be rubbing hooves with famous Canterlot ponies, NOT rubbing them the wrong way.”
>Her head shoots back up. She has a huge grin on her face and her eyes twinkle a little bit.
>”Wait! Did you say YOU are to credit for her success?”
>You shrug. You can’t take ALL the credit.
“I put the right words in the right ears. Rarity does all the amazing dress making.”
>”B-b-but you made HER famous in Canterlot! And then you got the Element of Magic to challenge Trixie at her own show! So you would say this is something you’re good at?”
“… Yeah?”
>Trixie squees in delight. She can be pretty cute when she isn’t herself.
>Rarity returns with your new set of clothes.
>”Now, I assume your business with Mister Anonymous is finished. I must kindly ask you to leave my Boutique.” Rarity says unkindly.
>”Not yet. Would you excuse Trixie and Anon for another-“
>”Now.”
>Trixie tries to combat Rarity’s demands with a harsh glare.
>Rarity returns it tenfold.
>Trixie groans very dramatically.
>”Fine!”
>She reaches over the table for Twilight’s tiara but Rarity magics it out of her reach.
>”And this is not yours.”
>Trixie looks like she’s about to give Rarity an earful, but holds her tongue.
>She slowly gets out of her seat and looks at you.
>”Come, Trixie still needs to talk to you.”
>You internally sigh as you get up and walk alongside her to the front room.
>She stops you as she reaches the door.
>”So, does Trixie’s offer entice you?”
“I don’t know.” You scratch your arm nervously. “It’s a pretty big decision and I don’t think I can make it immediately.”
>Trixie responds with a grumble.
“And you said you didn’t finish, I’m going to want more details.”
>”Ugh, so picky. But, fair enough. Come by Trixie’s wagon BEFORE noon. If Trixie leaves any later than that, she’s wasting bits. Until then, discuss things with your…” She snickers a little. “Marefriend.”
“Trixie… We’re not fillies.”
>”Oh, Trixie just wanted to see her face go red once more.” She points somewhere behind you. You turn when she does.
>You see Rarity, who was eavesdropping on the conversation.
>Satisfied with that ruckus she’s stirred up, Trixie leaves the boutique/
>”You’re not seriously considering her offer, are you?”
“Yeah, a little.”
>”I don’t understand how you can bear the company of that… Ugh!” Rarity violently shivers
“You know I need a job. Especially since… Well, given the circumstances.”
>”… I won’t hold your hand on this one, Anonymous.”
>This wasn’t an answer you expected.
>”This is your decision to make. I just think you’re about to make the wrong one.”
“I don’t know. I can’t find any other work and the offer comes off the table this afternoon…”
>”Yes but think of what you’d be losing if you made such a rash decision.
>…
>Nothing. You hate to admit it but nothing important hold you to Ponyville.
>Yes you have friends here but they won’t stop being your friends if you were to leave.
>You think.
>”I must get back to work. I hope to see you this evening.”
>Not another word is spoken between the two of you as she retreats into her workshop.