My Little Mistakes

"Applejack? Twilight? Where are you, dears?" a voice spoke with a great degree of panic. "If this is some sort of practical joke I assure you it is not funny in the least!" The empty room around her did not respond with anything more than an ominous echo of her shout. In the darkness, a snow white mare with a royal violet mane slowly moved forward. It felt... Lonely. Not the eerie horror she would have expected from such a foreboding location.

Today had been horrible. First finding herself stuck at the library due to a thunderstorm Rainbow Dash had been forced to reschedule, Rarity had been made to attend a sleepover hosted by Twilight. From there, she and Applejack had only become more and more furious with one another. After finally curling up beneath the covers, Applejack had cannon-balled onto the mattress, throwing her off, and... Now she was here. Nothing in between that, she was just hurled off the bed and when she opened her eyes... Here she was.

"Twilight! If this is some kind of trick Applejack is playing on me I implore you to make her stop!" Nothing. Not a sound.

"Spiky-wiky? Can you hear me? Please make them stop this!" The room remained silent. "Somepony! ANYPONY! ANSWER ME!" Rarity was in full panic at this point. What was going on? Why was she alone? Would her friends really do something like this to her? Or did she hit her head on the floor and this entire space was fabricated by her mind?

"No, you are not her!" A voice in the distance finally broke her train of thought.

"Oh please, the true Trixie has seen Hasbro toys that look more real than you!" And her spot of hope was dashed upon recognizing the voice.

Oh, not her. Please, when I said anypony, I meant anypony BUT *her*. Rarity thought to herself. Still, with no other leads, and determination to get to the bottom of this, she began moving in the direction of the voice.

"You foals! There is but one and only Great and Powerful Trixie! And she stands before you foalish impostors!"

"Cute. Very cute. You amuse Trixie with your shoddy knock off of her ability. But Trixie does not believe you know who you are dealing with. For the mare you see before you is Trixie, and she does not enjoy having a pitiful party of imitators attempting to mooch off of her success."

"The Great and Powerful Trixie scoffs at your lies! Only one among us can be Trixie. We shall find somepony else to judge us. And when TRIXIE wins, she shall have you imprisoned for stealing her image! You are all foals to think you could possibly imitate Trixie!"

"Trixie approves of this herself. She shall win and you foals shall be out of her mane for good."

The bickering, boasting, and gratuitous use of third pony speech belonged to the most incompetent and overconfident mare Rarity had met in her life... Though, Schizophrenic? She never would have guessed. The voice had been getting louder for a while, but she still was unable to make out where its owner was.

"She will do." The voice spoke from directly behind Rarity. Wheeling around quickly, she found it too late as a her limbs were restrained by a pink aura.

"Trixie, unhoof me this instant!" Rarity snapped at her as she struggled against the magical bonds, her own magic unable to push away Trixie's.

"Hm? You have met Trixie?" The blue mare then cringed before putting on a scowl "Ah, yes, Trixie remembers you from that accursed Ponyville. Then this shall be simple."

"What do you me- eh?!" Rarity was struck dumb as no less than four more Trixies emerged from the shadows in the room, each lighting her own horn to be seen.

"You shall listen to each of us and decide who is the true Trixie, and who is a foalish phony."

Funny, I thought those were the same thing, Rarity thought to herself, though emotionally, she was terrified. How could there be more than one Trixie? What kind of sick, twisted mind would manipulate the world in a way that would make this possible?(1)

"And should I refuse?" Rarity asked automatically, not really listening, only darting her eyes between Trixies. The Trixie on the far left responded.

"The True Trixie remembers how much you care about your mane, so should you not comply, she will pull it out, strand by strand." Rarity snapped out her trance instantly.

"YOU WOULDN'T DARE!" Rarity shouted back in horror, the threat clearly eliciting the response Trixie had hoped for. As the pale pink light of five blue horns illuminated a small patch of the room, five smirking faces could be seen beneath each.

"Would you like to test Trixie?" They responded together. Rarity pouted before her face fell into a grimace and she hung her head in defeat.

"Very well, er, Trixies. I have but one request."

"And that would be? Trixie shall humor you."

"That we find another to help. I only saw you at your performance and the ursa incid-"

"NEVER SPEAK OF THAT!" All five bellowed at their captive, leaving her ears ringing.

"...Right. As I was saying, I only saw your performance for a short time before being humiliated into fleeing, so I believe another pony would be necessary to make a proper decision." In reality, Rarity simply didn't want to deal with Trixie alone. One was bad enough, but listening to five of her in a row? There are some things even a proper mare does not have the patience and will to handle.

"Trixie... shall consider your request. We shall search for a single hour, if nopony is found then, You shall make the decision on your own."

"Very well then."

"Where should we begin?"

"To our left would be Trixie's best guess."

"Well the real Trixie believes we should head forward."

"No, Trixie says we should head back!"

"You aren't Trixie!" and thus, the arguing began again. Rarity facehoofed (internally, as her physical hooves were still quite efficiently restrained.)

I suppose it truly is impossible for anypony to work with Trixie, including Trixie. Rarity muttered under her breath.

"You are such a stubborn foal! Listen to Trixie when she commands you!"

"Ha! That's Trixie's line! We are heading left!"

"Back!"

"Ahead!"

"LEFT!"

"NO, BACK!"

"WE ARE GOING --"

Suddenly, the sound of a loud blast echoed in the distance and the ground began to tremble slightly. All six mares turned in the direction of the sound and saw a pale purple glow in the distance.

"Toward that light?" Rarity finished for her.

"...Y-yes, Trixie believes that is our best lead."

"T-T-Trixie agrees with her d-doppelganger." The rest responded, obviously shaken by the sudden noise.

"Now then." The Trixie who had been restraining Rarity spoke after a moment to gather her bearings, "We shall each take hold of one of her limbs. Trixie grows tired of holding her still alone."

"What!?" Rarity shouted at her, "When will you brutes just let me walk!?"

"When the real Trixie is determined and the others are exposed. Now, we do not have time to waste. Each of you grab one of her legs." Rarity felt a shift of magic, but it all felt the same as before - until an unfamiliar feeling took place. She couldn't describe it easily, it was like feeling of a new presence between her hind legs(2).

"...Trixie didn't think she had five."

"Yes, quite an odd condition."

"What do you mean?" Rarity asked, curious to figure out what it was she had felt.

"Oh, Trixie was just observing your third hind leg. She di-"

"WHAT." Rarity interrupted. "Let me see there!" Squirming violently, the Trixies allowed her to look back, and, to her shock, she had indeed sprouted a third hind leg. It had her white coat, clean and shining, and even her spa treated hooficure. "That's...?" She stared at the appendage and waited a moment. Placing her focus and will into it, she saw the leg raise and move about to her will. Before she could examine further, one of the Trixies moved in next to her.

"Do you want to simply talk to Trixie now, alone? Your hour is burning away. We could always skip the search."

"N-no, that's quite alright, lead the way." Rarity replied hastily. Now she absolutely NEEDED one of her friends to talk to, she was already in shock from the odd deformity, having to deal with Trixie while under this stress would surely drive her mad.

"Very well, we shall advance." The party gathered around Rarity and began to move forward.

The initial shock had worn off fairly quickly, and Rarity had begun to contemplate her situation. She was in a strange place, surrounded by copies of a mare she could hardly stand, and to top it all off, she had somehow sprouted an extra limb without even noticing.

This is going to be one of those days, isn't it? She thought to herself.