Blood Boil

Usually, she would have pranced home. She’d have bounced and bobbled down the path with her cape fluttering behind her, with a slick and (dare she might say) sexy sway of her tail. Her ears would be perky, her nose would be high towards the sky, and she’d breathe in the air of achievement she was so accustom to after a fantastic performance. Trixie found that there was nothing better than the glow of success that tickled her from nose to tail; a glow she had not felt in days.

Each hoof felt as if it were anchored with lead. Her cape spilled about the ground as she walked, caked with mud and debris, and her beautiful hat sagged to one side. The interview had gone horrible. This particular town required approval from the mayor before Trixie could roll in with her cart and start selling her performance and her wares. Oh, the interview started well enough, until she accidentally pulled a parasprite out of her hat instead of a rabbit. Then she managed to set the mayor’s desk aflame and tried to quell the blaze with the first thing she could think of- which was summoning a quart of custard. That was before it all ended with a nigh unfortunate cow explosion (Which she was still not entirely convinced was her fault. Yes she had summoned the cows, and yes, she had lit the dynamite, but if it weren't for the mayor screaming about parasprites, her concentration wouldn't have been off. There were no fatalities, but it would be a long, long time, before the town would again taste the joys of chocolate milk).

At least now it was over, and she could soak in the tub to wear away her woes of the day- which she would attend to promptly as soon as she put out the fire in her house. Trixie’s mouth dropped open in horror at the beautiful inky blotches of smoke that rose from over the hill towards her cottage and tumbled into the sky. Immediately Trixie’s mind raced for causes. Had she left the fireplace going? The oven on? No. No. There could only be one cause of this.
Twilight. Sparkle.

The door nearly exploded off it’s hinges when Trixie flung herself into her home, frantically searching for the source of the fire, custard spell at the ready!!

Only there was no fire.

Instead of roaring, flickering flames eating her house, she found her modest little cottage spotlessly cleaned. The dishes were done, the floor was mopped, books alphabetized on the shelves, fresh flowers in the vase. And there, standing in the middle of the cottage with a bright friendly smile, was Twilight Sparkle. And at the kitchen table? Apple pie, apple tarts, apple fritters, fruit salad, potatoes, noodles, rice and vegetables in a delicious looking bowl that reminded Trixie of Thai. Trixie stared. Twilight smiled.

“W, what is…what is all this? T, Trixie demands an answer!” Trixie sputtered in utter confusion. It had been years since some other pony had cooked her dinner. Twilight smiled shyly, her cheeks flushing a gentle shade of red and she took a deep breath. Honesty.

“I was hungry, and err, you said help yourself to anything in the fridge, so I did. Applejack taught me a number of recipes that I memorized and just thought I’d give a try when I had time, and, well I had time. I was going through your books and noticed they weren't alphabetized and then I started cleaning so I erm…Heh…” Twilight blushed and scuffled a hoof along the floor sheepishly, while Trixie simply stared. Slowly, the blue mare hung up her sodden cape and hat and sat down at the table, where Twilight watched anxiously. The first bite was like fireworks in her mouth, and Trixie’s eyes widened. She coughed, paused and shot a sheepish glance towards Twilight.

“T, This…this meager offering will suffice. “She mumbled, before shoveling what she could into her mouth. It had been such a hard day, and the food tasted so good, there was little she could do to keep from inhaling her plate entirely. Twilight felt a bubble of pride rising up as she watched Trixie happily consume her cooking. They ate in silence, with only the occasional quips of ‘pass the salt’ or ‘where are the napkins?’ in between them. Eventually blue and purple bellies were full, and Twilight, to Trixie’s amazement, got up and plucked the dishes from the table with a jolt of magic and deposited them in the sink. Generosity.

“You’re not the only one whom was taught to be a good house guest. Twilight explained, while Trixie watched in awe. She was just about to remind Twilight that she was a prisoner, when Twilight slowly turned towards the blue mare with a devilish grin twisting across her features. “Now that dinner is over…” She quipped. Trixie tilted her head, and watched as Twilight reared back- and pounced the poor unsuspecting unicorn. Trixie only had a moment to scream.

“RELEASE TRIXIE!! HOW DARE YOU MAREHANDLE THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE! YOU CONJURING CLUTZ! YOU WORTHLESS WITCH! TRIXIE SHALL HAVE YOUR HEAD!! TRIXIE SHALL …T, TRIXIE SHALL…TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIXIEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Oooooo…To the left. “ Trixie moaned helplessly as Twilight’s nimble hooves massaged the wear and tear from Trixie’s back. Kindness.

“You looked so tired when you got home…I…just had too. I dunno. “Twilight muttered shyly, while Trixie tried to mutter back in turn, but her tongue had turned to jello the way her legs at turned to jelly. Twilight smiled quietly, ironing each kink from her muscles free, and limbering over worked limbs. Trixie, for the most part was feeling far more relaxed than she’d ever felt in her entire life. The food settling in her belly wasn’t doing her any favors as she tried to keep herself away after a long day. Luckily, she was given a jolt that managed to startle her and keep her from dozing off completely, thanks to the playful SLAP that echoed off her bottom from Twilight’s hooves. Laughter.

“I’m not finished yet! You can’t fall asleep!” Twilight giggled. Trixie glanced over her shoulder, blushing at the warm tingle left by Twilight’s smack.

“H, how dare you spank the flank of the great and powerful Trixie!” Trixie sputtered, to which Twilight rolled her eyes.

“Uh huh. Well the great and powerful flank, has great and powerful kinks, and you can’t enjoy me getting them out if you’re asleep. “Twilight explained, starting to roll her hooves over Trixie’s rump. The blue mare blushed profusely at Twilight’s choice of words, opened her mouth to retort, before silently turning about and hiding her face under her hooves. Twilight doesn’t want to hear about my kinks. Twilight doesn’t want to hear about my kinks. Twilight doesn’t want to hear about my kinks…

All to soon, the massage had ended, and Twilight was standing over Trixie, smiling warmly towards the sluggish magic maker.

“How was that?” She cooed quietly, while Trixie tried to find her legs underneath her.

“W, where…where did you lea-“ Trixie sputtered, before Twilight answered.

“Oh, my friend Rarity, who learned from my friend Fluttershy. “She explained happily. Trixie gave an impressed yawn and staggered towards her room in a sleepy daze.

“Trixie….T, Trixie had a hard day…and…and shall see to your torture tomorrow. “She mumbled, waggling a hoof towards her captive. “Y, you have a reprieve…f, for now…”She slurred, and quickly threw herself into her room, and shut the door. Turning towards her room, Twilight gave a gentle sigh and slid into it quietly, closing the door and collapsing onto her bed.

She may not have had her friends by her side, but she still had the magic of friendship, and it was proving to be very magical indeed.