A Great and Powerful Romance

Critical let go of Trixie and lowered himself to the ground. He opened his wings and asked Trixie "Would you like to go for a flight?"

Trixie put her hat and cape on as she shouted "Yes!" She climbed onto Critical and asked "Where to?"

Critical smiled at Trixie and said "Hold on Trixie, you're in for a ride." He flew off Trixie's stage and began flying across Ponyville. Trixie held onto Critical for dear life. She smiled a bit and hugged the back of Critical's neck. Critical felt this and blushed. After a while, Critical landed and himself and Trixie in front of a lake and rested there. The sun was setting, and te light glistened off the lake.

Trixie smiled as she rested her head on Critical's shoulder and said "This is really nice."

Critical felt Trixie resting on him and blushed harder. "I know........." was all Critical could say.

Trixie began forming a plan as a way to thank Critical for helping her. Trixie got an idea and asked Critical "Where do you live?"

Critical pointed to a house down the road and said "Over there."

Trixie faked a yawn as she requested of Critical "Can I sleep at your house? I'm feeling a bit tired."

Critical shrugged and said "Ok. I don't see why not." Critical got up, and led Trixie to his house. They walked inside, and Critical told Trixie "The bedroom's upstairs, bathroom is 2 doors next to that."

Trixie nodded and said "Thanks. Could you wait here for me?"

Critical got a confused look and said "Ok......." What are you planning? he thought to himself, wondering why Trixie was having him wait.

Trixie walked upstairs to the bathroom and began freshening up. She slicked her mane down, and applied some make up that she had in a pocket in her cape. Trixie ran into the bedroom, hid and shouted "Critical!? Could you come to the bedroom, please!?"

Critical shouted back "Alright!" He walked up into his bedroom and saw that Trixie wasn't in sight. "Trixie?" Critical asked "Are you here?" The door shut behind him and revealed Trixie, who seductively said "Hello, Critical." Critical looked behind him and saw Trixie, with her mane wet and slicked down, and with make up on her face. His wings puffed up as he thought to himself What have I gotten myself into?