Oh Celestia. His dark blue flamed mane. His long feathered wings, made for speed and agility. His... His odd attraction to pie, haha...
Well, that's the old Soarin. That's how he wants everypony to see him.
We had moved into a small house in between Canterlot and Ponyville so I could be near my Cousins, and he's not too far from work. It's the best gift he ever gave me, not to mention one of the only gifts. Soarin and I have been dating for a few months now, but it feels like years. It doesn't even feel like i'm dating him. I'm his, but he's not mine. I'm his. His toy. His servant. And let me tell ya. He likes to take things fast, to say the least.Well one of the problems is... my exes.. Soarin is... the jealous type, to say the least. If I seem to look at an old marefriend of mine a little too long he pulls me out of the room so we can... 'Have a talk.'
ANYWAYS. A couple of them still flirt with me in FRONT of Soarin... It makes him uncomfortable... And then he makes ME feel uncomfortable. But recently he's been... Err... He's becoming mighty sick of it. I don't blame him.. If stallions and mares surrounded him and offered him coffee and wanted to talk out "When WE were together ya took me to better places than this and blah blah blah..." I wouldn't be the happiest camper. It's funny.... before we started dating, before I even met him... I was always the dominant side of relationships. Now I just.. I dunno. I just hope that-
"Brae? I'm home..."
Ah, I must have drifting off again into my worried head. I turned and smiled at him.
"Oh. Hey Soarin...How was it?"
Soarin paused to stare at me for a few seconds.
There were bags under his eyes. It must be stressful being a Wonderbolt. His eyes were dark, tired. Even though this wasn't really a work day, All the Wonderbolts met up with another team and raced each other a little. Soarin said some of them were betting but I talked Soarin out of it.
But every time he comes home with his eyes like that... it's never good.
"How do you THINK it went?" He raised his voice at me. Oh great.
"So... you guys lost?" Why do I have to open my mouth. Honestly.
"Take a wild guess,Braeburn.." He said through his teeth.
"I'm sorry..."
"Sorry? Yeah well sorry won't get my bits back."
I frowned. "Aww Soarin I told you not to bet on your races."
"You don't TELL me what to do!" He yelled at me and slapped me across the face.
"I-I'm sorry Soarin..." I'm such a coward.
"I don't believe you..." He glared.
I frowned. I have to cheer him up, or I get it.
"Anything Soarin. Anything. Just... no bruises please..."
He smirked. "Well.." He got closer to me, making me back up onto the bed. "This might count as bruising..."
My eyes widened.
"Two days in a row? Please don't, Soarin.."
He groaned. "Fine. But i'm still gonna have a little fun. Besides, i've had a loooong dayyy...." His words slurred as he got up close to me. I could smell his breath.
Oh, even better. He's drunk. Fabulous.
He smirked, and sat close to me... Starting to nibble behind my ear.
I lightly inhaled as he left little bites on my right ear. I could feel him smirking. I quickly pushed him over and kissed his neck. He chuckled, licking it. I squirmed. He laughed at my displeasure. I couldn't help it, I pushed him away.
He stopped to stare at me. "Where's the rope?" He got off the bed.
I started to freak out a little.
"S-Soarin ah'm sorry... Please.. .Just give me... just give another chance and ah can prove to ya-"
"Why, so you can pay attention to me for a day then continue flirting with all your exes the next?" He growled.
"Soarin please.. ah don't flirt with.. Please.. Wha- what can ah do to prove that ah don't care fer anypony but you?"
His face turned really plain.
"I dunno, Braeburn... but I would figure something out if I were you." He laughed.
He walked out of the room.
"Should I...forget about them...?"
I sat there for what seemed like forever. I repeated myself.
"Forget about them?"
...
"They're mah friends... Ya can't forget about yer friends... E-Even if they're dead..."
My ears twitched.
"Why would ya even consider THINKIN' ABOUT..."
No. That's wrong. Braeburn. Stop that.
"But... It would be easier to forget them... If they weren't... There."
I looked at myself in the mirror next to the bed.
"Look at yerself, Braeburn. You don't need this. You were so strong. So brave. Now, every time a bird tweets you jump five feet into the air...all because of him.. getting mad at ME because i'm still friends with some of my exes..."
"I'm gonna go out for a fly... I expect a meal when I get back."
I heard Soarin's harsh tone and a loud slam.
I was alone.
Usually that isn't a problem. Soar being way, it's so lovely. I think from time to time about running away. Maybe spending time at a friend's. Or at the cousins'. Or back at home. But those would be the first three places he would look.
Unless.....
"Ok, BRAE, hah hah..if yer so confident in yer plan... "
My confident smile faded.
"Ah don't want to hurt anypony... no matter how bad any of my exes were.... they can never be as bad as him."
There was this one pony though. Our relationship barely lasted three weeks.
I remember her coming to Apploosa, putting on a show. Afterwards, she claimed that some ponies chased her away from Ponyville, I felt sorry for her, so I bought her a drink. She said her name was Trixie. Told me about her magic, traveling, and tricks she's wanted to try but never have. It happened so quickly... Before you know it, we were dating....
One day, we were sitting under a tree. It was nearly sunset. I had asked her who had chased her away from Ponyville. She told me a unicorn by the name of Twilight Sparkle and some of her friends...I didn't believe her... I told her that's my cousin's friend and she would never do such a thing. She did the whole 'her or me' thing... and obviously I had to pick my own cousin and her friends over a mare I just met three weeks ago. So I get her go.
"...Ah can't pick her..."
Now that I think of it...she was planning to put on a show tomorrow at a park near here... I haven't seen her since we broke up.
"Maybe seeing 'er again before Ah- yeah. That could work out. Hah.. Yeah."
I let out a small chuckle, going into the kitchen, examining the silverware... picking out a large bread knife.
"Heh heh.. This'll work like 'magic.' ... Haha... ya get it, Soarin?... Magic? Cuz' she's a magici-"
I looked at the empty room.
Oh yeah.
I'm alone.
I looked back at the knife. That won't even hurt a fly....
..but maybe that's better. So I won't hurt anyone.
NO. I can't let this go on any longer... Maybe when I get some more confidence, I can finally break up with him.
Well, better get to cooking I guess. Wow. Did I just say that?
.
"Alright everypony, Show starts in 15 minutes." an earth pony with way too much gel in his mane and a necktie said over microphone.
I was at a park today, a park half-ish way between Ponyville and Soarin's house. I already have my lanyard on with my fake backstage id. I quickly ran around to the back of the stage.
"Hmmm.... Trixie always said somethin' about how she had 'er dressing room close to the stage so she could just run back stage, jump onto her couch 'n' fall asleep after a big day of preformin'. I was about to walk into the backdoor when two cute little foals stopped me. Well, they're both a little weird looking actually...
"Hold on, mister. You got a pass?" The taller one asked.
"Yep. Ah sure do, little ones. I'm Trixie's assistant. Trixie was getting ready to perform, isn't she?"
"But... I thought WE were her assistants...." The shorter one looked up sadly.
"Well uh... She told me she would need some adult help at this show, so she called me 'n' here ah am! Don't worry boys, maybe she won't need my help next time." That's because there won't BE a next time. Shut up, brain.
The taller one frowned. "Oh, okay... see yuh mister..."
"Yeah, bye..." The shorter one started walking off.
I twitched.
"Hey fellas, wait a sec. Have mah ticket...um..and take these bits so you can buy another one. Now you can watch the show. But after the show, you have to leave."
"Thanks mister!' The orange haired one smiled at me. It was a little creepy, but I smiled back. The colts ran off to find a nice seat.
Now. back to business. I opened the door. Immediately to the, there was a door that said " Dressing Room." To the left, there was a side end table with a vase of old flowers. Down the center of the small room, there was a door way blocked by a curtain. Im guessing it leads to the stage.
I knock on the dressing room door. The a window on it.
"WHO DAAAAARES DISTURB THE GR- er, who is it?"
The unicorn turned to me and froze.
"Well hello, Miss Trixie... Ah uh... Ah see yer workin' on yer....temper."
She shyly smiled at me.
"Oh, uh... Yeah. I'm trying to change my ways.... At least offstage. " Her voice was quiet and soft, as there was a door in between us.
"So uh... Can ah come in?"
She blinked. "Oh! Sorry.." She laughed and opened up the door with her magic.
"So..."
"So uh..."
C'mon Brae. It's getting awkward.
"So what brings you to Ponyville? Seeing relatives?" She asked.
"Well not t'day. Ah was just runnin' some errands when ah saw yer poster on a pole. Thought Ah'd come see ya. ah... ah miss ya, Trix."
Trixie tilted her head. You could see a faint pink in her cheeks.
"In what way?"
"Anyway ya want me to." I said with a wink.
She smiled, but it slowly faded away She turned. "You know, Braeburn... "
"hm?' I had gotten my knife out.
"I was wrong about Twilight... and your sister..."
I was ready to strike. Was I?
" I was in the wrong the whole time. I ended up going back. Let's just say they taught me not to make a fool of myself. And that other ponies exist besides just me..." She laughed awkwardly. She was still looking away. I was counting down in my head.
3...
2...
1..,
"TRIXIE. STAGE IN THREE." The voice from before called from the stage. I jumped and quickly hid the knife under some books.
"Oh! Sorry Braeburn... Gotta get ready for the show...." She turned back to me.
I frowned. "Oh alright... Ah guess ah'll see ya after?" Great. I missed my chance.
Her eyes brightened. "You know what? Why don't you be my assistant? It's easy."
"Oh, uh... Sure." I smiled weakly. I'm not really into show biz. But hey, it gives me more time.
She giggled in delight. "YAY! Ok let's see.. OOO! You can wear this fedora."
She used her magic to take off my hat and started to comb my messy mane.
"OW! Hey.. Trixie cut it- AH!"
"Sorry Brae but your mane is a dragon's nest... We only have like two minutes."
She finished combing my mane and placed the fedora over it.
"OOOOO..... Fancy."
Oh jeez. This is gonna be a long night...
"PLACES!"
She squee'd, running out of the dressing room, pulling me by the ears with her magic.
"Ow..."
When we walked onto the stage, it was covered with rings, fire torches, a cage of lions, and a few other things. The curtains were closed so we could walk around freely.
"Wow... "
She sighed. "It's amazing, isn't it?"
"HELLOOOOO PONYVILLE! WELCOME TO TRIXIE'S MAGIC SHOW! PLEASE NO FLASH PHOTOGRAPHY. OUR STAR MIGHT GET BLINDED BY SUDDEN LIGHTS." The obnoxious stallion sang into his microphone from the other side of the curtain.
"Here we go!" Trixie squealed.
The crazy circus music came on. I guess the theme was circus this time around... The curtain started opening as Trixie whispered "Ya gotta sell it, Brae! Smile!"
Sell it, huh?
"WELCOME TO THE GRRRREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE'S MAGIC CIRCUS! Today we have a special guest all the way from Appleloosa. He's the cousin of our element of Honesty.... BRAEBURN!!!"
So, she changed in real life but not on stage. hmm.
There were various applauds and cheers... Some whistles...
"HERE! We have the classical box. Braeburn, If you will, please get inside..."
I gulped.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie will inform all that this is indeed an earth pony, so he has no wings or horn to help with the assist of keeping him alive."
I slowly opened the box. "Ya sure about this?"
She nodded lightly. I climbed into the box, putting my head and hooves where the homes provided were. With her magic, Trixie closed the box on me. The cheap wood was barely scraping at my neck, pretty uncomfortable.
"Er.. Trixie? Can we speed it up? It's gettin' hot in here.."
The audience laughed.
"Oh, don't worry, Braeburn. The Great and Powerful TRIXIE will get ya out as soon as the magic does its job."
With that she picked up a large saw with her magic. Feeling my body inside the box, my hind hoove pressed a button. A small arm pushed my body over to the left corner of the box . a small wall came up and separated the left side of the box from the right, with a clunk. I can tell Trixie heard it. She smiled, knowing the show can go on.
"AND NOW.. WATCH AS MY ASSISTANT IS CUT IN HALF, PAINLESSLY! " she said she proceeded to saw into the box. I nervously smiled as the crowd gasped and whispered. Before you know it, the box was in half. Trixie wheeled both of the sides apart , looking as if my head and front hooves were in the left box (they were) and my back hooves were in the right box (she had fake ones hanging out.) The crowd gasped, ooed, and ahhed. Trixie smirked as she magically sealed the boxes back together. I could feel the wall go down, and the fake hooves were brought in and replaced with mine. Trixie then opened the box, helping me out of it. The crowd cheered and applauded.
"How did it feel, ASSISTANT?" Trixie smiled.
I looked out into the audience.
"Ah think a'hm gonna be sick."
The audience laughed.
"NEXT, THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE WILL RELEASE HER FURRY FRIENDS. DO NOT WORRY. I feed them well! They are quite bloated actually."
She opened the door as all four of her ferocious felines padded out of their cage.
"JESTER! MAIZTRO! OVER TO THE MERRY GO-ROUND! " Two of her lions jumped onto her large merry go-round.
"DAGGER! TO THE TORCHES!"
Her feline went over to his place.
"KING! TO BRAEBURN!"
"WHAT?!"
I freaked out as the biggest of the lions ran over to me. He picked me up effortlessly and held me in his jaw. He lightly threw me up into the air, making me land on his back.
The lion with the torches jumped on to a crate with two torches in his mouth and started to balance them on his nose. One of the lions on the merry go-round flipped a switch with his tail as the merry go-round started to spin. Trixie threw balls at the two, as they started to juggle them. King stood on his hind legs, causing me to have to try and balance on his shoulders.
"THIS is where it gets tricky!" Trixie smiled as she tossed the lion with torches four more. He balanced one on the tip of his tail, one on either shoulder and the last torch on his tounge. He started to jump around on the box. The crowd ooed and ahhed when the two lions on the playground ride started to jump over the bars of the merry-go round as it spun, juggling the balls with their tails. The ride started to speed up rapidly. King started running on fours again. I've been in rodeos so this shouldn't be too hard.
I then realized King was running to a ring of fire. I yelped and lied flat as i could on his back as he jumped though it. In mid jump he shifted his lower body up, tossing me into the air right before he jumped though. He did a flip and landed on his front paws, doing a front paw walk, before catching me in his mouth.
Oh Celestia. This is quite the show.
At this point the crowd was screaming and cheering nonstop!
The merry go-round sped up to its maximum. The two lions were rapidly jumping over the bars, threw the ballad over to the torch lion as they started to backflip endlessly over the bars.
The lion with the torches caught all the balls and started balancing them in either front paw.
The crowd was going mad!
Suddenly, the lion threw all of the torches and balls into the air. The balls bounced and freeze in mid-air, in the formation that said "TRIXIE" for a few seconds , then fall and continue to bounce around. The torches are all caught by the lions except one, in which upon falling near Trixie's face, she blows on the fire and it grows many times its original height, spelling out "MAGIC!"
She then caught the torch in her mouth.
The lions all ran up to the middle on the stage, Trixie in the middle of them.
The crowd went silent.
Only for a moment.
Suddenly my eardrums were bombarded with the loudest cheers physically possible to pony-kind.
The lions and Trixie bowed. She gave me a slight nudge and I bowed as well.
"THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE WISHES EVERYONE A GOOD NIGHT!"
The curtains quickly closed, but it barely helped muffle the outrageous screaming and hollering from the other side.
Trixie returned to her normal, new self. She squealed and hugged me.
"You were awesome out there!!"
"That was... AMAZIN', Trixie!"
Trixie finally let go of me and turned to her felines.
"Cage. CAGE!" She took a wooden plank and swatted at them, they growl and roared and hissed but they got inside the cage. Poor guys. Well, they act different onstage as well.
"So uh... Trixie. Ya wanna walk 'round the park a bit?"
She smiled. "That would be awesome. But... It's gonna be a bit crowded. And i gotta go walk my other little assistants home."
"Oh don't worry 'bout that. They told me to tell ya that they uh, got sick so they got a ride."
"Oh... Well I wish they would have told me..."
"But ah told ya! Don't worry, they're fine." I smiled.
"I got a while before I leave the park, i'm just gonna leave in the morning . You wanna watch a movie or two?"
"Sure."
( 4 Hours later...)
I twitched. This is taking too long.
"H-Hey. Trixie."
"Yeah?" She turned her head away from the screen.
"That was really cool...The show, I mean."
"Yeah.." She cooed, edging a little closer to me on her little couch.
I flattened my ears. "Ya know, ah'll be right back." I ran off to the stage, leaving a confused hatted unicorn in her dressing room.
I ran over to the box, studied the torches, examined the cage which was once again caged with lions.
It's weird... They look so happy on stage.. They were almost like ponies out there. But they only knew that if they juggled those balls and balanced those torches they would get treats. They don't see tricks the way we do. They see them like a dog does. Dog rolls over. Dog gets food.
I twitch, seeing a large sealed crate with a disgusting reek of meat. Must be their food.
"Speak the password."
"What?"
"Speak the password"
"Uh... Magic?"
The light flashes red.
"Speak the password."
"Op'n sesame?"
Red.
"Speak the password."
I tried thinking of things she likes.
"Raspberries? Jacuzzi? "
Red.
"Speak the password."
My eyes widened. Maybe it's...
"Braeburn."
"Access granted."
Wow. I can't believe I figured it out.
......
Wow. I can't believe my name is her password.
Why does she even lock up lion food, anyways? Why not bits, jewels, something useful?
The crate opened up to show piles of greasy steaks piled up.
Ugh, lets make this quick.
I was about to throw a couple steaks at the lions...when I got an idea. I locked the crate back up. I remembered the little door and metal parts of the first box that connected and pulled them apart. The box was tiny as it was already, imagine if the door didn't separate the body and the saw...
I laughed to myself for a moment.
"Brae?"
Shoot.
I turned.
"Oh. Hey Trixie."
"Feeding my babies?" She said, sniffing the air.
"Oh. Yeah. They looked awful hungry. Poor fellas."
"They still do. You don't know how much lions eat, do ya? " she giggled, walking over to her crate.
The obnoxious voice turned on one again.
"Speak the password."
"BRAEEEEEBUURN!"she sang.
"Access granted."
The crate opened once more. She started grabbing steaks with her magic.
"Ya know... It's kinda funny how you figured out my password. I mean, I kept it like that since we first starting dating..."
She looked to the side and put the steak down.
I started to walk over to the "classical box."
"Hey, show me how this works."
She turned. "Oh that. Well, you figured it out during the show, didn't you?
I quickly walked over to the sound-system and turned the circus music on.
The circus music came on. It was a dubstep remix, that got kinda loud at some points.
"Braeburn..."
"C'mon. Have a little fun. Let me do it this time and YOU get in the box."
"Oh... alright."
Before she got in it, I quickly helped her in, secretly putting a pebble in between the hinges of the switch inside it.
I closed the box for her and she shifted her body so her head and arms were in the holes.
I cleared my throat. "Introducing... the weird and not powerful BRAEBUUUURN!" She laughed at my stupidity. If I wasn't in the zone, I would have too.
"The weird and not powerful Braeburn is to be taken very seriously, young filly. You should be ashamed. ..Now. on with the show!" I cheered.
"Watch as I cut a friend in half. No return fees. BA DUM TSS....." I air drummed before grabbing the saw.
"youuu ruhddy?" I muffled with the saw in my mouth.
"She nodded as she started to shift her body." I started to saw at the top of the box. She must really trust me. She took her time with the button. She only pressed it when I was about 5 inches from her body. She frowned.
"Brae, the button is jammed."
I pretended not to hear her.
"Brae, cut it out, this isn't funny."
I say it is.
She yelped, i'm guessing the saw has reached her skin by now. I started smirking.
"BRAEBURN! STOP!' She cried.
I kept sawing.
She started to use her unicorn magic to pick up a wooden plank and struck me with it. She was getting tired, so the hit wasn't at full force. I got up and started sawing more. Blood started to leak out of the box. The lions were sniffing the air and watching her.
Hmm...
"h-help... me...." She cried softly.
"Shhh..." I muffle/cooed with the saw in my mouth, the music started dying down.
She twitched. "Buck..Y-you..' She closed her eyes.
"Too late fer that, hun." I smiled.
I picked up her two parts and quickly shoved them in between the bars of the lion cage. They quickly got to work. Now it should look like an accident.
"Good boys..."
I took a wet rag and washed off all the blood from the saw, box and the floor. Luckily, she had a small mat in the box so I could just throw the bloody mat away, instead of having to dispose of the whole box. I went outside and threw the mat saw into the dumpster... what? I'm not just gonna leave it out. And i'm not gonna give Soarin another option on how to punish me, so it ain't going back to his place.
I sighed, and walked into her dressing room. I retrieved my trusty old hat. I looked in the mirror. There's a cut on the side from the plank....
"Ya know... Ah think ah'll keep this fedora." I put my old hat on and put the fedora in my bag.
"Ah didn't even use mah knife.. Shame."
I smiled.
"But ah wasn't countin' on the lions bein' here." He laughed.
I gathered a few of Trixie's movies, her coffee maker, and an old picture of the two of them from a photo booth and put them all in my bag.
. Ugh, I dropped my bag next to the magic box before I...
Before I...
Before Trixie "disappeared."
So anyways, now it smells like death.
I ran into her room and got her weird perfume and sprayed some on my bag to hide the smell.
Oh great, now i'm gonna smell like I was seeing a hooker.
I got the bag, put it on my back, and walked out the back door.
Well. That was fun. Now I gotta get home and make Soarin dinner. Again, yeah how stallion-y of me.
