Teh besterest fanfic EVAR!!!!!!!!!1, by #YOLOTwixie4evar#mlp

As soon as Trixie was free, she ran. She ran, and ran, ran as if the hounds of hell were after her. After about five minutes, she halted, panting for breath. She'd managed to run away from Twilight and Ponyville for a substantial distance. Still, she had questions burning in her mind, such as 'what, exactly, was fanfiction?'

"I'm glad you asked that, my little pony." She turned around, to see Celestia herself smiling warmly at her. Hastily, she bowed.

"P-princess Celestia?!" She gasped, all traces of arrogance removed from her contenance. "This is... I just..." All rational thought flew out of her head and made tweeting noises as they circled around her horn.

Celestia kept the smile. "You wanted to know about fanfiction, yes? Well, I can answer that. "She plopped her hindquarters down and started to talk.

"Equestria was made four years ago-"

"No it wasn't. You've been around for over a thousand years!" Celestia nodded.

"4 years ago, Equestria was made to be a thousand years old. With me so far?" Trixie shook her head. Celestia continued talking.

"My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic attracted a huge following. It still does. It's currently in its fourth season. But the 'bronies,' as they call themselves, are not merely content to watch the show. They want to make their own stories. So, on a website called 'fanfiction,' bronies made their first attempts. It wasn't just fanfiction- they made music, hacked into video games to make their characters look like ponies, drew art both good and bad... it's all rather hectic. But they were drawn to fanfiction like moths to a flame. They even made their own site for it: FIMFiction, devoted entirely to fanfiction concerning this universe. Most of the time, the fanfiction here is good, but usually... it isn't. And here, it is extremely easy to see trends, or bandwagons."

With a yellow flash, they were somewhere else. Trixie gasped as she saw a huge... well, wagon looming overhead.

"This was quite popular when the fandom was younger."

"What is it?" Celestia's smile had gone.

"A bandwagon. We are in the Bandwagon plane, where all the bandwagons of the bronies lie. This one is known as 'Fallout Equestria.' Apparently, it was a massively successful crossover with a video game called Fallout." Trixie squinted. Indeed, the wagon did have Fallout: Equestria written on it in fading, peeling letters.

"It's dead now. No-pony really cares or thinks that it's really anything original now. This one," Here she indicated one labelled Conversion Bureau, "this one is still sort of alive, but it's small." A couple of people overheard that.

"We are TOTALLY relevant!"

The driver of a similar cart, labelled Anti-Conversion Bureau, shook his head wearily. "Look, mate, you're old hat! Nobody wants to read your depressing, cookie-cutter stories! Have a sense of humour about your own work-"

The driver of the other cart seemed to take offence to that. "OH, you want a fight? Your work isn't all that good either! Ur're jsut jealous, u fagots!"

"That is hugely offensive towards gay people, you know. I'm just going to turn the other cheek."

Screaming in rage, both members got into a brawl that went unnoticed by people as they continued staring at their carts.

Just then, another wagon rolled past.

"FUCK THE POLICE!" A ninja threw a paintball at the other carts. Several humans there scowled at them.

"I swear, those assholes are going too far!" The driver of the Conversion Bureau shook a fist at the wagon, whose members retaliated with mooning.

"YEAH!"

"We're awesome and we know it!"

Trixie pointed after the speeding dust trail.

"What the buck was that?" Celestia wiped the paint off of her face.

"A new bandwagon: The League of Humans Acting Villainous."

The humans in the cart grinned. One of them, a tallish fellow in a gasmask, turned around to the drivers, the ninja, the knight and the world poking another guy.

"Hey, I get the feeling that they were making fun of us."

"Bah who gives a fuck. We're awesome and we know it."

"Whatever. Anyways, I have to try to ressurect CGoTG. Drop me off here, 'k?" He then looked at you.

"Yes, I am self-inserting in a troll fic.

"

With that, he jumped off, and ran towards a semi-rundown wagon. A couple of people were holding new wheels. He rolled his own, vastly inferior wheel towards it.

"Hey."

Trixie looked at the wagon. "And that one?"

"Chess Game of the Gods. But enough time here. It is time to see... the Shipping Wars."

"The what?"

With a flash of yellow light, they were in what looked like an endless expanse of water.

"Watch."

A huge warship came over the horizon, the word Twipie emblazoned proudly on the front.

"TWIPIE IS BEST SHIP!" The captain bellowed out to anybody who cared.

Another one, titled Twirarity sailed elegantly forwards.

"No, Twirarity is the best ship, you uncouth villains."

The captain, a skinny type with two models of Twilight and Pinkie kissing passionately, glared at the other captain. With his pink and lavendar coat flapping in the breeze, he grabbed a microphone, bellowing one order to his loyal crew.

"FIRE CANNONS!"

Party cannons spang from the sides of the ship, loaded with whatever they could find. Because that worked for some reason in Pirates of the Carribean.

The Twirarity's captain brushed his white coat off, readjusted the purple and pink hat and lifted his own microphone.

"Fire cannons! Don't let them win!"

More elegant guns sprouted off of every available surface.

Trixie stared as the two ships shot at each other for no discernable reason. Besides her, Celestia shook her head.

"They'll do this all day."

"But why?"

Celestia shook her head.

"Because they want to see some romance, or at least a good sex scene."

Trixie shook her head. "Don't they have anything better to do?"

"Not really."

Meanwhile, the gasmasked fellow looked at his own little dingy. "Perfect." This was the perfect ship. The evidence was all there! You just had to dig through the chapters, find all of the relevant information, and boom, ship.

He took up his oars. Soon, the EmberXGriffin ship would gain followers and he would be showered with praise and adoration.

"I don't really ship them, but who gives a fuck? Hopefully, my battles will be filled with fortune and greatness as I sweep through the competition with ridiculous ease."

He was promptly destroyed by just about every ship in the area. Including the Mr and Mrs Cake ship, which wasn't really regarded as a ship that needed to fight anyway.

Celestia looked at Trixie, back within Canterlot palace. "Do you understand about fanfiction now?" Trixie nodded her head.

"There has to be some way to escape, right?" Celestia's eyes hardened.

"Unfortunately, there is no escape form fanfiction. All we can do is move to other fanfiction. Hopefully, it will at least be a good one."

Trixie shook her head. "Nuh-uh. No way am I just going to resign myself to this horrible excuse for literacy. There has to be a way."

Celestia nodded. "There might be a way, Trixie... the Elements of Harmony or, failing that, the Tree of Harmony. It's amazing how many bronies forget that the Tree exists. Then again, it has just come in recently."

Trixie's mane grew slightly scruffier. "Thank you so much, Princess!"