"Twilight, why are we even watching this?" Rarity asked. They sat at a table in front of a small stage in the town square, where a number of spectators had gathered around the small cart. "You know as well as I do that Trixie's performances are usually a farce."

"AND NOW, THE GRRREAT AND POWERFUL TRRRIXIE WILL SHATTER A CEMENT BLOCK USING ONLY HER BALLS!"

Rarity and Twilight watched as Trixie smacked her scrotum against a cinderblock that was almost certainly rigged to crumble at the slightest touch, which it did, to mild applause.

"See? That was awful!" Rarity said. "I know that it's free, but in this case we are really getting what we paid for."

"Just wait for it, Rarity," Twilight said. "It happens every year. Trixie will get overambitious with one of her routines and end up injuring herself in an amusing fashion."

"I know that," Rarity said with a sniff. "But I am not sure whether it is at all worth sitting through this."

"The Grrreat and Powerful Trrrixie will now balance a bowling ball on her cock!"

She put a totally-not-inflatable-guys-i'm-serious bowling ball on the tip of her cock and removed her hands, to ooh's and aah's from the young and gullible in the audience.

"See?" Rarity said.

"Come on, don't you remember last year when she set her pubes on fire?" Twilight asked. "We were laughing our heads off!"

"That reminds me..." Rarity reached into her purse and withdrew a small comb and some hairspray and began to re-style her crotch hair.

"Oh, come on! It's only been like an hour!" Twilight groused. "Can't that wait for a bit?"

"I'm sorry, but the humidity is really wreaking havoc on it. I could not possibly be seen with my pubic hair so unruly. Not when I have a fashion show to host! Photo Finish is coming all the way from Canterlot to see it!"

Twilight shook her head. "Suit yourself." She turned her attention back to the show. "Oh, there's no way that this is going to end well."

"The Grrreat and Powerful Trixie will now shoot a bottle rocket out of her penis, and hit this target!"

Rarity looked up. "Now this I must see."

The music was, naturally, overdramatic, as Trixie gingerly inserted the stick of the bottle rocket into her urethra, just far enough in to keep it from falling. Then she turned to face a paper target hanging on a stand at the other end of the stage. She made an enormous show of aiming, squatting down slightly and poking and prodding her erection so it was pointed in precisely the right direction. With a flourish, she produced a match and lit the fuse.

"This is gonna be good," Twilight said.

The gathered crowed watched intently as the fuse burned down. As it reached the rocket, the flame vanished. There was a moment of silence, and then the rocket blasted forward, nailing the target square in the center. Trixie thrust her fist in the air, and then thrust her hips towards the audience. "The Great and Powerful Trixie has- AHHH!"

The rocket, which had continued to fly after bursting through the target, had zigzagged through the air for a few moments before shooting straight at Trixie's face.

"The Great and Powerful Trixie requires an ice pack!"

Twilight and Rarity giggled as Trixie stumbled off the stage, searching for a steak to put over her eye.

"That was quite amusing," Rarity said, "Though I had expected something a bit more over the top."

"Oh, I'm sure she'll be back," Twilight said with a wink. "This was just the opening act."

Author's Note

And she will be back.