Life's Left Hook

"Eeyup."

You almost sounded like a certain crimson pony back in Ponyville.

The one you worked with for a few months before the bucking season ended.

The one with the sister that stole your eyes and your—

You're getting off track.

You grab your clothes and slide them on, thinking of waking up 'Tavi.

"—I'm done, I'm done, I'm sick of this CRAP! Engineer, get me outta here!"

And the radio just did the trick.

You see Octavia's hoof reach out of the wad of blankets and cum, raise menacingly, and come down with the power of Talos on top of the radio.

The thing is smashed to bits, and you jump at the sound.

A moment later, a groggy Octavia sits up in bed, her mane resembling that of a lion's.

"Coffee," she says, rubbing her eyes.

"Heheheh, well, good mornin', sunshi—"

"COFFEE!"

"All right! All right!"

You button your pants and walk over to the coffee pot to make some brew for fucking Botwie-zilla.

Soon enough, you have coffee brewing, and Fluffy is sitting on the couch, waiting for her fur to calm down.

You chuckle again at the spectacle as you pour Octavia's cup.

"Sorry, but it's just really hard to take you seriously..."

She shakes her head and smiles.

"I know. I remember one day, it was raining out when I was invited to a ball."

"I'll never forget the look on Shining's face when he saw a big giant pink cotton ball with a tiara that he would have to dance with."

You share laugh, and you set the coffee pot down.

"I could about imagine. Although, he's dancing with someone else now, isn't he?"

She sighs.

"Evidently he didn't like to waltz with the princess."

"Well, from what I understand, you plan on doing the tango, and you know what they say."

You offer her a playful wink, and she giggles as you walk over to Octavia.

She looks at you with groggy eyes. She blinks only one of them, and then the other right after.

Holy shit she's tired.

You hand her her cup of steaming hot coffee, as well as a packet of creamer and some sugar packets.

Octavia, however, pays none of this any mind; she drops the sugar packets and chugs the scalding hot black coffee like it's cheap booze.

After, she crumples up the cup, hands it to you, and hops out of bed to get ready.

Without saying a word, she trots to the bathroom, almost angrily.

"Well, isn't she just a bouncing ball of sunshine and rainbows this morning..."

"No shit..."

You and Cadance sit in silence, the pitter-patter of the shower comforting you.

It's a relaxing sound, really.

But you don't dare rest your head back, in fear of falling asleep.

Cadance just sits there beside you, looking down.

There's guilt and regret on her face, no doubt, and as much as she tries to hide it, it doesn't work.

You really hope you didn't hurt her.

She deserves better than what Shining did to her.

Then again, if Shining had ever seen those emerald eyes, he might have due reason to leave.

You almost smack yourself at that thought.

She doesn't deserve that. She can't help it at all.

She can only try to—

*RINGRINGRINGRING*

You look at Cadance and nod, standing up and walking over to the phone without a word.

You pick it up with a click.

"Hello," you say with a monotonous morning voice.

"Hello," the mare says in response. "Is this Mr. Anonymous?"

"Oh, uh, yeah, that's me..."

Huh. Evidently it wasn't for Octy, like you previously thought.

"Excellent," the mare says in a proper voice. "You have a visitor in the lobby."

You heart just skipped a beat.

A visitor? Nobody knew you were going except for Octy and Candy...

You grumble.

Must just be some maintenance pony that needs to get into your room—

FUUUUUUCK.

Your jacket!

You left it in the theater!

Oh shit, someone might have found it!

There's only one person in the world they could pin that coat on!

And there's only one princess that could have escorted him!

Your heart races, and beads of sweat roll down your face.

You're almost shaking, you're so scared.

You powerwalk to the door, passing Candy on the way.

"I-I'll be back, Candy," you say, opening the door and promptly closing it behind you.

You quickly make your way to the lobby, hustling past room service carts and gawking ponies in the L'Parfait.

After a number of twists and turns, you finally find your way to the lobby.

A quick glance around reveals that there're absolutely no ponies there, spare the employees.

And a shadowy figure with a dark hooded robe slouched over in the corner...

You gulp.

Suddenly, the figure gets up.

And it starts walking right towards you.

You don't move a muscle, absolutely paranoid.

Soon, the pony is almost at your ankles.

All you see is a light blue muzzle, and the tip of a sky blue mane.

"Follow," the mare says in a feminine voice. "You need to... Talk."

Your heart is pounding so hard you think it's going to explode.

You grasp at your chest as you look down at her, and nod.

"O-Okay..."

She starts trotting down the hall, and soon, you find your way to a door.

Room 1 - 6.

The pony pulls out a pair of keys, and starts working at the lock.

You swallow your own tongue trying to choke out your own words.

"Wh... Who are you, might I ask?" you say, trying to loosen your surprisingly tight collar."

She doesn't look at you, nor does she take off her hood.

"She is one who wishes to wishes to speak little in public, in fear of showing her face."

With that, the door swings open, and the mare trots inside.

You walk inside behind her, closing the door.

As soon as it's closed, the mare looks at you.

"Lock it."

"Uh, are you—"

"Lock it."

You oblige, turning the little knob and locking the door.

You turn back, and the masked mare reaches up to lower her hoodie.

"Anonymous... Surprises, surprises everywhere... Who would have thought you, of all ruffians, would be performing such acts?"

She tugs her hood down, revealing a light blue face and an almost white mane.

Alongside a pair of dark purple eyes...

Eyes you knew well...

"Although, Trixie must admit, some of them are almost as spectacular than Trixie's own."

She smiles wickedly at you, and you think your heart has stopped.

"T-Trixie?! What the hell are—"

"Hush now, Anonymous. The last thing you need right now is more attention, and, believe me, you already have plenty."

You were already sweating bullets, and you wipe your forehead with your shirt.

"Wh-Whadaya mean?"

She lets out an evil cackle, taking a step closer to you.

"Did you not think word would get out? There's only one human in Equestria, after all, and he left a noteworthy, 'Fashion statement', in the auditorium last night..."

She levitates your magiculate-stained coat.

You shoot her a glare.

"Where the shit did you get that?!"

She giggles gleefully, a sinister look on her face.

"You know, Trixie is no novice when it comes to invisibility spells. And, when all of Trixie's revenue was taken away from her by one Twilight Snarkle and a new monkey-man that arrived from the sky, Trixie had to find a way to listen to the CSO's recitals."

"Luckily, seldom does any pony sit in the back rows. But, Trixie was in for a pleasant surprise last night"

She giggles and looks at the floor, a sly look on her face.

"Even Trixie herself must say, that performance was impressive. It was more entertaining than the CSO. Of course, Trixie -would- show you how it's done, but that's not why you're here today..."

You glare at her, trying to snatch the coat.

You fail, and her magic pulls it away before you can grab it.

"What the hell do you want?!" you ask, aggravated.

The sliest of smirks slides on her face.

"Trixie wants you to do as Trixie says... Trixie wants you to know what she has felt in the past, and what she has to deal with now.

There's a pause, and she sets the jacket down.

"Trixie saw everything last night, Anonymous. Trixie has plenty of pictures of you with both Octavia Philharmonic, as well as Princess Mi Amore Cadenza."

"It would be an awful shame if a certain Princess of the Sun stumbled upon these..."

You wanted to strangle this cunt then and there.

But you couldn't.

She had your balls over the blender.

"Fine... What? What do you want me to do?"

She trots right up to you, standing on her hind legs and pinning you against the wall.

"Trixie knows how much they mean to you. Trixie knows they both love you, how much they both need you... And how much you need them."

She leans in closer, glaring at you with an evil grin that would make Queen Chrysalis shiver in fear.

"And, unless you want these pictures to get out, or you feel like becoming a lunar astronaut... You're going to shatter. Their. Hearts."

You think about this.

You ruined her act by drawing away her crowds; she was more than happy to inform you of that soon after you arrived.

But this?

This makes no sense.

She's doing it out of spite.

And if there's one thing that pisses you off, it's spite.

Without even thinking, you reach up to grab the blue cunt by the neck.

But you're promptly stopped by a blinding light, soon followed by a heavy blow to the stomach.

You double over and collapse, grasping at your gut.

She bucked you. Hard.

And you're almost certain there's internal bleeding.

You roll around on the ground, writhing in pain.

A cough squeezes its way out of you, and you feel some blood splatter on you from your mouth.

You look up at her, a glare on your face.

"You think you can just do this? The princess doesn't care about relationships! What do you thin—"

"Oooh, you're one hundred percent correct, dear Anonymous. However, it's not that you need to worry about."

She smirks, looking at a photo.

"I'm fairly certain, however, that the Princess has an absolute zero tolerance policy for rape."

"Not to mention that the social reputation of your dear Princess will be reduced to rubble, much like my act."

She smiles slyly, looking down at you.

"And poor Miss Octavia, Undoubtedly, her colleagues think low enough of her to have her stay with a monkey like you— they'd be glad to expel her in a heartbeat, regardless of talent."

"Is that what you want? For both of their lives to be ruined?"

You snort, and spit some blood in Trixie's general direction, unable to stand.

"No, it's what -you- want."

You glare at her as hard as you could.

"And for what? Some sort of sick, twisted revenge on someone that doesn't deserve it?"

She laughs at you, sliding her robe on.

"Oh, it's almost that simple. Listen to me, and everything will be fine, except for two little hearts left in the garbage..."

"Or, don't, and have three ruined lives."

"Two hearts left to rot? What of mine? Mine won't be any better than theirs when they're gone! You'll be ruining three for your sick, twisted games of—"

"Oh, dear Anonymous. You're so -ignorant-"

She giggles, sliding her hood on and trotting over to you.

Trixie knows how it will feel for you. Trixie knows all too well; when you took her away from Tr—"

She gulps, and her face visibly falters beneath her hood.

"From me..."

Her?

You're terribly confused.

Trixie seems to choke up a bit, looking at you.

"And, once you do as I say, we'd have a mutual problem... A broken heart."

She smiles lightly, and looks at the door.

"Make of that what you will."

You manage to muster the willpower to get yourself up off of the floor.

You would raise a fist and strangle her, but the slightest movement of your torso causes you to cringe and writhe in pain.

You were no Superman. You needed medical attention, and soon.

But first, you have a witch to deal with.

"You're not—"

"And don't even think of trying to talk to anypony about this. I have... 'Friends', in high places. It would be an unwise decision, and make for an unpleasant outcome."

She opens the door and steps outside.

"I'll see you in Detrot."

With that, she walks outside, and, quite literally, disappears.

Detrot?

That was your next stop on the CSO train.