Author's Note

Edit 11/12/2024

From here until a little later, it might be a little messy in terms of writing/dialogue. This is because this was made in 2014 when I had no idea what my writing was going to be like. I'll slowly update these older chapters while working on newer ones.

Chapter Three: We're going on an ADVENTURE!!!

''Magic exists. Who can doubt it, when there are rainbows and wildflowers, the music in the wind and the silence of the stars. Anyone who has loved has been touched by magic. It is such a simple and extrordinary part of the lives we live."

***Edgar's POV***
**Tower of Terrible Omens**

Me, Donald duck and Napoleon Bonaparte finally reached the master's sanctum. After fighting Daleks, Stormtroopers, and my old high school Oakwater football team, our bodies were on the verge of collapsing. We could not give up, however. Our friends, our family, and our future children were all counting on us. We had to stop the master here and now, or else we would be running the rest of our lives.

I snap my fingers in a z-formation, and then I point at the door. Napoleon, understanding my hand signals, realized that the door I was referring to had a very ugly looking mahogany finish and needed to be taught a lesson. Riding a dark colored horse with a ethereal mane, he screams his signature battle cry and starts to ram the door.

"I SURRENDER!!!" The Frenchman screams as he urges the horse to trample the door. As it comes off its hinges, we rush inside.

We thought we were prepared for everything. We fought demons, devils, and forgotten evils. We thought our victory was assured...

...but even if we were at full strength, we could not be prepared for this.

Sitting on a bloodstained alabaster throne, was the king of carnage. The God of death. The very whisper of doom itself...

...Rocky Balboa

"I'm gonna knock your block off!" The Italian stallion yells as he rushes toward Donald Duck. As soon as Donald was in range, Rocky knocked him out with a Haymaker. This prompted Napoleon to rush and avenge his fallen comrade. Rocky was expecting this from the French General. As soon as Napoleon slashed at him with his saber, Rocky ducked and weaved and he...he...

Oh no...he used the Dempsey roll..

Napoleon never stood a chance.

Rocky then turns to me, walking slowly towards me as he chuckles. I was shivering in fear, and I dropped my keyblade in order to beg for my life.

"Puny non-muscular man" Rocky laughed in an evil tone, "You brought this upon yourself. Do you have any last words? Actually, nevermind. You're not worth my time!!!" He roared as he reared his fist back. "For Adriaaaaan!!!!"

Swallowing my fear, I brace myself for a warrior's death. He then launched a hook right into my jaw, launching me into the air as a girly voice screamed in the background.

OUUUUCH. Wait, I'm Dreaming...right?

So why did that hurt more then it should have?

My world faded around me.

***Trixie's carriage***

As I begin to awaken, I momentarily feel a falling sensation as my face pulsed in pain. This pain increased as my face met the hard, wooden floor. I panic slightly as the pain wakes me up more and I become more aware of everything that is going on right now. I reach to feel my chin and wince as I touch it.

Uggg, that dream felt more real then I would have preferred. Seriously, what the fuck happened?

Not a moment after I have that thought, I hear a rather upset voice scolding me from a few feet away.

"Hummph, serves you right!" The voice barks. I lift my head up and I look at the source of the voice. Standing in front of me is a very irate Trixie. The mare with a bedhead seems rather upset, but I have no Idea why. I mean I just woke up, so cut me some slack.

"What happened?" I groan towards her.

"What happened? YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED???" Trixie asks incredulously. "I'LL TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED! YOU SOILED YOURSELF ON MY BED!!!" She practically screamed.

I look toward my pants, and a dryer, but still noticeable spot of Mare cum still stains my pants.

~Eeeewwwww. It feels like I pulled my pants out of the dryer too soon.

Suddenly, all the events of last night come back to me. The drunkenness, the grinding, her breath across my cheeks. Why would she get mad at me for something she did?

"You're lucky your... urine... didn't reach my bedsheets. Do you usually go into other pony's homes and try to ruin their things?" She continued to berate me. She picked up a brush with her magic, and started to brush her hair in a very irate manner as she continued to glare at me. "Aren't you a little too old to be a bed wetter?"

She must think I wet my pants. Does she really not remember what happened last night? Now that I think about it, she was pretty hammered last night. Heck, had to be to do what she did. She probably has a hangover, and had forgotten what she did. I guess that is why she has a bitchy attitude this morning. When she woke up, all she probably saw was the hairless monkey who peed his pants right on her bed. Not to mention right under her.

I slowly get up and I look toward the mirror on her wall to take a good look at myself. Brown bed-hair? Check. Green eyes? Check. Muscular and attractive jawline? Double check. Red hoof-shaped mark on the left side of my chin, between my jaw and my cheek?

..That wasn't there when I went to sleep. Trixie must have done it when she woke up and discovered the mess she thought I made.

Well, that explains the punch and the girly scream I heard.

I was a tad bit pissed off at Trixie for doing that, and I had half a mind to tell her that she did it. I did not want to because I doubt she would believe me. Besides, would I really want to embarrass her like that? I just started being friends with her, and I don't wanna make things more awkward then they already are for the trip to Ponyville. I know what you are thinking. "Edgar, you are the best actor in the world and a sexy man. But weren't we right about telling the truth last time?" Well you were, but this is different in my opinion. Last time if I told the truth, I might have loss a potential ally.

This time, we are talking about either embarrassing my only friend on this world, or having her think I am a liar an losing more of her trust.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself?" Trixie interrogated in a way an angry mother would scold a child. Unfortunately, it looks like I am going to have to swallow my pride as I tell myself to own up to something I didn't do.

"I'm sorry Trixie. I... I had a nightmare about the Dragon from yesterday." I quickly lied looking away and speaking in an ashamed tone.

Hearing this, Trixie's hardened expression softened as some of her anger seemed to fade.

"You had a nightmare about the Dragon?" She questioned softly. I nodded, head facing away as she slowly walked closer. She swiveled her ears to my direction and stayed quiet, presumably to listen more intently to me.

Three years of drama improv, don't fail me now!

Contrary to popular belief, you don't make a good lie just by making it sound convincing. That might fool any stupid person. But if the person or pony you are trying to fool is smarter then a 5th grader, then you won't have much luck. In order to fool them, you have you actually believe your lie, and weave some truth into it.

"I keep thinking back to what would have happened if we didn't scare him off. Like any other person, I'm scared of death, and that was the closest to dying I have ever gotten in my life. I... tried my best to lie to myself. I thought I could hide that I was, and still am, actually horrified at what could have happened back there, but I guess I can act for so long." I take a deep breath as I look over to Trixie, and look away real quick to see her facial expression. She seemed to almost pity me, much to my humiliation. On the plus side, that probably means she is believing me. "I honestly haven't wet my bed since I was a child." I continue with a sorrowful chuckle. "Fitting since that's exactly what I felt like ever since I got here. I'm sorry for doing that to your bed Trixie, and I promise it won't happen agai-" I was interrupted from my apology when Trixie hopped on her hind legs and wrapped her forelegs around me me in a embrace, surprising me as she stroked the hair behind my head.

"No, no. I should be sorry, I shouldn't have been so harsh on you. I just thought that you would have been in these situations before, given how calm and quick-thinking you were when we were stuck in your car." Trixie tries to explain in a comforting manner.

"No, I wasn't. Humans don't get into situations like that unless they are in the military, or they are just downright unlucky." I explain with a slight, forced crack in my voice. "I just wanted to go home and graduate High School."

"You're still a student?" Trixie asks in disbelief.

"I wouldn't be in four days from now, when I would graduate and take my first steps to adulthood." I sniff and rub by eyes, giving a small chuckle as I do so. "Heh, look at me. Here I am, rambling on about becoming an adult when I'm so close to breaking down like a child."

"You think that's bad?" Trixie rebuttals with a teary eyed smile. "I repay the pony who saved my life by slapping him and yelling at him for something that wasn't even his fault. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?"

"You already did last night." I reply with a smile.

Trixie's eyes widened at this, and she paused for a second.

"How?" She questions with a sudden curiosity.

"Well that's easy. You invited me into your home, you fed me, and you gave me warm bed to sleep in." I begin as I smile at the mare." You gave me your friendship."

That must have scored me some major or brownie points or something, cause when I said that she squeezed me a lot tighter, and then she hoped away from me and got started with her morning activities, a blush prevalent on her face.

"Actually, there is probably something you can do." I say with a sheepish grin.

"Ooohhh?" She questioned.

"...Do you know any cleaning spells for clothing?"

***Trixie's pov***

It was a very beautiful morning in the Everfree forest. Celestia's sun was rising above the horizon, but because a thick canopy of trees cover the top of the forest, only small rays of light poke through it. All it succeeded in doing in the causing the morning dew to slowly evaporate back to the fog vapors that blanketed the forest. As foreboding and dangerous as the forest was, an eerie peace that very few places have known resonated throughout the forest.

"You want to do WHAT to my Mustang?!?!?"

...An eerie peace indeed. It was currently after a breakfast of canned peaches and bread, and we were currently discussing the best mode of transportation in this forest. I want to use his car, since it was really fast, and stronger then my carriage if the dragon could barely put a dent in it. Plus, I have a little Trixie trick that I want to show him.

...I should probably just stick to magic. Comedy is not my forte.

"Would you like me to use small words this time, Edgar?" I say, growing slightly agitated. I didn't think he would get so defensive about this. All I wanted to do was take his car completely apart, find out what I have to do to make it work again, and fix it...and maybe change that foreboding jet black color to something more inviting. Maybe a light blue with my cutie Mark emblazoned all over it.

"I know what you said, I just don't wanna believe it." Edgar stubbornly says. "It's already ruined to all hell. I don't wanna risk it becoming completely unusable since you don't even know how this thing works."

"Do you?" I counter.

"... well I'm not an expert, per say. I do know how to fix common problems with the car, like a popped tire or a dead battery. So before you take the whole thing apart, how about you just do what I say and let me help you with that." Edgar says with confidence. As much as he can while stuttering that answer, that is. Well it's better then just standing around arguing with him.

"Okay, what's the first step, Professor?" I say in a mocking but playful tone.

"Ok, well the first thing we need to do is see what the damage is.. Now from what I see, we have some popped tires, a couple of dents, and the engine sounded like something is compressing the pistons, not to mention..." Edgar's voice slowly tunes out as I go into autopilot. I don't really care about what he's saying right now. I'm just going to do what he says and nod when he looks my direction.

I know I am probably sounding bitchy right now, but this hangover is not helping, and that's not even mentioning all of what happened this morning.

***an hour and a half ago.***

I was just beginning wake up from a wonderful dream. I gave a happy sigh as crane my neck, relishing the feeling of utter relaxation and tranquility. You know how when you first wake up and you just don't want to get out of bed from how comfy it is. I am currently having that feeling multiplied by three. I am not usually a morning person, but by Star Swirl's beard that was probably the best sleep I had in years. That is, until I started to feel my hangover.

The hangover wasn't really the bad part. I get them all the time when I'm either trying to drown my sorrows and regrets, or simply wanna have fun. No, the worst part was when I opened my eyes. At first, it was dark in my wagon, which is how I prefer it in the mornings. Then I began to hear sounds of snoring beneath me. Curious as to what that was, looked down as my eyes slowly adjusted. When the room brightens up a little, I see the face of a very familiar creature. While I was confused for second, suddenly I started to get flashbacks from last night. The Dragon, the human...the way the human made me blush, Like when I cleaned my entire carriage in ten seconds. Ohhh I don't know why, but when he gave me praise it felt ten times better to me then having twenty people say the same thing. Then there was the drinking, the explanations... The way he called my beautiful when he tried to lie to me. Yes, While he did try to lie, I can see in his face that he meant it when he said I was beautiful. I also remembered me leading him to the bed and...

Noooo...

"...and shouldn't the damsel reward her her-... her heroi-... her brave protector?"

"If this is wrong... then I don't ever want to be right."

No no no...

I immediately wake up more at that realization. When I look at him, I see I am straddling him in a very provocative position. Swallowing very worryingly, I look back at my hindquarters and slowly lift my hips. Surely enough, there was a dark spot right where my vagina had been, as well as a certain stallion thing that's probably my fault.

This is bad. This is very, very bad. What if he wakes up?

"mmgmgmhhm... Donald, where's the blacksmitmhmm..."Edgar mumbles as he shifts his body, scaring me into thinking he was going to wake up. When he settled back down however, I started to get up.

Ugh... I swear I bring this stuff upon myself. Not only do I get my newest house guest drunk and borderline ra... raaa... raaap... damn it, I can't even think that vile word. I took advantage of him in his drunken state. I went full animalistic on him like I was in heat, and I..."splooged" on his jeans. Immediately after, like any bit-a-dozen whorse, I decided to just leave him high and dry by taking a nap right on top of him. Seriously, what the buck Trixie?

Come to think of it, I don't know how I climaxed so early... and so hard. Usually, a mare could go for about seven or nine minutes before she climaxes, yet I only lasted three when I was with him, and it wasn't even real sex! It wasn't like I wasn't experienced either. I tried out for a herd or two, and maybe had a night with that shy earth pony mare back at that Rock farm, so I know my way around the sack. That being said, even though I was tipsy I should have lasted way longer than that.

My thoughts were interrupted when Edgar moaned a little, and then started to murmur in his sleep.

"nooooooh, stay away frm meh..."

He might wake up any second now. I have to think of a way to make this less awkward.

Okay Trixie, think! Well, even though he's slightly bigger then me, I doubt he can drink as much as me without getting wasted. I had more practice then him. He drank only a bottle's worth of wine, but that looked like it was enough to get him drunk. It could have been enough for him to not to remember what happened last night.

Edgar shifted little, and his covered erection brushed against my marehood. It caught me off guard, and had I not caught myself in time I would have whimpered like a college filly in heat. Because of that though, I reminded myself of the spot that was obvious on his lower clothing.

Uggg, why did he have to wear clothing? He's gonna notice the spot and ask about it. It honestly looks like in he wet himself...

No Trixie, Bad Pony! I can't make him think he did that. It would embarrass him so much! Then again, if I don't he will think I am a perverted little whorse.

Weighing the options, I decided what I was going to do. Prepping my best shocked face, I slowly climb off the bed and rear my hoof back.

Well, here goes nothing. Please don't get too angry.

***Trixie POV***
**present time**

Okay, you caught me. I figured him wetting the bed would be less awkward for us then him finding out I rubbed my vagina all over him, but who wouldn't? What happened next however, I did not expect.

"We are almost done, Trixie. I just think we need to give the battery an electrical charge." He says with a smile.

"Alright. Let me see what the Great and Powerful Trixie can do." I say with confidence, masking my true feelings right now as I begin to channel electricity into the big box in the car.

He looked so fragile back when he talked about the dragon in his nightmare. At first, I thought from the way he handled that Dragon, he was not afraid of anything, that he could stare Nightmare Moon in the face and laugh at her silly helmet. It's only after he admitted his fear that I realize he was more scared and vulnerable about then I was when the Ursa Minor came into Ponyville. I felt horrible for making him feel that way. If there is one thing my mother taught me to do, it's to never make the stallion you set your eye on feel like he is the weak one of the group. That is just verbal domestic abuse.

When he was apologizing I couldn't help but hug him. I just felt so disgusted by myself that I couldn't tell him the truth, but if he found out that I did that stuff to him last night and pinned the blame on him, he would be furious. Any normal stallion would be. I ended up finding out two things about him. The first being that he was not as old as I though he was, and the second was that he viewed me as a friend.

Foal steps, Trixie. Atleast you are getting somewhere.

***Edgar's Pov.***

All in all, I say we did very fine job with the car. If we can get the battery up and running, we should be good to head to Ponyville. I still don't see how Trixie thinks we can move her carriage too. We already spent an hour on the car and other carriage looks like it would fall apart if I were to pull it at the speed my "Roy" Mustang would give.

After Trixie gives the signal, I turn my keys and hope it would start. Sure enough, I hear the familiar rumble of V8 engine. As I mentally fist-bump myself, I turn back to Trixie who has her signature cocky grin.

"Never doubt the Great and Powerful Trixie!" She booms in a showman like fashion.

"That was impressive and all, but you never said how we were going to move your carriage."

"Remember when I said that the cleaning spell I did was not the most amazing household thing that can do?"

I nod my head as Trixie's confident smirk grew.

"Well then prepare to be amazed!" She said as she pranced toward her carriage until she was about a few yards in front of door. Turning toward me and giving one last smile, she took off her hat and pulled out a... that looks a lot like the wand from her cutie mark. She then turned her hat upside down in front of her and tapped her hat with the wand.

As she waves her wand, I start to hear...

Are you fucking kidding me right now?

Sure enough, I start to hear music in the background. Only this time, Trixie is moving her head to the music. Can she hear it now?

♪Higitus Figitus zum-ba-bazing♪

Is she really singing along to the lyrics of the song this time? That's it, she must definitely know something's going on.

♪ I want your attention everything!♪

As soon as she finished that particular phrase, her carriage doors swung open, and peeking their heads out were a bunch of different objects that were found throughout the inside of her home. From pillows to books to bottles, they all had an almost living curiosity, and they seemed to be listening to what Trixie had to say.

"We're packing to leave," Trixie addressed the magical menagerie in a commanding tone. "so come on, let's go!"

The pillows and blankets started to move first, eager to please their mistress, but Trixie halted their advance with a hoof.

"No no, not you. My booze is always first you know." She corrected them. She started to wave her wand like a conductor's baton, and the music started to play again. As soon as it started, many different bottles carrying different years started to float in a line toward her hat.

♪Hockety pockety wockety wack♪
♪abra-cabra da-bra nack♪
♪Shrink in size very small♪
♪we've got to save enough room for all♪
♪Higitus Figitus migitus mum♪
♪pres-ti-dig-i-ton-i-um!♪

As she blatantly copied a Disney song from an old movie of my childhood, the many different objects shrink as they get closer to her hat, shaking to the rhythm of the music as they float inside it. This was a very organized chaos, as certain objects butted heads with each other with an almost living personality, mainly a teddy bear version of an Ursa Major and a banana.

♪Cicero you belong to the "C's"♪
♪alphabethical order please♪
♪Ali-i-ca-fez bal-a-ca-zez♪
♪malacamez meripides♪
♪Hockety pockety wockety wack♪
♪that's the way we have to pack.♪
♪Higitus Figitus migitus mum♪
♪pres-ti-dig-i-ton-i-um!♪

As the line slowly starts to shrink, it seems as if her hat was bottomless. I remember that the song lasted for a tad bit longer then this however, and she was going to finish way before then.

"Be with you in just a minute, Edgar," Trixie says as she breaks out of her trance-like state, if only for a moment. "My packing almost done."

I look back to her carriage to check and see if I missed anything, but there is nothing else coming out. What else could she possibly need to pack? I got my answer when I noticed the carriage adopt a bluish tint and start to float.

No way... the Trixie from the show was nowhere near as powerful as this, if she's doing what I think she's doing. This was Twilight-level magic.

Trixie noticed my mouth wide open and smirked, sweat visible as this feat taxes her. She tries not to let this show, as a look of a sort of excited determination takes over.

"This is the best part, now!" Trixie says with a cocky air in her tone. She then swishes her tail and hair, and adopts a steadfast stance, and hoists her carriage into the air.

♪Hockety Pockety Wockety Wack♪
♪Odds and ends and Bric-a-Brac♪
♪Higitus Figitus migitus mum,♪
♪pres-ti-dig-i-ton-i-um♪

As the carriage begins to shrink, Trixie begins to look very drained, but still determined as ever when she almost screams the last couple of lines.

♪HIGITUS FIGITUS MIGITUS MUM,♪
♪PRES-TI-DIG-I-TON-I-UM!♪

UM!!♪

As the last phrase finishes, the carriage shrinking almost instantaneously into the size of a model car. I would have chuckled a tad bit if Trixie had not collapsed right there. Worried that she might have overdone herself, I ran to her side.

"Trixie, you alright?"

"My bucking horn is killing me!'" She said with an annoyed yet pained groan.

Must have been the hangover plus her doing all that magic.

"Just put my carriage inside your car. We can take it with us like that." Trixie requested between inhales and exhales.

Shaking my head, I move to wrap my arms around Trixie.

"I'll take care of that in a minute," I tell her as I hoist her up and start to walk to the passenger seat of the mustang. "Right now, I'm more worried about getting you inside so you can rest."

Trixie didn't seem to mind as she gave a sigh and leaned in closer as I walked closer and closer to my car. I didn't mind that she was still sweating. True, it was kinda gross, but she honestly didn't smell as bad as I thought she would with that sweat. Oddly enough, She actually smelled fruity, like the Trix breakfast cereal.

The humor in that is not lost on me.

As I put her in the seat and recline it for her, she whispers a small thank you and shifts her cape over herself like blanket and gives a very high pitched yawn. It was so adorable that on the way to get her mini-carriage to I had to kick a tree stump to feel manly again. As I pick up her carriage and hat lying on the ground, I open the trunk with my car keys. They weighed about the same as their size would suggest, which was surprising since the hat pretty much swallowed the entirety of the home's inside. I had to shift a couple things in the trunk to make them fit. I had to move my Jo staff and my Bokken over a tad to make sure they were undamaged. I usually kept them in the trunk in case we had a weapons class in my old dojo, but right now they had very little use. I placed the carriage inside the trunk, and took Trixie's hat inside the car, placing in on the back seat.

"So what did you think of spell?" I hear a tired voice ask. Looking over to Trixie, I see she hasn't quite fallen asleep yet and is looking to me with an inquisitive look. "Did you think that I did good back there?"

"Well, for starters I think that Walt Disney is going to rise from the grave to sue the hell outta someone," Trixie gave a confused and slightly hurt look at this. " But to be honest, that was amazing."

"Heh, well... Ta-daaaa" Trixie tried to say in a showman-like fashion. She gave a happy sigh and smile as I started the ignition. The car didn't sound too bad and I had about three quarters of the tank full of gas. The car was currently on a wide dirt path going two ways. One side of the path was very dark, while another was brighter then the other. At least with the brighter path, you can see what's in front of you. I look a look in the bushes in there and I thought I saw... nevermind. My eyes were probably playing tricks on me.

"So where is Ponyville?"

"Go that way, through the darker path." Trixie said.

"Wait, you want me to go deeper in the dark and spooky forest?" I ask with a certain amount of scepticism.

"No, you'll actually be getting out." Trixie said as she massaged her head. " This forest... it's pure evil. It's almost like it's alive, and it's trying to get you lost and kill you at every turn. It would trick you with hope, brightening a certain path to make you want to follow it, only to lead you into a creature lurking in the fog. We have to go through the most dangerous looking path to come out safely. Just trust me, I lived here long enough to know my way around."

Trying to Ignore how horrifying she just made the Everfree sound, I shift into drive and go down the darker path. I'm still scared shitless, so I put on some music to try and ease the atmosphere into something more cheerful. I turned on the radio, and I heard nothing but static.

Damn, no satellites mean no radio.

Determined not to let the doldrums of the car get the best of me, I turn it to CD while I look for a disc to play. Trixie seemed curious at what I was doing, as she followed every movement of my hands.

"Edgar, what are you doing?" She asked

"Looking for music to put on." I casually reply as I skimmed through Aerosmith, GNR, Best of the 90's volume 1 out of 10, and my own funk mix. I usually wouldn't skip such good bands, but Trixie seemed tired, so I wanted to play something to help both me and her relax.

"That doesn't look like much of an instrument? It's just a circle." Trixie stated in a disbelieving tone.

"You'd be amazed at what something so small can do." I say with a knowing smile on my face.

Finally, after looking through 20+ discs, I found my mother's old Disney CD, I put it inside the disc and wait for it to begin playing. She used to play it all the time on road trips when I was a kid. As the music starts, Trixie looks around in amazement. The music was coming from the speakers around the car, but to her, it probably seemed like it was coming from everywhere. I smiled at the sight. These ponies may have real magic, but we humans have the spark of imagination that drives us not only to make ways to hurt each other, but ways to create incredible beauty. It's our own little magic.

♪when you wish upon a star, it makes no difference who you are♪

As the original "When you wish upon a star" plays while I'm driving, Trixie slowly comes down from her high and turns to me.

"It's a record player, but it is SO CLEAR!!! This is amazing, it's like the Royal Canterlot symphony is playing all around us, yet they are nowhere at the same time." She marveled, her violet eyes still full of wonder. "Is this music common from where you are from?"

"There are all sorts of music where I am from, but this music is one of my favorite types. No one can dislike a Disney song, or at the very least, the older ones" I say with a smile and a sigh. "My family and I used to listen to this type of music time when we went on road trips. I probably memorized these songs by heart now." And that's not counting all the times I sang them for auditions. It was common enough for students to pick a song to sing that was popular, as these songs typically have a "musical" sort of vibe. Way easier to show vocal range for a musical with a Disney song or a Broadway song than Rob Zombie's music.

"You mentioned the "Disney" person twice now. Just who is he?" Trixie asked with genuine interest. "Is he like a wizard?"

"Eh, In a way he kinda was. Instead of normal magic though, he inspires imagination and belief into the hearts of children with the different movies, shows, stories, you name it. This song is actually a part of a story that he used to help teach children morals." I explain.

"...I'm not going lie, that bit about inspiring imagination was cheesy, but that sounds like a noble goal." Trixie admits.

"Laugh at the cheesiness all you want, it doesn't change the fact that you were singing of his songs a while ago." I say to the tired showmare. Trixie took on a very confused expression as she stared at me.

"You have an obsession with music, don't you? You seem to be the only person here that hears anything, cause I definitely wasn't singing." Trixie stated as-a-matter-of-factly.

I swear to God, I will eat the next person who says they didn't hear any music. I know I heard it. I should probably just record it with my phone next time. Now I am reminded of my phone, I should probably plug it into my car charger. I'll never know when I might need it.

As I continue driving, I listen as the song ends and switches to "Two worlds" from Tarzan. I think back to my family road trips.

Family...I hope I can see them again.

Trixie, almost like she can sense my distress, comforted me.

"This is very beautiful music, and I really loved the first song." Trixie said as she leaned forward with a blush on her face and...kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you for sharing it with me." She spoke she turned away from me, probably resting from her excessive use of magic. I'm glad she turned away, otherwise she would have seen my obvious blush.

what's this feeling I have? My stomach and chest feel very weird. I feel like I am going to puke, but I am still feeling of...joy? Yea, it's joy.

I look back to Trixie, then look back to the road.

This is too cliche to be what I think it might be, so it probably isn't. I'm sure any guy would react like I just did right now… still, I liked that feeling.

***Unknown Pov 3 minutes ago.***

I look at the creature as he moved further and further away in his metal contraption. I gave up on trying to get into it while they slept since its lock was unlike any I have seen before. It seems that the creature is the only master it would accept. I give a small chuckle and walk started to walk back and celebrate my long-awaited homecoming with a plan already birthing itself in my head. Still, I couldn't help but wonder about this new creature. While it was easy to read the magician's delicious budding love, the biped's feelings eluded what little magic I had at that point. Still, that should be irrelevant soon. I will arrive back into my home in about a day or so, and be welcome with open hooves and new goal.

This being is most interesting. Not one day in this forest and he claims the heart of a lonely pony, even if she doesn't know it yet.

What a ladykiller...

***Edgar's POV***

I've been driving at a decent speed for about eight minutes, and I swear this forest is going to be the death of me. Trixie, feeling better after a little rest, has been guiding me until we reached the outskirts of the forest.

"...And that's the tree that the Ursa Minor knocked over when those two idiots brought it into town. Seriously, who would think that was in any way a smart idea???"

"Yea, that sounds like a dick move on their part."

"Well if there was one thing it taught me, it was that I was not as powerful as I though I was. I can't be too cocky all the time." Trixie said with an accepting tone. It seems that the mane six were not the only ones who have lived and learned in Equestria. "If none of those horrible things happened, I would probably be a lot meaner then I am now. Oh, Speaking of Ponyville we should see it any second now. It's just over this hill."

"Hey, when life gives you lemons..." I started the phrase, but halted when I saw Ponyville.

"You make lemonade, I know. Hey, are you okay? What, cat got your toun-..." Trixie serioused the fuck up when she saw what I was looking at.

Like Trixie's carriage, ponyville was just like it was in the show, but with much more detail. From the top of the hill, we could see many Apple orchards to the left. We could see carousel boutique, and Sugarcube corner. The most breathtaking building was twilight's castle. When I first saw it on the cartoon, I thought it looked kinda cool, I guess. Now that I am seeing the glorified treehouse in real life, with multicolored magic runes floating around it and the crystalline structure shimmering in the distance, I almost shed a tear. It's almost like what Dorothy probably felt when she first saw the Emerald City. While it was certainly beautiful and breathtaking, that wasn't the most interesting part.

No, the interesting part was the large amount of bug-like creatures trying to swarm the town, as they are engaged in a battle with the royal guards at the bottom.

Murphy's law is fucking Bullshit.