MareDoWell

It had been two months since I returned to Ponyville, everything seemed to be okay. I'd made amends with nearly everypony in town and had been doing my part in keeping everything in order. Whether it was using a deconstruction spell to help take down an old building, or putting up a banner at a public event, I tried to help in every way I could. Nearly everypony in the town had forgiven me. Hay; I had even gained snip’s and snail’s affection back. But like I said, although nearly everypony in town liked me, there were still a specific five mares that didn't.

Perhaps I should do some explaining, my name is Trixie, also known as the GREAT and POWERFUL Trixie, I’m a professional magician/play write. I use my magic to create amazing tricks and tell wonderful stories, combining the dazzling effects of a magic act with the intrigue of the theater. However, truth be told, it’s mostly just a cover I use to pursue my true passion; albeit it’s a well paying cover, but a cover nonetheless.

Now I could sit here all day and tell you about how wonderful it is to be a magician. I could tell you about what it’s like to be in the limelight, to have millions of fans throwing red roses at your hooves at the end of nearly every show… but that’s not why you’re here, is it?

No, the story you want is one telling of my other profession, isn’t it? One that contains love and loss, good and evil, friendship and hatred. One of blood stained tears, and inner revelations that shock the very soul of the pony they come to. One of dashing heroes and their beautiful lovers: and psychopathic, murderous villains. One of gore and bloodshed that would make even a veteran executioner cringe. If that’s what you came to see… then you’re in the right place.

The story you are about to hear is how I, a lowly little show pony, became the savior of Equestria. The faceless terror that stalks the unjust, the swift hoof that strikes down evil wherever it makes itself known. She who can grant forgiveness, or deliver unto the unforgivable their punishment.

This is how I became…

MareDoWell

I was at an ice-cream stand ordering a sundae. It was beautiful out, the sun was shining, the birds were chirping, just a perfect day. I sighed and began to bask in the ambiance of my surroundings when I heard a small soft voice calling to me.

“Um… hello, Trixie…” I heard. I turned around to see none other than Fluttershy smiling at me, her pink main covering one of her eyes. I remember coming back to Ponyville; she was the first one I met coming in. It took some convincing, but she eventually granted me forgiveness, and we became good friends.

"So... um… how are you, doing today." she asks me

"Oh you know, the usual, just enjoying Celestia’s sun." I reply.

We sat there, chatting for a few minutes, eating together, until a single question popped into my head;

"I see the others refused to go with you again."

The smile on her face faded and her head began to droop. I already knew what was coming.

"I'm… I’m so sorry Trixie... but whatever I do I can't change their minds. They all think you're the same show pony from two years ago." Those words hit hard; I can still remember myself, arrogant, boastful, and worst of all I basked in the pain of others. There was not a single part of the old me that I had wished to retain, and if I ever met my old self, I’d go to prison for assault.

It was Twilight Sparkle that eventually drove me away, showing me to be just a loud mouth show pony that would rather just make up stories then be able to back up what she says she can do.

"It's fine Fluttershy, really…at least you're here." I saw a small smile return to her face. Besides, it wasn't all of them I was really interested in, it was Twilight Sparkle I wanted to forgive me the most.

‘Why’ you ask? Well… that’s what expositions are for.

It was shortly after the Ursa-minor incident that I continued my performances at other towns, my usual boastful attitude intact, I'd humiliate ponies who said they could best me, and made myself out to be the most powerful unicorn around. But, every time I put on a show, one thought began to linger; the fact that I most certainly wasn’t the most powerful, she was.

The thought of how she embarrassed me, humiliated me, and then chased me off. It all made me hate her. But the worst part was the fact that she could actually do what I only said I could do. She was better than me, and even I knew it.

The shows started to get worse after that, due to my constant state of distraction. I would misread spells and forget parts of stories. So after awhile I just stopped, didn't do shows, didn't go out that much, I just stowed myself away and asked one question over and over. Why was she better than me? I mean, she was more powerful yes, but I had so much personality, and she was just so average…  what was it.

Then one day, as I was walking along, a young colt interrupted my thoughts.

"Excuse me... Trixie is it?" the foal asks. I looked up to see a small colt with a dark brown coat and yellow eyes giving me a soft playful smile.

"Yes, it is I, the great and powerful Trixie, what do you want from Trixie?" I ask in my usually arrogant manner.

"I just wanted to give my opinion, but…” he looked away, his right hoof pawing the ground nervously.

“Maybe if you were a little more subtle, and humbled, and had a little humility, it may make the show a little bit better."

At first I was going to dismiss him like others who had suggestions like this, saying that he was nothing more than a foal that needs to mind his own business.

"Oh really, and what do you know about sho-!" I began to protest, causing the foal to cringe slightly. But then it hit me, like a runaway carriage. That was it, that was always it!

"Thank you, young foal, thank you so much for the suggestion, I will take it into account." I said softly as I walked away, smiling. I had figured it out, it all made sense. The reason Twilight was better than me was not because she was more powerful, but because she had a sense of humility. She was indeed powerful, but she didn't need to boast about it, because she could prove it.

So throughout the next two months, I began to try and develop a sense of humility. At first I tried to stop being so boastful and arrogant during shows, even thanking and complementing the audience. Then I stopped doing so many shows and started helping around the community, like cleaning sidewalks and helping out at soup kitchens. To be honest, at first I hated it. It felt like I was sucking up to the audience, putting on a fake smile to get what I want.

But, after awhile, i noticed a change. The audience seemed to be not just happy, but almost... grateful, that I put on a show for them. Instead of merely shouting at hecklers, calming down to give a witty retort proved to be a much better option as it drowned both the audience and the stage in laughter. When I would do work for the community, I found it extremely pleasing to see everyone happily benefit from what I had done.

All in all, it just started to make me feel happy, and not because I impressed them with my magical feats or whatever, but because I made them happy... It's hard to explain... it's almost like their happiness fed my own. All I know is that I didn't want it to stop; I never wanted it to stop.

But I started to realize something; all of my thoughts of motivation, centered on Twilight Sparkle.

At first I thought that I had simply found an idol, basically becoming a fan of Twilight, but it started to become something more. I began to have dreams about her, and not normal ones; I would see her dancing in a meadow, the mist causing her coat to glow, and then she would look over to me with those beautiful violet eyes. Or I would be in her room, looking out onto the terrace next to it. She would be standing near the edge, her arms crossed on top of the banister as she looked out over Ponyville, the wind occasionally blowing through her mane. But there was one dream in particular that had more impact than any other… the dream where she spoke to me.

The dream took place somewhere in Canterlot during the day, in a section of the royal plaza that was opened to the public. I was looking over the different plants, taking in their beauty, their scent. I occasionally looked over the beautiful décor, taking in the beauty of the fine craftsmanship put into the scenery around me.

But then something caught the corner of my eye, and I looked up to see what it was out of reflex. As my eyes arrived on the figure standing off to the right of me, I gazed in awe at what I saw; for standing there was none other… than Twilight Sparkle.

She was just standing there, facing away from me, and seemingly surveying her surroundings. Her lavender coat practically gleamed in the sunlight, the subtle breeze causing he mane to wave and shimmer ever so slightly. The dress she wore accented her hips and perked up her breasts.

I knew we weren’t on good terms, but it just felt like something… drew me to her. As I took the first step towards her, her ears swiveled, and she turned to meet my gaze. When my eyes met her, my heart nearly exploded.

Her eyes were not beautiful, nor were they stunning…

They were heavenly.

She stared at me, no, into me with her heavenly violet pools for a long while. Her face did not carry a look of disdain nor joy, but instead, an expression that lacked any certain emotion and was simply… beautiful.

After the long hard staring contest, her lips slowly curled into a soft smile, and for the first time, in any of my dreams… she spoke.

“I’ve been waiting for you…” she said in this, sultry tone. As soon as I heard those words, my legs grew weak, my eyes fluttered, and I nearly lost consciousness. I regained my composure as fast as I could and turned around to leave, but a purple flash of light blocked my way, blinding me.

When my vision returned to me… I felt as if my heart actually did explode this time. Inches away from mine, was the snout of Twilight Sparkle.

Before I could say, do, or even think of anything, she began to close the distance between us. Before our lips made contact, she whispered three words, words that shook me to my very core, words that repeated themselves over and over again in my mind… the words that woke me up.

’My dearest Trixie… ‘

I woke up in a cold sweat, immediately going to the bathroom to take a shower, so that I could try and figure out what was going on and fall back asleep. I wanted to say I didn't, but the truth was obvious; I had feelings for Twilight Sparkle. Weather it was the fact that she was so intelligent and yet so beautiful or how powerful she truly was, there was just something so… alluring about her.

My transformation went on as I started going from town to town, doing shows (sometimes for charity), and helping out around the area. But, something kept bugging me… and it wasn't just the crush thing either. No, now I was thinking about all those other ponies I lied to and embarrassed. How I led Snips and Snails around by the nose, how I humiliated some of the elements of harmony… how I brought that damned Ursa to town. I started to feel horrible about every moment of it, and for the longest time two words lingered in my head; I'm sorry

I kept practicing my magic for 2 years, owning my skills in combat, recreational... sexual. I even figured out teleportation. Not hard really, all it is a high level speed increase spell, a portal spell, a mixing spell to put them together and a massive amount of magic. It’s no wonder me and twilight could do it, us and the princesses are probably the only ones powerful enough to do it. But, in the back my mind, those two words still lingered.

So I decided to finally return to Ponyville to make some much needed apologies. First was Fluttershy, who I bumped into on my way to Ponyville. I remember her giving me the stare of a lifetime before I gave her my apology. I mean I could literally feel the resentment coming from her gaze. But, to my surprise, she accepted it with open arms.

We went back to town and everyponies reaction to me was… skeptical, to say the least. No one really trusted me for awhile, still thinking of me as boastful and cruel, but after a few weeks they started to warm up to me, and soon it was like nothing had happened.

Unfortunately, there were still five mares that loathed me;

Pinky Pie says she gets what she thinks are "bad twitches" when she's around me. Applejack doesn't believe a word I say. Rainbow Dash is to loyal to her friends to believe me, and Rarity will not forgive me for turning her hair green.

But Twilight, she was the worst. Not just because I had… feelings for her, but because to her, I was the mare that hurt her friends, and nearly got an Ursa-minor to destroy Ponyville… she hated me.

And now there I was, hated by five, generally appreciated by the rest.  After I sat a spell and chatted with Fluttershy, I went home to a farm house I had bought and, using the money from my shows, turned it into my own private little mansion. I walked into the living room and unlocked the secret drawer compartment on the coffee table; in it was a small heart framed picture of Twilight that i had acquired due to a favor from Fluttershy.

"If only I could prove to you and your friends that I've changed." I said "That I'm not that same mare. If only I cou-."

There was a sudden, fast knocking at my door, I opened it and saw Fluttershy standing there, a soft smile on her face.

"Oh um… hey, Trixie. I, um, forgot to mention earlier today that there is a non-invitation party tonight at Twilights, meaning that anypony is welcome, I was wondering… um… if you wanted to come." She asked nervously, probably thinking I would say no.

I thought about saying no for a moment, but then I thought 'Hey, maybe I could finally convince them that I'm not a complete ass’ so I reply.

"Sure, just let me get my things ready and I'll be there at about six." I say, instantly turning her from nervous to overjoyed.

"All right Trixie, um, see you there." she said walking away with a smile, but as I prepared for the party, I smiled myself, hoping that maybe tonight would be the night those five finally accepted me.