Author's Note
Trixie will be wearing her usual blue shirt and purple skirt. Also, Sunset will be wearing her outfit that comes with jeans.
Trixie's Messy Day
On Sunday, Trixie was shopping at the mall with Sunset Shimmer. Sunset was drinking a bottle of water, while Trixie was drinking her fifth soda from the vending machines.
"And, tomorrow, be amazed at the new tricks that Trixie will perform!" said Trixie.
"You do seem to be getting better at them," said Sunset, remembering how she got her outside the room Wallflower had locked them in.
Trixie finished her soda, and told Sunset about the tricks she planned to do.
"I'm not sure some of those will work. But Pinkie Pie will probably appreciate the one you intend for her."
"Of course she'll appreciate it." Trixie walked to the vending machine and put a coin in, getting a can of coke. She was just about to open it when she felt a sudden intense urge to pee. She groaned and put her hand on her crotch.
"Are you all right?" said Sunset.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie has to go to the bathroom." Trixie ran to the mall bathroom as fast as she could, shaking her can of coke in the process.
To her dismay, all the stalls were full. Trixie held herself with one hand and her coke can with the other, pee dancing as her need to urinate increased.
After a few minutes, which felt like hours, she heard a toilet flush. Trixie ran next to the stall, frantically pee dancing and waiting for it to open.
In her desperation, she did not anticipate what was coming next. The stall door opened and hit her in the face, knocking her on her butt. This was too much for Trixie, and her bladder gave out. Trixie sat in embarrassment as a wet spot formed on the front of her dress, and a puddle formed under her butt. She blushed, grimacing at the hissing sound and the smell as she continued to wet herself uncontrollably.
The girl that was in the stall washed her hands, oblivious to Trixie's situation, and walked out the door.
When Trixie finished peeing in her dress, she sat in her puddle, shocked. I shouldn't have drank all that soda.
Suddenly, it hit her how she was going to cover this up and avoid humiliation. She decided to open the coke can, pour it over herself, and think of some excuse for Sunset.
When she opened the can, it exploded in her face, soaking her completely. Trixie let out a shriek of surprise, but felt relieved after this. She was dripping with coke, and so no one would be able to tell that she was wet with anything else.
She stood up and walked out of the bathroom, returning to Sunset.
"What happened?" said Sunset.
"I made it, but when I opened my can of coke it exploded in my face from when I ran to the bathroom."
"Let's go home. I'll walk you there." Sunset suspected that Trixie soaking herself in coke hadn't been accidental, but she said nothing, pretending to fall for it.
...
Monday morning, Trixie was paired with Twilight in science class.
"It says we must mix these two chemicals together," said Twilight, reading the textbook.
"I have something much better in mind." Trixie took some of the beakers and poured chemicals and powder into her cup. "Isn't the Great and Powerful Trixie the most greatest and powerfulest scientist?"
"Trixie, don't mix that one with-"
"This will be the greatest concoction Canterlot High has ever seen!" As Trixie poured the chemical, Twilight ducked under the table.
The cup exploded, sending green slime flying everywhere. It didn't fly far enough to hit most of the students, and Twilight was hiding under the table. Trixie, on the other hand, was covered from head to foot in goo.
"I tried to tell you," said Twilight. "Now, let's start over, and maybe next time don't try showing off."
"Fine," said Trixie, annoyed at the result of her experiment.
...
By lunchtime, it was raining hard. Trixie stepped outside into the rain to rinse the slime off her. Soaking wet but relatively clean, she walked back into the school and continued their classes.
After school, Trixie walked to the field where Rainbow Dash was already waiting for her.
"Are you sure you want to challenge me?" said Rainbow Dash.
"You might be a better athlete, but the Great and Powerful Trixie knows more tricks with the ball than anyone!"
"We'll see about that."
They started playing 1 on 1 soccer while the other girls watched. It had stopped raining, but the grass was still wet. Rainbow Dash had the ball most of the time and kept scoring.
Near the end of the game, Trixie finally got the ball and made her way to Rainbow's net. As she did so, she tried doing some fancy tricks with the ball, kicking it from foot to foot and trying to bounce it on her foot. As this was hard for her to do while moving, she stopped running and stood in one spot, continuing to perform her tricks.
Rainbow watched, entertained for about ten seconds. Then she ran at Trixie and stole the ball. Startled, Trixie jumped backwards a bit, slipped on the wet grass, and fell into a mud puddle, landing on her back.
Rainbow Dash scored. "10 goals! I win!"
Trixie sat up and groaned.
...
An hour later, Trixie sat on her couch, waiting patiently for Pinkie Pie to arrive. Her outfit was in the laundry basket, but she was wearing a dry, clean, identical outfit.
She had set up a prank for Pinkie Pie. Inside what appeared to be an inactive disco ball was a giant cake with chocolate frosting on it. She had the remote to the ball, and as soon as she hit the button, it would open up, and the cake would fall. She knew Pinkie wouldn't hold it against her - she'd just find it funny and delicious.
The doorbell rang, and Trixie opened it.
"Hi Trixie!" said Pinkie Pie excitedly. "What's this big party you invited me to?"
"I set up a trick to make something appear, and I want you to tell me what you think of it."
"Ooh! What is it?"
Trixie pointed to the spot directly below the disco ball. "Stand over there and find out."
Pinkie walked over to where Trixie was pointing.
"A bit to your left. No, your other left. Now a bit forward... there you go."
"So what's the trick?" said Pinkie.
"I can make a cake fall from the sky!" Trixie pressed the button on her remote.
Nothing happened.
Trixie pressed the button a few more times. No response.
"Still waiting to see the trick," said Pinkie.
"Just one second..." Trixie pressed the button again. "What a time for the remote's battery to die!"
"Bummer." Pinkie walked away from the spot and sat on the couch.
Trixie walked over to the spot where Pinkie had been standing and looked up. Maybe it's a problem with the ball.
The remote's light suddenly turned on. The ball opened up, and the cake fell directly on top of Trixie.
With a loud SPLAT, Trixie was covered with chocolate frosting. "Come on! That's the third time today!"
Pinkie giggled. "So that's your big trick!"
Trixie groaned.
"Cheer up. It is kinda funny. I wouldn't mind being in your position at all! Here, I can clean you up." Pinkie started to lick the frosting off Trixie. Trixie thought it was a little weird, but this was Pinkie Pie after all.
...
At recess on Tuesday, Trixie stood outside with Fluttershy.
"Are you sure about this?" said Fluttershy nervously.
"All I'm doing is pulling your rabbit out of a hat," said Trixie. "It won't hurt him."
Fluttershy handed Angel over to Trixie. Angel resisted, but Trixie was able to get him hidden away and do her trick to pull him out of the hat. As soon as she did, Angel kicked a carrot at her, which hit her in the face. She stumbled backwards and fell into a dumpster. Unfortunately for her, the dumpster was full of a week's worth of rotten cafeteria food rather than garbage bags or papers.
The janitor walked by and dumped some leftover casserole from yesterday into the dumpster. It splattered all over Trixie. Unaware of her presence, the janitor walked away whistling to himself.
Trixie climbed out of the dumpster, covered in wet, filthy, smelly garbage.
"I'm so sorry about that," said Fluttershy. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," said Trixie. "Trixie just needs to shower."
"You might not want to use Angel for your tricks again."
...
The bell rang as Trixie was on her way to the showers, so she had to stay in her messy state until lunch time. She ran into the showers and rinsed the garbage off. Everyone in the school was happier for it, she barely even smelled anymore.
After school, Trixie walked up to Rarity, having mostly dried off, though her outfit was still slightly damp with a few garbage stains on it. "The Great and Powerful Trixie requires your assistance for a trick."
"I suppose. What sort of trick is it?"
"Follow me." Trixie led Rarity to a mud puddle. "First you must cover yourself in mud. Then I shall clean you instantly, without a trace of mud left on you!"
"Are you sure it's going to work?" Rarity was skeptical.
"I haven't tested it yet, but I'm sure it will!"
"Test it on yourself, first. I want to be absolutely sure before I take part in this."
"Very well!" Trixie dove into the mud puddle and rolled around in it. Once she was covered from head to toe, she stood up and stepped out of the mud. "Witness the amazing clean-up trick of the Great and Powerful Trixie!" She threw a smoke bomb at her feet.
Rarity watched with interest. When the smoke cleared, Trixie was trying to clean herself up with a towel, but had barely gotten any mud off her.
"I knew that wouldn't work," said Rarity. "Um, no offense."
"I may not have gotten this one quite right yet," Trixie admitted.
...
An hour later, when Applejack was finished doing some work around her farm, Trixie walked up to her, dry and clean and in another identical outfit.
"Howdy, Trixie," said Applejack. "What's up?"
"I have performed several tricks today, and none of them worked. But I know one trick that does seem to work, and I'd like to try to impress a crowd with it. The Great and Powerful Trixie wishes to borrow one of your horses."
"Sure. Just don't hurt it or anything." Applejack led a horse out of its stall over to Trixie. Trixie stood a bit of a distance away from it.
"Watch as I throw this smoke bomb and suddenly appear on top of this horse!"
"Uh, you sure you wanna-"
Trixie threw the smoke bomb at her feet. When the smoke cleared, Trixie stood on top of the horse's back.
Before Trixie could comment that one of her tricks actually worked, the horse was startled by her sudden appearance on its back and started to run. Trixie fell off the horse, and her shoelace caught on the horse's horseshoe, causing it to drag her along with it.
The horse ran into the mud field, dragging Trixie through the mud. Trixie groaned. How many times was she going to get this dirty today?
Eventually, Trixie reached for her shoelace and pulled it free of the horseshoe. She lay on her back in the mud, panting and once again covered from head to toe.
The horse walked over to Trixie, who sat up.
"Ah should warn you, that's a racehorse," said Applejack.
The horse lifted its leg, and a stream of pee as strong as a hose sprayed Trixie, soaking her completely.
"Looks like she's givin' you a bath," chuckled Applejack.
"Not the kind of bath I wanted," said Trixie indignantly.
When the horse finished peeing on her, Trixie laid down on her back, moaning in embarrassment. The horse walked so that its behind was just above Trixie's head.
"What are you doing now?" said Trixie.
"Uh, Trixie, I'd move, pronto," said Applejack nervously.
The horse lifted its tail.
"Noooooooooo!" Trixie shouted.
A pile of wet, smelly manure plopped onto Trixie's face. Trixie got up on all fours and tried to move, but slipped on the mud and fell down. More horse poop fell onto her dress. At this point, Trixie had to pee, but she knew she couldn't get any dirtier or smellier, so she just peed in her dress again.
...
Applejack washed Trixie in a round, wooden tub. She had just dumped the dirty water out and was giving her a second round of the bath to clean her better.
"I'm so sorry about that," said Applejack, scrubbing Trixie's back. "You must've really startled her."
"Well, I know I'm not going to try that trick again," said Trixie, who was still blushing with embarrassment.
"And don't worry your pretty li'l head about it," said Applejack. "That's happened to me too once. Twice, actually. And ah promise ah won't tell anyone."
"You had better not."
"I'm the Element of Honesty. Ah keep my promises. Now put your rear end in the air."
Trixie submerged her head underwater and let Applejack scrub her butt. At first she did this with her skirt in position, then she lifted her skirt and scrubbed her blue panties. When Trixie resumed her sitting position, she gasped. Sunset Shimmer stood before her.
"Hi Trixie," said Sunset.
Trixie blushed. "There's a perfectly good explanation for this..."
"Trixie fell in the mud and I'm washin' her," said Applejack.
Trixie was relieved Applejack hadn't mentioned the horse doing its business on her. Applejack really did keep her promises.
"It feels nice, doesn't it?" said Sunset. "Once I fell into the mud and had Twilight give me a bath like that."
When Applejack finished washing Trixie, Trixie stepped out of the tub. Applejack held up the hose to rinse her off.
"Can I do it?" said Sunset.
"Sure," said Applejack.
Sunset sprayed Trixie with the hose, rinsing all the suds off. Soon she was sparkling clean and soaking wet.
"You can spray me with the hose if you want," said Sunset. "It is a hot day."
Trixie giggled a bit, grabbed the hose, and sprayed Sunset until she was soaking wet.
"Now, watch as the Great and Powerful Trixie dries herself off!" Trixie threw a smoke bomb, and when the smoke cleared, Trixie was trying to dry herself off with a towel. Not only was she not done, but the towel didn't dry her outfit well.
"I haven't got that one quite right yet."
Sunset chuckled.
