It was a very calm day in Ponyville. After Shining Armor and his entourage had left, there was nothing that would disturb the peace in this little town.

Twilight’s library was a big exception to this.

Inside, a certain purple mare was currently trying (and failing) to free herself from Rainbow and Applejack’s combined strength, as well as Rarity’s inhibitor spell and all that while Pinkie’s Cannon was aimed at her head.

Pinkie of course didn’t have any lethal ammunition loaded, however she had something that might’ve been even worse: The stickiest gum she could find. The kind that you would never get out again, once it got into your coat or, Celestia help, your mane!

Needless to say, Twilight was done fighting rather quickly and instead tried to reason her way out of this.

“Girls!” she pleaded. “Please, you have to believe me! Frosty is the real villain here!”

“Oh, we know that.” Rarity said. “Our master is quite amazing, isn’t he?”

“Yer sayin’ it, Rares!” Applejack said from behind her.

“W-wait, ‘Master’? What do—oh no, please don’t tell me--“ Twilight stammered, before Pinkie suddenly appeared right in front of her.

“Hihihihi, oh yes, Twilight, we’ve finally joined Frosty’s ranks!” Pinkie laughs and her eyes glow purple.

“No…” Twilight mumbled.

“Yeah, Twi. An’ guess what, our master told us tah… convice ya t’join as well…” Applejack said from behind her with a slurry voice.

Suddenly, Twilight’s hind leg was grabbed and pulled upwards… and then she felt something enter her.

“Open wide, Twi. ah’m gonna give ya th’ same treatment as Tiara got!~” Applejack sang behind her.

“No…!” Twilight whined.

“And while you’re at it, you can prepare me as well.” Rainbow said, before moving up to her face and repeatedly pushing her erect cock into Twilight’s cheek.

“N-No!” Twilight whined, though she also blushed quite a lot at the same time.

*crunch*

Twilight’s head whipped around to the other side of the Library, where Spike had just bit a big chunk out of her favourite book.

“Hey Twi, these really are tasty! I should’ve tried them sooner!” Spike said.

“NOOOOO!!!!” Twilight cried.

“Nooo!” Twilight shot upright in her bed, sweating and panting heavily.

“Finally!” Spike exclaimed from beside her, Starswirl’s original in his left claw and his right stretched forward to poke her. “I had to threaten you with destroying your favourite book to make you wake up!”

“Wake me… up?” Twilight asked groggily. “so… I’ve been asleep?... yeah, that—that means that it was all a dream right? So Shining doesn’t believe that Frosty is innocent!”

“Uhhh, no, that… totally happened.” Spike said, making Twilight promptly faint again.

Canterlot was a busy City. Hundreds of stores lined the streets, each trying to outcompete their rivals. The buildings were packed tightly to allow for maximum living space on minimal area, which in turn meant that the apartment prices were very high. In fact the only city in the entire diarchy that had higher prices was Manehattan.

The streets were filled to the brim with ponies, most of them trying to get through the busy streets as quickly as possible, while others were simply perusing through the many shops and stores.

It was the latter kind that a certain blue Showmare was interested in. After she had saved up enough for a new wagon, she had left to attend to her old business. Working for Twilight had been a very nice change of pace, sure, but even a stable pay, a roof over her head and a few friends to meet with hadn’t changed the one thing that defined Trixie the most:

She was a wandering showmare.

Being in one place for longer than a few days was nice, sure, but it also left this nagging feeling in the back of her head that the audience here was exhausted and that she needed to move. Thus, she left shortly after the whole debacle during the competition and had since been busy traveling from town to town and delivering the best show she could.

She was greatly aided in this by the larger wagon she had afforded after working a little longer than originally needed. If she was buying a new wagon anyways, she could also upgrade, while she was at it.

With her new and bigger wagon and a heavy sack of bits from her previous shows, Trixie went to set up a stage in Canterlot’s central plaza and held her standard entrance show – the same she held in Ponyville with only slight altercations due to the new wagon - as a test-run.

To say that her first show here was a success would be an understatement. On the first day she had already made enough bits to offset her expenses! However, her fortune seemingly wasn’t meant to last, as just when she was about to pack up for the day, two stallions appeared behind her.

“Hey, wander whorse.” One of the stallions called out to her.

Trixie whipped around, glaring at the stallion who just spoke. “What did you just call me?! I’m a wandering magician, not some low-life escort, you imbecile!” She shouted.

“That doesn’t matter.” The other stallion said. “Your ‘taxes’ are due. Pay up and we’ll leave you in peace.”

“What? Taxes? What are you talking about? Trixie already paid her stage rent for today!” Trixie seethed.

“Oh, we aren’t talking about stage rent, little missy. You have trespassed into our family’s territory. Pay the toll and you’re free to go.” The stallion said.

“Pah! Trixie doesn’t give money to low-life thugs like you. Now choo off, before I launch you into orbit!” Trixie threatened.

“Tsk tsk, wrong answer, little missy.” The stallion said, before nodding to his partner, who then promptly whirled around and knocked Trixie out.

Trixie awoke in a room, tied to a chair and with only a single light hanging overhead.

“Huh… wuh?” she mumbled, while still very numb from the kick.

“Ah, you are finally awake.” Another male voice said from beyond the lamp’s reach.

Trixie woke up fully and looked around frantically. She tried to free herself from her binds, but found that the ties were bound very tightly and that an inhibitor ring had been placed around her horn.

“Oh, don’t bother. My… employees are very adept at making sure, my guests don’t flee.” The voice chuckled.

“What?! Hey! Let me go! I warn you, I have VERY powerful friends!” Trixie threatened.

“And where are these friends?” The voice asked, chuckling darkly. “There are not here… Speaking of which, do you know, why you are here?”

Trixie wanted to make an unwise remark again, but was luckily (for her) cut off by the voice continuing.

“You are here, because you have done something very bad. Yes…” he said in a mockingly sad tone. “You have refused to pay your taxes… and as such, you will have to face the consequences.”

At that moment, Trixie could hear a door opening somewhere outside of her field of vision and a familiar, young voice spoke up.

“Mister Count, I heard you’ve foalnapped somepony. Is that correct?” The young voice asked, while Trixie could hear hoofsteps coming from that same direction and slowly move towards the older voice.

“Hmm? Why yes, Sir Blood. Is… Is something not to your satisfaction, sir?” the older male voice asked, with a slight undertone of fear.

“Oh don’t worry, I just wanted to see…” The younger voice suddenly cut off and Trixie could hear his pace quicken and his steps come closer, when suddenly, a small form, clad in fedora and tuxedo, stepped into the light beside her.

“Trixie?” Frosty asked with a lot of astonishment.

“Frosty?!” Trixie exclaimed with even more astonishment. “What are you doing here?! W-Why are you even in Canterlot?!”

Frosty chuckled. “Oh, that’s a long story, really. However, you being here is actually quite a good thing.”

“A good thing?! Frosty, what in Celestia’s name is going on?!” Trixie shouted.

“A lot. And many of these things aren’t good. However, with your help, we might be able to solve at least a few of them.” Frosty mused.

“Wh-what? I-I mean Trixie will help wherever she can, but… what?”

Frosty looked over to where the other voice earlier came from and nodded once in that direction. He then turned back to Trixie and smirked at her.

“Trixie… have you ever considered working with the mob?”

Author's Note

A very short chapter, indeed. Nothing more to say here.