Trixie's Shipping Multiverse

by Art Inspired

Rating: mature
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Sad, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Trixie, Sex, Spike
Length: 3350

aftermath of Trixie's episode set up in multiple universes where she is shipped with different pony

Trixie has lost everything. Her dreams are crushed, her hopes have been dashed and the world now laughs at her, but will a new friend help her regain happiness?

(Multiple shipping universes of Trixie after her episode. Based solely around the multiverse theory.)

Published 2012-09-12 20:34:01 UTC
Last updated 2012-10-29 18:34:04 UTC

November Rain

November Rain

Rain poured down from the sky, soaking the poor phony pony, Trixie. With her pale, cornflower blue mane and tail soaked by the drab downpour, she sobbed in her self-pity. Her whole life was ruined, all because of a simple mishap. She had been building her life up from the start, and for the most part, was doing splendid. Then that monster attacked, and all she could do was flee town. All her work, all her determination to try and stage herself as great and powerful was now ruined, and fate spat in her face as though she were the ground everypony walked on.

“So, Trixie… what now?” she asked herself out loud. “You have no caravan, no home, no bits… and no way out of the horrible spot you find yourself in. how will you live?” Her head rose up to look out in the direction of her trail and saw a tree filled with thick branches and leaves that stopped the rain a little. “Well… better than nothing I suppose.”

As she entered, her body felt cold. Her mane and tail was ruined thanks to the water, and all she could do was weep. If she ever got the chance to try and earn back her life, it wouldn’t be anytime soon. “So this is it?” she asked herself. “The rain will wash away everything you have and leave you to sit in the mud.” Little drips hit her head and shoulders. Liquid dismally slid down her chest making her shiver from the freezing air. Tears were the next thing to drip upon her. They came slowly, but soon poured in long strands, intersecting each other and connecting as they coasted. All the while, she just stayed under that tree, unable to think of any way possible to recover from this devastation she found herself in. her hooves, muddy with soil, planted themselves firmly in the dirt, tears drifting down. As she slowly lowered herself, giving up hope for this bad dream to end, and for her to wake up in her bed with the cape and hat hanging on their hinges above her, she heard a voice; faint and unnoticeable at first, but gradually increasing with volume. She recognized the vocals, and realized they belonged to Twilight. It came from behind the tree, and soon, the clip clop of her hooves stopped.

“Come on Twilight. Let’s just go.” Spike said. They had yet to realize Trixie’s presence to be from the other side of the tree they stood under, and this was fine. Trixie lay there, not even wanting to be found by the mare she envied now more than ever. Her chin rested motionless in the mud with water streaming down her cheeks and not just from the rain, but from her eyes as well. The salty tears mixed with the murky aqua, and formed clay under her heavy mind, tainting the fur on her neck.

“No spike! We need to find her.” Twilight’s voice was determined, but Trixie’s motivation was extremely damaged making her wish to be undetectable. “Trixie!” Twilight called. “Trixie, where are you?!” Her voice was scared, and told the blue coated mare she desperately desired her whereabouts but no matter what, Trixie wasn’t revealing herself to the mare. All she wanted right now was for them to go away. Just before She heard Twilight begin to trot off, Trixie noticed her say “We need to find her. If we don’t, I’d never forgive myself if she got injured.”

Trixie was a little stunned by that statement, but decided to ignore it. As she stayed under the tree, rain clapping at her solitude, her thoughts trailed off to her childhood. Her uncle, known as Cheap Trick would always amaze her, and play with the filly, but as he passed away from brain cancer, her whole world fell apart. He was saving up for her to join magic school, but with his untimely death, the bits he left her just wasn’t enough. So, she spent it on the caravan, and used most of his tricks and props for her magic shows. She was doing great, and was almost ready to pay admission fees, but with the incident that occurred in Ponyville, all those hopes and dreams she had been looking forward to were now far out of reach. Everything her heart desired was now gone and dead. The mare lifted her head and looked at the lines of dense rain that fell to the ground. Her tears still poured, and all she really wanted was to learn magic. The mare swallowed and admitted “I’ll never have what I want… and I know the world hates me. All the ponies hate me, big and small. What am I supposed to do without magic? I’m a unicorn, but my talents are horrible. I can barely control a twine of rope, and here I thought I was so close… Now look where I am. In the mud with no bits, no shelter... Nothing!” Her head drooped and stared at her choked up reflection in the small puddle. Her face was dirty, and her once glossy hair was now raggedy and ruined. She looked horrible, but it was nothing compared to the feeling she had. Heartbroken and desperate for help, her whole mentality was in the gutters, and it was all thanks to one mess up. All this exhausted mare wanted was to improve herself, but instead she ended up destitute.

“Will I ever get a break in life?” she asked herself, still in a fit of misery. “Will I ever be pulled out of this rut I find myself in? I want, so bad to use magic respectfully, but instead… I can’t even do anything right! I’m worthless, arrogant and homeless! What am I to do? Just… die like my uncle? I don’t want that!” As she collapsed to the dreary ground, she wished somepony; anypony would save her from this nightmare. With no light shining through the clouds of this day, she trotted onward in search for Celestia only knows what.

If I Fell

If I Fell

She eventually entered some ominous looking trees. Little did she know she was entering the Everfree Forest. Smoke wafted freely as the rain washed down onto the mud and the blue mare. Her tears still streamed harder than ever. Everything she wanted in life was turned to dust. As she walked, she heard mysterious sounds coming from all around her. As she looked through the dense shadows, beady little eyes starred back. She gasped with fright and turned around to see a pair of gnarly, drooling fangs growling at her. As she screamed and fell backwards, Trixie realized she was completely surrounded by balverines.

Just as Trixie was about to be bitten, she dodged the beasts gaping jaws, but was then knocked by one of the others fist, slamming the muddy mare into thick bark. As they howled and circled her, Trixie thought this was her fate. Blood slowly seeped from the gash in her head, and all she could do was utter small whimpers.

“Help… please.”

Her head hurt worse than ever, and her focus on the fiends blurred with every blink of the eye. Suddenly, out of nowhere, a caped pony with a bamboo rod in her mouth swooped in and crashed the weapon down on one of the beasts head. Her leaps could barely be seen by the blue unicorn, but she could tell who was winning. The pony hurled her rod in multiple directions, whipping the monsters around like nothing. Soon, they all ran off, and Trixie was seen laying against the tree, dazed and bleeding. As she mumbled do to the hemorrhage, the savior approached. The yellow, menacing eyes gazed down at the wounded mare. Trixie’s body turned limp, and as she fell to her left side, spurts of mud spat up with her splash down. The last thing she saw before fainting was the white hooves clopping through the dirt, creeping towards her slowly. Everything else after that went black.

As Trixie awoke with a throbbing headache, unable to move her head because it hurt so bad, her eyes slowly opened. Blurred vision clouded her sight, but for the most part, she was able to recognize some vials hanging by some twine and ropes. As she grunted in pain, her head leaned to the right, and she could barely make out a table, and then a cauldron. Her left eye was bandaged, and for the most part, she couldn’t seem to feel her legs. She tried to sit up with great difficulty and lifted the blanket up to see her scarred body. Her legs wiggled as she moved them, a good sign that she wasn’t paralyzed, but she didn’t know where she was or how she got there. Never the less, it seemed she was safe from harm, and whoever was tending to her wounds were doing a fantastic job. As she laid her swollen head down, she stared at the ceiling, trying to focus on anything else but how much this hurt. Suddenly, the door opened and a hooded being approached her. As she looked down at the mare, Trixie gulped, unsure of whom this could be and why she was doing this.

“It was unwise to travel these parts. Many ponies do this, and many have lost their hearts. The beings you saw… they were so close... to destroying a perfectly good rose.”

Trixie tried to speak, but no words came out. Her throat was bandaged as well, which prevented her from asking who her savior was.

“Please, try not to move. This, I must disapprove. Your wounds that I’ve bind, they keep you alive… keep this in mind.” The being walked over to a chair and Trixie tried her hardest to look at what she was doing. As the scarfed hood was taken off and laid on the seat, the blue mare saw her host to be a zebra. While she walked to a counter, she continued to introduce herself.

“My name is Zecora, nice to meet you. Give me a moment to prepare this brew.”

Trixie’s head looked away once again to stair at the hanging vials. She couldn’t help but to feel like a vegetable. Her entire body seemed to be near penalization, and all she could do was think about how much this really hurt. As the zebra returned, she sat a bottle with a cork in it on her lap.

“Sit up and drink. It will help you to think.”

Of course, the zebra helped her up, she uncorked the potion and brought it to her mouth. It tasted like cherries and mango, but jelly in texture. As the mare drank it all, Zecora smiled and explained, “There… that will make your health improve. I a few days, you’ll be able to move.”

Trixie stared at her doctor-like friend and coughed a bit. As she lay back down, Zecora lowered herself down and kissed the blue mare’s forehead. Trixie wasn’t sure why she felt like this was one of the kindest beings she ever saw, but she did know the thought was still the best she could have hoped for. Two days would pass before she was able to speak.

As she sat up, the light peering through her window, she looked at the zebra and spoke with a very scratchy voice.

“Z-Zecora…” she coughed. The zebra turned to see her awake. “My n-name… is T-Trixie…”

The zebra grinned and leaned in. though this was unexpected, she kissed the mare’s lips. As she did, Trixie couldn’t help but like this a little. She showed this by slipping her own tongue in. Zecora giggled and welcomed her taste. Once they parted, Zecora explained, “You must forgive my behavior. It must be weird, being kissed by such a stranger.”

Trixie smiled and brought her hoof up to the zebra's chin. She slowly pulled her in for another. Zecora just snickered at how cute she was. As the two continued their pleasurable time, Zecora got into the bed with Trixie. After her lips left, she claimed, “You know, I was a bit hesitant to say it, and even more afraid to commit, but I feel like we should be together… when I found you… it was like finding treasure.”

Trixie giggled before coughing a bit under her breath. Knowing the zebra found her so attractive was comforting, and even though they just met, she still found her to be a good friend. If anything, she owed Zecora some of her love for saving her, so she went along with it.

A few weeks passed and the two became friendlier each day, but Trixie still had some mistrust towards the zebra, mainly because she still had feelings for another mare. One day, she asked Zecora about it.

“Zecora,” she began. Her bandages were taken off and a small gash was found on her forehead, but it was healing never the less. “Tell me something… Have you… ever liked a mare but thought she would never like you back?”

Zecora put her hoof up to her chin in thought and explained, “I cannot say that I ever did. Not sense I was just a kid. Why, what’s the reason for this question? Do you have some sort of confession?”

Trixie lowered her head and began to explain through a song.

“If I fell in love with you, would you promise to be true, and help me… understand?

'Cause I've been in love before, and I found that love was more than just holding hooves…

If I give my heart to you, I must be sure from the very start that you would love me more than her…

If I trust in you… oh please, don’t run and hide

If I love you too… oh please don’t hurt my pride like her.

'cause I couldn't stand the pain And I, Would be sad if our new love, Was in vain…

So I hope you see that I, Would love to love you, And that she will cry when she learns we are two.

If I fell in love with you.”

Zecora smiled brightly as she finished her song. As she rubbed Trixie’s head, she claimed, “I would love you more than her… and I would never leave your side. My true feelings for you… I will never hide.”

Trixie felt a tear solemnly dribble down her face as she felt her new lover’s lips kiss her.

A few months passed and the blue coated mare’s injuries were finally, fully healed. She would be able to do what she wished with little trouble, but she wondered if she wanted to leave Zecora. As she awoke one morning to her love making some breakfast, she asked, “So… this is it, huh?”

Zecora looked up with a worried look and stared before speaking. “Well… if you must go, then I’d better tell you what I want you to know. The time I’ve spent with you was the best. I’ve enjoyed having you as my guest. If you wish to leave, just know that these have been the best memories I could have ever received.”

Trixie pondered her choices. Sure, she was healed, but did this mean she had to go? She really didn’t want to leave, so why was she considering it? She looked at her host and said, “I think I’ll stay… and help you with your brew making if you want.”

Zecora smiled at her and said “I would love to have you as my assistant, but your focus must be consistent!”

As Trixie got out of bed, she grunted a little from soreness. She was still in a very small amount of pain. Zecora heard her and asked if she needed a massage.

“Oh, that’s quite alright, really.” Trixie said, but Zecora wasn’t buying it.

“Please, lay down. I’ll help you feel better all around.”

Trixie decided to go along with it and laid her belly on the bed. Zecora slowly climbed onto her and began caressing her hooves on Trixie’s back. Every stroke was like a small and gentle pain, but not too rough that it made her actually hurt. Some pressure points were hit, and Trixie felt light headed from the treatment. Zecora’s forelegs felt warm and lush, as did her massages. Every brisk stroke on Trixie’s shoulders made her moan, and soon, she began to feel aroused by it. Massages were known to do this to just about any individual, but the unicorn never received a better one that the kind her friend was giving. In Trixie’s mind, if sublime had form, Zecora might be the mare it turned into.

“Lower,” Trixie mumbled with half open eyes.

Zecora smirked, knowing what she meant and began rubbing her flanks in an overwhelmingly soft pace. Her heal brought itself down and began licking Trixie’s back, making the mare twitch with every brush of her tongue. While the massage became euphoric to the two, Trixie couldn’t help think she’d be happy here, something she rarely experienced in her life. She’d been through so much suffering and pain that it was a real treat that she was able to find herself some sanctuary in the middle of the Everfree Forest.

Zecora inched herself lower, soon rubbing her tongue across her thighs while still streaking her hooves on Trixie’s waist. Soon, the unicorn turned over onto her back to give her friend more room to enjoy herself.

Zecora looked up and asked, “So, you've been in love before? who was it that you loved and adored??”

Trixie giggled, “No… I’d rather not discuss it...”

Zecora understandingly nodded her head. As her lips approached Trixie’s own, she slowly opened her mouth and wrapped it around Trixie’s clit. While she made her partner’s head sway with pleasant sensations, Trixie just laid there, thankful for the sanctuary she finally found. Every lick the zebra did was complimented my pleasurable moans. Trixie lowered her hoof down to her lover’s head and rubbed it with a wide grin. Not only was Zecora doing a fantastic job with her licking, but she also kept massaging the ponies’ flanks, making sure she was in a perfect state of relaxation. After a while of her sucking, she delved herself deeper, trying to get the unicorn to reach her peak. Trixie’s eyes closed while Zecora’s tongue bather her lower region. This didn’t surprise her one bit though, as the time with her went on, she’d used every possible rhyme imaginable, so of course she had to be an excellent eater.

The unicorn began to sweat a little, drips of perspiration seeped through her coat. She was close, too close to say anything, but Zecora understood she had hit her summit. While Trixie’s moans grew ever so louder, her waste rose slightly. Her love liquids smothered the zebra’s lips, some dribbling down on the bed sheets. Once she stopped, she looked over at her special somepony. Her lips were drenched in juices, but the expression was ridiculously arousing. Trixie couldn’t help but to come in close and proceed to lather Zecora with kisses. Her tongue intruded, tasting her own scent along with Zecora’s own flavor. Her friend smiled, giggled a little, and laid her down on the bed to comfort her.

The two spent most of their days brewing potions, mixing chemical concoctions for healing purposes and other such activities, but one thing Trixie made sure to say to her lover, and hero, was that she loved her with all her heart.

Table Of Universes

This is the table of shipping universes. To better clarify this, each image will take you to the corrective location of which pony Trixie has been shipped with! So far, there's only one; the intro, but this will grow with time. All you need to do is click the image and it will take you to the chapter!

November Rain

If I Fell