Trixie's Train Troubles

by Rewan Demontay

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Thriller, Trixie, Comedy
Length: 1037

Trixie keeps missing the train. Someone offers her a way on. Now she just needs to overcome her bad lack.

Trixie is plagued, somehow continuously unable to catch the train out of Canterlot. However, a shadowy figure offers her a way out. All she has to do is board whilst defying her rotten luck.

This story was finalized for "A Thousand Words Contest II".

Published 2023-06-18 10:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-06-18 10:10:00 UTC

An Adventure

Trixie stomped as the Canterlot night train left her behind. Such rotten luck! She desperately needed to escape. Somehow, she’d missed every train for two weeks straight. So many bits wasted on needless tickets.

Sighing, she departed and trotted toward the empty streets. A giggling wind blew her ragged hat. Passing by an alley, her cape dragged dust. Frustration compelled her to shout.

“I’d do anything to leave this city already!”

“Anything you say?”

A dark-cloaked stallion stepped into the light. Trixie instantly smiled in realization. She darted up to him, which caught him off guard.

“Yes! The Desperate And Needy Trixie says yes to your offer!

He tapped his chin. “Uhhh… names Qrow… we need a unicorn thief on the train-”

Enthusiastically, Trixie lit her horn and swiped a sealed envelope. “Accepted! Won’t miss this train!”

Shrugging, he melted back into darkness. Curious, Trixie followed. Suddenly, a short, fuzzy energy rippled through her. She felt…. tired.

Eyelids drooping, her world went black….

… sunshine burned her eyes.

“Madam, are you okay?”

A train whistle screamed five times in a row.

Trixie’s eyes flashed open. A mare stood over her. She was still in the alleyway. She gasped as she realized the horrible situation she’d become entangled in.

She had almost slept passed the train! Up she leaped up, shouting.

“No, I’m not okay!”

She proceeded to gallop at full throttle.

The morning crowd milled before the station. Trixie shoved through, caring not for social etiquette. She must board or else be with them for yet another day. In the panic, she lost her hat and cape to the fray; this heist would surely pay for a new set. Gradually, she pushed through, ignoring shouts and counter shoves.

Panting, she finally reached the station.

“Here!” She slammed a ticket, from the envelope, onto the counter.

Trixie bounced in place. Every second wasted was another second in this unappreciative city. It’d also mess with her mission. Hot air rushed past, intensifying her sweat. The clerk ran the ticket through a unicorn-tailored scanner. Clicking his tongue, he whistled. Immense worry burst.

“Hm, out of luck,” he announced. “Underpaid by… two bits. Hm, wow.”

“How could the Great and Powerful Trixie be underpaid?” Trixie shouted, pressing her face onto the glass. “I demand my contractually promised first-class seat! This must be a mistake!”

He ignored her antics and scratched his beard. “Hm… have any change?”

Her eye twitched. “Agghhhh! The one time I need it, I don’t bring my coin bag!” she wailed. She pounded on the glass.

“Hm. Better luck next time.” He motioned her to the stairs that exited to the street beside the tracks.

Placed in a conundrum, Trixie entered a hyper-intense state of focus. Bad luck had struck again. Frantically, she went through the metal bars, swiped a random coffee now that she was supposed to be a master thief, and walked off the platform. Sipping, she looked around. No one matched her gaze.

With a speed assistance spell, she shot in front of the station. Trixie huddled behind a bush, hidden between the track and station wall. Her mind into lucid overdrive. Never mind the ants crawling up her back.

She had to make it onto this train! First class should’ve made this a luxurious snatch and brag for the newly minted Trixie, Glorious Master Of Pilfering! Not getting caught would require delightful dirty work. Canterlot’s trains were Equestria’s securest. Teleportation was too finicky to try.

Trixie rapidly tapped her forehead as she racked her brain. She delved deep into thought, trying to remember any useful spells. A unicorn as fantastic as she could do it. So still was the mare that a butterfly rested on her snout for several minutes. And several minutes more…

The train whistled. Her train of thought exploded.

“Ah!” Covering her mouth to maintain stealth, her head hit bricks. “Ow…”

Trixie was greatly alarmed. Three minutes or bust and she still had no plan!

Sneaking on, despite a crowded, overlooking station, was her only option now.

Looking around for any chance to slip on, she spotted a royal guard walking around the caboose. A terrible idea zinged. It was her only shot. No other way was reasonably possible!

“The Innovative Trixie can visualize the other side of the track,” she whispered. “She must uphold her bargain!”

Wincing tightly, her vision went dark. Her brows furrowed with the might of Tartarus itself. Nothing happened.

The train whistled again–two minutes to go.

Her magic channels refused to cooperate. Even sparks refused to ignite from her horn. She pressed her hoof to the wall, struggling to imagine.

Another whistle, one minute left.

The guard was almost certainly away from their needed location.

“Damnit, Trixie!” she quietly shouted. “Teleport!”

And with that, an overwhelming surge blew through her. She felt magic released to the environment. One moment, the sun shone on her. The next, she gazed at a neutral white void. Lastly, she popped in front of a surprised guard.

Instinctively, she threw a punch and knocked them out cold. Adrenaline and excitement filled her, breath heaving. With haste, she enchanted the armor to settle on her. Trixie floundered the mare into a ditch, hopefully out of sight.

Metal footwear against gravel, she sped up and jumped onto the moving caboose just before the crowd could see her. She swept inside to avoid outside detection. By Celestia’s grace, she had made it onto the train at the last possible second. Her bad luck had finally run out!

Despite her overworking lungs, Trixie grinned. Now, the heist could truly-

“Trixie?!” announced a familiar voice.

Turning around, Trixie gazed across a pink alicorn.

“Er, hello, Princess Cadence!” she greeted.

Cadence’s eyes narrowed as she lowered her new coffee. “You know, you’re still wanted in the Crystal Empire.”

On top of pulling off a heist and escaping the train, now she’d have to plead for a pardon.

Sweat started to pour down a frozen Trixie.

The butterfly dismounted her quivering, smiling face.

Author's Note

Should I make a sequel about the heist itself? I feel like I should.

"Up she leaped up" she a mistake but I like it too much now.