Never a Solo Act

by Dreamless Portal

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Death, Alternate Universe, Sad, Nurse Redheart, Trixie, Comedy, Profanity, Non-consensual
Length: 1826

Trixie becomes a mother much earlier then expected.

Hopes and dreams were all that a young Trixie Lulamoon had. However, the gods above had something else in mind for their inventive little magician. Left with a caring mother, a beautiful son and a regret she'll carry to the grave, a terrified and underprepared Trixie makes her way in a world where she never became a solo act.

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Meant to be a a story where I test my skills as an author.
The Non-consensual, sex and death tags are mainly just for the implications as I don't have any current plans to delve into that realm.
Note: These tags may change in the future.

Published 2023-08-20 20:40:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-08-20 20:40:00 UTC

Prologue: Surpising News

Prologue: Surpising News

Prologue: Surprising News
"I am Trixie, the Great and Powerful! You're nothing compared to me!"

My ears were ringing, while the doctor was talking so I couldn’t hear her. It was an odd sensation, I think, but I was used to it. Normally, a spell would go haywire and blow up in my face. I thought back to all the times that my fur got singed with black due to my hastiness in wanting to perform a trick. Weird how brains will do that, huh?

I looked around the room with what I imagined to be a blank stare. Happy smiles and pale walls were covered with odd looking informational posters detailing the different body systems. I skimmed them, not really taking in any of the words on them. One claimed that earth ponies had a stronger immune system then the other races. There was something about the bones on a pegasus being less dense than the unicorns and earth ponies. Another mentioned that unicorns have a much higher se- oh okay, ignoring that one. I felt my cheeks grow warm.

“Are you sure doctor? Like, there wouldn't be any room for error on a virus or sickness going around?” My mom, an orangish mare with a tanned mane, asked in a bit of a shocked yet silent tone.

“We’ve run all the tests that could’ve been other sources for the puking and nausea, but the only thing that came up was the urine sample we analyzed. I am 100% sure that this is the cause.” The doctor stopped and looked at me with sympathetic eyes. It was only now that I noticed her eyes were a deep crimson, a clear contrast of her pure white coat. “Trixie. I understand that this is a shock and that you must be worried or scared about the future. Before you make any decision, I must warn you that you think about this fully. Rash decisions are… regretted in the long term.”

I nodded my head not actually knowing what she was saying. I barely managed to squeak something out. “Mmhmm. Trixie unders-mmph.” I snapped shut my mouth due to a disgustingly familiar taste that had started creeping up my throat. After all, this bile had been the entire reason I was here in the first place.

“Trixie? Darlin’ you okay?” Mom wrapped her arms around me, slowly rocking us back and forth.

The hug was greatly appreciated, but the rocking not so much because it fastened the bile collecting in the back of my mouth. I lifted my hoof in an attempt to stop the possible expulsion of my guts, but stopped halfway to notice that I was… shaking? I was shaking? No, that couldn’t be right. I am the great and powerful Trixie. Great and powerful ponies do not shake. Yet, here I was. Shaking like a scared little fo- cat. Like a scared little cat.

The doctor had quickly levitated the trash can over to me and I took it as a sign to let go as they say. I emptied my breakfast into the can, taking careful notice not to remove my head until I could tell the sour saliva clumpings had left my mouth. Huh, the smell isn't so bad once you’ve gotten used to throwing up, I thought. Why did I just think that? That isn’t a normal thing ponies think! I lifted my head away, content with the emptiness in my stomach.

“Trixie,” the doctor continued, lowering his head below mine, “I maintain confidentiality with all my patients. Do you know what that means?” I shook my head. “It means that anything you say to me will not be heard anywhere else. I will only be able to talk to you and you alone about you. Is there anything that you’d like to talk about? Has there been an altercation at school or maybe one out around other ponies?”

My vision was slowly getting blurry. No, stop. You are Trixie, the great and powerful! Great and powerful ponies don’t cry, they don’t cry. Ever! My mind and body were at odds. “N-no. Nothing h-happen-ned” Hiccups and interrupted breaths had staggered my voice. “I don’t know about a-any-thing.”

“Trixie,” Mom chimed in, hugging me even tighter, “It's okay, you can tell her. He’s spent a long time helping ponies, all she wants to do is help you, too.”

My mind raced back and forth searching for an answer that could never be found. Flashes of dirt and blood ran through my brain. I can’t. I can’t go back. I don’t ever want to go back. What will they think? Will mom disown me? Will I get kicked out?

A gentle hoof was placed on my head. “Trixie, you are safe here. You are not going to get hurt or punished for speaking. I’ll make sure of that. If you don’t want to talk about it, that’s okay. I won’t force you to, but you are safe here. However, you are under the legal age. Something will happen, whether you like it or not.” Said the doctor.

I couldn’t think of anything else, I wouldn’t allow myself to. Nothing except one question. “When are they expected?”

“My best guess is eight months from now. Most likely around November or December.”

“You’re not alone, honey. I’ll be here for you. I’ll never leave your side.”

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8 months later…

“Short breaths in and long breathes out, Trixie.” Both Mom and Doctor Redheart had reminded me. We’d been going at this for hours at least, I swear. My cheeks were stained with old and dried tears that were getting renewed with fresh warm ones. “Come on Trixie, push!”

I could only howl in a horrid response. I looked down towards my legs, only the tips of them were visible due to a big round bump taking center stage.. Pain and joy had mixed in my head. Pain for the actual physicality of everything, but joy for the long eight months finally coming to an end. Gods, you’re really putting up a fight aren’t you? I grimaced.

“Push!”

I did as told and another rush of pain had shot throughout my body. More emotions swirled around intoxicating my head. Am I ready? Will I be good enough? What about my career? Will that ever be a thing?

“I can see them!” Mom squealed.

What about Mom? Is she really ready to help take on another foal? More impossible thoughts had surrounded me, some were about me, some about mom, and even some about the father. I decided to cut off all thought and only focus on the one thing that mattered right now. Meeting my baby.

“Push!” Another ghastly howl of pain.

“One more good push Trixie, one more good push okay?” Redheart had rushed out.

One more push? Fine, I’ll give you one more push. One more. One more great and powerful push! I pushed as hard as I could, not thinking about Mom or how worthy I am to be a mom of my own. “Gah!”

I looked down in a daze, my lower region not totally freed from pain, but a vast amount of it was gone. My big belly was gone, too. I could see my hind legs for the first time in months. I can see them! They looked thicker than before, odd. I guess carrying an extra will do that to you, though.

The dizziness had blocked it, but now I could hear it plain as day. A squealing cry was erupting throughout the hospital room, leading to the only question that had been left on my mind. “My baby? My baby?” I gasped with those important words.

“Congratulations Trixie, you have a beautiful colt!” Redheart passed the baby to Mom, who cried with a smile and soon brought him to me.

Wrapped in a gray cloth, laid a colt with the softest mint blue and a second tone of a dark navy mane. A light blue that always reminded me of Robin’s eggs, his coat matched mine exactly. His stripes…? He had stripes? He had stripes! They were jet black. The same black that if you’d imagined getting stuck in a cave or staring into the abyss. A pained memory struck through me, but I shoved and buried it below six feet. He stopped crying, yawned and opened his eyes. A galaxy of violets and lavenders had taken place. I was utterly entranced. My baby, this is my baby and he is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t have made him. Only the gods could produce something so beautiful. My heart swelled with a warm feeling. Love, pure and unconditional. Pride and happiness joined it in my heart.

“Have you thought of a name for him? Trixie?” Doctor Redheart had questioned.

I snapped out of my trance. “Well,” I blubbered, “Since I am the Great and Powerful Trixie Lulamoon it only makes sense to give him something even better.” I racked my brain around adjectives and nouns…? Right? Hmm, maybe I should’ve paid attention to literacy more. He definitely makes an impression, maybe Center Stage? No, that sounds too theatrical. Something more magic and showlike. “Mystic. Mystic Neulamoon, the Stunning and Magnificent.”

Redheart finished writing his name onto his birth certificate. “Neu-la-moon. Got it. Once again, congratulations on the baby. I’ll be back later to check in on the three of you.”

“Mystic Neulamoon, it's perfect.” Mom hugged us both as Mystic yawned, and fell into a deep sleep.

He was so beautiful, stripes and all, but the negative thoughts invaded my mind again. “Do you think I’ll be a good mom? You know, just like you?” Doubts of worthiness and responsibility poisoned my mood.

Mom looked at me, laughed and replied. “Knowing you? You’ll be a great and powerful one.” She kissed me on the forehead and thoroughly hugged me, getting rid of all the intrusive thoughts around me.

Slowly, the calmness of the peaceful moment took over and I nodded off still holding my pride and joy within my arms. “I’ll only be one, because I have… an… ama... zing... role… model.” I managed to let out before exhaustion claimed me, joining my son in a relaxing slumber.

Author's Note

I have always loved the thought of alternate universes and the idea of "What if...?" So, I decided to write a story that was loosely based off true events in my life. Trixie being one of my favorite characters had stuck in my brain a lot these past few days, and I had always wondered what life would've been like if she was never a solo act.

If I indeed decide to make more chapters, (other then the ones I have now), they won't be based off the events, more of something that I will test my ability to deliver a story worth mentioning to my audience.

-Dreamless PortalVA