It was calm and peaceful as Luna’s moon covered Equestria with its delicate and gentle glow. The crickets and other creatures made their usual chirps and noises that echoed through the trees. All continued to remain calm until a caravan pulled by what seemed like some magical force interrupted the tranquility, thanks to the occupants inside.

“But Trixie demands you to climb up on the stand and let her blindfold and practice on you for the act in the coming week!” the azure-colored mare raises her voice in annoyance.

“Like hell I'm going to let you, of all mares, tie me to a wall and blindfold me! After all, I’m pretty sure you’re trying to have me killed!” both of your voices shatter the tranquility of the surrounding forest as the caravan magically travels down the dirt path.

“Of course I don’t wish to kill you. Trixie has taken every precaution to insure your safety. Besides, you, as my familiar, are supposed to do as I command since you’re spellbound to me.” she crosses her arms in an attempt to appear superior.

“As if I would ever just ‘do as you say’!” you retort, “You’ve done things to me that I never thought were possible. Hell, you even turned me into a frog! But still, just because I am ‘spellbound’ or whatever as your ‘familiar’ doesn’t mean I have no free will!”

“Well for one, as I’ve stated before, since I summoned you here, that means you were meant to serve me like a good servant should. But instead, you butt heads with me at every turn! Also, I told you I would turn you back. And besides, I couldn’t get the spell quite right so you only turned halfway into a frog anyway, ” she smugly remarks.

“And that is better, how?” you are starting getting annoyed at her obnoxious attitude.

“Well, it was fitting to say the least,” she laughs.

“I see you’re trying to hide the fact that you failed when trying to do the spell. Just like you failed at getting me back home and you messed up the show you were doing for the town we left a few days ago, only to have to rely on me to save your ass from the fire again,” you say in a mocking tone to get under her skin.

“How dare you! Trixie needs not listen to these petty insults from her ‘familiar’!” she then turns and heads to her bedroom.

“Okay one, stop calling me your familiar. And two, stop talking in the third person! It just sounds weird,” you land one last insult as she huffs and slams the door.

Plopping onto the couch that is just big enough to lie on and not having your feet dangling off to one side, you begin to ponder what all happened since you came to this strange world full of the things most would find in storybooks.

The last thing you would have expected when walking home on a Friday afternoon was for some weird portal thing to appear under your feet and transport you to another world with this alien barking orders at you and saying she had called you from another world via spell incantation to help her in show business as some act. Saying the whole scenario rubbed you the wrong way would be an understatement. Of course, the hour long argument with a complete stranger about you not obeying orders, and the excuse of she thought you would be too stupid to defy her really gave you a migraine as well.

And what seemed like an hour of trying to send you back home, she gave up saying she was too exhausted from all the arguing to get the spell right. Of course, after the next few attempts failed, you pretty much gave up on the idea of being able to get home.

Shockingly enough, she didn’t just kick you out the door and leave you on the side of the road somewhere after figuring out how headstrong you were. However, you still second-guess the idea of staying with her sometimes even though you knew it wasn’t an option. But that was mostly due to the spell making it impossible for you to separate from Trixie far without you getting forcefully dragged along by her. So needless to say, you were stuck with her for now.

That, and you tried escaping once and it ended with you getting dragged until you begged for Trixie to stop the caravan. Luckily she promised to not use it as punishment if you did what she asked. She never said how or when did she?

As strange as it seems, this is somehow your life now. A normal person thrown into an alien world filled with talking humanoid ponies that try to control you. Or at least you’re unlucky enough to get stuck with the only really arrogant self-righteous one. Either way, it’s a big mess.

It has been more than a couple of months or so since this whole fiasco happened. You have come to tolerate the mare with the superiority complex despite occasionally bumping heads; though, most of the time it is her doing. You now help her in her shows when she feels like using you to help pay for the extra mouth to feed.

A small sigh escapes your lips, “I really hate arguing with this mare. I get such a headache from it... Maybe I should at least give her the benefit of the doubt? No, if I did that then she would try to get me to do even more ridiculous things for her, most likely.”

~*~*~

The next day improves only slightly however. After a rude awakening from the grumpy mare and literally being lifted up off the couch and tossed into the floor by one of her spells, you slowly get up and run a hand through your messy hair and rub the back of your head.

“Is there a reason for the special treatment this fine and beautiful morning?” sarcasm has always been a strong suit of yours at least.

“In a matter of fact, there is. You see, since you won’t help me with the new act for my show I need to perform, I will need a new idea. This leaves me with the only option to do the show alone, again might I add. So with that said, you’re going to run an errand for me.”

“And what might that be?” you ask, skeptical of what the request is.

“Well in just a few minutes we’ll be in the next town and hopefully bring in enough money to have a decent supply of food and other necessities. As for what I need, could you go to the local magic store and look for a specific book I have been looking for?” Trixie asks with her usual air of superiority to suggest it’s more of an order than asking.

“I guess I can do that. What’s the book about?” curiosity is starting getting the better of you.

“Just a little book of spells I have been looking for, here is the name,” she hands you a piece of paper with the name.

“Teleportation and Alterations? Not really sure if I like the sound of that,” you look at Trixie with suspicion.

“Don’t give me that look; it’s the book that could possibly have the spell you’re looking for after all,” she smiles slyly.

It suddenly dawns on you what she means, “Alright, I’ll get the book,” you say almost immediately.

“Excellent, then while you do that; I will go prepare for tonight’s show stopping performance,” Trixie then turns, flicking her tail as she heads back to her room.

Sure enough, nearly five minutes pass and you can see the town from the small window in the front of the caravan. Figuring it wouldn’t take but a few minutes to find the shop and find the book, you hope to take a leisurely route to enjoy some peace and quiet from the bossy mare. The caravan slowly comes to a stop just outside of town. Trixie then comes out of her room, holding a coin purse and looks at you with a stern look.

“I assume I don’t have to tell you not to go off and spend my money on anything but that spellbook, correct?” she looks you in the eyes as she hands over her coin purse.

“Yeah, yeah like I would even try to do something like that; I’ll be back as soon as I get this book of yours,” you take the coin purse and proceed to head for the door.

“Oh, and I also need you to give these flyers out to everyone you see. Can’t get money without customers, after all. And another thing, be sure to get a good deal for the book while you’re at it! That’s all the extra money we have!” she raises her voice slightly to get the point across.

You look at the title of the flyers she hands you, “Come and see the greatest magic show you will ever experience, performed by the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie,” Trixie puffs out her chest as you read it aloud.

“The ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie, is that your title or something?” you begin to laugh aloud.

Her chest droops a little when she hears you laugh, “and just what is wrong with my title?”

“What’s so ‘Great and Powerful’ about you exactly?” a cheeky grin makes its way across your face.

“Of course it is my beauty and being a natural born genius when it comes to magic,” she holds her snout up in the air slightly as she crosses her arms.

“Riiight, beauty and magical genius; whatever you say,” you simply roll your eyes at her.

Trixie grunts in frustration, “Just hurry and go will you? I have to practice and you’re getting in my way!”

“Fine, have it your way then,” you say as you put the coin purse in one of your pockets.

You simply nod your head and give a small wave before opening and shutting the door behind you and head into town. The town itself seems like an old medieval town from some of the stories in your world. Well, besides the fact that there were different species wandering around and other small details like brighter colors for some of the houses and buildings among other things. As you walk into town, many of the residents seem to take interest in you as you walk by.

They stare in confusion as you calmly walk past by and hand out flyers. Not that you cared anyway; since you’re the only human in this world to your knowledge and as long as long as nothing bad happens, why bother caring? Their looks are of curiosity than of disgust anyway.

You continue casually looking for any bookstores and the like as you stroll through town taking in the sites. The smell of a local bakery catches your senses as the fresh aroma of bread and other items fills your nose.

“I have to say the food they have here smells pretty damn good at least,” you think about checking it out until a thought pops into your head.

“Nah, if I do that I might get turned into a plant by Miss ‘High and Mighty’. Better just grab that book and just get back,” you pick up the pace a little and continue to look for the store Trixie mentioned.

Roughly ten more minutes pass as you finally locate a bookstore that could have what you are looking for. Walking in, you notice an older stallion at the front desk lazily reading a book who only partially looks up as the chime goes off, signaling that there is a customer. However, he proceeds to do double takes as he notices you are a species he isn’t familiar with.

“Well, I haven’t seen anything like you before. What exactly are you?” the older bookkeeper asks.

You slowly walk up to the desk, “Let’s just say I am not from this world and leave it at that. But listen, I’m looking for a specific book,” you say, changing the topic and hand him the piece of paper with the books name on it.

“Why yes, I believe I have that one. Please wait a moment while I fetch it.” the older stallion wanders off to the back of the store for a few moments before returning and handing over the book.

“There you go, that’ll be fifty bits please,” the stallion states

“Fifty bits!? Are you crazy? There is no way I can pay that!” you give the stallion an annoyed look.

“Well I suppose I could lower it some since it’s your first time visiting here. How does thirty bits sound?” he asks as he smiles at you.

“Thirty bits seems a tad high, don’t you think?” you smile back at the store owner who only frowns.

“Sorry, but thats as low as I’ll go I’m afraid,” the older stallion remains solid with the price.

Taking a deep breath and sigh, you simply give up and pay the thirty bits since it wasn’t that a bad price. Luckily, for you Trixie taught you how money works here. Well, more like forced.

“Damn, I’m good at bartering! Trixie better give me a break after all this,” not paying attention, you don’t notice the hooded stallion walking in front of you and just as you look up, he bumps into you causing you to recoil back a bit.

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” the stallion says to you as he walks by you.

“What the hell was his problem?” dismissing it, you head back to the caravan where Trixie is waiting for you.

A ten-minute walk later, you finally make it back to the small home and open the door, walk inside and shut the door behind you.

“Hey, are you here?” you say aloud.

“One moment, I will be out shortly!” Trixie yells from the other side of the house as you place her book on a table and sit down on the couch.

Moments later, you hear hoofsteps and soon see Trixie walk out of her room with casual clothing and damp hair giving away that she was showering, “I see you finally got back. So, did you find what I asked for?” she asks as you lazily look up at her.

“Yeah I did, it’s over on the table. The guy tried to get me to pay fifty bits for the thing, but I talked him down to thirty,” you say, proud of your accomplishment.

“Trixie must admit she wasn’t expecting you to be that resourceful. So I assume we have quite a bit of money left then?” she asks as she quickly looks over the book.

“Oh, yeah we do, hold on,” you reach into your pocket for the coin purse only to discover it isn’t there. You freeze for a moment before searching the rest of your pockets quickly to no avail. Trixie notices your frantic behavior and looks at you suspiciously.

“What are you doing? Hand over the rest of my savings,” she walks over closer to you.

A feeling of desperation sets in as you stand up and check your back pockets for whatever reason. You start retracing your steps in your head as to where you might have lost it until it hits you.

“That guy that bumped into me,” You trail off causing Trixie to look at you in confusion, “He must of… Ah, dammit to hell…” you facepalm, hard.

“What are you going on about? Trixie demands you to tell her!” the frustrated mare starts tapping her hoof.

Gulping hard and taking a deep breath you begin to explain, “Uh, well you see, I had the money but, I think this guy who bumped into while I was heading back must have pick pocketed me when I wasn’t paying attention, I’m really sorry,” you let out a frustrated sigh, fall back into the couch, and get ready for the inevitable chewing out that is about to happen.

“I see,” Trixie takes a deep breath, stands there silently, and closes her eyes for a moment; you start to think she is going to be understanding of the situation. However, just like the calm before a storm and just like the hurricane afterwards, it hits and it hits hard.

“YOU LOST THE LAST BIT OF OUR SAVINGS TO A MERE PICKPOCKET!?“ Trixie yells out at the top of her lungs causing you to flinch at her words.

The caravan echos with a scream and what sounds like lightning striking something and then goes dead silent as the only sounds are birds flying away.

~*~*~

“I cannot believe we have no money now because of your carelessness!” Trixie says, still fuming.

“I said I was sorry! How was I supposed to know that was going to happen? Not like I wanted it to,” you say, patting your slightly messy, burnt hair.

“Note to self, avoid getting struck by her lightning, even if you have to use her stuff as a shield,” you mentally conclude to yourself.

“I hope you realize that because of your slip up we have to squeeze every bit we can get from the towns folk here which means that not only do we have to stay longer but also I also have to figure out a multitude of ideas for an extended act to perform!” she rubs her forehead in frustration.

“Look, I am sorry alright? Maybe if you came along, none of this would have happened,” you say back.

“Don’t you pin this on me! Oh, and I hope you realize that you have no choice but to help me in the new act of mine that i’ll have to plan for, right? Also, I know that if you don’t help, I will make your life very horrendous for you. That, I can assure you,” she says in a threatening manner, making you audibly gulp.

“Alright I get it already! I’ll help out…” crossing your arms and sitting back in the couch you chance a glance at her.

She smiles evilly at you, which starts to make you very nervous, “What do you have in mind exactly?” you ask.

“Oh, Trixie has something planned for you don’t worry,” her smile grows even more.

“That’s what makes me worry even more, actually,” you say just as she turns to leave, her tail swishing happily back and forth.

“I will get things set up since we need to start practice soon if we are to get everything down properly,” she walks over to a button and presses it causing the side of the caravan to open up to a stage.

“Now then, Trixie demands you get on stage and await instructions,” Trixie points to the stage.

“Fine, whatever makes you happy oh ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie…” you say in a very sarcastic tone.

You lazily walk to the center of the stage and wait for her to give you orders. Looking over your shoulder, you notice her carrying some kind of folded cloth and heading towards you. She uses her magic to place a large target on one end and tells you to stand up against it. You look at her suspiciously before slowly walking up to the target and turning around.

“May I ask what exactly you have in mind for this stunt?” you ask nervously.

“You will find out soon enough,” She begins to unravel the clothes and reveals roughly ten small throwing knives resting in her hand.

“There is no way I am letting you even think about throwing those at me!” you begin to leave. However, just as you take a couple of steps a couple of ropes magically fly at you and tie around your arms, waist, and ankles. You’re then magically lifted up and lightly pressed against the target.

“You honestly thought Trixie would let you escape? I haven’t had my fun yet,” Trixie smiles evilly, picks up a knife with her magic, and lets it point towards you as she concentrates a little before launching it at you. You shut your eyes for an instant before slowly opening one eye after hearing a ‘Thud’ next to your ear.

The color drains from your face when you notice how close it came to giving you a piercing that you didn’t want, “Hey, will you be careful with those!? You nearly took off my ear!” you yell at her, panicking slightly.

“Oh, that isn’t the only thing Trixie plans to ‘almost’ take off,” her grin widens, making you gulp loudly as you feel sweat building on your forehead.

“This isn’t going to end well, Is it?” you ask yourself as Trixie gears up for another throw.

~*~*~

Night time has come yet again as the townspeople gather around the wagon that had set up in the middle of town square. All of a sudden, a flash of light and smoke explode from the middle of the stage as Trixie appears from out of nowhere, wowing the audience.

“Mares and Gentlecolts, I welcome you to the greatest magic show you will ever experience! I, the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie will show you wonders and mystical arts the likes of which you have never seen before!”

The audience claps in anticipation for the performance about to take place. Trixie begins things off by conjuring fire and making it dance and fly through the air above the audience’s heads. After a moment of the display, she then makes all of the dancing flames join together in the middle of the audience and explode outward allowing the embers to rain down and harmlessly burn out before reaching the crowd of admiring onlookers. She continues with putting the onlookers in awe with every new trick from card tricks to fireworks displays.

As the last firework explodes in the sky above, the crowd cheers at her performance thus far. Trixie then proceeds to bow and thank the audience for coming.

“Thank you all for coming to my show! I will be here for a couple of weeks, so be sure to come and see my next performance. I can assure you, you will not want to miss it!” Trixie bows again before vanishing from the stage in a cloud of smoke and confetti. The crowd cheers one last time before slowly dispersing and leaving for their homes.

Trixie hits a switch making the wagon compact again and walks into the small living quarters.

“So, why didn’t you get me to help you this time again?” you say, lying down on the couch.

“You are nowhere near ready to perform on stage just yet thats why,” Trixie says.

“Fine, so I take it everything went well?” You ask.

“Of course it went well, I am not called ‘The Great and Powerful’ Trixie for nothing after all.”

“Since when does anyone refer to you as the ‘Great and Powerful’ Trixie?” you tease, making her grunt in annoyance.

“I’ll have you know my skill as a magician is known far and wide!” she retorts.

“Fine, fine whatever you say... So were you able to get enough bits to get us food?” you ask in curiosity.

“I raked in enough customers to get us enough bits to get everything we need from food to supplies,” she says as she holds up a large coin purse in front of you.

“However, after all the necessities, we will still need more to start traveling again,” suddenly, Trixie gets an idea, “Actually, I think it is high time we get you some more clothing. Those rags you’re wearing are an eyesore,” she points at your clothes to clarify her meaning.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?” you say in defense.

“What isn’t wrong with those rags? If I’m to be seen with you, you’ll have to wear better clothing and I will not have you looking like that. You’ll also need a stage costume now that I think about it,” she ponders her own words while you sit on the couch, laying your head back looking at the ceiling.

“That sounds like a pain in the ass but fine, I’ll come along,” you agree.

“Good, I’m turning in early and I suggest you do the same because we’re going shopping tomorrow and I expect you to be well rested,” with that, Trixie turns and walks to her room.

Sighing, you kick back, lie on the couch and stare up at the ceiling, “Man, I wish she would hurry up and figure out how to break the spell already. This ‘binding’ spell is really annoying. Not to mention I find myself not going against her as much,” your thoughts come to another thought.

“Ugh, does this mean I’m becoming a slave?” you then run your hands through your hair, slightly panicking.

“Calm down, there is no way that will happen,” a sigh of relief escapes your lips at your conclusion.

Thoughts of what tomorrow might bring fill your head as you lay there with your eyes closed. Your biggest wish is at least to avoid as many fights with Trixie as possible. After all, it’s not like you enjoy fighting with her all the time. Though, if she were less bossy it wouldn’t happen at all. But nevertheless, it’s not like it matters since you’ll be sent back to earth once she figures out a way to do so anyway.

Covering up and resting your head against the soft bouncy pillow, you let sleep take you. Your last thoughts are of you praying the day goes well.

~*~*~

“Will you wake up already? We do have a schedule to keep you know.” Trixie stands next to where you are sleeping, tapping her hoof.

You groggily open one eye and see an irritated Trixie standing over you.

“Ten more minutes,” you tighten the blankets around you and bury your head back into the pillow.

“Ten more minutes? I said get up now!” Trixie raises her hoof and lightly kicks your face making a small “Oof” to escape your lips as she shakes your head back and forth.

“Alright, alright I’m up!” you shout as you jump out of bed, rubbing your cheek, “What the hell was that for!?” you say in anger.

“I told you to wake up and you ignored my order, so you had to be punished,” she says nonchalantly.

You rub your face to wake yourself up, “I swear a pack of ravenous zombies would make for better company than you.”

“Keep up that attitude, and I will make sure that happens,” she threatens.

“You’re a real pain in the ass. I hope you know that,” you say as you stretch.

“Oh, will you stop complaining about every little thing and hurry up!” she yells.

“Yes your majesty, I apologize for ruining your morning,” you say with a mix of sarcasm and exasperation.

“Good, now that you understand, hurry up and get ready,” Trixie then turns and leaves, her tail swishing back and forth.

“Hey, I didn’t mean it like- Oh, forget it,” you give up and do as you’re told.

~*~*~

“Can’t I just go by myself?” you ask.

“Of course not, you think Trixie can trust you to pick out proper clothing? After all, your style and tastes are, very strange and odd,” she says in her usual high and mighty tone.

“Well did you ever think that maybe me being from a completely different world might have anything to do with it?” you say in a very sarcastic manner.

“Yes, yes I know this. Trixie is not as dumb as you make her out to be! I am simply helping you fit in is all,” she huffs and crosses her arms.

“Helping me fit in? Yeah right! What’s she playing at this time?” you think to yourself, looking at her suspiciously.

As if noticing your suspicion, Trixie begins to explain, “Well, you see I know that I might have been a tad harsh on you as of late and I want to make it up to you.”

“A tad!?” you think to yourself.

“Well forgive me if I still find this suspicious. But if you really mean it then thanks, I guess,” you let yourself calm down a bit.

“Think nothing of it; after all, it is the least Trixie can do for her fami- guest,” Trixie quickly corrects herself and gives you a small smile.

Upon seeing her smile, you began to become nervous, “Okay, something is seriously wrong, I know she doesn’t smile at me like that. What could she be planning?” you ask yourself.

After wandering around town for a little while, Trixie spots a clothing store and heads there with you following close behind. As you both enter, the shop owner smiles and nods before going back to cleaning a table. You are hit by an onslaught of vibrant colors and different styles of clothing that you’ve never seen before. Dresses that look like they were fit for royalty, suits for males and seasonal clothing; a lot of which you normally wouldn’t want to wear on a given day but some of them seem all right.

“Alright, you pick a few decent outfits out and Trixie will be back in a few moments,” with that, Trixie leaves you alone to look through clothing as she heads to another section.

“Well might as well get this over with…” you say aloud to no one in particular.

Roughly, thirty minutes have passed since you started working your way through the male clothing section. Luckily, the general shape of their clothing was right which made it easy enough finding a few things you liked, although it was a little difficult to find your size.

“You seem to have managed fairly well, though I see your tastes haven’t improved much with those plain looking outfits,” Trixie says, walking up to you.

“You said I could choose, and besides, I think they look fine,” you retort back, giving Trixie a nonchalant look.

“Very well, if that is what you want then so be it,” Trixie shrugs and motions towards the counter.

“Okay, what’s with you? You have yet to yell at me or try to one up my intelligence at all today,” you say as you watch her carefully for any sign of an answer.

“I can act however I wish, or do you want to be downgraded at every turn?” Trixie asks while smiling coyly.

“Uh, I think I’ll pass on that offer,” you both walk up to the counter and place your clothes in front of the clerk who starts over the price tags.

It didn’t take very long for the clerk to tally up the goods and receive payment from Trixie. Soon after that, you and Trixie left to head back to her home.

“So what did you end up buying; something for the show?” you ask in a curious tone.

“You’ll find out soon enough, don’t worry. Speaking of the magic show, you remember your promise to help me with it, right?” Trixie glances at you waiting for an answer.

“Like I’m really going to forget something I said earlier today,” you say, looking over at her.

“Well if you remember, then this matter will settle easily enough,” she says nonchalantly.

You simply give Trixie a look of confusion as you both approach the small home. You open the door and walk inside, Trixie following close behind and no sooner as she closes the door behind her she calls out your name.

“Catch,” she then tosses something at you, which you just manage to grab.

You set your own bag down to unravel the thing Trixie tossed at you, “What is this?” you ask.

“It will be your costume for the next magic show. Since you will be my assistant and be involved in the show itself, I figured something like this would be necessary,” Trixie explains.

After it unravels and you hold it to the sunlight, you notice the random splashes of colors decorating the outfit.

“What kind of costume is this?” you ask as you look it over.

“What do you mean? I thought it would fit you perfectly,” Trixie then snaps her fingers just as she remembers something.

“Oh, I forgot your hat,” she then reaches into her bag, pulls it out and hands it to you.

As you reach and grab it, you noticed the color is the same as the other part. Another thing you notice is a light chime coming from the hat as you grab it.

“You have got to be freaking kidding me,” you say in disbelief.

“You don’t like it? I thought it would fit you quite well considering you enjoy acting like a fool,” Trixie chuckles to herself.

“I absolutely will not wear a jester’s outfit! You can’t expect me to even consider it, do you?” you ask, still confused.

“Of course you are going to. After all, you losing our last bit of money really put a hamper on us and I need something a bit more special to bring in a good crowd this time,” Trixie states in a matter-of-fact tone.

“No, I don’t care. I will not wear this in front of a crowd and there is not a damn thing you can do to make me!” you try to make a point by tossing the outfit to the side but Trixie catches it with her magic.

“Oh? Is that so?” she smiles evilly.

“What are you going to do? Strip and dress me?” you ask, hoping she will just drop it.

“Hardly, besides you would probably enjoy it, you pervert!” she glares.

“Trust me; you are the furthest from my mind when I think of something attractive,” you say in a deadpan manner.

Trixie’s glare intensifies, “You’re going to regret that,” all of a sudden, her horn starts to glow brightly as two ropes slither off a nearby shelf and quickly tie around your hands and ankles causing you to fall backwards onto the couch. she then makes a few feathers spawn and hover over you before starting to tickle you relentlessly.

“W-wait, please stop! I can’t stand being tickled!” you shout through your laughter.

“Oh? Ticklish I see; well I’m not letting up until you agree to do as I say,” Trixie demands, raising her voice over your laughter.

“I refuse to wear that stupid outfit! There is no way I will!” your lungs start to hurt from the constant laughter.

“Well fine, but I won’t stop till you agree to Trixie’s demands!” she says while continuing her onslaught.

“Okay, okay you win! I’ll wear the stupid thing already!” upon hearing your words, Trixie smiles victoriously, stops her onslaught, and uses her magic to untie you.

Panting heavily, you slowly sit up as Trixie throws the jester outfit at you, “Now that we got that settled, how about you help me prepare for tonight’s show?” Trixie asks as she struts away happily.

“I hate my life right now, “ you sigh heavily to yourself and follow Trixie reluctantly.

Night starts to fall and Luna’s moon took its place in the sky above. The streets are abuzz with life as crowds pour in and around the stage that is hosting a grand magic show the likes of which the town has ever seen or at least, that is what Trixie advertised. You unfortunately have to direct them to where they need to go. Standing there in a jester’s outfit was degrading enough, let alone most of the ponies start to laugh and snicker at your funny clothes as they see you which makes everything worse. You hope it was merely them thinking it was part of the show.

As the last stallion gets directed to the front, you head inside quickly. Upon entering, you notice Trixie setting a few things up in a rush. Walking up near her, you see her hastily setting up fireworks in the proper order.

“Hey, I’m done with what you asked so I’m going to relax till the show starts,” you say as you turn to leave.

“I don’t think so; help me set up everything so we’re ready on time!” Trixie snaps as she points to a few props.

“Alright, guess I have no choice,” you say unenthusiastically.

It only takes a short period of time to get everything situated into place. Afterwards, you help set up the fireworks stands with Trixie.

“Be sure to place them correctly otherwise you’ll cause an explosion!” Trixie says while watching you intently.

“I know, I know you don’t have to keep telling me!” you say back.

“I prefer to be safe rather than sorry,” Trixie retorts back.

“Then pay more attention to yourself then,” you argue back at her.

“Trixie doesn’t need you to tell her how to do something she has already practiced for years!” she says in annoyance.

“You know what you need to practice on? Not talking in the third person,” you snicker at your own comeback making Trixie only grunt in anger.

A few minutes later, both you and Trixie had set everything into place; you can hear the crowd just outside of the curtains awaiting the performance tonight. Their anticipation is starting to get you a little nervous; sure, Trixie forced you onto stage before but it was only for small stunts and tricks that were over quickly. Being her assistant for the whole act will be tricky, not to mention any mistakes made will most likely cause her to blame you. You just pray nothing goes wrong for once.

Author's Note

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