Trixie and the Ponyville Pranksters

Trixie and the Ponyville Pranksters

The Deal

Mayor Mare, Magenta to her friends, was not in the best of moods.

She crouched over her wooden desk, eyes peering at the endless pile of letters complaining about this or that. A filly started getting nightmares of storm clouds, a pickaxe had injured a stallion, two pairs of angry parents whining about the safety of their dim-witted children, Whinny the Pooh was canceled on the premier because of a thunderstorm, blah blah blah, all day long.

Mayor Mare stared up at the mirror, so totally annoyed by the petty concerns of the citizens that she needed a breather. She eyed her gray mane and straightened her collar. Her watchful gaze landed on a strand of shockingly pink hair during her inspection.

She sighed. It seemed that she needed to go to the spa again for another dying session.

So engrossed was the mare in her frustrating predicament that she almost didn’t realize that one of her assistants was standing reluctantly at the door, looking around and gulping like there was a stone stuck in her throat.

Seeing the trembling filly reflected in her mirror, she turned around on her wheel chair to face her. The swivels of the soft wood office chair were one of the few joys in life to Mayor Mare.

“Well then. What is it?”

“Pinkie Pie and um… Rainbow Dash…” she stuttered, sensing Mayor Mare’s moodiness.

Said mare snorted. “That’s hardly out of the ordinary. After all, Rainbow Dash is one of the most recognized ponies of the weatherpony team. No doubt Pinkie Pie has figured out how to make it rain custard all over Ponyville.” She shivered, remembering her own welcome to the tiny little backwater town.

“It’s not just that…” the assistant whispered.

“Is it to much to ask for you to speak up! I pay for good workers, not for stuttering little fillies.”

The assistant took a brave step forward. “Trixie is there with them.”

In a blur of earthy browns, Mayor Mare had advanced on the door and raced outside into the waiting hall, almost matching a certain cyan pegesus’ speed.

Her eyes thinned to slits as she caught sight of Trixie. “You…” she growled, the voice in her throat going deeper than the mare herself ever thought.

Trixie started to back away, chuckling in feeble attempts to lighten the mood. As she looked around at Pinkie Pie (who had gone to observe the fish tank in a most unorthodox way) and Rainbow Dash (who made no attempt to aid Trixie) she realized she was on her own for this particular battle.

“I can explain,” she whimpered under the mayor’s disapproving glare.

~~~

Mayor Mare lifted up her coffee cup, her eyes never leaving Trixie as the showmare ended her tale.

“Hmm,” Mayor murmured. “Suffice to say, it seems that if Twilight has forgiven you, then…”

“Yes?” Trixie leaned in, her own cup of rather mild wake up calls (Ponyville had Vinyl Scratch as an alarm) levitating in front of her.”

The Mayor glared at her and started again. “Then you are no more inclined to have a house than you were before. After all, I am the mayor or Ponyville. It seems that Twilight has thought that she could take over my position.”

“What!” Trixie jumped up in shock. “But, if I cannot own one of Ponyville’s houses, than what will I do? I can’t stay at the Inn for the rest of my life. The prices are outrageous!”

Mayor Mare smirked, and rubbed her chin in a mocking thinking manner. “Then there’s only one choice left.”

“And what would that be?” Trixie asked indignantly.

“Leave Ponyville.”

Trixie paled at the thought. No, leaving wouldn’t do. Ponyville, however bad it was to admit it, housed her only friends.

Of course, it didn’t really matter. Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash had left when faced with the chance of arguing with an angry Mayor Mare. Where were they now? Trixie snorted in disgust.

Trixie was almost ready to get up and pack her bags when Pinkie Pie, with her horrible timing, and Rainbow Dash burst in.

“Hold it!” Rainbow Dash shouted.

“Objection!” Pinkie shrieked. She grabbed the red tie on her neck and threw it on the ground, stomping on it and smashing it with a sledgehammer three times for good measure. She proceeded to give her testimony.

“Trixie has done nothing wrong! Sure she held you hostage and put you in a cage, took over Ponyville, became all “Fear my dark powers” on Twilight, caused havoc arou-“ a hoof was stuffed into Pinkie’s mouth.

“Not helping.” Rainbow Dash stopped Pinkie mid-speech. She turned to Mayor Mare, wings flapping like mad. “Now I’ve got something to say to you missy! Trixie is my friend, and you don’t want to mess with my friend. I’ll have thunderclouds stormin’ over your fancy pancy house in ten seconds flat if you dare drive her out!”

“She has caused too much damage on the town, damage that I cannot afford to pay to fix! I will not let her stay here.” Mayor Mare stomped her hoof on the ground.

“Don’t you understand?” Rainbow Dash ceased her flying and slumped on the ground. “Sometimes ponies just need a second chance. I thought that you out of all ponies would know that.”

Mayor Mare looked down. Trixie thought she had seen a single tear, glinting in the sunlight that streamed through an open window, form on the aging mare’s cheek. She wiped it away, took a deep breath, and stood up once more.

“Very well. I will let her stay.” Rainbow Dash’s wings fluttered and her face brightened. “But if anything goes wrong, then she will go.”

“Oh, silly filly. She’s in the bestest of hooves now!” exclaimed Pinkie Pie.

“But she must stay with you, Pinkie Pie. I can’t risk any damage on property, and I know you have your ways for rebuilding Sugar Cube Corner.”

“Oh yes! We only use the highest quality all-purpose flour!”

Rainbow Dash rolled her eyes, while Trixie (still trying to get used to the pink party mare) looked on with a very confused look on her snout.

~~~

The tinkle of a shop bell rang through the gingerbread themed bakery. Cup Cake, co-owner of the store looked up from her post at the cash register and gave a jubilant welcome to the cotton candy pink mare that bounced in.

“Why hello Pinkie! I haven’t seen you since last night. Where were you?”

“Just hanging out with my PFFs, Rainbow Dash and Trixie!” Pinkie Pie answered, her hooves grabbing hold of the two ponies waiting outside and dragging them in.

Oh my, Cup Cake thought, her eyes flickering from the natural flying disaster (who had made a Rainbow Dash sized hole in the candy wall last week) and the showmare.

“Or maybe I should call Trixie my PRF!”

Cup Cake took a deep breath, hoping that what she was about to hear was just a prank. “Why?”

“Well, duh! Trixie’s gonna be my new roomie! Get it? Pony Roommate Friend! Just a little twist to AJ’s PFF term. ”

It was just a second before Pinkie answered that Carrot Cake had walked in, stopped dead in hiss tracks, and fainted when he heard Pinkie’s words.

And so the light blue earth pony started to tend to her husband, who was shocked beyond any measurable rate.

To Cup Cake, this had become terribly real, as not only was Pinkie Pie giving Trixie a tour of Sugar Cube Corner, said unicorn was carrying two bags, presumably full of items she had salvaged from her destroyed show wagon.

And so Cup Cake, with no strength to deal with her hyperactive employee and newfound ‘roomie’, blanked out, her eyes never wavering.

Trixie wasn’t sure if this counted as ‘damage.’