Equestria Dark: Tales of a New Appleloosan Stallion Water Salespony

Written by Minalkra

The Great and Powerful Trixie paced backstage, her face indignant.  Gaffers and lighting technicians scurried out of her way as she snarled to herself.

"Who does that uppity pony think she is, sticking Trixie with this job?  Trixie is a showmare of the highest quality!"  One of the gaffers stumbled in her running, pitching on her back directly in Trixie's way.  Without missing a beat, the blue unicorn stepped on her prone body as she continued her tirade.  "She is not some back-alley stallion-hustler!"

"Five minutes Trix."  The stage manager called out from somewhere in the depths of the stage.  Trixie wanted to scream.  Not only were they sticking her - her - with providing mere effects for some trumped-up stallion tart, they didn't even get her name right in the program!

"'Great and Powerful Trix' my well-shaped flank!"  Trixie stomped her hoof.  The squeak of pain from below her went unheeded as Trixie heaved a sigh of defeat.  "Well, let's get this stupid cock-waving show over with Trixie.  Bits are bits at this point in time."

That was the most atrocious, audacious, awful show she had ever been forced to participate in.  Despite the shapely stallion on stage, the colors the theater owners wanted her to display were garish and bordered on obscene.  Green on his orange coat?  That was almost criminal!  'Using green for the sake of using green' as the old saying went.

And now Trixie was hot and bothered.  With a huff, she dumped her saddlebags just inside her apartment door.  The stallion - combined with the instinctual response 'that' color aroused in any full-blooded mare - had almost caused Trixie to loose her composure during the show.  That some of the audience had resorted to 'crotch applause' before the show had ended didn't help.  She was sure she smelled of need herself but the odors of almost a hundred other mares probably drowned her own out.

"Ugh, Trixie needs a bath."  The sound of shuffling from deeper inside her extremely small apartment caused her ears to pitch upwards.

"Trixie, honey, is that you?"  A gryphon's head peaked out from around the corner, a half-smile pulling at his leathery skin.  "You have a good day at," he sniffed, his eyebrow arching in a silent question, "work?"

"Ugh.  They have Trixie doing 'green lighting' on a stallion review."  The gryphon clicked his beak in irritation and Trixie's ears flipped down in response.  "Tri-I mean, I wish I didn't have to do it, sweety.  I really do but we need the bits."

For a time, silence filled the apartment's air - save for the sounds of the busy Manehatten streets below.  Trixie kept her head lowered in apology as she awaited her lover's reply.  She didn't touch a single stallion on the way home, even in passing.  She knew how territorial Greg could be when it came to his mates.  Gilda and his fight last week still caused her nightmares.  Slashing talons.  Screaming angry voices.  Blood ...

A talon gently lifted her head.  Greg's golden eyes were filled with concern and the slightest hint of sadness.

"It's alright, Trixie.  I understand you take what you can get.  But thank you."  He leaned in and caressed her cheek with his tongue.  Gryphon beaks were not really well designed for kissing and their 'tongue kiss' was the closest they could get to a proper pony kiss.  Trixie nuzzled his cheek in response, opening her mouth to ask 'for what' before she was interrupted.  "For avoiding stallions on the way home.  It makes it easier to deal with."

They stood in the doorway, their faces and tongues dancing in a supreme show of affection.  After a moment, Greg broke the embrace, nodding towards the living room/dining room area.

"Gilda sent a letter.  She's calmed down a bunch and wants to try again.  I thought we'd - you and I - would discuss it over dinner."  He looked at her eyes, concern and worry filling his.  Trixie sighed.  That look could make it all worth it.  "I know our, uhm, display caught you off guard last time and I don't want to ruin what we have together trying to make what her and I have work."

"Let's talk about it with her, ok love?  You know us mares," Trixie flicked her tail, letting her scent of lust fill the air - much to his surprise, "we love to see our males extremely happy."

Together, with smiles on their faces, the two lovers slipped into the common room to eat, talk and do other things before asking Gilda to meet them at a later date.  They had a great deal to discuss, the three of them.  But for tonight, Trixie was happy.