Magicians

A show?

Be Anon.

A transfer student from Manehattan who just so happend to listen in on a conversation on your way out of school.

"Seriously?! A second show? I'm down!"

"Bet, it's at the auditorium again."

Watching the two of em walk away you decided to follow, it might be pretty funny from how it sounded.

The place wasn't really filled with people, only like twenty people showed up in this massive place counting those two guys. All of em have their phones ready for the shitshow that's most likely gonna happen. You decide to just hang back and sit near the exit, never know. The lights dim and the spotlight falls center stage as a girl in a wizard outfit covered in stars walks on stage and bows.

"Thank you all for coming this fine day, The Great and Powerful Trixie will regale you all with a wondrous show!"

The crowd cheers but you notice the phones peaking over the head rests, this is gonna be worth it.

"I understand your disappointment with the fumble last month, but worry not! I have perfected and improved upon my mistakes!"

Damn. Would've wanted to see that if you were transferred here sooner. With a swish of her cape a small table appears behind her and she flicks her hat in the air, landing perfectly on it.

>"that was kinda sick..."

True to her name she was pretty damn great. Every trick was the usual schlock magicians do but she adds a certain flair that made them really enjoyable to watch.

>"the hell were those two talking about?"

Looking back at the audience they still have their phones at the ready like it's going to go bad any second. With another trick finish she flips her hat back on and bows, making you alone stand up and clap for her.

That was a bad idea.

The whole auditorium turn and look at you, some giggling and pointing their cameras at you. Embarrassment slams it's dirty head making you flare up and sit back down in shame. Your eyes back on the stage you notice Trixie staring at you mid bow with a large smile on her face.

Guess it wasn't that bad of an idea.

"T-thank you! You've been a wonderful audience, but I won't end the show without one last trick. Would someone from this lovely crowd join me on stage?"

Everyone starts mumbling to each other ignoring her putting their phones away, some getting up and leaving. She clears her throat and bows once more.

"It's fine, I understand if you all are afraid of the arcane. I wish you all a lo-"

>"I'll do it."

You embarrassed yourself already, might as well go all out. Heading to the stage the remainder start chuckling to themselves pulling out the phones again.

"A truly brave man has came to face the unknown?! Magnificent! Please stand here."

You stand beside her and bow to the crowd, some actually cheer. Though it's just goading.

"Now for the finale I will reward his bravery with full coffer!"

Seemingly from nowhere she lifts your wallet into the air and pulls out all the money inside. The audience gasps as she throws it aside and pulls out a pair of scissors.

"Now watch in amazement!"

You're frozen as she folds the bills and cuts them to ribbons, putting them into her hat.

"Watch as his meager earnings turn to riches!"

Flipping the hat she pulls out the chopped up pieces of money, a look of fear on her face.

"Brooooo! She fucked up bad!"

The audience starts laughing hysterically as she scrambles to pick up the pieces. You try your best not to immediately pummel this chicks face in, that was fifty bucks.

"Nonononono! I-I didn't- I swear I used the prop scissors!"

Without a word you pick up your wallet and start to leave when you feel a pair of hands grab your arm.

"I'm so sorry! I promise to pay you back I SWEAR I-"

You yank your arm away.

>"Don't fucking touch me."

"i-i'm sorry i..."

Her voice starts to crack and the crowd starts to take pictures. One girl pipes up.

"No way is she gonna cry???"

You stop and against your better judgment you look back. She's a mess alright, part of you feels happy that this chick is getting torn apart but dad beat a lesson into you that stuck.

Never make a lady cry.

Groaning in frustration you go back to her and pick up the bits of money much to Trixie's surprise.

* hic * "i'm so s-sorry..."

>"Whatever, let's just get outta here..."

 

You cooled down at this point but Trixie is still sitting against the wall sniveling into her cloak. Decided to drag her behind the school to calm down away from prying eyes but that seemingly did nothing for her.

"i'm a failure... i'll never be as good as him..."

>"Yep, you said that about a hundred times now."

Reaching into your backpack you pull out the King sized Resses and pass a cup to her.

>"I'm over it. I can make that back in a day, stop beating yourself up."

She nibbles on the edges like a rabbit.

"thanks."

>"No problem."

This is kinda awkward now. You wanna go home but it's a dick move to just leave her like this, what do you even do?

"I never got your name?"

At least she's perking up.

>"Anon. Transferred here a week ago."

"What for if you don't mind Trixie asking?"

Third person? Weirdo thinks she's a protag in a story or something?

>"Moved here due to some family junk I don't care for."

"Understandable. Family always has a way of mucking things."

>"Seriously. Goin from Las Pegasus to Canterlot was annoying. Least it's cooler over here."

She stands up and dusts off her cloak, offering a hand.

"Well then Anon, our meeting could've been better but Trixie would like to welcome you properly to Canterlot. As your first friend."

Taking her offer you follow suit and take her hand.

>"Sure, why not. Not like anyone will hang out with me after today."

Her face reddens making you laugh, earning you a punch in the liver.

Worth it.

"Not funny..."

>"S-sorry! Let's get outta here yeah?"

"Hmph! Trixie will accept your apology, only if you escort her home."

>"So that's a yes?"

She groans throwing her bag at you and walking away, with you following beside.

"Trixie no longer regrets mincing your money."

>"Ow, at least your other tricks were cool."

"Of course they were, it was performed by a high class magician after all."

The walk was pretty chill, turns out she wants to make the whole magician shtick into a career. Goin on and on about some guy called Starswirll, don't know much after that. Kinda tuned her out, but something REALLY caught your eye.

>"This is my street."

"Really? Wait..."

She goes on ahead running and stops in front of a house, the one next to yours.

"YOU are the new neighbors?"

Well god damn.

>"Well god damn."

"How could I have not have noticed you?"

>"Never really go out."

She looks at you like you're a dumbass.

>"Well, see ya tomorrow."

You pat her shoulder and head on your merry way home.

"S-see you."

Despite the loss of funds today was pretty alright, but not even a second before heading inside mom stops you at the doorway.

"Where were you?"

>"School stuff, nothin major."

She eyes over your shoulder then gets a shit eating grin.

"With our neighbor?"

Looking back you see Trixie is still where you left her, staring at the both of you.

>"Yes."

"About time you made a real friend."

She pushes past you and goes over to your dumbfounded buddy. God dammit.

"I hope my son hasn't caused you any problems."

"not at all ma'am, i just met him today actually..."

Trixie takes off her hat and starts rubbing the brim, she dropped the third person stuff now?

"Well ain't that something! I hope he behaves with you, he's a bit stiff but Anon is a sweetheart trust me."

You don't even care anymore, leaning against the doorway watching mam ruin your image. Trixie puts her hat back on, but you notice a wide smirk peaking under the brim.

"He helped me alot today. So yes, he is quite the sweetheart."

The fuck is this bitch on about?!

Mom squee's at this and looks back at you.

"Well aren't you a gentleman! Why don't you come inside sweetie. I'm sure my hubby would love to meet you, he should be home soon!"

NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO

"That would be lovely!"

Why?

Mom and Trixie push past you as your mind tries to think of a way to stop this, then a whisper enters your ears.

"Payback for teasing me jerk."

 

"Voilá! Another perfected trick from the Great and Powerful Trixie!"

You slow clap sinking deeper into your beanbag chair, Trixie scoffs at you and throws the flowers she poofed at your face.

>"FUCK THERE'S ROSE'S IN THIS!"

"You just had the privilege of watching Trixie practice her tricks before you, apologize for this flagrant disrespect."

Feeling no scratch marks on your face you clap back at her.

>"Apologize? You almost gouged my eyes out! Why don't you practice at home, I got my own things to do."

"I work better with an audience and you are right next door."

>"If that's the case just do it at your friend's places. I'm sure you did that before I was around."

She fumbles a few things she was putting away and looks down.

"They're busy most of time. So it's not really an option."

>"For five days straight?"

"Don't blame me! I'm not in control of their lives."

You groan and whip out your phone, six already?

>"Wanna grab something to eat?"

Trixie finishes stuffing her bag and hums in thought.

"Are you offering?"

>"Depends where."

"cheapskate..."

Hoppin off the bean you grab your jacket and pull out your wallet.

Eight bucks.

>"Guess we're gettin glizzies."

"Oooh where?"

Costco baby. Tasty cheap Costco.

>"Gimme a sec."

You leave your room and go into the living room, seeing dad trying to assemble a glass cabinet from Ikea.

>"Dad. Can you lend me your Costco card?"

He stops screwing in bolts and turns to you with a familiar look on his face. Shit not no-

"Perfect timing! Can you run over back to Rite Aid for me and get some alcohol, I forgot to get a bottle."

>"Really? It's not like we even use it."

"You'd be surprised. It ain't just for cuts son, so will you?"

>"I'm with a friend right now dad."

"Even better! Here, take a twenty for the bottle and use the rest for the two of you."

He digs out his wallet and slides out a crisp Jackson, handing it to you.

>"Dope, I'll get on it."

"And no, you can't borrow my card. You lost it last time and it was pain getting a new one."

He goes back to work without another word leaving you back to square one on where to go.

"What's taking you Anon, where are we going?"

You jolt and see Trixie right beside you looking quite upset, but quickly changes that after noticing your dad.

"Good evening Mr. Mous, do you need help with that?"

Dad chuckles and waves her off.

"I'm fine thanks, but he might."

"Oh? What might that be?"

>"Just an errand, you don't have to come. I'll meet you at your place after if you still wanna get something."

She moves in front of you and grabs your shoulders, ew cooties.

"That is unacceptable. Your family has been so kind to Trixie, the favor must be repaid."

Trixie then quickly heads out the front door, dad just sighs and keeps on working.

"First real friend and it has to be a weirdo..."

>"Better than nothing."

You follow her lead and tell Trixie where you're going, and the two of you head on your merry way. The walk was dull but you entertained each other with a heated debate on what place to get some grub, but eventually you make it and lay down the plan.

>"A quick in and out, then we head to Jack's."

"Fine. Trixie will be browsing the makeup."

What part of quick does she not understand? Ignoring her you head over to the first aid junk and look for the cheapest bottl-

>"Jesus christ these are expensive."

Seven bucks for this little ass bottle! Not to mention the possible tax afterwards so it's closer to eight! You do some impromptu tism math.

>"got twenty-eight so if i buy this we won't have enough for combos for the both of us, i could buy the alcohol wipes but dad will..."

You don't know how long you were staring at the alcohol but the sound of laughter pulled you out of your zone.

"Why are you just standing there? You look like a fool."

Groaning you go back to mulling over the prices and are snapped out of it again by a hand grabbing the bottle in front of you.

"Hurry up, we have to go."

>"But we won't have enough money for the food."

"We'll improvise. It's the hallmark skill of many great entertainers of which Trixie is one."

She waltzes over to the counter and hands the cashier a twenty.

Wait.

You reach into your pockets and no longer feel your wallet. Trixie comes back with a smug grin handing you the bottle.

"Shall we go?"

>"My wallet???"

"What do you mean? I don't have it."

She shows off her hoodie pockets, nothing. You slowly reach back into your pockets and feel your wallet right where you left it.

"See. Now let's go, Trixie needs sustenance."

Turning on her heel she leaves you dumbfounded in the middle of the store as you stare at your wallet.

>"fucking magicians."

 

Not everyday you get some quality time to yourself without the folks bugging, and what better way to spend it than browsing miscellaneous message boards. The one that caught your eye today was a board about paranormal activity and true crime like missing people, it looks old as hell with yellow text and a black background. A lot of it sounds fake as fuck but you didn't care, it killed time.

>"phantom vibrations? gay. ghost in a floppy disk? gay. asian elevator girl? old and gay."

So far it hasn't been fruitful. You rub your eyes and take a sip of your soda, it's getting boring now.

Come to think of it.

What is Trixie up to?

You grab your phone and dial her up, and not even two rings in she picks up.

"Hello Anon, is something the matter?"

>"Boredom mostly, you doing anything?"

"Nothing at all! Do you have any plans?"

Eager ain't ya, what's got her riled up.

>"Wanna hang out at your place."

"My how bold! Give Trixie a minute to get ready and come on over."

She hangs up leaving you a bit dumbfounded. You went to her place a few times, what makes this any different? Grabbing a fresh shirt and slapping on deo you head on out and knock on her front door. She opens the door almost immediately and boy does she look happy.

"Come in. Trixie will be with you shortly."

She pushes you inside and quickly goes to her room. You shake it off and go sit in the living room, noticing the lack of parents in the house. Never really went in here whenever you came over cause Trixie would just drag you into her room, so you decide to do a little sleuthing.

The place is pretty nice, dosen't look much different from something you would see in those displays in furniture stores. What caught your eye was the photos on the wall, many of em of people you'll likely never meet. The few that do have Trixie are pretty mundane. Birthday's, Christmas, and one of her with a fancy looking magician.

>"star twirl or something right?"

Frankly it's adorable, her smile being so infectious you can't help but smile yourself. Must've been quite the day for her considering her hobbies now.

"Sorry for the wait, Trixie needed it to be perfect."

You quickly move away from the photos and plop on the couch as Trixie comes to the living room holding a red box.

"Here you go Anon, it took many hours to think of what to give but Trixie believes this to be adequate."

A gift? It ain't your birthday but screw it free stuff is free stuff. You open it to see a grey leather wallet, no freaking way.

>"Trixie you can't be serious, this is a bit much for me."

"Nonsense, the raggedy old one you have needed to go. But now comes your gift."

Is it her birthday?

"Seeing as you don't have anything on you, the gift you're giving me must be quite special~"

She sits REALLY close to you fluttering her eyes. It's getting pretty uncomfy right now.

>"What do you mean?"

"Don't play coy with Trixie, why else would you call today of all days."

Trixie's face reddens as she scooches closer, her cheek on your shoulder.

"The signs were there but Trixie never dared entertain the thought. It must be fate that made you make the first move~"

>"Question: What is today?"

She stops her cooing as the room feels colder.

"What?"

>"Is it a niche holiday or something? I never keep track of minor ones."

Trixie gets up and quickly opens the front door, her face pure red.

"Leave. Now."

Not taking any chances you pocket the wallet and bolt out the door.

>"Sorr-"

"Forget everything."

* SLAM *

>"-ry..?"

This sucks. You wanted to hang with bestie today now she's pissed. This makes no sense, you wake your phone and check the date.

>"february fourteenth..."

No way.

No way! She thought you were coming on to her?! This is hilarious beyond anything you've ever experienced, but you should apologize before busting your sides.

Never make a lady cry.

You knock on the front door and call out.

"Leave!"

>"I'm sorry! I didn't know, seriously!"

"Lies! You planned this farce! You're dead to Trixie!"

>"Honest! I didn't know!"

There's a long silence and see the door creak open.

"Really?"

>"Really. I'm an ass but I wouldn't mess with you like that."

The door opens fully as she looks down, clearly embarrassed with her actions. Before you could let out a chuckle, Trixie speaks up.

"I won't forgive you until I get a gift."

>"Huh?"

"You heard me. I got you a new wallet, so I deserve a gift in return."

Guess it's fair, but you don't even have anything to give.

Unless she means...

>"Fine. But if you tell ANYONE about this I'll tear every hat and cloak you have."

Before she could respond you give a quick peck on the lips and wipe your mouth.

>"There. You got the "special gift" you wanted. We square?"

Her face is completely red as she touches her mouth.

"my first... y-you are my first."

>"You good...?"

"Leave. Now."

The door slams in your face. She didn't sound pissed at least so mission accomplished. You head back home and get to work moving your junk to the new wallet, but stop when you notice a slip of paper in one of the card pockets.

>"The receipt? Why would she..."

It's a photo.

A glamor shot of her in the full magician getup with a kiss on the corner.

Flipping it, you see a little message.

"For my #1 fan! - The Great and Powerful Trixie"

Jesus Christ this chick... Her ego could fill an ocean.

>"Fucking magicians."

 

"Flash Sentry and Derpy. June Bug and Lyra. Norman and Octavia."

Projects suck.

Especially paired ones.

Teach keeps rattling on pairings as you doodle on your text book, history sucks.

"...and Twilight Sparkle. Ok everyone move to your assigned partner and begin. The due date is Thursday so I expect a thorough paper from everyone."

Everyone starts shuffling around but you stay in place, this spot is nice and it's yours.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Twilight Sparkle, a transfer student like you!"

Literally who? She looks hella nervous.

>"Anon, so what's the paper gonna be on?"

She lights up at that and slides a desk next to you.

"Well we have quite a few choices since Mrs. Harsh whinny said it has to be between eighteen-hundred and nineteen-hundred! Which should we pick? The War of 1812 and Civil War is too basic so I think we should be more creative and do it on the Gadsden Purchase!"

Nerd city over here.

>"Sure, let's do that."

Twilight squee's and starts going through her backpack, pulling out a stack of books.

"Let's start off with notes, you take care of this book here and place these post-it tabs on important pages."

She dumps a large book on your desk and goes to work on another, not gonna lie her excitement for this is adorable albeit annoying. You look at the book and see it's not even from this school.

>"Where'd you get this?"

Her pencil stops and she slides a strand of hair behind her ear.

"It's from Crystal Prep, my old school. The books they handed out here aren't very thorough so I carry my old ones with me instead!"

Must be detailed considering the heft.

>"Must be a pain lugging these around though, aren't you worried about your back?"

"Nope, it may be strange but the pursuit of knowledge requires some level of physical strength. I'm used to a bit of heavy lifting."

Shrimp arms says otherwise but you digress. The two of you work together rather smoothly, occasionally breaking the silence with small talk and your questions about whatever the hell Gadsden is.

A ringing pulls the both of you out of the rhythm and everyone starts packing their stuff for lunch. As you help putting the notes away Twilight taps your shoulder and asks you a question.

"If you don't mind can we finish this up at your place after school?"

Bit forward are ya?

>"Pretty sure my folks won't mind but why?"

She fiddles with her glasses, looking away.

"Sorry, it's a bit complicated but I'm trying to make some friends on my own and this feels like a logical way of doing it."

You finish packing and gesture to follow into the hall before answering.

>"Seriously? You don't have any friends?"

"I do but they're a special case. It's fine if you don't want me over, it was rude to just drop it on you like this."

The hell is up her? She feels like bad news but screw it, dad would probably appreciate someone other than Trixie coming over.

>"It's fine with me, let's trade digits and I'll text you directions."

A smile beams across her face as the two of you exchange numbers, jeez that smile is contagious.

"Great! I need to meet up with the girls, I'll see you after school."

She waves and jogs down the hall disappearing into the crowd.

Well look at you Anon, another friend.

It feels weird going from being a loner in Las Pegasus to somewhat of a normie in Canterlot. But an ugly realization hit.

>"I need guy friends or people will think I'm gay."

You rub your temples and start heading to the cafeteria, maybe some mediocre tendies will ease your mind.

 

"What is this?"

"Twilight Sparkle, it's nice t-"

"Everyone knows who YOU are I'm asking Anon."

Trixie circles the two of you mad doging her.

>"She's my partner for a paper. We're gonna work at it at my place."

Trixie whips her head at you and scoffs at you.

"Is Trixie not good enough to help?!"

>"We don't even have the a same teacher."

Twilight pushes between the two of you and clears her throat.

"Trixie, I don't know the extent of your relationship with Anon but I promise it's only for business."

Trixie goes red as you stifle a chuckle.

"What do you mean by that Sparkle? You think Trixie cares about who fratanizes with Anon?!"

Feigning pain you put a hand on her shoulder.

>"My love, do you really think so little of me that I would bed another so willingly?"

She punches you in the kidney.

Worth it.

"Do what you want. Trixie is over it."

Giving Twilight another once over she heads on back into the school.

"So... is she-"

>"n-no... she's just my neighbor."

After helping you on your feet the two of you slowly make your way home. Going in you see dad in the kitchen opening and closing the drawers. He looks over and his face lights up, you knew he would be happy.

"Heeey! About time you made another friend son."

>"I know, it kinda just happened."

Twilight meekly waves at your dad who heads over offering a handshake.

"Nice to meet you Ms...?"

"T-Twilight Sparkle sir."

She shakes it and continues.

"I'm here to finish a project with Anon."

"School work huh? Well don't let me keep ya, help yourself to a drink in the fridge while you're at it!"

Dad pats your shoulder and goes back to whatever the hell he's doing with the drawers.

Grabing a chair you lead her to your room and throw your pack on the floor.

>"I'm gonna look up the info we need on my pc, is that cool?"

A thump startles you as Twilight is already spreading out the work on the battle station. It's pretty big but it's a little crowded with the two of you nearly shoulder to shoulder.

"That's perfect! I'll get to writing, you supply any extra information we didn't note down."

Right to the point, her pencil starts flying and you start typing. The work flows like a well oiled machine though it was mostly her doing the heavy lifting. Within a few hours the whole thing was finished.

It's weird, normally these bore you and scramble last minute with these things but somehow this chick made you mad productive.

She stretches and sighs clearly pleased.

"Easy, right Anon?"

>"Yeah I guess."

"That's all well and good, so does that mean you're heading home?"

You nearly shit yourself as you turn to see Trixie on your bed, Twilight yelps.

>"When the fuck?!"

"About thirty minutes ago. Your mother let Trixie in before leaving with your father."

She crosses her legs and glares at Twilight.

"So. You're finished here right?"

"y-yes i was just about to go!"

Twilight quickly starts packing her things but you stop her.

>"Hold on."

You get off your chair and stand over Trixie who just stares daggers.

>"What the hell? You said you didn't care so why the one-eighty?"

"Trixie meant it, but we usually hang out after school."

>"And? It's one day, just go with your other friends."

She scoffs at that.

"They're busy."

>"They're ALWAYS busy! In fact, you never even introduced me to them."

"W-well you never asked!"

Why is she dodging the question?

>"Well I'm asking now. Why haven't I..."

It hits you.

How the hell didn't you see it sooner.

>"I'm your only friend aren't I?"

The silence is thick. You hit the nail on the head.

Trixie trembles, her eyes darting across the floor. Twilight clears her throat and sits next to her.

"Trixie, I'm still new to this kind of thing but-"

She reaches a hand to Trixie but is slapped away.

"I don't NEED your pity little miss perfect. Coming out of nowhere and instantly becoming one of the popular girls!"

Twilight shrinks back holding her hand. That wasn't very nice.

"but that wasn't me, that was-."

"And now, after finally finding someone to confide in you come along! Someone better!"

* SLAP *

Dad told you to never hit a girl, but he didn't say anything about retards.

Trixie goes wide eyed holding her cheek.

>"Calm down, jesus!"

Twilight stutters but keeps quite as you continue.

>"You're a dumbass if you think I'm gonna ditch you, especially after what happened at the auditorium."

She sniffles wiping her eyes, you sit beside her on the bed.

"don't lie to me..."

>"Never had, never will. What's so bad about growing our friend group?"

Twilight moves and sits on the other side of Trixie.

"I read plenty of... informative books about situations like this. I promise I won't take Anon from you."

>"Weird way to phrase it but see, everything is kosher."

She curls up clicking her teeth.

"ᵈᶦᵈ ᶦᵗ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵃⁿᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵍᶦʳˡ..."

>"Eh?"

"forget it."

Trixie looks over at Twilight.

"sorry."

"It's fine, I hope we can be good friends."

"of course."

Trixie then turns to you.

"anon."

>"Yea-"

There goes the other kidney. This chick got a mean hook.

"that was for slapping me."

You roll onto the floor in pain as Twilight giggles, pretty sure it's ruptured.

"Now then Twilight let us go raid the kitchen, Trixie is hungry."

"Sure, but is Anon gonna be ok?"

"Trixie did worse. Now hurry, Trixie remembers seeing corn dogs in the freezer."

No.

NO!

THEIR YOURS!

They leap over you running out of the room laughing up a storm.

You lay there defeated.

And robbed of your dogs.

>"f-fucking magicians..."

 

>"I'm getting the cap."

"You don't need it."

>"I'm gonna die..."

"Just get some air and keep trying it's all in the rhythm."

>"I'm just gonna get the cap."

"C'mon Anon."

>"Look I just want the star at this point."

"Then keep trying, you can beat the current."

Twilight sighs as you get the metal cap and dive into the water for the star.

"Oh my god it's not that hard."

"Trixie did not take you for a quiter Anon."

>"You can do your speedrun junk on your turn Twilight, here."

You pass the controller to her as you scooch a bit.

"It's not junk, it's fun. I'm going for the hundred coin."

Trixie pokes your shoulder and she leans on you.

"Bring Trixie food."

>"Do it yourself."

"But Trixie's is busy."

>"The fu- With what??"

"Life. Now go make a frozen pizza."

She pats your head and pushes you aside, sitting by Twilight. Why do you do this?

>"Want anything Twilight?"

"I would like a soda please if you have any."

>"Gotcha covered, watch Trixie for me. That pc is worth more than her life."

"Trixie will ruin your search history."

With that you slip on your cozy fluffy slippers and head to the kitchen. At Twilights behest, she wanted to have a sleepover at your place to facilitate trust and "friendship levels". Of course you denied it but the vote was two to one, and Trixie was already calling her parents for permission.

Opening the fridge and scope out the goods. Only Canada Dry and Coke Zero, the do not touch sodas. Not to mention the lack frozen junk. Running on empty, need the juice. You head back to your room for your jacket to do a quick snack run but freeze hearing the two of em talk.

It's happening.

The fabled girl talk.

You move your ear to the door and listen in on the forbidden knowledge of girls, your life is on the line now but the pull is to great.

"...aving fun, I don't get why you're so rude to him?"

"Trixie does not need to explain herself."

"Right there, I asked this same question for a month and you give me the same answer."

It's about you? OoOoOoOoOoO how scandalous!

"And it's the only one you'll get, now how much longer will you take? Trixie would like a turn."

You hear the controller clank, that ds5 ain't cheap lady.

"No. You're not getting away with this, I answered all your weird questions so it's only fair you answer mine."

"Twilight settle down, Anon could be back any second now. This isn't something for his ears."

"HA! I knew it! How cliché, the tsundere shtick won't work on me."

What?

"What?"

"I read many books on the matter! The teasing, the hitting, the insults, and demands. You can't hide your true feelings from me!"

"Trixie doesn't follow."

"You love him don't you?!"

With every fiber of your being you hold in the loudest kek known to man, Twilight you fucking dumbass! You expected Trixie to lay into her with the force of Kenyans but...

"No."

"Don't be va- wait no?"

You should stop listening, but your legs won't move.

"I'm serious. He's undoubtedly my best and only friend, but it feels wrong to see him as more than that."

"Well now, any reason why?"

The sound of the chair rolling back make you flinch back, footsteps coming closer to the door.

"Forget it. I need to go the bathroom."

You quickly move back a few steps as the door open, with Trixie surprised to see you.

"Anon? What took you so long?"

She crosses her arms in a huff but her face says a different story, almost tired looking.

>"Dad called me to the garage, needed help with something. Was gonna tell you I was going to get some stuff from the gas station."

Trixie fiddles with the drawstring of her hoodie and sighs.

"Of course you lack supplies for the night. Now move aside as Trixie needs to go-"

>"Wanna come with me?"

That caught her by surprise, and you as well. Just kinda blurted it out. Why the hell did you say that?

And why did what she said to Twilight sting so much?

"Sorry but Trixie is busy."

She pushes past you and heads down the hall.

>"With what?"

Her hand stops on the knob.

"Nothing."

* thunk, click *

Not wasting any time you go in your room and grab your jacket and slide on your shoes, Twilight jumps at your sudden entrance.

"W-where are you going?"

>"Getting snacks. Be back in a few."

Before she can respond you leave and head outside into the cool sunset lit street. Just forget about it, that knowledge wasn't meant for you anyway.

 

The trip goes by in a blur, and before you know it you're back home. Throwing the drinks in the fridge you hold on to three and bring the bag into the bedroom.

Seems these two are getting along well.

"Never again..."

"Trixie, goin all in on a whim is ALWAYS a bad strategy."

"It's the rabbit's fault. Not Trixie's."

You put the cans in front of em and pat Trixie's shoulder.

>"Max is a bastard. So Sparkle, any ideas on what we should do? This was YOUR idea."

She pushes away from the desk and rubs her eyes.

"Depends on our inventory. Anon?"

Dumping the bag on the bed she scrutinizes the haul.

"okay we got cheetos, sour worms, cheddar chex, and nutter butters... That's it?"

>"I don't have a job and two of those were on clearance."

She fiddles with her glasses humming in thought, Trixie tries to reach for the butters but you slap her away.

"It's no ideal, but this may work with a movie."

>"Bet. I got Blazing Saddles on Blu-ray, tonight's gonna be a hoot."

"Nah. Not feeling it."

God dammit Twilight.

>"Ok, what then?"

"Princess Mononoke! I know some websites."

Trixie throws a nutter at Twilight blowing a raspberry. How did she get the tray?

"No. No weeb, cowboys please."

"Rude."

>"Didn't think you had taste!"

"Trixie likes cowboys and this sounds like a cowboy movie. It's that simple."

She dosen't know.

Perfect.

Twilight groans as she follows the two of you into the living room. Trixie flops on the couch and asks you a question.

"Where are your parents anyway? Trixie swears they were here a while ago."

>"Dunno, I'm no their handler."

You load the disc in and grab the controller, but now you're hit with a dilemma.

Twilight in in the recliner, the best seat.

And the gremlin is taking up the whole couch.

>"C'mon make some room."

"Trixie came here first, take the floor."

Twilight snickers at your misfortune but that won't stop you.

>"Fine I'll make room."

Before she could protest you lift her head and sit down, her head now on your lap.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

>"Sitting down like a normal person, deal with it or sit normally."

Humiliation ritual start.

She scrambles and flips around, laying her legs on your lap instead.

>"I said normally."

"Deal with it and start the movie."

Touchè bitch.

Sighing you turn on the tv and start the movie.

An hour in and so far they seem to be enjoying it. Normally you don't look away from the screen when watching a favorite but tonight was difficult. Every few minutes Trixie rearranges her legs causing you to look down at them, and boy did you look.

They're flawless, smooth with a slight shine. It dosen't help that you're a massive leg fag, and to make it worse she took off her knee socks giving you a full view of everything.

It's taking everything to not pop one.

As the film comes to a close Trixie stretches and nudges your hand with her foot.

"Trixie believes it's time to sleep. Do-"

>"Gotta use the bathroom."

Without missing a beat you move her legs aside and b-line to the bathroom. Locking the door you drop your pants and immediately tame the beast.

It was so fucking soft.

With much shame you leave the restroom and go into your room- those are titties.

They freeze staring at you, and you at them. Guess they were changing into their jammies while you were occupied.

Perky.

Without warning Trixie leaps at you red faced and slams you to the floor straddling and strangling you.

"Die."

Her strength is otherworldly, you desperately try to throw her off but it was no use. Twilight grabs her shoulders pulling with all her might but Trixie dosen't budge.

"I-I'm sorry about this, please forgive me!"

She reaches around Trixie and tweaks her nips.

The mad lass.

"aah~"

Her grip loosens giving you the opening to push away gasping for air.

>"F-fuck! I'm sorry!"

Trixie covers herself staring daggers.

"Pervert! Degenerate! You absolute scum! How DARE you come in while a woman changes!"

>"First off, lock the damn door! Second this is my room! You don't own the joint!"

Her eyes trail down and widden. The hell is she... oh shit.

You forgot to zip up. The child though swaddled in its cloth is trying desperately to breach its containment. Her breathing deepens looking at it and the voices in your head are screaming at you to run.

So you do.

With every bit of power you bolt up and go to the living room.

>"I'M SLEEPING IN THE LIVING ROOM GOODNIGHT!"

You hear the door close as you throw yourself on the recliner rubbing your throat.

>"I'm screwed holy hell I'm screwed."

Zipping up your recline and just look at the ceiling, you pray they don't tell anyone. Fucking libido...

Somehow you managed to fall asleep and wake up to the sound of sizzling.

"Well someone was sleeping soundly."

Trixie. Standing over you with a look that could kill.

>"mornin."

She clicks her tongue and goes on the couch with Twilight holding her bag, trying hard to avoid looking at you.

Well it was fun while it lasted but flying solo suits you better.

Cracking your back you get up and go into your room. Mom called out for you from the kitchen but just ignore it. You strip down to your boxers and get into your bed, snuggling under the blanket. Smells different but you don't really care.

"So you're just going to sulk in here?"

Should've taken your own advice about the door. The bed rises as Trixie sits on the edge. You just ignore her.

"Anon we have to talk about it eventually."

The bed moves and you hear the door closing.

And locking.

You maintain your silence and just stare at the wall.

"Twilight asked me a something yesterday, and it got me questioning things."

Tensing up you sink deeper in your pillow.

"Honestly I'm conflicted. So I'm just going to ask, what did you... think?"

Oh god.

>"What?"

"Don't act dumb. After what I saw the answer is obvious, but I need to hear it from you."

You feel a hand on your shoulder and Trixie rolls you over to face her.

"Be honest with me."

Her face is stern, when she's like this bullshiting is near impossible. Screw it, she's probably going to distance herself from you anyways. Sitting up you take a deep breath and let it out.

>"Yeah. I... like what I saw."

Her breathing deepens and she turns away holding herself.

"Really?"

Jesus this is embarrassing beyond belief. You just want to smother yourself in your pillow and never go out again.

"This was a stupid idea. Let's just forget about this. See you at school."

What she said last night repeats in your head and without warning you stop Trixie by pulling her onto the bed, with you on top of her.

>"I heard."

"Huh?"

>"What Twilight asked you, about me."

Her face reddens in a mixture of anger and embarrassment.

"Y-you listened?"

Tread carefully.

>"I didn't mean too, I was going to get my jacket when I heard Twilight mention me. So I got curious."

She looks distraught, biting her lip.

>"I need you to be honest with me now. Why would it be wrong?"

"It's... I... I don't want to look desperate."

Trixie begins to tear up looking away from you.

"Think, I make my first real friend and then ruin it by asking to be their girlfriend. Anyone would be disgusted. It's better if we just stay the same."

The adrenaline kicks in giving you the guts to push on.

>"You're ok with that?"

"I *hic* don't know..."

>"I'm not."

The die has been cast.

You kiss her.

She struggles at first but quickly gives in, wrapping her arms around you squeezing as close to you as possible.

Whether it was hormones or not you didn't care. Dad beat it into you an important lesson.

Never make a woman cry.