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Discharge

By sunbirder
Created: 2026-05-16 12:46:25
Updated: 2026-05-16 16:06:54
Expiry: Never
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    No.43244940
  2. 2.
    >>43244313
  3. 3.
    Trixie should've had an episode about negligent discharge
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  6. 6.
    >Be (You)
  7. 7.
    >Walking along a lightly wooded trail
  8. 8.
    >Beautiful sunny morning, just as scheduled by Ponyville's weather patrol
  9. 9.
    >Life is nice until you see Trixie's gaudy wagon through all the birch
  10. 10.
    >Dipshit likes to park it far away from your place on purpose
  11. 11.
    >Says she likes knowing the resident monkey would so willingly travel a long way for her
  12. 12.
    >It's kind of hot in a way
  13. 13.
    >Round the little campfire at the wagon's side and under the clothesline
  14. 14.
    >Said clothesline has multiple copies of her signature cape and hat clipped to it
  15. 15.
    >Being an ex-poorfag, you understand what that's like
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    >Finding the stairsteps up to the wagon's back door, you don't have to climb them to reach your fist up and--
  17. 17.
    >Several things happen all at once
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    >There's a sharp but loud 'pew' sound, hardly muffled by the wagon's interior
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    >Then a hole the size of a fingertip appears in the door's glass
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    >All thanks to the incredibly fast object that has since torn an equally small hole into one of those hanging capes
  21. 21.
    >Instinct takes over as you realize you're not so used to Equestria yet as to not forget what the fuck that was
  22. 22.
    >You leap away to the side a couple seconds after the fact, fighting with a mildly dry hat that blocks your vision
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    >"Anonymous!" merrily exclaims the offending mare
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    >You let your panic be known immediately as you tear the star-studded hat off its spot on the line
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    "HOLY FUCKING SHIT, TRIXIE!"
  26. 26.
    >Your angered shout echoes about the small forest clearing
  27. 27.
    >Trixie has her head hanging out the now open door with what looks to be a pistol floating in her pink magic
  28. 28.
    >She doesn't look amused at you shielding yourself with one of her belongings
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    >"Anon, please remove your grubby hands from Trixie's beloved clothing."
  30. 30.
    >She points and waves the gun at you, barrel first
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    >Not in a threatening way, but like she's substituting it for a hoof
  32. 32.
    >Oh this bitch
  33. 33.
    >"The only things Trixie allows either herself or her garments to be dirtied by are the screams of her adoring fans!"
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    "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! PUT THE GUN DOWN, TRIXIE!"
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    >You decide to dive to the side of the wagon
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    >The fact Trixie doesn't follow is a blessing, but through the fearful blood rushing in your ears, you can hear her talking
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    >"A 'gun'? That's what this thing is?"
  38. 38.
    >Suddenly, another shot pops off
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    >There's a woody thud as well
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    >You assume Trixie isn't retarded enough to look inside the barrel and pull the trigger at the same time
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    >For God's sake, she's something of carpenter and a pyrotechnician to boot
  42. 42.
    >Surely...?
  43. 43.
    >Carefully, you creep closer to the wagon's corner and peek around it
  44. 44.
    >In both dread and relief do you only see the pistol lying on the first step up to the door
  45. 45.
    >Poor Trixie is standing there in the doorway, her ears folded back as far as they can go
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    >She has a hoof rubbing at one, having deafened herself
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    >How the fuck did she not do that inside the wagon?
  48. 48.
    >Shaking your head, you drop your impromptu barrier of fabric and scoop the pistol up
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    >"H-hey! That's Trixie's property, you ape!"
  50. 50.
    >You don't even have to look at her to know the hand you've reached out with is blocking her from lunging at you via her forehead
  51. 51.
    >That's what you get for being small, bitch
  52. 52.
    >Ignoring her, you examine the pistol
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    >Kind of square, all black, has a short rail in front of the trigger guard for a flashlight or a laser
  54. 54.
    >Wait...
  55. 55.
    >It could've been a Glock, it could've been an S&W, or even a 1911
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    "Fucking Sig Sauer, Trixie? Really?"
  57. 57.
    >You turn to her with a look of a mix of dismay and disappointment, realizing her magic probably discharged the pistol for her
  58. 58.
    >"What?" she stops her struggling, her hooves having been batting adorably at your unmoving arm.
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    "You had to summon a fucking P320?"
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    >"You think Trixie knows what that means? For Luna's sake, just give it back already!"
  61. 61.
    >Her voice turns into a grumbled growl as she renews her efforts
  62. 62.
    >Bitch can't even be bothered to use magic to free herself
  63. 63.
    >Sighing, you turn the other way and throw the little gun somewhere beyond the thick, bushy perimeter of the clearing
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    >"NOOOO!"
  65. 65.
    >Trixie screams, at which point you take your hand back and watch her tumble out of the wagon and onto the grass in front of you
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    >She doesn't protest further nor do you get a chance to help her up
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    >She scrambles up as fast as she can and darts after her prize like a cat with special needs, making enough noise to make it seem like she's disturbing the whole forest
  68. 68.
    >Out of curiosity, you glance back at the door's vertical window and the bullet hole she'd punched through it
  69. 69.
    >You just know she's going to make you help her replace it
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    >She'll probably threaten you at gunpoint now that she knows exactly what it does
  71. 71.
    >You sigh again
  72. 72.
    >What are you ever going to do with this mare?

Discharge

by sunbirder