Thirty Minute Pony Stories

Rarity glared towards the opposite end of the bar. But she did nothing more than glare. She was a polite, sophisticated pony and she wouldn’t give in to saying any of the terrible, filthy things that came to mind.

The blue unicorn in the starry hat and cape raised an eyebrow back at her as if confused. Rarity grit her teeth in rage. Of course that pompous, arrogant witch wouldn’t remember her. That was just what she needed to make her anger stew a little longer.

To her surprise and irritation the other unicorn got up from her seat and walked over to sit down next to Rarity.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie wishes for you to buy her a drink.” She didn’t even look at Rarity as she spoke, turning her nose up towards the bar.

Rarity was dumbfounded. “I… I beg your pardon!” Rarity asked. “Why in Luna’s name would I buy you of all ponies a drink!?”

Trixie finally looked at her, raising her eyebrow in the same look of condescending confusion she wore earlier. “You’ve been staring at Trixie all night. You’re a fan of Trixie, are you not?”

“I most certainly am not!” Rarity shook her head. She held herself completely still, trying to keep her anger inside and not let it make a fool of her.

Trixie snickered. “Of course you are. You wish you could perform the same feats of wonder as The Great and Powerful, the Wondrous and Magical Trixie! And perhaps you imagine she could perform the same feats in private as she does in public.”

Rarity flushed red as she pushed those unwanted images out of her mind. “I imagine no such things! Please, go and peddle your private services elsewhere.”

“You imagine correctly,” Trixie continued with a grin, as if ignoring her completely. That was a worse offense than anything else. Rarity hated being ignored. “The Great and Powerful Trixie is also Generous and Passionate.”

To hear Trixie invoking the word “generous” was too much. Rarity slammed her hoof on the bar and shouted. “Begone from my sight you worthless, wicked mare!”

The bartender approached and Rarity waved him away. Trixie stared at her with her mouth hanging open. She looked different. She didn’t have the same cocky expression she had before.

“Okay, seriously, what’s your problem?”

Rarity blinked and pulled back in surprise. Trixie’s voice sounded completely different. “W-what?”

“You’ve been staring at me all night. I thought you were a fan, but obviously you’ve got some kind of problem with me.”

Rarity paused again. She felt as though she were talking to a completely different pony. She was simultaneously less angry because this new pony seemed much more reasonable, and also more angry because Trixie didn’t remember her.

“You turned my mane green, if you’ve forgotten.” Rarity straightened her back and regained her composure, her voice returning to the same practiced polite tone she’d been using earlier.

“Oh, did I?” She chuckled and looked at Rarity’s mane for the first time that night. For a moment she wore her usual grin and her voice returned to the tone Rarity was familiar with. “Perhaps Trixie thought it was an improvement.”

“Perhaps Rarity should improve your mane,” she retorted.

“Fine, fine,” Trixie waved a hoof as her speak returned to… normal, though it seemed strange to Rarity to think of it that way. She had never heard this voice from her before. But she couldn’t shake the feeling that this was her normal voice, not the other. “I’m sorry if my trick went a bit too far.”

“Barkeep!” Trixie shouted. “Two more of these!” She pointed at her glass.

When the bartender approached with the two drinks Trixie grabbed them both with her magic and placed one in front of Rarity. Rarity scoffed.

“I’m not sure why you think I’d want to share a drink with you.”

“Fine!” Trixie said. “Don’t drink it. I was gonna have another one anyway.”

Rarity shook her head. This was all too strange. “I don’t even know who I’m talking to. Are you Trixie? Or is Trixie… the other one?”

Trixie laughed as she took a drink. “Good question. That’s a very, very good question.”

Rarity let out a snort in anger. “What an honest way to live one’s life.”

“Oh yes.” Trixie grinned. “I’m sure you wouldn’t have any idea what that’s like.”

She downed the second drink in one gulp and tossed another few bits onto the counter with her magic as she stood up.

“Have another one on me, Green.”

And with that she walked away. Rarity turned red in anger and almost swiped the coins off the counter. But she held her hoof back. Perhaps she could use another drink.
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Comments by Kyronea:

Ah, more Trixity, only this time it’s an amusing blend of Trixie forgetting Rarity entirely—I’m amazed she could given she lost her cart in Ponyville—and completely flummoxing Rarity’s patience to boot. I like the mystery left over. It leaves me curious where this may have went if it were a longer story. Nice job, Robin.