“So Long, Fucker”, Rarity screamed at Trixie as she kicked her out into centre stage with the force of 20,000 suns.

“You actual shit, I cannot believe you done this”, belted Trixie. Her elaborate dress and stage-ware caused her to fall arse over tit and smash her face into the floor, causing catastrophic damage to it.

Well, you know what the say, “When the Fat Lady Trips”.

“I’m not fucking fat”, retorted Trixie.

“Yes you are dear, now why don’t you go have fun performing on your special show”. Rarity shot mean glaces at Trixie whilst laughing like a constipated horse.

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It was their special night. Trixie had spent all of her bits in order to put on the best stage show Equestria has ever seen. She had invested into absolutely everything. The grandest theatre with the grandest stage in Manehatten, invited hundreds of top celebrities and royalty and left absolutely no expense.

The subject of her amazing show? Rarity.

Rarity had an amazing habit of accidently giving oscar award winning meltdowns with no provocation whatsoever, which made her a perfect candidate for Trixies show. Trixie, being a believer in spontaneous and eccentric events presented the play with a concept that had never been seen before. No script whatsoever. NATURAL acting. Capturing the raw interaction of the most accidently talented pony in all of Equestria by stirring her up on stage to the amusement of others.

Rarity, given the chance of a fat payout by the end of the show and a platform to bitch about anything she wanted, agreed. Then promptly sat on her fat ass for several months while Trixie did all the work.

Trixie tried to get her to help. “It’s my show fuckwit! Help me out! I can’t be doing all this shit myself!” belted Trixie.

“No honey, you dont understand. Without me there is no show. So i’m going to sit here and get pampered while you get your little stupid head in a twist.”

Tensions between the two reached boiling point just before the show. Several public scuffles between the two ended up on the evening news and tabloids.

The perfect ingredients for the show.

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“Fuck you, Raritwat, I’m going to pull out my special weapon” screamed Trixie, still covered in blood.

At this point the audience of the play were getting frightfully confused. Was this an act? Was it actually real? Who the fuck knows lmao.

“Oh, what stupid trick are you going to pull now you inept fuck”, Rarity scoffed.

“THE아TRICKす” Screamed Trixie at the top of her lungs, frightening absolutely no one.

“Wtf is that Korean or some shit, how did you manage to splice that into your speech”. Asked a confused Rarity, getting more and more confused.

“ITS JUST TRICKERY UP MY SLEEVE, YOU SHIT”.

At this point, Trixies bizzare and slightly disjointed speech patteren concerned Rarity who thought she might of accidently smacked out several thousand brain cells.

“THAT’S RIGHT, I’LL BE THE TRIXIE EVERYPONY SHOULD KNOW!”

“Honey, are you ok, you sound like you’ve just eaten lead paint”. Blood started pouring down Trixies face as she starts manically laughing. The audience are enthralled by the theater antics, anticipating the next steps in the plot.

Then Trixie laughs so hard she chokes and fucking dies.

“Oh lol” said rarity, poking her hoof at the lifeless corpse of Trixie. The audience, none the wiser start applauding at the amazing “makeup” that sold the reality of Trixies death. The curtains draw for the intermission.

“Shit fam this is well baffed” Roadman Rarity mumbles to herself. “How the fuckie are we meant to fill like 2 hours of show”.

“Oh I know”.

Rarity then remembers an advert she saw on the TV that pays out 100k in-Home accidents to people who’ve been injured. Pondering to herself, she realises that if she gets that money she can start a tour of this show and fund her crippling Ketamine addiction.

She pulls out her phone. I am not sure where she keeps that. She is a fucking horse. Somehow she dials the number she remembered and gets through.

“Hey mate I think my friends fucking dead lol” says rarity in a pompus cunt tone to the operator.

“Oh no, That’s crazy. That’s a CIA Coverup right there.” replies a very loud and angry sounding dickhead.

“Sure fam can I have money now”.

“NO. WE NEED TO SPEAK TO THE VICTIM” screams the angry dickhead.

“She’s dead fam”.

“MAKE HER UN DEAD”

This was taking far too long. Rarity pondered for a moment and came up with an amazing idea.

Bone removal. Without Approval. Though, of course this would cause a 406 (Friendship not Acceptable) error, it was the only way she could get the money and continue the show.

Rarity started removing Trixies bones one by one, but as soon as she was half way through, the curtains draw up to an applauding audience awaiting the next act.

“Shit shit shit” panics rarity. “What the fuck am I mean to do??!”

Suddenly she remembers that baggie of speed she keeps in her PONEcase (hahah see what I did there fuck you).

Rarity then forces the baggie into Trixies snout and stamps on her floppy face.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAFLBLBLBLBBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBLBBLBLLB” Screams trixies, her face flopping like a wet pair of boxers because Rarity removed her entire fucking skull.

Trixie freaks out cause she did too much speed, running at full speed using her still in-tact lower half of her body whilst sliding on her front drawing trails of blood and skin across the stage.

The audience bursts into applause. Trixie then bursts apart on stage. The audience erupts in praise and the hyper realistic effects, with some ponies wiping a tear from their eyes at how beautiful it is.

Rarity starts galavanting on stage whilst Trixies half alive body wonders around in great pain to run out the clock. “Where is that fucker with my insurance money”.

Trixie then “stands” up on her hind legs, looking like a half a horse with a bag of multi coloured flesh garbage and screams.

“BLBLBLBLLLBLSLSLSLBLSBLSLBLSLBLSSLBL” the skin flaps project as the audience is at again, a loss for words.

Rarity, realising this is going no where quick, stepped in to egg up the audience.

“You here that everyone! She’s going to do THE아TRICKす (Supersaw Hoover Remix)”.

The audience looked a bit confused, but intrigued.

Trixie then started inflating like a swollen testicle thats being eaten half to death by a dogs chew toy. She then deflates, falls on the floor to the dissatisfaction of the audience who were expecting more of a show.

Suddenly, out of fucking no where, Trixie accidently summons Spongebob fucking Squarepants and derails the musical even further.

“HEY WHAT’S UP EHEHEHEHEHHEHEHEEHEHEHEH” Screamed the sponge, emerging from Trixies skin flaps. The audience erupted.

Without warning, a Ford mondeo with “INSURANCE CUNT” splattered down the side comes crashing down from the ceiling. The door swings open, beer cans and guns falling out. It’s Alex fucking Jones!

He then gets high on Horse Amphetamines and starts kicking the shit out of Trixie, punching Rarity straight on the nose for good measure as well. What a fucking Drama Queen (Absolute Trash VIP).

Alex looks down, wipes the speed from his nose.

“YEP SHE’s FUCKING DEAD ALREET, SHE GOT FUCKED BY THE CIA AND THE RUSSIANS”.

He then threw a wad of cash at Rarity and continued kicking the shit out of Trixies lifeless corpse.

The audience applauded with an almighty RawR XD.

The curtains draw. It was a sucesss.

Trixie used what was left of her magic to get herself back together.

“Ow, that stung” Trixie said, looking dazed out her mind.

“Wasn’t that the point Darling?”, comforted rarity.

“I guess. What’s the moral of this story? There’s always a moral.”

“YO BITCH WHERE THE AFTER PARTY AT” screamed a naked, sweating Alex Jones. “WE GOT the noiz brOz' a Warm and goOey reception for rarity's show AND ROBO PINKIES BREAKCORE PARTY. WHERE YOU CUNTS GOING”. Alex takes another hit of his Horse Amphetemins and yells. “AAAAAAAAAARRRHRHHRHR ARAHHHHH. FUCK THE DEEPSTATE”

“I unno I’m just gunna get fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucked” Rarity replied

Trixie nodded in agreement.

“The Click is a good place for a quiet drink as well?” Suggested Trixie.

“Nah fuck that after going through that shit i’m going to drink so much I start speaking Spanish”.

Several hours later, several cans of super strength lager and several bags of white horsepowder later, Trixie, Alex and Rarity were outside drinking bottles of hooch from a paper bag in a skip after being kicked out of every nightclub for being too fucked. Trixie passed the fucked out and started slipping away from the heavy load of everything they had taken

“amigo mío, puedes nombrar la canción como quieras. mi único pedido es que ella esté en español” stumbled Rarity. Gently booping Trixie on the face with her hoof.

Alex suddenly sobered the fuck up and started punching the shit out of Rarities face screaming “10 FEET HIGHER, 10 FEET HIGHER, 10 FEET HIGHER!!!”

Without warning, Rainbow Dash came pummeling down like a cunt. Shit so fast it red-shifted frrom the new year’s album onto here. With the force of a sonic rain shit she planted her hind legs into Alex’s skull and made it fucking explode.

“Wow my cock!” Gleed rarity. “That was incredible, Thanks Dashie!”.

“No problem stranger” Rainbow Dash tipped her fedora and flew away.

“Wasn’t that funny, Trixie” Rarity said, nudging Trixie”

“Trixie?”

She wasn’t moving. She wasn’t breathing. Her brain functions were failing. Inside of Rarities Decaying Mindscape, she realised that she had killed Trixie. This time, for realsies. No one wakes up from an overdose of Horsepowder.

“Well, might as well go out with a bang.” Rarity thought to herself.

Rarity then slammed head first into the still full baggie on the floor, taking an allmighty sniff half coated in Alex Jones’ blood. She loaded up her phone for one last song as they both slip away. But instead, it decided to play all of them at once. It was basically ULTIMASHCORE ON THE FRITZ.

“Goodnight, Porridge.” Rarity spoke softly as she closed her eyes. Never to wake up again.

The end.
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