The base of the Wondercolt statue shimmered for a moment before a girl leapt out of it, somersaulting and springing up, arms raised in a triumphant and only slightly wobbly pose. Fireworks burst behind her, the familiar spell only slightly complicated by whatever the portal had done to her horn. “Beings of the hyoo-mon world! Behold and rejoice! For the first time ever, you may gaze upon the works and wonders of the Grrreat! And Powerful! Trrrrrixie!”

“We’ve already got one.”

Trixie dropped the pose and glared at one hyoo-mon who appeared to be unremarkability incarnate in a beanie. “What.”

“He said we’ve already got one,” said the greenish one next to him. Probably a him going by the voice, just as this one was likely a her.

Still, sexing ape creatures was hardly Trixie’s chief concern right now. “Really?” she said, wilting a bit.

“Yeah,” said Unremarkable. “She’s kind of a bi—“

“Big deal!” said the female, jabbing him with her knee. Was it still a knee on an arm? “Kind of a big deal around here.”

Trixie drew herself back up, brushing off the self-doubt like so much inconsequential dust. “As she should be. It is the duty of any Trixie to be beloved by—“

“You there!” cried an oddly familiar voice. Trixie turned to see Trixie, flanked by two non-Trixies, who were therefore irrelevant. Trixie glared and pointed at Trixie. ”How dare you steal Trixie’s Battle of the Bands outfit?”

Trixie scoffed, sauntering towards Trixie so as to maximize her cape movement. “Trixie did no such thing, lesser Trixie!”

“Lesser!?” screeched Trixie. “You listen here, horse Trixie—“

Trixie gasped, then delivered a glare of her own. “A whorse, is Trixie?” She smirked. ”Well, she’ll have you know she did research on apes before she went here, so she knows you don’t have the moral high ground there.”

Trixie closed the rest of the distance with Trixie. “Trixie isn’t sure what you mean, but she’s going to assume that was an insult.”

“You would be wise to do so. Almost as wise as Trixie.”

”That does it!” Trixie said with a stomp. “Trixie challenges you to… to a Trixie-off!”

Trixie tossed her hair, smirking at Trixie. “Trixie accepts! Prepare to gaze in Trixmazement!”

“That’s my word!”

“Ah ha! Already slipping out of your stage persona.” Trixie leaned in and poked Trixie’s nose with one of her weird hoof tentacles. “Point to Trixie!”

A pair of cranberry-colored force walls shoved the two Trixies apart. “That’s enough out of the both of you,” said one of the possibly-slightly-consequential non-Trixies.

Still, Trixie wasn’t going to jump to conclusions. As she got herself back to her feet, she said, “And who is this supposed to be?”

“Leave us be, Fuchsia,” said Trixie, who only collected herself faster because she didn’t have a hat to dust off. “This is a matter between Trixies.”

Fuchsia rolled her eyes. “So I gathered. You do realize you’re in public, right?” She gestured towards the watching crowd, most of whom looked away and feigned nonchalance as best they could when she did.

“Of course,” the Trixies said in eerie synchronicity. Lesser Trixie added, “What would be the point if we weren’t?” Trixie nodded in agreement.

Fuchsia facepalmed, then dragged her hand down her face. “Stars above…” She turned to the other non-Trixie. “Lavender, you want to help me out here?”

Lavender just stared at the Trixies, eyes wide and hands clasped. “And then we can dress them in matching Gothic Lollipop outfits and have them scowl at each other in symmetry and I’ll post the photos on Immediagram…”

“Lavender?” Fuchsia walked up to her and waved a hand in front of her eyes. “Earth to Lavender, please respond.”

“Huh?”

Fuchsia groaned. “I swear, if the next words out of your mouth are ‘It’s just like one of my Neighponese animes’…”

“No…” Lavender bit her lip and looked away. “More like this one light novel series I started recently.”

“Ugh.”

“Also, the Trixies are getting away.”

“What!?” Fuchsia turned to see both Trixies walking away side by side.

“So, what’s her story?” said pony Trixie.

“We met in freshman year. She keeps me from getting in over my head… though sometimes I may end up dragging her in over hers.”

“I have a friend like that. Though technically speaking, she doesn’t strictly know that I used the portal…”

“Hey!” Both turned as Fuchsia caught up to them. “Weren’t you two having a Trixie battle or something?”

“A Trixie-off, Fuchsia,” said local Trixie. “Try to keep up.”

“Besides, your interference completely ruined the atmosphere.”

“Mission accomplished, then.” Fuchsia’s expression softened into a half-smile. “So, want to show pony Trixie the sights?”

“I don’t know.” One Trixie looked to the other and smirked. “Would she deign to be seen with a lesser Trixie?”

Another form emerged from the statue. “Where is she!?”

Pony Trixie gulped. “Trixie would be happy to be wherever Starlight Glimmer isn’t right now.”