Trixie was a nervous wreck as she paced back and forth in front of the restaurant. Each lap found her gazing intently at the window of the clock store in the neighboring building. “4:24,” she mumbled under her breath, resuming her pacing. “4:25. 4:26. Where is she!?” She whispered to herself.

“4:30 on the dot. That’s what she said,” Trixie told herself as she held her head high to survey the area. Alas there was no sign of her date. She’d arrived nearly half an hour ago, wearing one of her fancier purple dresses no less, and had grown understandably anxious as she waited. And then a terrible thought occurred. Is she not coming? Did she ditch Trixie? Trixie shook her head violently. “No! She wouldn’t do that.” She told herself. “She’s not the sort of mare who would-”

“Hello,” came a dispassionate mare behind her.

Trixie jumped into the air before whirling around, adrenaline coursing through her as she lit her horn, ready to fight back against this… “Maud!?”

“The one and only,” she replied flatly. Maud was wearing her usual frock, though her eyeshadow looked a bit heavier than usual, leaving Trixie feeling a little overdressed.

With the poise befitting a runway model, Trixie composed herself and struck an elegant pose. “Fair Maud, so good of you to grace the Great and Powerful-”

“Trixie,” Maud finished. “I thought we talked about this.”

Trixie coughed, averting her eyes in embarrassment. “Sorry,” she squeaked meekly. “Old habits, as they say.”

Maud leaned forward and inhaled through her nose. “Old habits indeed. That’s the same brand of shampoo I picked out for you all those years ago.”

Trixie felt her cheeks burn. “T-Trixie remembers,” she giggled softly, happy that Maud noticed. Finally she met the mare’s eyes. “You’re as pretty as ever.”

Maud closed the distance between them and rubbed the mare’s cheek with hers. “I’m really glad you could make it.”

“W-w-well you know,” Trixie giggled nervously. “T-Trixie is busy with her show, but is always happy to make time for her biggest fans.”

Maud pulled back, meeting Trixie’s eyes with a soul-searching stare. She could see what Trixie was doing, boasting to cover up her anxiety. It hurt a little that the mare thought she still needed to hide behind bravado, especially around her date, but Maud decided to keep such thoughts to herself for the moment. “I might be an earth mare, but I’m really not that big.”

Trixie chuckled, a bit more at ease. “What’s that line stallions are so fond of? It’s not the size that matters, but how you use it.” Her eyebrows danced suggestively.

“Seems equally applicable to unicorns, as far as I’ve heard,” Maud dryly retorted.

A waiter came out to retrieve them, confirming they were the party that had made the reservation, and lead them inside. The restaurant’s lights were dim with slow music for ambiance, evoking a very romantic mood. Trixie and Maud were given a booth off in the corner, far from any prying eyes.

“Speaking of unicorns,” Trixie began as they perused their menus. “Trixie has heard your affinity for the horned tribe has not diminished since our last meeting. You’ve got yourself a stallion,” she teased.

“You heard correctly.” Maud’s ear twitched. “As far as unicorns go, I’d say he’s the most exotic I could hope for.”

Trixie nodded, giggling softly. “Remember when your sisters found out we were dating?”

“The horror,” Maud deadpanned as she recalled. The Pie sisters had given them no shortage of grief and teasing back during Trixie’s brief stay at the rock farm. “The worst parts were the endless barrages of congratulations. It’s like they were trying to make me strangle them or something.”

Trixie tried to hide her snickers as she recalled what had happened. Maud’s unicorn fetish was a poorly kept secret; one Trixie was made all too aware of when their relationship had begun. “They were just being helpful sisters trying to be supportive for big sis’s new relationship,” she consoled. “Although, Trixie did find it terribly amusing when they told of how you were so thirsty for unicorns that you practically threw yourself at any who gave you a second gla-OW!” Trixie yelped, feeling a sudden kick to her shin under the table. She peeked over her menu, only to quickly hide from the smoldering glare she received. “Trixie apologizes.”

“But are you sorry?” Maud asked flatly.

Trixie felt trapped. Maud had proved an impeccable diviner of truth, meaning any attempt at dishonesty would only land her in more trouble. She shook her head, only to give a surprised squeak when she felt Maud’s hoof gently stroking the spot she had kicked beneath their table. Daring to peek over her menu once more, Trixie was rewarded with her old crush giving her the faintest of smiles.

“I missed this.” Maud set her menu down and leaned forward. “I missed us.”

“Trixie missed you, too.” The unicorn leaned forward until their noses touched. They stayed like that for a while, staring down their muzzles into one another’s eyes until the waiter came by for their orders.

“How has life on the road been treating you?” Maud asked. “Still lonely?”

“At times,” Trixie sighed. “It helps to have magic as grand as Trixie’s for those cold, lonely nights, but nothing beats a real life body.”

“No argument here,” Maud agreed. “So do you still take in roadies, or is there somepony more…”

“No!” Trixie insisted, only for her ears to fold back meekly before straightening up in her seat. “What Trixie means to say is that, while she does continue to subsist off the affections of roadies, there has been no pony else.” She grabbed hold of Maud’s hoof. “There’s been no pony but you.”

Maud took hold of Trixie’s hoof, rubbing it gently. “So you’ve been saving yourself for me?”

Trixie blushed. Meaningless sexual encounters were, well, meaningless, especially given she was an un-herded mare. Her body had needs, so there was no shame in meeting them. however, as the mares gazed into one another’s eyes, Trixie was certain that Maud knew that the show mare’s heart belonged to none but her.

The waiter came by with their meals and the pair began eating, conversing over nothing in particular, until Trixie decided to address the elephant in the room.

“This stallion of yours,” Trixie swallowed nervously. “Is he… is it serious?” Maud had mentioned early in their reunion that she’d been dating the human stallion, but had been vague on many of the details. If she and Maud were getting back together, like she hoped, then she needed to know for certain.

“He’s my stallion. When my heat comes, he will be giving me a foal,” Maud deadpanned.

Trixie laughed nervously, finding her answer. It didn’t get much more serious than that.

“Is that a problem?” Maud inquired.

“Tri-I don’t know,” Trixie admitted despondently.

Maud slid across the booth until she sat beside Trixie. The earth mare pulled the unicorn against her chest in a powerful embrace as a hoof began massaging her back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Maud’s grip was not bone crushing, as it could easily become, but it was tight enough to let Trixie know she wasn’t going anywhere until Maud let her. Trixie felt herself smile. “Does Trixie have a choice?”

“Probably not.”

Trixie sighed in relief as she nuzzled against the warmth of Maud’s chest, inhaling her calming scent. “How can you be sure he’ll even like me? I mean, he’s a crown sanctioned stud! He can have literally any mare he wants, probably even the queens if he asked nicely enough. Why would he settle for a mare like Trixie?”

“Because he’s not nearly as full of himself as you might be imagining,” Maud reassured. “He’s actually quite humble and down to earth, exactly the kind of stallion you need.”

Trixie would have asked why she needed a stallion for that when she had Maud, but decided the earth mare’s grip wasn’t the best place to start mouthing off. In all honesty, Trixie simply didn’t like stallions all that much. She didn’t dislike them, per-se. Rather, among the roadies she had taken into her wagon; she had found the mares to be more pleasurable company, though even that wasn’t saying very much.

“He’s also a storyteller. Since you’re a show mare, I can only see good things if the two of you combined your talents.”

“Unless Trixie turns evil again,” she grumbled, only to yelp when Maud tightened her grip. Instantly Trixie realized her mistake, speaking ill of somepony Maud cared for.

“That’s not you anymore,” Maud reassured as she nuzzled the top of Trixie’s head. “You’ve atoned and made a new mare of yourself.” She began petting Trixie’s back as she heard the mare sniffle into her shoulder. “Not to mention that I’m here. I’ll protect my little Trixie from any more gaudy jewelry.” Trixie’s sobs turned into chuckles, much to Maud’s relief. Laughter, as a certain pink mare had taught her, was a wonderful medicine.

“D-does he know?” Trixie asked into Maud’s frock.

“He doesn’t. And he won’t until you tell him.”

Trixie tensed in Maud’s grip. The earth mare had grown up in a very traditional household, where lying was very frowned upon. Even secrets were a kind of lie the mare would only suffer for so long, and Trixie knew it.

“You don’t have to be afraid,” Maud promised. “He’s not one of your shallow roadies, wanting only a quick buck with the fancy out-of-towner before leaving forever. He loves me deeply, as I know he’ll love you too. Like you said, he’s a crown sanctioned stud, so giving out love is part of the job description.”

Trixie chuckled again, wrapping her forelegs around Maud’s middle. “Because that doesn’t sound at all like the shallow roadies,” she laughed.

“That’s another thing you have in common,” Maud added. “You’re both basically celebrities, so you know what it’s like to be surrounded by ponies who only know you for your fame and not your real selves.” Maud inhaled deeply. “He needs friends like you who can sympathize with his plight.”

“Not to ruin the tender moment,” Trixie began cautiously, “but why can’t you do that for both of us?”

“Yours is not a plight I’ve ever known,” Maud admitted. “Most ponies I meet aren’t nearly stupid enough to mistreat me like you and he have had to endure.”

Trixie laughed once more and pulled away from Maud. The earth mare had successfully rebuilt the unicorn’s confidence, and the unicorn could think of no better way to show her gratitude than a full mouth kiss. Trixie tasted a mixture of their meals, but pushed through until she found the delectable taste of Maud’s natural saliva, moaning in delight at her achievement.

Maud hummed softly as she let Trixie take the lead. Her technique had improved, exploring the earth mare’s mouth and finding her sensitive spots, but Maud knew that she could easily dominate Trixie if she wanted.

The unicorn was all too aware of this as she traced her hooves down Maud’s sides until they poked at her flanks beneath the frock. Maud, once aroused, could become an indomitable sexual beast. This was another thing Trixie had missed about their relationship, especially on those lonely nights. However, she knew that a public restaurant was hardly the place to awaken that beast, and so rerouted her hooves back up Maud’s belly.

“Trixie,” Maud growled.

“Yes, Maud,” Trixie whimpered happily.

“Do you remember what you used to call me, back before you left?” Maud asked as she nuzzled around Trixie’s horn.

“T-Trixie might,” she stuttered anxiously, feeling a tingle in her nethers at the memory. “D-do you remember what you called Trixie?”

“As if I could forget.” Maud emphasized with the briefest of licks to the base of Trixie’s horn, earning a shudder from the mare. “Will you come back to me, Pet?”

As if their make out weren’t bad enough, the mere mention of that word caused Trixie’s hind legs to rub together, trying to ease the burning tension. “If… if that is what Mistress wishes,” she whispered.

“It is.”

“Then that is what Mistress will have.”

Author's Notes:

This chapter, like most, was largely written in a day. However, it took an embarrassinglylong time to figure out. I wanted some character development for Trixie and, since I figured you were all smart enough to figure out who Maud’s new mare was, decided to spoil her appearance a bit early.

Like Maud, I have taken some liberties with Trixie’s character. She’s boisterous, but only to cover up her own insecurities. There’s a past she shares with Maud, but that will be elaborated on later.

Apparently there’s already more than a fair amount of Trixie-Maud shipping, as well as clops starring the two separately. I hadn’t ready much of either before starting this story, yet I still find myself following many of the same tropes. Maud, despite being quiet, is holding back a lot of passion and power. Trixie, despite her ego, yearnsto be with someone who can take charge.