Unfinished because the thread died, never to return. Rest in peace

>You sighed as you walked through town
>Everypony here seemed friendly enough, but none of them ever got too close to you
>Understandable you guessed
>You were an alien which made you potentially dangerous, not to mention the fact that you towered over everyone else here
>Shit got lonely though
>On top of that, every merchant, market and store you had visited tried to extort you
>You had no idea about conversion rates but despite this you knew you were getting fucked over
>You were constantly poor even though your construction business was booming
>You even had an illegal alcohol brewery in your cellar that you used to smuggle to a certain few ponies in town
>Namely Rainbow Dash, your number one customer
>Also yourself
>It was early evening and you were heading home from a quick ingredient run
>The streets were dead but you could swear you saw shadows moving
>Almost as if they were following you
>Your pace quickened as you felt unnerved
>Abruptly a small female pony burst out of a corner in front of you
>"Watch in awe!" She yelled in a powerful voice
>Fireworks began to shoot from her horn as she stood over you
>You hit the deck and covered your eyes, thinking it was some sort of assault
>She could be trying to shoot you with those fireworks
>Just as soon as they had begun, the magic fireworks ceased
>"The Great and Powerful Trixie demands you pay her for her stunning magical feats"
>You cracked an eye open and saw her standing over you
>She was asking you for... payment?
>For scaring you half to death?
"Are you out of your fucking mind? I thought you were trying to kill me!"
>You yelled, coming to your senses and now feeling rather pissed off as you stood up
"I'm not paying you shit!"
>She gave you an exasperated huff
>"Very well then, Trixie shall go and find another worthy of her magic tricks"
>There was a sudden detonation as some sort of smoke bomb went off, obscuring your vision
>You coughed and waved a hand in front of your face to clear the smoke
>Who was this crazy mare?
>As the cloud parted, you saw her silvery tail disappearing down a nearby alleyway
>It was then that you realised your wallet was missing
>That bitch!
>She had pick-pocketed you with her magic and run off!
>You sprinted to catch up with her
>Rounding the corner, you saw her at the end of a dead end alleyway sat on the floor
>She had your wallet clenched in her teeth as she looked at it with disgust and disappointment
>"Two bits?" She muttered to herself in disbelief
"Hey, give me my fucking wallet back you crazy mare!"
>You shouted, catching her attention
>"You only got two bits?" She asked sadly
>You walked over to her and snatched your wallet back as the light blue mare started to cry
>"I- I'm so hungry, I just need a few bits... please, I need to eat!"
>You sighed as your expression softened a little
"Yeah well as you can see I'm poor as shit too"
>She started to cry even harder, curled up in a ball under her cape and shaking
>You felt your anger rapidly subside, only to be replaced with guilt and concern as you relented
"Look... I don't have any bits but if you come back to mine I'm sure I could fix you up something to eat"
>At least you hoped you could fix her something up
>You didn't actually know the current state of your pantry
>Trixie looked up at you with hopeful eyes as tears still streaked down her face
>"R-r-really? I- I tried to rob you..." She sniffled
"Yeah well you're lucky I'm a soft git then. Might even fix you a drink as well, you look like you need it"
>She gave you a somewhat skeptical look but she didn't really have any other choice
>"Than you" She mumbled as she gave you a trembling smile before looking down at the floor
>You lifted her out of the dirt and then started to lead the way towards your home
>Trixie followed tentatively, keeping her distance and looking down at the dirt as you walked
>There was a somewhat awkward silence that persisted, but you decided not to break it
>Eventually you reached your house
>It was more of a cabin really
>One floor, made out of wood and only had a few rooms
>The alcohol cellar didn't come with the house, you had dug it out yourself to make sure you had somewhere to hide it
>Not like you ever really got visitors to hide it from though
>You pushed open the front door, dumping your brewing ingredients on the ground
"Well, here we are. Make yourself comfortable and I'll start up the fire and put some food on"
>Trixie stood lamely in the middle of your front room
>She was too nervous to sit on your couch, or too uncomfortable
>Her cape hung over her side almost as if she were trying to hide behind it, and her wizard's cap was pulled down, obscuring some of her face
>She did everything she could to avoid meeting your gaze, staring sadly at the floor
>You knelt beside the fireplace, stuffing some old paper in to start a fire
>You tried your lighter several times but the sparks kept dying before a flame caught
>You let out an exasperated sigh and were about to throw a tantrum at it, when suddenly the paper burst into flame
"Woah shit!"
>You leapt back from the fireplace, shouting in surprise
>Your attention was then drawn to Trixie as you saw a faint glow dissipating from her horn
>"S-sorry" She mumbled, cringing backwards
"Wait, you did that? Don't be sorry that was awesome!"
>She said nothing in response but instead blushed and shrunk backwards even further
"That's a trick I would pay for"
>You piled some logs onto the fire before it died out, impressed at the roaring flames that her magic had created
>Standing up, you patted the couch behind you
"Come on, sit down. Dinner's gonna be a while"
>Slowly she climbed up and sat, tucking her hooves up beneath herself and huddling under her cape
>She looked terrified, sad and overall pathetic
>You sighed as you walked into the kitchen, wondering just what you were gonna do with her
>Searching the cupboards, you realised that most of them were bare
>However, you were able to scrounge enough together for a decent meal
>Pasta and sauce with some random veg chucked in
>Even had a couple of pastries left for dessert that weren't stale yet
>While you left it to cook you headed to the cellar to grab some beer
>You didn't have much in stock, but enough for the evening
>You grabbed a barrel and hauled it upstairs
"Here, try this. Might make you feel a bit better"
>You said as you poured Trixie a glass and passed it to her
>She looked at it dubiously, then took a tentative sip, coughing and spluttering as she swallowed it
>You chuckled as she gave you a disgusted expression
>"This tastes horrible!" She exclaimed
"You'll get used to it. Trust me"
>You left to go back to the kitchen and serve up the meal
"I don't have any tables or chairs so we'll be eating on the couch if that's alright"
>You called into the front room
>Course it was alright, beggars can't be choosers after all
>She didn't respond, so you brought it into the room for her
>Her eyes lit up as she glanced at the food
>You set her bowl down on the arm of the couch, noting that she had drunk around a quarter of her beer already
>You then took a seat next to her on the opposite end of the couch
"Well, dig in"
>As soon as the words left your mouth she began to devour it
>There was no room for manners as she simply stuffed her face into the bowl and wolfed it down
"Fuck me"
>You murmured as you picked at your own while you watched her
>She was finished in no time at all, then she downed the rest of her pint, let out a tiny belch and licked her lips, sighing contentedly
>it was then that she noticed you staring at her with a gobsmacked expression
>She blushed furiously, hiding behind her hooves
>"I- I'm sorry, its just... I haven't eaten properly in over a week" She stammered
"No worries, I've just never seen a pony eat that fast"
>You got up to refill her glass and then took her bowl and started scraping some of your own meal into it
>"What are you doing?" She asked
"You're a damn sight hungrier than me Trixie, take some of mine"
>She looked taken aback
>"I- I couldn't. You've already been too generous to me. I don't deserve any of this. I tried to rob you..." She started stuttering before you pushed the bowl over to her again
"Nonsense, course you deserve it. Nopony deserves to starve"
>She grudgingly accepted her bowl back and began to eat again, though much slower and with a great deal more dignity this time