Trixie had momentarily settled down to make a more comprehensive study of magic, desperately hoping to reach a level that would rival Twilight’s potency, completely failing to take into account the stallion who’d been practicing some spells earlier. He’d accidentally shrunk himself in the process and had hoped that the gigantic mare approaching would provide him with some assistance; instead his view was filled with her rear and he barely had time to shout before she sat right down.

As Trixie perused the book that had been left on the table she felt a slight lumpiness to the seat and so she squirmed somewhat in the hopes of finding a more comfortable position, the chair creaking in the process. She groaned in response. “Nuisance chair.” She muttered. “How dare you insinuate Trixie has gained weight.” After some time Trixie paused to think; she was sure she’d been told another pony would be here to provide some help in clarifying the subtleties of advanced magic spells.

When Trixie grew tired of waiting, and finding that her constant shifting had failed to relieve the sense of lumpiness in the seat, she took the book and went on her way to find a more comfortable place to study. However the stallion who’d been adhered to her backside might find himself unable to avoid being an annoying lump on any chair she might choose. There was one consolation, though. It seemed that the shrinking spell included a fail-safe that prevented him from experiencing any serious discomfort with this situation.