>Your eyes snap open. The sexy tall one is in danger.
>Be Trixie, descending from the clouds like Faust's gift to ponykind that you are, gracefully coming down towards the streets of Ponyville for the third time
>Then, you hit an anti-magic field!
>You land to the ground with a stumble, already irritated at whoever would dare try to undermine the Great and Powerful Trixie
>The situation on the ground is familiar, the Ponyville simpletons have once again cornered your handsome human husband, clearly using him to get to you out of jealousy
>The human looks up gratefully, breathing a sigh of relief. He knows no one stops you
>"D-don't you make a move, Triskie! We're gonna kill the human dead THIS time, and there's nothing you can do about it!" one of the townsponies stutters.
>"Yeah! We turned off your magic, s-so you better not try anything!"
>You smirk, the kind that says you've already won
"Oh, silly little small town ponies, you think Trixie needs magic to hold victory over your little heads?"
>Reach into your Great and Powerful utility belt that you always had
>Whip out your Great and Powerful improvised explosive device, made from the gunpowder of spare fireworks and whatever small chunks of metal you came across
"Let's tame those EXPLOSIVE tempers! HYAH!"
>Toss it straight towards the shard from which the barrier is emanating
>"What is that!?"
>"Get away!"
>"It's gonna-"
>BOOM
>A burst of flame, a swarm of white hot shrapnel, and a blast of light
>You raise your cape defensively, shielding yourself and the human from the heat until it, and the magic suppressing barrier, fades
"Hmph! It's always a blast when Trixie is- oh."
>That's... a lot of viscera
>You're not a terrorist btw, this was an act of heroism
>Satisfied, you turn around to the cowering human, lending a hoof towards him.
"Up, dear lover. We will commemorate this day by having a LOT of sex."
>Wake up alone tangled in your hammock, squash soup staining your inner thigh
>Ugh, all over the sparklers you were gonna use for tonight's show