Pairing: Vixya (Violet/Trixie/Katya)
Summary: A run in with a fan goes horribly wrong for Violet when he curses her, and she must find a way to get Trixie and Katya to help her reverse it.
A/N: I’m so sorry about the long (long, long, long) wait, but here’s a little more to hopefully revive this fic! Thank you, @tisziny for never letting me forget this fic exists.
Also, Happy birthday, @theartificialwolf/@thepastpresentandfutureofdrag
Previous Chapters:
[Prologue], [Chapter One], [Chapter Two], [Chapter Three]
Also on [AO3]
Chapter Four: Obedience Class
After Katya had left with Pablo for a much needed obedience class, Trixie let out a breath of relief. Finally, she had a moment of peace since Katya brought that devil dog home. She opened up a bottle of wine that she kept stashed away for moments like these when Katya would be out, and after pouring herself a glass and sitting down on the couch with the television turned on to a Chopped marathon, Trixie opened up Instagram. There, she posted a picture of the makeup mess that Pablo had created before she had cleaned that up as well with the caption:
“Katya’s dog is literally Satan in a fur coat #RIP @Sugarpill”
Trixie snickered as the comments rolled in. Other than letting out an occasional laugh or chuckle, Trixie ignored the comments from random fans; however, she did pay a little attention to posts made by her friends and coworkers.
Pearliaison: honey was easy 4 me, what r you doing wrong?
Trixie rolled her eyes. She didn’t expect any help there.
Mrskashadavis: You got a poodle, right? They can be a challenge without proper training
Kimchi_chic: you can always eat it XP
Trixie laughed as she shook her head. Just like Kim, bringing it back to food.
Willam: You should totally bring the little furball over to the show tonight! Love to meet the little devil – willam
Courtneyact: @willam, oh, totally agree! bring him on down
Trixie shook her head with a small smile. She’d have to see just how obedience class went before she even considered bringing Pablo anywhere, let alone backstage at a club, especially after the disaster that was her makeup and Katya’s, admittedly ugly, shoes.
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Katya shoved open the front door with a grunt as she dropped one of two new dog purses onto the ground before she set the other one down gently to let Pablo out.
Trixie raised an eyebrow at the two bags and Katya’s sullen expression. “So…how was class?”
“Don’t even get me started,” Katya said as she forced the zipper open at the top of the black bag with a large red rhinestoned kiss on the side.
Violet leapt out of the bag with a satisfied huff before she headed towards the kitchen. She needed a drink after all the work she put in that day, and while she would have preferred alcohol, water would have to do for the time being.
“That bad, huh?” Trixie watched as Pablo trotted off to the kitchen with a faint frown. She’d made sure to shut every door earlier before she even sat down, so he shouldn’t be able to find anything to get into and destroy. Hopefully.
Katya walked over and collapsed on the couch next to Trixie. “He pissed on me!”
Trixie laughed. “Really?”
“As soon as I put him on the ground with the leash on, he peed on my feet. And after the class, I went out and got him a bag to carry him in, and he peed and puked all over it!” Katya pouted as she gestured to the pink camo-colored bag she had dropped in front of the door. “So then I had to get him a new one that he decided he liked better.”
Trixie ran a hand over her face as she tried to smother a giggle. “Well, hopefully these classes will pay off soon.”
Katya bit her bottom lip as she looked down at her knees as if the knobby bones held the key to the answer. “I don’t think they will…”
Trixie blinked her eyes as she turned to face Katya more fully. “Why not…?”
“Because…” Katya brought her hands together and laced her fingers. “Pablo’s been requested to…not join them again.”
Trixie blinked. “What?” She gave her head a sharp shake, hoping that she didn’t hear Katya correctly. “Are you saying that he got kicked out of doggy school?”
Katya grimaced. “Yeah…”
Trixie closed her eyes and rubbed them with her thumb and forefinger as she moaned. “Should I even ask how a little five pound dog soaking wet can be kicked out of doggy school?”
“He, um,” Katya’s toes wiggled, “somehow started a doggy riot and caused every dog to fight against their owners and against each other?” Katya said even though her intonation made it sound more like a question.
Trixie groaned as she pulled her hand away from her face. “He’s the devil.”
After getting a drink – How degrading, drinking from a bowl on the floor – Violet returned and sat at the edge of the kitchen and living room to listen as Katya recounted what had happened that day to Trixie and the terror Violet had wrecked. See, this is why when I tell you I don’t want to do something, you don’t make me do it. I don’t care if you can’t understand me, you still don’t do it. Like turning me pink! Violet shook her head, which travelled down her spine and through her tail. Plus, that first bag was hideous, and if I could have at the time, I would have shit in it as well. I mean, really, pink camo? Please. That shit is disgusting.
“I mean, seriously,” Trixie continued, “how could a dog that tiny cause so many problems in one day?”
Oh, same way I got everyone to hate me for the first couple weeks of Drag Race, hunty. Violet rolled her eyes. She would have smirked if she could.
Katya lowered her feeling heavy head onto her hands. “I don’t know. I just don’t know.”
Trixie frowned as she thought back to the messages she had received earlier. “Maybe Willam could have an idea.”
Katya lifted her tired head over to look at Trixie a frown, and she furrowed her confused brows.
