“Twilight, are you alright?” Spike asked. “You don’t look so good.”
Twilight rolled over in bed and pulled the blanket up. “I’m fine, Spike. I’m just tired and happy to be home.”
“You’re not home, Bitch,” he said.
“Huh?”
“Wake up, Bitch,” Spike spat.
Twilight turned to look at him. “Spike. . . don’t call me tha—
“Wake up, Bitch!” Trixie slammed her hoof down on the chitin of Twilight’s hind leg. It snapped with a sickening crunch and began to ooze green blood.
Twilight awoke with a scream as the pain shot up her lower back. She curled up her good legs and looked at Trixie with eyes wide in fear. “S-sorry, Master. Please d-don’t hurt m-me again.”
Trixie kicked Twilight’s broken leg, forcing it to curl up next to the others. She smiled as Twilight howled in pain and began to cry pitifully. “We have a show in an hour, Bitch. If you get the trailer cleaned up by then, I’ll heal your leg.”
Twilight watched as Trixie walked out of the trailer, locking the door behind her. They lived together in the small trailer, moving from town to town to do magic shows. When it was time to move, Twilight was forced to shapeshift into a stallion and pull her prison to the next town.
The inside was small enough, yet was lined with small cabinets, alcoves, and shelves. Trixie didn’t believe in any organizational system Twilight had ever heard of. Instead, she prefered to just throw stuff all over and let Twilight clean it up. It was the most useful skill Twilight had left.
With less than an hour until the show, she began tidying the trailer. She hobbled around the trailer on three legs. Bracing a shoulder against a wall, she’d use one leg to put the items away in their right places. There were books, capes, hats, and the empty case that once housed the alicorn amulet.
Trixie had not taken the accursed amulet off in months, maybe years. Twilight wasn’t even sure how long she herself had been with Trixie. She had lost track of the endless, repetitive length of time she had spent as an object owned by her. She shook her head when she found a knife laying on the ground, and put it away. The trailer had everything from whips to Griffonian knives, bats with nails in them to leather restraints. Trixie was capable of making Twilight perform any act her crowds desired.
The door swung open and Twilight stepped back in fear, putting weight on her broken leg. She whelped in pain.
“Bitch, I told you to clean this up!” Trixie levitated a book from a nearby corner of the floor and flung it into Twilight’s face.
Twilight collapsed, sobbing, as her nose began to bleed. “S-sorry, m-master. I t-tried.”
“Well,” Trixie levitated the book up, and hit Twilight in the head for emphasis with each word. “Next. Time. Try. Harder!”
“Y-ye—” Twilight stopped to catch her breath.
“That’s yes, Master!” Trixie kicked her hard in the muzzle, breaking her jaw. She then began to cast a spell on Twilight, as her horn and eyes glowed red. She healed her leg just enough for it to bear weight, and her nose and jaw just enough to slow the flow of blood.
“T-thank you, Master.”
“We have a show to perform. Get outside, Bitch!” Trixie strapped some saddlebags on Twilight and began filling them with props, before kicking her in the plot to force her out of the trailer.
She stumbled down the two steps to the ground, quickly scrambling to her hooves and staring at the ground. Twilight didn’t want to invoke further wrath. It was bad enough to be a worthless changeling, but she still knew deep down she was part Twilight. If Trixie ever realized this, she’d likely kill her on the spot. The only thing she hated more than wheels that she hadn’t thoroughly enchanted for safety, was Twilight A. Sparkle.
“Into the bar, Bitch.”
“Yes, master.” Twilight walked inside the dimly lit establishment, and quickly found her way to an impromptu stage. She lifted her eyes and found dozens of stallions and a few mares in the crowd. As Trixie’s fame and power grew, she had finally become known across Equestria. None were the wiser that her talent was owed to the wicked amulet. Each night her bitch, the Element of Magic, made Trixie hundreds of bits. Trixie would then perform great feats of magic to impress the crowd.
“The Great and Powerful Trixie presents, Bitch! The first changeling to be kept as a pet! After a heroic battle trying to rescue. . . Twilight Sparkle—” Trixie focused her magic on a nearby bar stool, snapping it in half at having to mention Twilight’s name. Had she not become famous for convincing that backwater town full of hicks in Ponyville that she had fought an army of changelings for their beloved librarian, she would never have mentioned the whore again.
“As I was saying, after battling armies of changelings, I killed all but this one. It groveled, and begged for my mercy. Tell them what you said, Bitch.”
Twilight gulped, and began her rehearsed portion of their introduction. “B-bitch said, please Great and Powerful Trixie. . . spare me, I-I’m just a worthless changeling, b-but I will s-serve you.” She reached a hoof back to stroke her tail like she always did when nervous, but it was no longer there.
Trixie smiled. “And Trixie, who is ever so merciful, agreed. We have traveled here tonight to Manehatten to perform our newest act! You may order Bitch to turn into anypony except the dead fraud Twilight. You may do anything to her, and Bitch will beg you to!”
The assembled crowd cheered, and the bartender began passing out a new round of drinks. Trixie paid the owner of the bar to keep the patrons drunk. Drunk patrons would pay more money to live out fantasies, and sex with the elements of harmony was a popular one. So was abuse, torture, and of course, rape.
Trixie began laying out items on the side of the stage. “A quick demonstration!” Trixie levitated a pair of scissors out and placed them against Twilight’s ear. She cut it off at the base and smiled when Twilight bit her tongue and didn’t make a noise. Trixie dropped the ear into a saddlebag to reattach later. She then levitated out a nail and hammer and placed them over Twilight’s left shoulder. With a loud crack, the nail was driven into her shoulder and vanished beneath the now-cracked chitin.
“And now my final demonstration,” Trixie said. She went behind Twilight and ran a hoof up her bitch’s thigh. “Piss, Bitch.” She placed a pet bowl under her and after a minute had passed, Twilight began to fill it up with her urine. It had a strong, pungent odor due to her being chronically dehydrated by Trixie.
The stallions around the bar began whispering to each other. Trixie carried the bowl around and put it down in front of Bitch. “Drink it.”
Twilight smiled, having long gotten past this stage of the act. “Yes, Master.” She leaned down and began greedily lapping up the foul liquid like an animal. Since Trixie rarely gave her water, and offered her food even less often , she had to drink her own urine or else risk dying of dehydration. It was one of the many disadvantages to her living hell of being stuck halfway between a pony and a changeling. There was no love for her to feed on, and her stomach twisted into knots each day waiting for a scrap of food.
Once the bowl was empty, Twilight licked her lips and forced a smile. The crowd began to cheer.
A large drunken stallion, larger than Big Mac, stepped forward and dropped fifty bits into Trixie’s lockbox. “Thish looksh like fun! Ah’ll take ah turn withsh the bitch. ”
“Wonderful,” Trixie exclaimed. “What do you say, Bitch?”
“T-thank you, s-sir.”
The stallion smiled. “I’ve always wanted to fuck Rainbow Dash, and have her suck my cock until she chokes on it.”
Twilight began to cry at the mention of her friend. It felt like lifetimes ago, yet she still did not want to defile her friend like that. Trixie shot Twilight one look though, and she gave in.
Twilight transformed into Rainbow Dash and crossed her hooves, looking at the ground nervously.
“Mind if I join ya?” A dark lavender unicorn stepped forward, swaying drunkenly. Twilight’s eyes went wide when she recognized the intoxicated unicorn dropping forty bits into the lockbox as her father.
“Da—oomph.” Twilight felt Trixie levitate her onto a barrel, and strap her down to it. It would keep her still while she was getting fucked. She quickly opened her mouth to call out to her father again, but felt a semi-rigid cock slam into it.
Twilight swallowed, looking down at the throbbing dick. There was rainbow hair being pushed down into her eyes as the stallion on top of her squeezed her head against the barrel and his cock. He began growing to fill her mouth, thrusting in and out.
The crowd was cheering and a couple ponies threw their empty bottles at the changeling whore. Twilight tried to scream in protest as she felt her father’s dick start to slap against her pussy. She found herself getting wet, more from arousal than a desire to be raped. Her pussy had been penetrated so many times that she had started to enjoy the pleasure it brought.
As the two stallions began to pump into her mouth and pussy, one of the pegasi in the crowd paid to borrow a whip. The pegasus eyed her stiffening wings, a sign of her arousal, and began to whip Twilight. He slapped it across her back and wings as she got fucked. She could feel feathers falling off, causing her wings to begin to shift back into their changeling form. Bits of chitin flaked off as her carapace was shattered.
Twilight found herself unable to breath as something slid down into her throat and expanded. She tried to make a sound, but couldn’t. Her eyesight could only see those strands of rainbow hair, and the dark grey hair around the shaft of the penis being forced down her throat. She flailed her legs to no avail.
Behind her, Twilight’s father grabbed her legs and yanked them down sharply, thrusting her further onto his shaft. She felt the leg that was injured earlier snap, and nearly tore in two. “Damn, this bitch is tight!”
The stallions and crowd saw her sudden struggle as a sign of her impending orgasm. They began to chant “Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” as the two stallions came inside her.
Twilight’s sore throat screamed in protest as sperm started shooting down it. She could barely feel anything but the burning in her lungs. When he finally started to pull back, he began shooting loads of cum down into her lungs. Twilight convulsed violently, only leading the two stallions to continue to thrust harder. Her father’s flared stallion hood rubbed against her pussy walls, leading her towards an orgasm she wanted so badly to resist.
When the stallion and her father pulled out, Twilight finally got a breath of fresh air. She began sobbing, until she heard Trixie growl at her.
“T-thank you, s-sir,” Twilight sputtered, coughing some of the cum out of her throat. She could still feel their cum oozing out her pussy and mouth, making breathing difficult.
“Surely that is not all you wish to try? The Great and Powerful Trixie can make her bitch do anything!”
“Hey, is that a baseball bat?” a mare in the crowd asked.
“Yes, it is!” Trixie said. “Ever wanted to kill a pony? Just name them, and you may hit Bitch as hard as you like!”
The mare stepped forward and to her surprise, it was Spitfire. “Well, as much as I’d love to break a few of Dash’s ribs for being a pretentious bitch, can this changeling turn into Lightning Dust?”
“Of course!” Trixie said. She looked down at Twilight, who was quivering on the barrel she had been tied too.
“P-please m-ma’am I d-don’t w-wan—” Twilight was cut off as Trixie gagged her.
An oversized bit that had been created to have several rough and sharp edges was forced into her mouth. Trixie quickly strapped it into place. “How much tighter would you like it?” she asked the crowd. They began cheering her on as she yanked the leather straps, forcing the bit and bridle around her head so tightly her eyes began to bulge out.
“Now, Bitch, turn into Lightning Dust,” Trixie ordered.
Twilight was crying, tasting the blood in her mouth, but still turned into Dust. The now blue and gold pony waved her tail around and curled her legs up as far as the restraints would allow her.
“That’s more like it,” Spitfire said. Depositing eighty bits into the lockbox, she picked up the baseball bat in both hooves and flew off the ground. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time Lightning Dust, you bitch.”
Spitfire brought the bat down as hard as she could on Twilight’s spine. She screamed through the gag as she felt the vertebrae snapping. Beneath the fake blue fur, she felt her chitin shattered, and long cracks spread in each direction. Green ooze began staining the illusion of her blue fur.
No sooner had she thought she could take a breath, a sharp pain shot up her broken hind leg as her hoof was shattered. Spitfire went around her and broke the other rear hoof, then her two front hooves. She continued to circle around, pounding Twilight’s hooves until nothing remained but bloody stumps and bony pulp.
Twilight cried and tried to imagine herself back in Ponyville, with her friends. The harder she tried, the more she found she couldn’t remember them. What had they done for fun? Did they ever really love her? Or, were they just the mean ponies who had run her out of town?
Twilight felt herself passing out and her illusion faltered. She turned back into a changeling and drooped against the barrel she had been tied too.
“Trixie regrets that the act must end soon so I may let Bitch recuperate. Would anyone like one last go at her?”
“I’ll go,” A burly orange stallion said. Twilight heard bits land in the pile in front of her. She couldn’t move, could barely breath, as her chitin oozed and her internal organs bled. Were she not a changeling gifted with an improved ability to heal, and adapt, she would have died ten minutes ago.
Barely hanging on, she felt something against her ass. She clenched her cheeks weekly as a bottle slid towards her anus. Twilight didn’t want to be violated, but couldn’t stop it. The bottle forced it’s way in dry, her body screaming in protest. It slid further and further in.
When the bottle was half-way in, holding her rectum painfully open farther than it had been stretched before, she heard the soft scrape of the baseball bat get lifted off the floor. Twilight closed her eyes as she drooled blood out of her gag. A second later, there was a loud crashing sound as he used the bat to ram the bottle up her ass. She could feel the fragments of glass inside her, and it only made her tighten up her ass more. That drove the shards of glass deeper, and Twilight began drifting in and out of consciousness.
There was one more gasp as the stallion rammed the baseball bat into her asshole. Twilight could do little but sob softly between rapid breaths as the bat was forced up her ass, driving the shards of glass further into her. Once it was in deep enough, the orange stallion mounted her to fuck her.
Trixie smiled as the orange stallion fucked Bitch in the pussy, while she bled out her ass. With the alicorn amulet, she knew she could heal Bitch after the show. So long as her brain and heart survived, Trixie could heal the rest with ease.
“Thank you, gentle ponies, for coming to my show tonight!” Trixie said. The ponies cheered. “Sadly, I must retire until tomorrow night. We will be at the Lusty Leopard tomorrow. Since it is a strip club, you can expect an even better show!”
Trixie looked down at the lockbox. There were only two hundred thirty bits in it. She frowned, angry that Bitch hadn’t stayed conscious long enough to earn four hundred. Trixie would have to punish Bitch for her insolence later.
Everypony began to disperse and either head home, or started buying more drinks. Trixie undid the restraints and levitated the broken changeling onto a small tarp she had brought along. She threw the saddlebags on top of her, and put the money she made in her own saddlebag. She then used her magic to drag Twilight out of the bar.
Twilight gasped a painful breath as she felt Trixie’s magic at work. The showpony only healed Twilight enough to get her moving, and let her heal overnight. If the injuries were serious, she’d fix the rest in the morning. Trixie wanted to make sure that Bitch didn’t try to escape.
Trixie fastened a leash around Bitch’s neck, and put the magical limiter on her horn. She dragged her outside by her neck as she struggled to regain her footing. Trixie locked the leash to the trailer. The chain-link cord that connected Bitch’s collar to the trailer wouldn’t break—Twilight had already tried.
“We only made two hundred thirty bits tonight, Bitch. I’m very disappointed.”
Twilight cringed. “S-sorry, M-Master. . .”
“Sorry, Master? I’m not a sorry master, you bitch!” Trixie kicked Twilight in the ribs as hard as she could, snapping two ribs. “There! That’ll give you something to think about, Bitch!”
Twilight curled up and sobbed in the dirt.
“Aren’t you forgetting to thank me, Bitch?” Trixie kicked her again in the side, causing Twilight to scream. “Shut your fucking mouth, Bitch!”
“Y-yes m-master. . . I a-apologize, Master. P-please, I h-have been naughty, Master. P-punish me,” Twilight said.
Trixie smiled and chuckled. “Good, Bitch, there is hope for you yet. Master will punish you for your misbehavior. In the morning, I will allow you to eat. If I hear a single peep out of you tonight, I’ll rip your vocal cords out.”
Twilight felt the leash tighten and lift her off the ground. She heard a nail driven through chain, and Trixie went inside the trailer, returning with something in her hoof.
“Now, let’s hurry this up so I can get my beauty sleep. One lashing for each ten bits short of four hundred, that’s seventeen tonight, Bitch. I’ll add two for each time you scream.”
Twilight closed her eyes and locked her jaw firmly shut. At first, she thought seeing the whip coming would help her not scream. With practice, she had learned to try and shut out the pain by withdrawing into her mind.
The first lashing of her punishment landed across her exposed chest. The cat o’ nine tails left several cuts into her exoskeleton. Each nick began to ooze a little green blood.
Trixie brought the whip down again and again. Twilight had managed to block out most of the pain, until the whip landed on her pussy. She screamed out, and quickly was rewarded by the whip landing on her muzzle. Twilight bit back a scream as tears flowed down her face.
“That’s two more for screaming, so you have four left.” Trixie cracked the whip in the air but didn’t hit Twilight. She opened her eyes in confusion, just in time for Trixie to bring the whip down at her face. Twilight quickly closed them as the whip lashed across her horn, ears, and eyelids. After two more whips, this time focused on her weakened leg, Trixie walked into the trailer and slammed the door.
Twilight took stock of her situation. She was standing on her hind legs. The chitin on one wasn’t fully healed, and hurt to bear weight. Small nicks across her body stung and oozed fluid. If Twilight took her weight off her back legs, the collar began to choke her. She had no choice but to remain awake, standing all night against the side of the trailer.
Twilight looked down at her good right foreleg. Closing her eyes she fought to prove that she was still the Element of Magic, the pupil of Celestia. She was able to focus a little magic past the limiter, and briefly turned her hoof lavender. It was the same beautiful lavender hoof she had once had when she was a real pony.
She thought back to the many hooficures at the day spa. Stallions had occasionally complemented her lovely, unique shade of lavender fur. Twilight recalled being able to blush, before a sharp pain in the base of her horn caused her spell to falter. Her hoof turned back to black. Twilight began to cry, unable to even complete that one simple act of defiance. All of her energy was being drained to keep her alive. “I’m no longer T-twil—I’m just, Bitch now. Even my f-friends, and Celestia, f-forgot me. She’s dead. . . I’m just a bitch.”
As she silently cried, she began to recount how she wound up in this situation. Her life had been nothing but pain for as long as she can remember now. Twilight just wanted to feel good again. Her hoof slid down over her pussy as she closed her eyes and lost herself in thought.
“Why didn’t you believe me?” Twilight sobbed and she pictured the mob of ponies trying to tear off her horn. The leg she had broken moments later took months to heal. Her hoof began to rub against her clit, taking her mind off the pain, if only for a moment.
“Please, I miss being happy. I just want to feel happy again.” Tears flowed down her cheeks. She couldn’t bear to open her eyes. Her hoof sped up it’s tempo, yet she knew Luna’s night sky was out there, taunting her. The sun and the moon reminded her of the life of royalty she had lost forever. She was just a worthless changeling now. The only thing she controlled was her own body.
Twilight found a rhythm and at last had managed to rub the sorrow away. She accepted the things she could not change and focused on what she could. It felt good to please herself and it felt good to please Master. If she was a good little bitch, Master would be happy and so would she.
The next couple months passed like most others. Bitch was tortured in every conceivable way. One pony had even paid five hundred bits for her to shapeshift into Celestia. They then shoved a bowling ball up her pussy. Needless to say, he had to use his magic and an ample amount of force to get it inside her. Even Trixie had trouble getting it back out, and she had the alicorn amulet.
The stabbings, beatings, fuckings, and constant verbal abuse had become the norm. At times, Bitch even found herself hiding an orgasm from Trixie when a pony was especially brutal to her. One pony had used a noose for leverage as he fucked her in the ass. Bitch came three times during that performance.
“Hurry up, Bitch. Worthless changeling!” Trixie shouted.
Bitch pulled the trailer faster up the hill towards Canterlot. The trail was long, winding, and brutal on her hooves.
“Seriously, Bitch? I don’t know why I keep you around. I’m rich enough now, and you’re act is getting old. Tell me, Bitch, why shouldn’t I just kill you and leave you in a ditch?”
Bitch swallowed, trying to wet her throat and lips which hadn’t tasted water in over two days. “Because B-bitch loves you, Master. Bitch lives to make Master happy.”
“Well, you’re off to a horrible start, Bitch. If you can’t pull the cart faster then I’ll at least get some entertainment on the ride. Turn into Big Mac.”
Bitch quickly shapeshifted into Big Mac.
“Now, how did this go?”
Bitch felt a bit, bridle, and blinders being strapped onto her head with magic. Soon, she looked a pony from the middle ages, who was forced to pull carriages and steered by Trixie tugging at the reigns. The large bit in her mouth would allow Trixie to steer her manually.
Trixie then levitated her whip out, and began cracking it against her skin. Each time Bitch slowed down, even a little, she got whipped until she doubled her pace. Every corner and small turn, Trixie would yank the reigns as hard as she could, snapping Bitch’s neck to face the proper direction.
Bitch was getting used to the pain, and found her pussy dripping from the abuse of her Master. At least Bitch was good for something. Towards the end of the hour long trek up the mountain, she could feel her bowels getting full. As Bitch was just a pet, she was not allowed to use a toilet.
Bitch took a shit as they neared the gates of Canterlot, drawing several disgusted looks from passing ponies. To them, they saw Big Mac, the respected member of the Apple family, pulling Trixie’s carriage and defecating in public.
“Is that Big Mac? Dear Celestia, I’ve never seen such a vile stallion,” an earth pony said.
Two nearby guards gasped, and glared at the stallion as if he’d turn around and pick up after himself.
Bitch just gave them an empty smile. “Eeyup.”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie will begin the show now! Our theme tonight is medieval times! Relics and torture devices straight from the Lunar Wars!”
Bitch was on stage in a small outdoor amphitheater. Magical crystals lit up the stage and there was a large chest next to their trailer near the back. Ponies in Canterlot were wealthy, and could afford to pay a large amount of money to live out their fantasies.
Bitch used to wonder why Celestia allowed torture of changelings for profit. She had learned in the first week since the accident that ponies did not acknowledge that changelings had rights. They were less than an enemy, they were evil parasites that did not warrant any of the rights of a farm animal.
Blue Blood was first on stage. “Have her turn into Sweetie Belle.” He threw a large bag, likely with several hundred bits in it, into the chest.
Bitch smiled and turned into Sweetie. The strain of the transformation and months of practice let her slide effortlessly into her role. “Sweetie wants to be fucked so I can get a cutie mark!”
Blue Blood smacked her in the face with his hoof. “Stupid fucking cunt! You worthless whore, get on your knees and beg for it!”
The copy of Sweetie got on her knees, and let her eyes tear up. “P-please, Blue Blood—”
He jammed his hoof into her eye, then hit her in the side of the head. He waited until she crawled back to her knees. “That’s Prince Blue Blood to you, slut.”
“P-Prince Blue Blood,” Bitch said. “I’ve b-been a bad p-pony. P-please, fuck me.”
Blue Blood smiled and Bitch could smell the booze on his breath. He levitated over some chains, fastening them to the eye bolts Trixie had drilled into the stage earlier. Soon, Bitch found herself tied to the stage, spread-eagle.
“Trixie, help me with this,” Blue Blood said.
Bitch couldn’t see what they were doing, but she heard the banging of metal, and felt the warmth of a fire behind her. She didn’t have to wonder long when Blue Blood levitated a large, red hot, metal brand in front of her. The letters “BB” were glowing hot.
“Yay a cutie mark! Make me your property, I want to be your toy.”
He smiled and looked down at her. “A common street rat like you is fit only to be fucked and locked away. You’re my dirty whore. Now, say it.”
Bitch was watching the red hot brand as the heat radiating from it began to register. She began sobbing. “I-I’m your d-dirty, dirty w-whore, Prince.”
Blue Blood walked around and slammed the brand on her flank. Bitch screamed and flailed as he branded her, holding the metal in place far longer than was necessary. The smell of burnt chitin she had become all too familiar with filled the air.
When the brand was cold, he finally removed it. Blue Blood reheated the brand while she was squirming. Bitch tried to slow her breathing as she wiggled around, eager to get fucked. That was when he slammed the hot brand down onto her other side. This time she screamed loudly, and reverted to her changeling form. The crowd went wild, cheering, to see the evil changeling punished.
Bitch struggled to recast her spell and assume the proper shape. When Blue Blood was done branding her, he lined himself up and began fucking Sweetie Belle’s tight young pussy. Bitch felt her pussy tearing open and couldn’t accommodate his cock inside her. He didn’t last long in his drunken state. He pulled out and walked around to her front. He finished, shooting his load onto her face. Bitch licked it up. “Thank you, sir.”
Trixie cast a spell on Bitch’s flank, erasing the mark of BB. Before Bitch could properly thank master, she felt another hot iron jammed into the tender chitin on her flanks. She knew better than to scream, and Bitch bit into her tongue to muffle her protests. Once Trixie was done, she tossed the branding iron to the side. Twilight looked back and saw two sizzling cutie marks that matched Trixie’s own cutie mark on her flank.
The next stallions onstage were Flim and Flam. The two brothers had always wanted to fuck Applejack, in more ways than one. While Trixie took their money and stored it away, they got in position next to Bitch.
“Turn into Applejack, you slut,” Flim said.
“Yes, sir.” Bitch turned into Applejack and felt a small twinge of guilt assuming her roll. “Ay reckon y’all are here ta fuck me?”
“Shut up, dumb cunt.” Flam yanked back on her mane, wrapping two hooves in it for leverage.
Bitch complied, while Flim slid under her and wiggled until he was in position to fuck her pussy, while she stayed chained to the stage. Flam stood above her, toying with her ass as his dick got hard enough to penetrate her.
Bitch watched as Trixie mounted two red hot pokers onto small blocks of wood, and used her magic to bolt them to the ground. Trixie walked up in front of her and addressed the audience. “Now, ladies and gentlecolts, how about a friendly wager? I’ll be taking bets on whether or not the bitch gets her eyes poked out while they fuck her.”
Trixie waved down to the ground. Flam pulled her head as far back as he could, and Trixie lined the red hot pokers up until they were only an inch from her eyes.
“Place your bets! Will she manage to hold still and not get her eyes poked out? Will Flam be unsatisfied and shove her face-first into fiery death?” Trixie asked.
Bitch began to cry, closing her eyes. Trixie saw this, and used her magic to summon over a tube of superglue and glue her eyelids open. “Ah n-need ta be fucked, Flam. Fuck me, Flim,” Bitch said.
The two brothers smiled, and started thrusting into Bitch. In her orange shell of an earth pony, she found it difficult to hold still. When the brother’s would thrust in tandem, her head would get shoved forward until the red hot pokers grazed her eyeballs. Sometimes Flam would rip her mane back, pulling her head a safe distance from the pokers, but causing sharp pains to shoot through her spine. Other times, Flam would let go to change his grip, and her head would fly forward, nearly impaling itself on the red hot spikes.
For twenty minutes she fought a losing battle with the pokers, which were leaving several cuts on her now bloodshot eyes. Finally, the brothers came inside her. They continued to fuck her until their cum started squirting out onto their shafts.
Once Flam was done, he looked out on the crowd. “What do you think?” He lifted a hoof in the air and pointed at the pokers.
The crowd went wild, and Bitch strained against his hooves as he pulled her head as far back as he could. Her neck began to crack. “T-thank you, s-sir—”
Flam shoved Bitch’s head forward, impaling both her eyes on the red hot pokers before she could react. Her blood curdling scream filled the air, sending the crowd into a wild frenzy. Trixie began divvying out the losing pile of bets to the assembled ponies.
Bitch could feel her eyes melting from inside her skull. The pokers scrapped along the bone as the eyeballs oozed out of their sockets. A runny liquid sizzled and leaked out quickly, while a thick goop slowly dripped to the ground.
Trixie continued the show despite Bitch’s blindness until just past midnight. The last pony to come up was the most surprising of all. Luna, princess of the night, had come to vent some frustration.
“I’ve always wanted to burn a certain pony at the stake. How much for that?” Luna asked.
“Hmm,” Trixie asked. “I suppose a thousand bits for a princess, and you can burn her at the stake.”
Bitch heard the word princess, and recognized the voice. In front of her stood Luna, and yet she could care less. She was just like every other pony who hated anypony different than themselves. Bitch wouldn’t have been surprised if Celestia wanted a turn abusing the changeling.
Luna threw a couple coin purses into the chest. With their help, Bitch stumbled over to a large wooden pole in the ground Trixie had just put in place. A part of her began to resent Trixie, just like old times, as she imagined what it’d feel like to be burnt alive.
“Well, Luna, what pony do you want to burn at the stake?” Trixie asked.
Luna smiled and pulled out another large coin purse. “I know your one rule, Trixie, but I want to burn that whore Twilight at the stake. Ever since she defeated me on the night of my return, I’ve wanted payback on that arrogant bitch that sought to replace me as ruler of the night.” At the mention of her name the entire crowd began to cheer.
Bitch tilted her head to the side. The name sounded familiar, but she couldn’t recall that life very well. She couldn’t imagine why everypony would hate this Twilight so much. Wasn’t she just some librarian? Had she really fought a princess?
Trixie finally recovered and wiped the grimace from her face. Luna wasn’t the only one who thought it’d be fun to watch Twilight burn at the stake. The sound of bits being thrown on stage had finally convinced Trixie to let the changeling imitate her most hated nemesis. “You know,” Trixie explained, “I always wanted to kill that whore Twilight too. Sure, go for it.”
The words finally registered, and Bitch knew that Luna had just paid to kill her. “B-but, Master, Luna, p-please you c-can—”
Luna used her magic to grab Bitch’s tongue. A moment later, she felt the red hot poker from earlier in the evening press against her tongue, quickly burning through it and severing it.
Bitch sputtered some blood and tried to speak, but made only muffled noises without use of her tongue. She began to cry as she realized Twilight was the reason she was going to die now. It was no wonder everyone hated that stupid pony, and that was enough for her to know she hated Twilight too.
Bitch looked towards the sound of Trixie’s voice. She was now blind and mute, and her body was wracked with pain from multiple burns, stab wounds, and broken bones. Bitch could hear firewood being stacked around her legs and smelled the kerosene. Her master had given her some pain killers to keep her conscious longer as the bits flowed in. Now, she could barely understood a word Master said as the painkillers wore off.
A part of her snapped and she began to chuckle. It sounded like she was choking, but soon everypony could see her smile. The chuckle grew to laughter, and soon she was cackling like a mad mare.
A hoof hit her in the nose hard, shattering it. “Turn into Twilight, Bitch,” Trixie yelled. “Quit fucking around!”
Bitch focused past the pain and on her faint recollection of Twilight Sparkle. She pictured the blue, no purple coat. Her chitin was replaced by that lavender fur, marred only by the several wounds inflicted earlier that performance. She began to recall a flat, plain mane cut, and it appeared.
As Bitch tried harder to remember what that vile pony Master hated so much looked like, small memories came back to her. Anger filled her as she recalled that spoiled brat, who had everything in life handed to her. Rage filled her as she recalled how quickly every single pony she loved turned on her. Hatred consumed her as she heard the laughing crowd.
Bitch felt the flames as soon as they ignited, singing all the hair off her shapeshifted form. They were already reaching up to her hips, and she started to laugh again. Bitch began to scream in giddy excitement as the burning sensation was mis-registered by her brain.
Kicking as hard as she could, she tried to knock all the burning logs out of the hastily made fire pit. Unlike flesh, her chitin continued to burn even after the outer-layers had been consumed by the fire. She couldn’t break free, she was stuck there laughing at how amazing the excruciating agony felt to her addled mind.
The chitin slowly began to crack as the wet flesh beneath it expanded in the heat. The pressure building in her joints caused a popping noise as it burst through the chitin.
Bitch had spent months, possibly years, being abused. She had lost count, even learned to enjoy pleasing Master. This pain was unlike any before, unlike the feel of chitin getting scorched. Every fiber of tissue in her hind legs was screaming in burning agony. The pressure was building, ripping her chitin open. She could feel every second of it, and there was nothing arousing about it this time.
The flames were burning her pussy and ass. She emptied her bladder and bowels, looking up into the air and screaming. Her abdomen was expanding as it heated up. Her chitinous skin was distending as it heated, but had not yet cracked.
Her delirium ended abruptly as every nerve ending in her clit was roasted by the flames. She suddenly was fully aware of what it felt like to have the flames consume her exoskeleton and muscle one millimeter at a time.
She felt the snap as her hip joints and legs split open. There was no longer any chitin connecting her lower legs to her stomach. her hooves had finally started to dull from the pain, yet her agony had only just begun.
Bitch lost her focus, and the spell reverted. As soon as she took on her changeling form, the crowd boo’d in disappointment. She felt Trixie’s magic, forcing her back into the shape of Twilight Sparkle and holding her there.
The heat of the flames had reached her lungs and heart. Her chest and abdomen were swelling, and the chitin around her thorax finally began to show stress fractures.
Bitch was grunting, trying to breath as her expanding chest prevented her from exhaling. She felt the chitin beneath her fake fur rip. A large gash from her throat to her pussy opened up, and her organs began to spill out. Bitch felt Trixie’s magic, holding her together, as more and more chitin snapped apart and fell into the fire.
All four of her legs had gone limp, and she felt like they were encased in molten lead. Her abdomen had been split wide open and chitin continued to crack and explode, as if the sun itself were roasting her alive. Her horn began to emit waves of magic as her brain was overloaded by the pain. She felt her spiraled horn explode like popcorn, showering keratin everywhere.
Bitch couldn’t take it anymore, feeling her delusional mind shutting down. One moment the pain was agonizing, the next it was enjoyable again, and the moment after that, her world faded to black.
Bitch woke up next to the trailer on a familiar tarp. It was late at night, or early in the morning. Her entire body felt like a dragon had roasted it, eaten it, and then shat it out.
She wanted to look down and examine her wounds, but couldn’t. The chitin from halfway down her chest to the tip of her hind legs was completely gone. Pieces of the charred chitin lay all around her. Both her wings had been completely burned off. Her horn had overloaded and fractured, and her forelegs were only barely better than her hind legs.
“About time you woke up, Bitch. I didn’t want to waste my energy healing you unless I knew for sure you’d survive. I guess I have to save you now, don’t I?”
Bitch opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t utter a word. She recalled one time when she had greatly pleased Master. That was the first time Master had allowed her to lick her pussy until she came. Bitch stuck her tongue out and lapped at the air.
“What’s this?” Trixie said with a wicked grin. She walked over next to Bitch’s head. “You want to please master?”
Bitch managed to nod her head slightly.
Trixie sat down on her face, crushing it with her pussy. Bitch couldn’t breath, and could barely move, but felt content anyway. This proved Master still loved her, that she never intended to kill her. She began to lap, lick, and suckle Master’s dripping wet pussy.
Bitch stole an occasional gasp of air, and soon Trixie came, squirting her sticky urine all over her face. It tasted like warm piss, sweat, and shame. Bitch lapped it all up.
Trixie got up and got to work healing Bitch. “You’ve made master happy, Bitch, so I’ll fix you good as new.” It took almost a full hour for her to put her back together.
She managed a weak smile, still unable to speak. Feeling returned as the alicorn amulet and Trixie’s horn glowed brightly. The final connections between her brain, nerves, muscles, and chitin were formed. Bitch gasped a fresh breath of air, and found her ability to speak return. She slowly stood up.
“T-thank you, m-master, you are v-very kind,” Twilight said.
Trixie walked into the trailer. “Come inside, Bitch, you may sleep on the floor tonight for your good behavior.”
Bitch followed Master inside the trailer, watching her latch the door behind them and turn on the light inside. There was a small round bed made for a pet cat in the corner. In the middle sat a collar, with an engraved heart that read “Bitch. Property of Trixie Lulamoon.” There was even a small water and food bowl.
“Trixie is feeling most generous, to celebrate the one year anniversary of you surrendering and becoming my bitch, Bitch.”
She took a step forward and pinned Bitch to the wall. “I’m willing to let you be my pet. However, if you ever shapeshift into that fucking cunt Twilight again, I’ll kill you before the first hair turns purple. I’ll burn you alive myself if you ever let anypony turn you into that filthy fucking whore again.”
Trixie let her down and walked towards the nearby bookshelf. She lifted up a large snow globe of the Crystal Kingdom. “It’s so infuriating I have to start treating you like more than a stage prop! You, the fucking bitch, are what the ponies come to see. No matter how powerful I am, all they care about is beating the fucking changeling to death!” Trixie spun around, and smashed the snow globe in Bitch’s face, sending her to the floor.
“M-master, I have b-been naughty, p-punish me.”
“No shit!” Trixie screamed. She began pacing around the small room. “Worthless, Fucking worthless! Couldn’t even help me take over one fucking hick town. No, instead you become a fucking sideshow attraction! The Great and Powerful Trixie’s fuck-toy. The changeling that never dies! You’re a worthless pile of excrement, and yet I’m forced to drag you along!”
Bitch looked at her new bed. “Bitch j-just wants to make y-you happy, Master. Bitch w-wants to be your p-perfect pet! P-please let me be a r-real pet!”
“Ugh, fine! Make me a fucking sandwich, Bitch.” Trixie walked over and sat down at the small table in the trailer.
Bitch hurried to the ice box in the trailer and began pulling fresh vegetables out. Once again, her nose was bleeding and her eyes were watery. She did her best to make sure not a single drop of blood hit the sandwich, or she’d be sleeping outside again. After a moment she had prepared the meal, and carefully carried it over to Trixie in her mouth, ensuring she did not drool by holding her breath.
“Bitch!” Trixie slammed the side of Bitch’s head with a hoof as soon as the bowl was safely on the table. “I am not a fucking animal! You will bring Trixie eating utensils and tomato juice at once!”
“Y-yes, Master.”
She hurried over to the small cabinet that served as a pantry. Pulling out a glass and a bottle of tomato juice, she carefully poured Trixie a full cup. Bitch grabbed a knife and fork, carrying them over with the tomato juice.
Bitch tripped on the base of the snow globe that had been broken over her face earlier. The tomato juice spilled all over the cheap carpet, and she dropped the utensils. She got back to her hooves and began picking up the silverware.
“Incompetent parasite! You’re not a pony, you’re not even a fucking animal. You’re my property, you do what I say! Maybe if you never fuck up like that again, Bitch, then maybe one day I’ll let you lick the shit off my hooves without a stallion paying you to d—”
Trixie tried to look down at her throat as her eyes went wide and her voice died out. A bloody knife was jutting out the side, and she collapsed to the floor before she could raise a hoof.
Bitch pulled the knife out, and stabbed it into Trixie’s chest over and over until she stopped hearing the gurgling sound of her blood-filled lungs. The alicorn amulet stopped glowing and fell off her neck. Trixie was finally motionless, with her mouth and eyes frozen wide open in terror.
A full year of being abused—all that rage—released in half a second. Bitch smiled.
Looking around the room filled her with a sense of dread. She had never been allowed to touch Master’s possessions without permission. The trailer was full of arcane artifacts, books, props, and torture devices. Bitch timidly ran a hoof along the ornate glass display case of the alicorn amulet.
Looking at the ground, she saw Master’s most prized possession sitting idly on the floor. She reached down and picked up the alicorn amulet. Bitch snapped it around her neck, and a brilliant red light filled the room.
Bitch had never experienced such power, not even lifetimes ago around the Elements of Harmony. That was a power of spirit, a combination of energies. This amulet was raw, untapped arcane energy. A pure conduit from the source of all magic directly to her body.
It was intoxicating.
Bitch fired up her horn, quickly changing her appearance. She glanced down at her light blue hooves and smiled. Her flowing blue and white hair were a perfect replica of the corpse laying on the floor.
Bitch fired up her horn, erasing the corpse from existence with a puff of sulfur. She turned and looked into the nearby mirror, and adjusted her mane. With a smile, she used her changeling magic to hide the amulet from sight. She was just a normal unicorn now.
She was Trixie Lulamoon, most famous magician alive in Equestria. A grin crossed her face as she became happy for the first time in over a year. Now she would have all the time she needed to get revenge on everypony.
Fluttershy could go first. The scared whore who couldn’t even stay in her fucking cottage when the changeling incident had first occurred. Lifetimes ago, she could have used a pony like her to spare her years of abuse. Trixie didn’t know, and didn’t care. That cunt would be choking to death when Trixie shoved Angel down her throat.
Dash would be a logical next choice. That lesbian piece of shit sent a whole weather team after her to hunt her down. Dash even had the gall to break one of her legs before she had teleported to safety once. Trixie would dress up like a spy, and choke her to death with a garrote in her own cloud home.
And Rarity, the dumbest fucking drama queen Trixie had ever met. She would snap off her horn and make her watch as she brutally tortured, fucked, and killed Sweetie Belle. Then, she would hand Rarity a knife and wait until she slit her own throat.
Applejack and her whole fucking family would be next. Even the Element of Honesty couldn’t tell that Trixie had been telling the truth. She had run her out of town just like everypony else. She had helped kill Twilight Sparkle on that night so long ago when the spell backfired.
Pinkie Pie would be forced to throw a party. The theme would be “I just killed all your friends and now we’re going to throw a party while I torture you to death.”
Last for revenge would be Luna, the incompetent bitch who should have been left on the moon to rot. Perhaps Trixie could send her back, with her sister to keep her company. She’d be the hardest to eliminate, so the easier ponies should die first.
Trixie climbed in bed and cast a mild sedating spell on herself to help fall asleep more quickly. There were simply so many wonderful ways she was going to get revenge, that she was too excited to sleep.
Later that night there was a knock at the door. The amulet flared, allowing her disheveled mind to hold itself together so she could focus. Memories and the personality of Trixie Lulamoon clicked into place.
Trixie opened the door. “Who dares wake the Great and Powerful Trixie up at this hour?”
Before her stood Dash, Rarity, Pinkie, Applejack, and Fluttershy. “Howdy, we uh. . . hate ta disturb ya this late, Trixie,” Applejack explained. “We heard ya had a changeling in your act and well, ya remember a year ago we lost a dear friend to a changeling.”
Dash stepped forward. “Yeah! And I talked to a couple Pegasi I know. They swear Twilight Sparkle got trapped as a changeling, and they had these letters to Celestia to prove it!” She pulled the letters out of her saddlebag.
“How dare you speak that whore’s name to me! She ruined my life, twice! You idiots believed that imposter over me! No, Ponyville deserves exactly what it got,” Trixie said. “Look around.”
She stepped aside, and Dash darted into the trailer. The others glanced around outside.
“See?” Trixie said. “Trixie owns no changeling, it’s all an illusion. Smoke and mirrors, magic, not real. The changeling you saw me in town with a year ago was a filthy wretch I caught in a trap, a mere bug. I killed it when it failed to produce any valuable information.”
Fluttershy fell to her knees and started crying. Pinkie went up and nuzzled her, as her mane deflated. “It’s okay Fluttershy.”
She couldn’t look at Trixie, or Pinkie, as she spoke. “Then it’s true,” Fluttershy stated. “Twi—Twilight Sparkle is dead!” Fluttershy broke down and cried, rambling incoherently.
“Ugh, you ponies are pathetic! Now, leave Trixie alone!” Trixie shoved Dash out of her trailer and slammed the door.
She went over to her small bed and climbed in. Glancing down at the small pet bed she finally had the perfect idea what to do with it. She would kidnap Dash, and make the pegasus her bitch. After all, every great magician needed a bitch.
Her old friends that betrayed her had just been here and suspected nothing. It would be too easy to kill them. Perhaps Trixie could keep more than one of them as her new bitch too. In time, she could cast the changeling spell again and make her own bitch. She’d keep them outside like the worthless peons they were, shackled to the trailer. Dash definitely had the nicest plot, and with her magic she could keep that pussy nice and tight as she sold the slut to the highest bidders.
A month had passed and things were going perfectly. After some careful planning, she had murdered Spike, the Apple family, the Belle family, and Fluttershy. Pinkie Pie was in hiding, and Trixie had fillynapped Dash. Soon she would finish Pinkie, and be ready to get rid of Luna and Celestia.
She turned to look back at the pet bed. Dash lay curled up in the corner. Her vocal cords had been cut by Trixie, and her teeth removed. Her front hooves had two key tendons severed so she could no longer grasp items like knives, forks, or letter openers. To top if off, she had clipped her wings at the pinion joint—in short she’d never fly again. Trixie was not a fool like her old master was. Now, she had a perfectly obedient bitch.
It had not ended there, either. Trixie made sure Dash remembered who she used to be and how she failed her friends. Her bed had a Wonderbolt blanket. Her collar read “Rainbow Bitch” and there was a small picture of Scootaloo next to her bed. Another picture contained a simple gravestone in memorial of Twilight Sparkle.
Now, no matter how well behaved or broken Dash might become, she was reminded everyday of her failures before becoming Trixie’s new bitch.
The best part was that Trixie didn’t need to make Dash a changeling. A few bribes and some illusion magic allowed her to convince anypony that this Dash was also another run of the mill changeling; a common whore to be used and discarded.
Trixie went over and kicked Dash in the ribs. She immediately sat up and smiled, letting her tongue hang out. “Well then, Bitch? Get to work.”
Trixie sighed and sat down on her bed. She pulled a book down from the bookshelf to read while Dash started to probe her pussy with her tongue.
Trixie heard a knock on the door and got out of the comfortable bed and groaned. “Stupid ponies,” she said. Dash curled back up in her bed. Trixie smiled at how easy she had been to break.
Opening the door, she looked at her new visitor. “Is this for an autograph, princess? Must you really come bug me in the middle of the night?” Trixie asked.
Princess Celestia gave her an unamused look. “Trixie, what a surprise.”
“Come for advice on how to style that ugly mane?” she asked.
“No, I felt a large spike of magic in the area. I thought another filly gifted enough to be my pupil might have discovered her cutie mark.”
“Haha, I forgot what an excellent sense of humor royalty has.”
Celestia smirked. “I’m here because I’ve heard the alicorn amulet is on the loose again. I have also heard stories of ponies being kidnapped, turned into changelings, or murdered. I’m sure you wouldn’t know anything about this? Do you still travel alone?”
“No, it’s just me, the Great and Powerful Trixie. I do have my pet changeling, whom I take good care of.”
“And you still refuse my generous offer to be the new Element of Magic?” Celestia asked.
“I have neither the time, nor the desire, to be the pupil of an incompetent sun goddess, or her secret weapon. You can’t even keep track of the elements as they vanish one by one! As you failed, I studied and worked to become the most powerful unicorn alive. I will never be your bitch”
Celestia raised an eyebrow and frowned. “One last question. A few months ago, why did you burn Twilight at the stake in a magic act?”
Trixie moaned. “Ugh, it’s a magic show! Ponies pay for me to cast illusions. Why don’t you ask Luna why she paid 1500 bits to burn her alive! It’s an act! I think Luna has some serious emotional issues. Now, if you’re done here, Trixie needs to sleep before my next show, your majesty.” Trixie spat the last words out with malice that did not go unnoticed.
“Very well, Trixie. Have a good night.” The sun goddess turned and flew off towards Canterlot. Trixie climbed back into the bed and smiled.
At long last, Trixie was the most powerful unicorn in Equestria, and even Celestia feared her enough to leave her the hell alone.
Trixie laid on her back and spread her legs. Dash crawled onto the end of the bed and began licking at her clit. Once Trixie had gotten release, her new bitch would fall asleep at her hooves like the good little pet she was.
Author's Note
sat·ire
/ˈsaˌtī(ə)r/
Noun
The use of humor, irony, exaggeration, or ridicule to expose and criticize people's stupidity or vices, particularly in the context of a play, novel, film, or other work.
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Edited by: Selbi, Abcron, Breath of Plagues, The Parasprite
