Twilight walked calmly down the street, eyeing ponies passing her by. It seemed rather strange that none of them were willing to stop by and chat with her, especially considering her status as an element of harmony. She shrugged it off though; she had more important business to attend to today. The reason she was even visiting Manehattan in the first place was so she could visit her extended family, whom she only very seldom saw.
Twilight was yanked from her inner musings when she walked right into another pony. Twilight jumped back a little, startled by the sudden impact before looking at the stallion now lying in a heap on the ground.
“O-oh my gosh! I didn’t see there! Are you alright? I’m really sorry for that…” She rubbed the back of her head nervously, looking at the stallion with a glint of concern in her eyes.
The stallion got up and brushed himself off. He turned his gaze towards her, his righteous fury causing his eyes to positively glow. “You stupid mare! Why don’t you look where you’re going!?” He pointed to the papers he was carrying, which were now floating through the wind, going every which way. Grimacing, Twilight reached out with her magic and gathered the papers up, handing them back to the stallion in a neat and organized stack.
“Here you go, sir… I-I’m really sorry…” Twilight frowned, her eyes falling to the floor.
“Yeah? Well, sorry doesn’t give me my time back, does it?” The stallion gave a short, annoyed grunt towards her before continuing on his way. Before he did though, he bumped against her. Twilight staggered a bit, frowning before she resumed her walk down the street. Why had that stallion been so rude? Sure, she had bumped into him, but she had said she was sorry, and truly meant it.
When she made it about halfway down the block, a rampaging taxi came running down the street, nearly running her over. She jumped out the way just in time, narrowly avoiding being crushed to death. Why were ponies so terrible to each other here? One thing was for sure: This was shaping up to be one miserable week.
A week later, Twilight was at her wit’s end. The entire week, ponies had been nothing but rude to her. It aggravated her to no end—the way that they would bump into her, give her nasty looks, or downright antagonize her. At least her family was being nice to her, but now even that was at an end. Her week was up, and it was time to go home. Though she had enjoyed her stay with her family, she was all too glad to leave.
She smiled a bit, thinking that she would write a letter to Princess Celestia later describing all of the things that she realized about friendship now. There were things that she realized she really did take for granted—that everypony in Ponyville was so nice to her, or that they even stopped at all and took time out of their days to say hello or ask how she was doing. She missed her friends. She missed that feeling of homeliness and comradery that she could only find in a small town like Ponyville.
Once again, she bumped into a stallion, snapping her out of her reverie. She noticed that it was the very same stallion whom she had first bumped into the previous week. It was the same stallion that had been so rude and evil to her all week. She grumbled under her breath, cursing her rotten luck as she looked at him. She braced herself.
She blocked his hateful words out of her mind, simply continuing to walk along her way. It’s not worth it Twilight… He’s just one stallion. You’re on your way to the train station right now. It’s not worth it. Just ignore him. Just ignore him… What she didn’t expect was for the stallion to come along behind her, continuing to shower her with abuse. What was this guy’s problem? Didn’t he have anything better to do than to follow her and try to make her miserable?
She continued to walk until the stallion got in front of her, blocking her way. Her mouth shrunk into an annoyed grimace, anger pushing its way to the front of her mind.
“Will you please get out of the way?” Twilight spoke as politely as possible through gritted teeth, eyeing him. His mouth just continued to move, blabbering away as her mind raced through all of its anger.
“Why should I move? Hey. Hey! Are you even listening to me? So what? You think it’s okay to just bump into people and move on now? You got some kinda grudge against me, lady? Because you’ve been a bitch to me all damn week long! I mean seriously… I know that women can be touch and go at times, but you are by far the worst I’ve seen!” The stallion spoke with an annoying accent, furthering Twilight’s frustrations.
“Shut up and get out of my way,” Twilight muttered.
“Excuse me? You listen when you’re being spoken to! Did I give you permission to talk? Did I say I was finished?”
Twilight’s hand shot over his mouth as she looked him dead in the eyes. “I. Said. Shut. Up. You’ve been nothing but a major pain in my butt all week long. Who do you think you are? I am Princess Celestia’s prized pupil, so show me some damned respect for once, you no good creep!”
The stallion pushed her back, removing her hand from his mouth. “Princess Celestia’s prized student? What the heck does she see in you? You’re just an ugly, rude, terrible person. And a unicorn, too, you little witch. I mean, how could anybody ever see anything in you? You’re such a—”
The stallion was cut off as a purple fist rocketed into the side of his face. Twilight’s rage exploded! Her anger bubbled over as her horn lit up, lifting the now terrified stallion into the air. “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” She hurled him across the landing and down the street like a ragdoll, hearing a few of his bones snap on impact with the street. As the magic within her faded, she realized what she had just done.
“Oh no… I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
Twilight’s panicked stammers were cut off by the stallion, now crying and yelling out, “That woman attacked me! Arrest her! I want charges filed! Oh… I-I think my leg is broken! Why me? Why me, Celestia?” Other ponies around the area looked at her with disgust and hatred. Police ponies came rushing up to her, placing a magic dampener on her horn and cuffing her hands behind her back.
“I wasn’t… It was an accident! I swear! Please, I didn’t mean to! I’m so sorry! I—”
“Save for the judge, lady,” the officer to her left stated as they took her away.
Twilight sighed as the bars of her jail cell clanged closed. Why had she done that? Now she had to spend some time in jail, away from her friends and family, for aggravated assault with magic, and for attempted murder. If she was lucky, Princess Celestia would be there in a few days to bail her out, and then admonish her. That was if Celestia was willing. She really hoped that Celestia would understand her actions. Twilight went over to the bed in the corner and groaned in despair, cupping her face in her hands.
Just a week or so ago, she had been laughing it up and having a great time at her home with her friends. Now she was incarcerated and miserable. A sudden thought shot through her mind. Oh no! This is going to go on my police record! I’ll never be able to get rid of this blemish! I’ll be a criminal forever… Twilight cried openly, rivers of tears cascading down her face, her sniffles echoing through her cell.
A knocking on the bars of her cell door made her look up in surprise. A fully uniformed guard stood there, glaringat her. “Hey, you. Quit your crying. You’re just embarrassing you-” The guard cut off silently, taking off her glasses and getting closer to Twilight. Twilight couldn’t see who it was, since she was wearing a helmet with a horn protruding through the hole.
“My, my… What do we have here…? If it isn’t ‘Twilight Sparkle’. The mare who ruined my life. You know, I’m quite glad that you did that, actually. If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have found this job.” Twilight stared confusedly at the unicorn. “What? You don’t recognizing me, Twilight? They made me stop doing the whole third person thing or they told me I’d be fired. Oh, the things a mare will do if she’s desperate for a job.” She paused, deflated at the lackluster response her audience gave her melodramatics. “You really don’t recognize me?”
Twilight simply shook her head, confused as to how this mare knew her or where she had met her before. Something about her voice sounded familiar. And that blue coat… The few strands of silver hair that dangled from beneath the helmet. And those eyes… Twilight’s face went white with shock “Trixie!?”
She pulled off her helmet with a flourish, allowing her long hair to dramatically cascade free about her head and shoulders. “Yes! It is I, The Great and Powerful Trixie!” Trixie shouted. She marched up to the bars, looking at Twilight. Every fiber of her being screamed hatred towards the lavender mare. She growled, “How the mighty have fallen. The glorious Twilight, here in prison for a petty disagreement. And just about to step on the train home, too. What a shame…” Trixie knew that her verbal beating was working when Twilight began to cry again.
“What do you want from me, Trixie? Did you come here just to mock me and make me feel bad? I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean for all of those things to happen to you… I tried to find you and apologize!”
“There you go again, Sparkle,” Trixie spat. “You always think that just a simple sorry will fix every little thing. You think that you’re so perfect and infallible…” Trixie walked over to the cell door, taking out her keys and beginning to unlock it. She stepped into the cell, smirking, undoing the highest two buttons on her top She locked the door again behind her. “Well, Twilight, I think it might be time to show you otherwise. I’ve been practicing my magic for this moment for a long time.”
Twilight put her hands up, her tongue struggling to work in her dry mouth.“Trixie. You know that isn’t… You know I don’t think that. I mean, what are you doing? I don’t want to fight you anymore. I don’t want anything from anybody; I just want to go home! Please, don’t kill me.”
“Oh, poor, naive Twilight. I’m not going to fight you… I’m going to take my revenge upon you in a different way. This is going to be more... personal.” Trixie leered, and suddenly Twilight felt very uncomfortable. She backpedalled away from the advancing lunatic, until she felt back her back press against the cold stone wall. Something about Trixie’s eyes and body language wasn’t quite right. There was something in her eyes that scared Twilight. And something about the scenario made her feel somehow aroused in spite of herself. She bit her tongue, trying to banish such thoughts from her mind. Surely Trixie wouldn’t...
“T-trixie?! What are you going to do? What’s going on?”
“Oh… Shhhh… Just be quiet, Twilight.” Trixie’s horn lit up and a spell washed over the room. Suddenly where the bars once were, there was instead a light blue wall. Twilight knew this spell well. It was an illusion spell. Twilight shot off the bed, backing along the wall to put as much distance between Trixie and her as possible. Twilight still had the magic dampener on her horn. No exit. No magic. No mercy. Now, she was truly afraid.
“Trixie… T-trixie, let’s not do anything foolish here. We can just talk about this, can’t we? We can put the past behind us? Try to be friends?” Twilight knew that it wouldn’t work. She knew that she couldn’t cancel out or counter the illusion spell, but perhaps she could call for help. Maybe somepony would hear her and rush to her aid. She could only hope. “Somepony, help! I need help! Help me, pleas-”
Twilight felt her mouth close as Trixie’s horn lit up, enveloping her head in magic. “Don’t even bother, Twilight. I’ve already soundproofed the room. Nobody can hear your screams, except for me.” A lump settled itself in Twilight’s parched throat. “It’s okay, Twilight… We’re going to have so much fun.” Twilight’s stomach turned. Her body felt hot, almost like when...
“Trixie, please! You don’t want to do anything you’ll regret! T-think about what you’re doing. Think about what you’ll lose if you get caught! Nopony has to get hurt! You don’t have to do this!” Twilight’s hands bumped against the sink, signifying that she was out of room to run.
She saw Trixie’s horn light up once more, wrapping Twilight’s body in magic. This spell was unlike anything she had felt before. It was probing her… Invading -- no, violating her innermost thoughts -- her very self. She struggled to fight against the magic field holding her in place, but no matter what she did, her body just wouldn’t budge. Her hands began to move on their own, grabbing onto the zipper of her jumpsuit.
“You are going to obey everything I say. You will not question any of my commands. You will enjoy every second of it. You will be my slave and give yourself to me willingly. Do you understand these commands that your master has given you?”
W-what!? N-no! That’s rape! She can’t do this to me! She can’t be doing this. Come on, Twilight. You’ve gotten out of worse situations before. Fight. Fight! Twilight shuddered as she struggle to combat the spell. Normally, she would have been easily able to fight against it, but no magic meant that it was a hard pressed battle of sheer fortitude. Twilight felt her lips begin to move on their own, matching the betrayal she felt lower down.
“I will obey everything you say. I will not question your orders. I will enjoy every moment. I will be your slave, and you will be my master. I accept all of these commands given,” Twilight Sparkle droned. NO! No, I don’t! I don’t want to! I don’t want to! Please, stop!
“Good. Be a little more enthusiastic about it, will you?” Trixie giggled a bit, sensing the pure outrage blazing behind Twilight’s glazed eyes. Trixie could feel Twilight still attempting to fight against the spell. It was like getting punched by a three year-old filly. “Be a good girl and unzip, would you kindly? Those clothes must be making you awfully uncomfortable,” she sneered.
Against her own will, Twilight felt her hands move and her suit unzip. It fell to the floor, and Twilight shivered from the frigid air around her now naked body. Trixie eyed Twilight, taking in every curve. Even though she was a bookworm, Twilight kept herself in shape, and had a toned body with just a little bit of pudge on her belly and hips -- not the body of an athlete, but still rather attractive. Her breasts were more than a handful each.
“Such a shame,” Trixie purred with a sigh. “Such a wonderful gift, and yet here it is, wasted on you. Don’t worry, though. I’ll be sure to enjoy it in all of its glory.” As Trixie said this, she advanced upon the shivering Twilight. She seized her head in her hands and lunged forward, clamping a rough kiss over her mouth, invading Twilight with her tongue. Twilight wanted to get away, but couldn’t budge. Trixie seized her breasts and began to roughly play around with her nipples, taking no care for her victim’s comfort. “Don’t you like it, Twilight? Don’t you like to have fun? That’s always been your problem, you know. Such a lovely body, but you’ never put it to good use….”
Twilight gasped as she felt Trixie begin to tease her, flicking her firm nipples and fondling her breasts. No! Stop! Don’t touch me like that! Owch! Hey, not so rough! That hurt! Come on, Twilight! You have to do something! Anything! Twilight’s arm began to move feebly upwards, gripping Trixie’s own. The grip was so weak, that Trixie actually began laughing. Trixie didn’t even bother with Twilight’s arm. Instead, she withdrew the nightstick from her belt and rammed it into Twilight’s stomach.
Pain. Twilight fell to the floor, unable to breathe. She squinted through her pain, looking up at Trixie, completely defenseless and absolutely terrified. Kick! Trixie’s jackboot slammed into her soft side. “Stupid!” Kick! Trixie’s boot slammed into her belly. “Bitch!” Trixie glared and licked her lips. “You wanna die!?” She screamed, punctuating each word with another brutal hit to her victim. Twiligt wanted to scream from the pain and horror, but she couldn’t! She couldn’t even move. All she could do was shut down and wait for it to end. Tears leaked from her eyes on her otherwise vacant face, still holding that same obscenely passive expression.
Horror. “Get up,”growned Trixie. The words came to Twilight like through a fog. Slowly, painfully she started to get up. She was on her knees when suddenly, Thwack! Trixie’s baton struck her neck, causing her to double over. Trixie unicorn unleashed a flurry of swipes, slashing at the naked, sobbing unicorn over and over again with her baton, shrieking. “This doesn’t hurt; get up! Get the fuck up! Don’t you dare cry, or I’ll give you something to cry about!”
When she finally stopped, Twilight was curled up on the ground, sobbing, barely moving. There were so many marks on her body that she looked like mottled mass of purple, black, blue, and red. Pure hell screamed from every single nerve in her body. Absolutely everything was agony. If she could have screamed, then she would have bitten her own tongue off from the pain. She felt at least six teeth missing, could hardly open her right eye, and had a concussion. Twilight sfelt like that perhaps she really did deserve this for doing the same thing to that stallion. But that wasn’t the worst part.
Trixie put her bloodied baton away. She was drenched with sweat, her silver hair all askew, and panting like a dog. She forced Twilight to stand up. She eyed the injuries, smirking at the physical retribution for everything that accursed bitch had done to her, the Great and Powerful Trixie. Who was the better unicorn, now? She roughly spun Twilight around to face the mirror. Blows covered her entire body, not even sparing her beautiful breasts. Even the briefest glance at Twilight Sparkle made it instantly obvious that she desperately needed medical attention for severe blunt force trauma, severe concussion, numerous lacerations all over her body, and several broken bones. Trixie had quite literally beaten her half to death.
Trixie smiled as she began to suckle on Twilight’s exposed breast. She wanted to toy with Twilight and make her suffer. What was better for that than a little bit of foreplay? As she continued licking and sucking on Twilight’s breast, Twilight’s mind was screaming in horror, agony, and a small bit of pleasure. This was the worst part: that she felt aroused, somewhat good, even, as if she was complicit in her own rape -- like she wanted it to happen.
This feels so... No! This isn’t right! This is wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong! Please… Somepony save me before this goes any farther… Celestia, please! Mama, Celestia, Shining, Spike, Anypony, I need help! Silent tears began to flow down Twilight’s face as she released small moans of pleasure against her will. Her face screwed itself tight in frustration as Trixie continued with her onslaught for what seemed like hours, the only sounds in the room being Trixie’s continued licking and suckling, and Twilight’s labored breaths.
“This is getting pretty boring,” Trixie stated with a bland look in her eyes as she backed up, examining her fingernails. “How about we move onto the real stuff, now? I can’t wait to play with all of your toys. What do you think, Twilight?”
“I-I w-would l-l-like that…” Twilight’s voice wavered as she struggled to gain control over her own body. She was cold, terrified, injured, violated… So many emotions were shooting through her mind, that it was making it difficult for her to concentrate.
Oof! Trixie kicked the wind out of her before cupping her hand over her ear. “What was that, Twilight? I want to hear more enthusiasm from you. It’s not everyday that a pony gets to have fun with The Great and Powerful Trixie!”
“Yes, master! I would love to take things further!” Twilight squeaked.
Trixie bent down on her knees, using her lower hooves to balance better. She eyed Twilight’s wet vulva. “You filthy whore! You wanted this, didn’t you!? You like being Trixie’s bitch. You’re enjoying being raped. What kind of useless, stupid, cunt are you?” Trixie took a finger and poked Twilight, then pulled away right away. “Boop.” Trixie did this several times, each time eliciting a gasp from her prisoner. In the back of her mind, Trixie felt that she might be having way too much fun with this, but she shoved the thoughts aside. Revenge was sweet. Speaking of sweet…
Trixie stuck her tongue out and licked Twilight’s vagina. Over and over again, getting faster and faster each time, almost as if she were licking a lollipop. “Oh Twilight… You’re so sweet… It’s like candy.” It really tasted nothing like candy, but anything would do to make Twilight suffer and squirm more. Trixie lapped up Twilight’s slowly leaking juices hungrily. Twilight could only stand there and taking it, gasping and shivering with pleasure and humiliation. Her mind was screaming at her, telling her that something had to be done now, but she was utterly spent.
Her body betrayed her. She tried to tell the mare to stop, but all that came out was, “T-trixie…” Twilight’s low moan echoed throughout her jail cell. “Trixie, please…more…” She tried to shake her head to clear her mind, but her misery, concussion, and violation clung to her like infernal wolves, clinging onto her with their jaws. Her mind, taxed beyond sanity, simply gave up and allowed instinct to happen. And all she could do was lie there, trapped and shellshocked in her head, as her body invited its rape, every single bit of pleasure torturing her in that it was taken against her will, that she didn’t want it, and she felt guilty for even enjoying it.
Trixie felt extremely turned on at the sound of her name being moaned by her slave, and began to work harder and faster. Twilight felt herself squirming and her legs slowly spreading themselves apart to yield Trixie their treasure. She couldn’t even control her own voice. “Trixie, please d-don’t stop! Please, do this, please! I want this!” She inwardly howled. Betrayed by her very voice; she didn’t want to say those things, but they came from her anyway, and it wasn’t the magic forcing her tongue anymore.
Trixie was filled with a rage that she had never felt before. “What the fuck did you say!? Are you trying to disobey me? Even when you have no magic to help you, you still think you’re better than me? Is that it? Huh?” Trixie picked Twilight up and poured a blast of lightning magic into Twilight’s body, causing some of her hairs to singe. Trixie picked her up and hurledher forcefully against the wall, Twilight landing on her bed with a quiet moan, more silent tears making their way down her face.
“Oh? Like it rough, do you, slave?” Trixie’s eyes turned to pinpricks, her anger driving her slightly insane. Twilight watched in fear as Trixie gripped the faucet with her magic, tearing the small tube off with ease. “Well… Let’s see just how much you can handle!”
Twilight’s eyes shrunk in shock as she felt something shoved deep into her body. Oh my Celestia no! No, no, no! She moaned in pleasure as Trixie forcefully shoved the smooth tube in and out of her vaginal cavity. Twilight’s mind was screaming in pain and humiliation as she felt her body heating up. Why had she never been so turned on in her life?
“Not a virgin, huh, Twilight? Got a coltfriend back home? Oh, I’m so happy for you! Do you know what happened to me after you cast me out of town? Ponies shunned me. They kicked me out of towns. I couldn’t get a job. I was homeless. Do you know what I had to do, Twilight? Do you? I had to…” Trixie felt tears of anger and sadness falling down her face. “I had to sell myself to stallions every night to get by. You don’t know what that feels like! You don’t know what that is!”
Twilight wriggled all over her bed as the faucet continued to ravage her body. It felt so wrong. It hurt. But her mind…the spell… It was telling her that it was so good. Even though the pain was almost unbearable, she could still feel the perverse pleasure of the penetration. She felt her body quiver and spasm as she finally orgasmed after what seemed like hours of sexual torture. Her mind was too far gone. All she could do was weep inside as her body cried out in ecstacy. Trixie calmly removed the faucet from Twilight’s vaginal cavity as she lifted her into the air. She eyed the faucet, then eyed Twilight’s toned flanks. Twilight saw the crazed look in her eyes. She had to act fast.
With one last, fierce push of will, Twilight broke through the spell. “Please… Trixie, please! I never meant those things to happen to you! I never wanted to hurt anypony! I’m sorry… I’m so sorry! Just, please! Think about what you’re doing! Stop yourself before you go too far! If you don’t stop, you’re going to kill me!” Twilight’s pupils were now pinpricks of fear as Trixie seemed to be struggling in thoughts.
Her expression softened. “You’re right, Twilight. I don’t want to kill you.” Trixie bared her teeth, “I want you alive. I want you to suffer. I’m going to keep you a long time; so long they’ll think you’re dead. Nopony will even recognize you after I’m through with you. You won’t even recognize yourself -- maybe never see the light of day again. No, I won’t kill you; that’s too good for you. I’m not going to kill you, but I’ll do anything but that.”
With a savage snarl, she brandished her baton and fell upon Twilight. Twilight, despite her torture, despite her perverse pleasure, eventually stopped moving. There was just one thought in her head.
Please let me die. Please let me die. Please let me die. Please let me die.
