Trixie, or Treats

Oh, but for the joy of being the alicorn, since al the duties had been performed. It may be a high price to pay? Yet, I'm coping, for the most part.

I had enjoyed my breakfast, and royally, which goes with the territory, since I'm basically royalty, as an alicorn. I'm a princess, even if I had been spared the honour of a throne of my own, very much unlike Cadence. I did not envy her, just as I did not pity her. I guess it's just not me. She had been perfect for the role, in the first place.

It's not just that the Crystal Empire did require a new princess, after the debacle of King Sombra. She is the perfect pony to take the throne, in the current state of the Empire. Her being the Element of Love, as it were.

I guess I'm happy for her, if anything, she deserve a place of her own, and it is truly hers to take. Not just because it was a high and honoured spot that required to be filled, it is hers, because it was the way of things. Just as it had been my place to hold the Element of Magic from the Harmony, thus leading the group, consisting of my friends. Thus saving Equestria from many a danger.

Maybe that's more me? I had enjoyed the many adventures we've been though, and truth to be told, I'm still looking forwards to many more in the future, even if I could stand to wait, just a few more weeks, to the next?

Even as an adventurer, I still do enjoy hanging out with my friends, and in general, have a life, as normal as it could be for a pony such as myself, here in Ponyvill.

Only then, a special pony came to mind, I had left her in the small room, even after I had left the capital city of the Crystal Empire. I'm back to the library of Ponyvill.

Just as the thought struck me, my horn got aglow, growing in intensity, until the peak came, and the light shut out, gathering in a pool of luminance in a small room, out of the use of common ponies, a small closet as it were.

The closet being a good place to hide someone, whom you did not want any-pony to see. Some-pony, just like the Trixie I had just stashed for safe keeping. I guess she isn't quite as great or powerful right now? If I am to ever allow her out into the common light of day?

Once she had appeared in the small room, I promptly levitated to the door, before opening it, and slipped inside. Closing the door behind me.

“How are you feeling today, oh Great and Powerless Trixie?” I taunted her, knowing full well she couldn't respond.

Maybe I should allow her to? Giving her some control of her mouth, it could give me some satisfaction, after all. Considering I did not have a special Some-pony, after al. As a Mare, even as an alicorn, I still do have urges. I would enjoy having her taking some of the loads off of it.

In the end, there's but the one thing to do. I allowed my horn to come alight, glowing while gathering the required magic, as I turned her yet again, only this time, it is merely her mouth, I had affected.

“You should know better, then to challenge an alicorn!” I teased.

“Yes, princes Twilight!” she uttered, apparently realising, she had been defeated.

“That's much better, I guess that'll do, for now!” I pondered.

“Is there anything I could do for you, while you hold me in this form? Since I can't do anything good out of my time on my own as it stands?” Trixie pleaded in a fairly pitiful tone of voice.

“Now as you mentioned it, or is suggested more to the point? I guess there is something you can do now. Something you could never have done, as your old self!” I informed her.

“Which is?” Trixie teased, in a more back to her self kind of voice.

“Aside from teasing rants? Oh, yeah. That's the one thing I can see you performing properly. I would have you eating me, as a royal favour, which's the highest honour, for a pony such as yourself. If you see what I mean?” I pointed out, ending the statement in a royal laughter.

“With you, I have no idea, but I guess I could try to enjoy myself, in the one instance you saw fit. With, or without implied honour, such as you put it!” Trixie pondered, not quite sure of herself, in the position, in which she had found herself.

Ofcours, Trixie could never be quite comfortable, in any situation, in which she wasn't in complete control. Maybe I shouldn't blame her, it is who she was, simple as that.