With a clatter and a shrill scream the metal kite shield slid down the stairs. At the landing it triggered the spear trap in the floor and with a metallic clang it hurled the shield spinning into the air. It sailed regally over the pit trap and it's black abysmal depth. Striking the floor with a handful of sparks it slid under the closing stone door. It sat slowly spinning in the middle of wide and open room.
Trixie fell off the shield as dizzy-nausea over came her.
Standing up on shaking hoovesies she tried to take a drink from her canteen. A slight trickle wetted her lips. She looked quizzically at the arrow lodged in her beverage conveyance device before discarding it.
It wasn't the seven different passageways marked with ancient symbols or the pool of what appeared to be molten magma that drew her violet eyes.
It was the creature. Short and repellant. Red and smelly. Bristly and grotesque. It stood looking at her in a circle of runes etched deep into the stone floor. In a room that hadn't held a living soul in over eight hundred years.
“You have come for power?” asked the creature with a smile.
“Trixie has,” said Trixie her eyebrow arcing with interest.
The creature grinned broadly with it's broken yellow teeth. Trixie's eyes fell upon the creatures masculinity.
Slimy and black it grew. Inching across the floor it thickened.
“You need only drink the milk and your power shall grow three fold,” explained the creature.
Without hesitation Trixie trotted forward. She stopped at the edge of the circle. She started to walk the circumference with her eyes down caste. Her smile slowly growing into a grin.
“Why do you not cross? Do you not want the power I have to offer you?”
“Oh, there was never any doubt. The Great and Powerful Trixie is very interested in the power you have to offer her. Indeed she won't be leaving here until she has every last drop that you have to give.”
“Then I am glad.”
“Except you have underestimated The Great and Powerful Trixie's hunger,” she said as her horn began to glow. Dust shifted and moved filling in parts of runes while elsewhere loose stones spun and pressed carving, cutting and expanding existing letters and creating new ones.
“What... what are you doing?” The small creature recoiled in fear. The magical shape of it's cage changed compressing it's body smaller.
“Trixie needs power and much more then could be gained from the 'milk' of such a lesser demon as yourself,” gloated Trixie as she stepped into the now redesigned circle. “I fear I shall simply have to take it all.”
Trixie bit down, her teeth were too dull to cut flesh but they where strong enough to tear it. She forced it down her throat nearly gagging. She had never eaten meat before and she found no liking for it now.
The demon couldn't move. But it did scream.
Trixie feasted unwavering. The meat, the bones, the organs. She forced herself to eat far past her limits. Tears flowed but she would not, could not stop.
The creature was only silenced when the blue unicorn ripped out it's jaw.
Trixie dozed on the flag stones, idly licking the last traces of demon blood from the floor. She was painfully full and her belly was swollen but her blood was already humming with magic.
Sleep claimed her.
Trixie awoke feeling like a new mare. She was taller, her horn was longer and she could feel power vast and terrible at her hooftips.
With a flash of magic The Great and Powerful Trixie teleported away. She had things to do and a certain special mare to see.
* * *
Lightning flashed illuminating the interior of the Ponyvill library. The patio door to the bedroom swung open to an azure mare standing dramatically.
“The Great and Powerful Trixie has at last arrived,” she announced smugly her eyes glancing down her elegant nose to her audience. “You shall cease you anxious waiting and rejoice at your good fortune.”
“Hey, Trixie,” a lavender unicorn sitting at the desk closed the book she had been quietly reading.
“You aren't ready for what The Great and Powerful Trixie has in store. This new magic is truly beyond anything you have ever seen!”
“Trixie, there is something very important that I have been meaning to ask you. What is your father's name?”
"Why would you want to know who he was? The Great and Powerful Trixie cares little herself."
"Well... My fathers name is Orion."
"So... is Trixie's?" said Trixie laying herself down on Twilight's bed.
"So we are half-sisters then," the purple unicorn looked disappointed.
Trixie had a sister. Trixie had a sister and it was Twilight. She wanted to trot forward and pick up that stupid mare and spin her around laughing, she was so happy. She wanted to spend the rest of the night drinking tea and telling stories and jokes and whatever else it was that sisters where supposed to do. She'd earn that mares love, her respect and her adoration. And they'd have cookies.
But Trixie stayed right where she was.
“Don't look so sad,” Trixie purred.
"You're right, I should be less focused on my unfaithful father and more focused on you, my new sister," Twilight forced a smile and looked at Trixie and frowned in surprise. "Are you... bigger?"
"It's disrespectful to imply your older sister has gained weight," Trixie sat up looming tall like a stallion, like a princess.
"That's not what I meant..."
A rope slithered out of Trixie's saddle bag and anchored one end of it's self to a bedpost.
"Oh, Trixie knows what you mean," there was a glimmer of terror in the stage magician's eye but her smile looked and felt genuine.
"Trixie, are you okay?"
"That's The Great and Powerful Trixie to you, little sister."
The rope lunged forward, ensnaring the purple mare and whipped back delivering her to the bed and bound firmly.
“You've been practicing,” Twilight said in surprise, as her horn flashed turning the rope into a loose trail of lilac leaves and freeing herself.
“Oh, Trixie has done much more then practice,” and with a flash the leaves turned into a chain and manacles securing Twilight tightly, “But that does not compare with what The Great and Powerful Trixie shall do next.” The grin she wore was evil but her eyes shone with moisture.
“What are you doing? You aren't like this!” Twilight cried as Trixie straddled her helpless body.
Trixie kissed her. Twilight could taste the blood on her tongue.
Trixie stopped. She raised her head and looked away. Her horn glowed with a sickly red light. She gave a smoke filled snort.
The manacles flashed dissolving into sparks and Twilight was free.
"The Great and Powerful Trixie commands you to run."
