Lightning flowed from the sky in a mighty river. Windows shattered in the unyielding and unending thunder. A cutely designed building exploded with force only remembering to catch fire as it drifted to the ground as debris. Ponies screamed, but where cut off briefly by oblivion more often then not.
Wearing a hat and cape strewn with stars the blue mare laughed. She admitted to herself that she had gone mad with power. That sweet delicious power beyond all limit and reason. Greater then the sun and moon, greater then dragons that slumber through the eons. A red hot power that vital and alive and urgent.
She had demanded that the town kneel before her in worship. But it hadn't done anything to fill her. She had so much more now. She knew true fulfillment and the paltry forced fawning of a townful of ponies was as nothing to her now.
So she was destroying it.
She made brief note of the few that challenged her rampage.
There had been a sharp shooter that with a kick sent full water barrels bouncing and careening toward her at strange and unpredictable angles. Another had been a demolitions expert who had thought to collapse a house upon her. Briefly a singer had tried to sooth her to slumber with a curious song.
They had been simply dispatched, but the defenses of a pony town might have proven too unpredictable to a less overwhelming foe.
Even now the air was filled with fluttering and burnt feathers of pegasi who had thought to break up or redirect her storm clouds.
With careless ease the blue mare shouldered the burden of the wagon and began her journey to the next town. Her hooves skipped over smoking hot cobble stones. The flickering light of the burning town cast erratic and distressing shadows across her oh so lovely face. Her ears turned to catch the occasional scream as somepony burned.
Outside of the burning town, with the wagon and it's precious cargo safe, the mare stopped and unhitched herself. With a lick of her lips she hurried into the wagon for her evening meal.
Burning the town hadn't been especially taxing but it had worked up an appetite.
Her meal squirmed, chains clinked as the very much alive creature struggled against them.
She loomed hungrily over her meal.
Trixie held her eyes firmly closed.
A hoof touched her cheek almost tenderly lifting her face up. She felt the oh so familiar feel of her breath against her face.
The most supple lips in the world pressed against hers. She struggled. She couldn't let this keep happening.
“Trixie is Trixie and only Trixie is Trixie.” Trixie whispered the words like a desperate prayer.
The most wonderful lips in the world nibbled at her ear and the most lovely voice purred in her ear.
“Trixie is the most powerful of all.” The voice whispered to her it's seductive promise. “All shall love her, all shall respect her.”
“Trixie is Trixie and only Trixie is Trixie.” She desperately prayed again, her voice breaking.
“Trixie is so very great, Trixie is so very powerful. Much more great and powerful then any other.” A hoof played idly along her coat. She could feel the heat of her, smell the scent of her, it was driving her insane.
“Trixie is Trixie and only Trixie is Trixie.” Trixie sobbed.
It was like an electric spark just like the first time as their coats touched.
“Trixie loves only Trixie!” She screamed hysterically, desperate to deny the creature that held her.
It laughed as it straddled her. Pressing down into her flesh.
* * *
It was the night after a show. She had been run out of town again, but this time she had kept her wagon. She had slumbered next to a camp fire idly wondering why none other could appreciate the Great and Powerful Trixie.
She had thought it was just that same old dream when it came to her.
That one most perfect lovely creature.
It had been sweet and loving. And in retrospect too vivid to be just another dream.
It had been too enjoyable to question as the dream kept following her night after night.
But time came when she finally did question it, but by then it was far to late. She had fed the beast too much. It had grown too strong feeding on the heart and soul of Trixie and determined to never go hungry again.
* * *
Chained to the floor of her own wagon, Trixie whined. The answer, the way to escape this hell was obvious even to her. All she had to do was destroy everything she was. The ruined husk of what was left would offer the beast no nourishment.
She'd have no purpose then. No reason to see the next day. She'd be nothing.
Trixie couldn't stand the thought of doing that to herself.
The perfect and beautiful creature above her slid against her coat so seductively. Her flesh cried out for it as her mind struggled to reject it.
She kept her eyes closed to try and keep from succumbing to it, but she could imagine it's face smiling down at her. She tried in vain to believe it looked like something else, anything other then how it did.
Trixie felt her muscles turning to butter under the press of that most wonderful of ponies. She had lost again. She always lost.
Trixie looked up into the most beautiful violet eyes in all Equestria. The most perfect of noses. The most breathtaking of faces.
She couldn't not love this creature above her. It was perfect.
The changeling wearing Trixie's face kissed her. Trixie returned the kiss with passion, the tears still fresh on her lips.
It didn't matter. Only here and now in this moment of perfect love did anything matter. Trixie yielded to her own desire.
The changeling feasted on the richest, sweetest and purest of love. It burned like a bonfire, a hundred times brighter then the flickering adoration of a few hundred terrified ponies. She was unstoppable. She was infinite.
She was The Great and Powerful Trixie.
