The Great and Maternal Trixie

Prelude

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“Thank you, one and all!” Trixie called out as she finished her show with a large burst of fireworks, lighting up the sky, to the appreciation of the crowd, who clapped and cheered their approval.

I still can’t believe how much easier it is to tell or my ordinary travels, Trixie thought to herself as the display ended and the ponies in the crowd began moving away, each leaving tips in the area she’d designated for those wishing to tip if they’d enjoyed the show. They’re all okay hearing about simple old Trixie than the Great and Powerful. She closed her eyes, smiling. And I have you to thank, Twilight Sparkle

She and the new Princess of Friendship had been exchanging letters not too long after their last meeting in Ponyville and after Twilight had become a princess still.

A small part of Trixie wanted to be jealous of Twilight’s new Alicornhood and princesshood, but at the same time, she couldn’t be happier for the first real friend she’d had.

Once the crowd had cleared away completely, leaving the area empty save her and her caravan, Trixie went over and collected her earnings for the day, before returning to her caravan for a quick dinner and then bed.

She had been here in Saddle Arabia for a few days now and had been met with good fortune in her performances every time. True, there was still the odd heckler, but Trixie past experiences in Ponyville had taught her the humility to not use such chances to show those ponies up... besides, they ended up doing it themselves, and who was she to deny a possible extra bit of entertainment, even if one or two hecklers had been better than her at times.

It wasn’t like she’d ever said she was better than them, she’d even state that when they’d come on stage, thus the crowd were on her side when she failed, yet had put in an honest effort, whilst the heckler simply got booed offstage when they rubbed in their vicotry.

As she reached the door to her caravan, a quick bit of magic making the stage fold in for easy storage, she felt something brush against her back foreleg, causing her to pause.

Glancing back, she saw a piece of paper had blown onto her leg. Using her magic, she lifted it up and examined it.

It was a flyer for a hypnotist/fortune teller by the name of Madame Mysteria. Trixie couldn’t help rolling her eyes at the unoriginal name. The image showed only a pair of eyes over a crystal ball.

Underneath was the caption “Madame Mysteria promises she can make all you problems go away. Combining hypnotism and fortune telling, she can change your life for the better, to what you truly should be.”

Underneath this was an address where to find her.

Trixie rolled her eyes again. She wasn’t normally one to discredit others in a profession that was so similar to her own, not since learning humility herself, anyway, but this just sounded like cow dung. You couldn’t make a pony different and ensure that they became what they are meant to be, you could only try and guide them. It sounded like this Madam Mysteria was saying she could give it to whoever came to her, no in between.

Life isn’t like that, Trixie thought as she rolled up the flyer and went inside, leaving the flyer on her work desk. She’d dispose of it or give it to somepony else tomorrow.

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“Trixie, please stop!” Twilight begged as the light-blue unicorn stood over the lavender one, her eyes glowing red with the Alicorn Amulet’s twisted magic.

The mare quivering before her was bruised and battered, her horn shattered to pieces and laying scattered around them.

“Ya already beat her!” the orange Earth Pony shouted, pounding her hooves against the barrier Trixie had put up around her and Sparkle so nopony would stop her.

“You already took her horn away, you monster!” the white prissy unicorn cried, doing the same as the orange pony. “Let her go!”

“MM! MM-MM!” the pink Earth Pony tried to shout, but without her mouth, no words could really leave her.

“No,” Trixie leered down at the unicorn at her hooves. “Your humiliation is not enough, Twilight Sparkle. It is finally time for you to pay! You wronged Trixie, ruined her life. Now you will reap your reward.”

Trixie horn glowed with a fierce light, one the engulfed the hornless unicorn.

The mare screamed, trying to break free.

Trixie’s smirk only grew darker as magic swirled around her horn, building in power.

“Trixie, please—” she begged one last time, but got no further.

Trixie aimed her horn and fired, a torrential surge of magic bursting forth, passing over the other mare—

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Trixie screamed, sitting up in bed, panting heavily, her eyes wide with horror.

Her body and bed were drenched in sweat as she shook, wrapping her forelegs around herself. She could still hear Twilight’s scream as the twisted magic had consumed her.

“Why?” she sobbed, screwing her eyes shut as tears trained down her cheeks. “Why do I still keep having these nightmares?”

The nightmares had haunted Trixie ever since Twilight had gotten her to remove the Amulet and turn over a new leaf... and they terrified her.

Even before she’d gone to sleep that first night, she been questioning herself fearfully about what might have happened had Twilight not managed to trick her into removing the Amulet when she did. How far might Trixie have gone? How much more twisted of a pony would she have turned into had she kept wearing and using the evil magical relic?

Her nightmares seemed to want to show her. Every night they only seemed to get worse, showing her more ways in which she could’ve fallen.

Sometimes she dreamed she turned Twilight’s friends into inanimate objects, then used an age spell to make those colts Snips and Snails into stallion and made them raped Twilight, after removing the mare’s horn, before raping her herself, then taking over Ponyville and making Twilight a public fuck mare, for anypony to use.

Other times she would turn all of Twilight’s friends into her own slaves and use them against her.

Sometimes she saw herself somehow overthrowing the princesses, robbing them of their horns and wings and ruling Equestria under a hoof that made Sombra seem like a schoolyard bully.

And other times... she killed. She would brutally and slowly murder anypony, whether they be Twilight, Twilight’s friends, ponies who had laughed at her after the Ursa Minor incident or even those ponies from that rock farm she’d had to work at, even resorting to cannibalism, the worst being when she'd consume a pony whole, leaving them to die a slow, agonizing death as they were digested within her.

She whimpered, curling herself into a ball. But the worst dreams were like tonight’s, where she would brutally harm Twilight, over and over, before finally killing her in a way that, to the outside eye, was fast and painless, but as Trixie horrifyingly knew, was slow, drawn out and worse than any pain a living creature should know can be inflicted upon another.

As she sobbed, a breeze blew through the small open crack in her window and Trixie heard a shuffling sound.

Opening her eyes and lifting her head slightly, Trixie saw the flyer for Madam Mysteria floating up into the air.

Using her magic, she grabbed it and pulled it over. She spent several long minutes, just staring at the paper, weighing the options in her mind.

“If there is even the slightest chance she can use her hypnotism to rid me of these horrid nightmares,” Trixie murmured to herself, slowly pushing herself up, out of bed, “Trixie supposes she can humour her, at least.”

Not too much later, Trixie stood near a small tent set up toward the outskirts of an alley.

She glanced around uncertainly, not feeling comfortable about the area she was in. Something about this area just put her on edge and she didn’t like it.

She took another look down at the flyer, before looking to the tent. Yep. This was the address.

“Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained,” she murmured to herself before walking to the tent, lifting the flap and walking inside.

Sitting at the small table in the tent was a mare. She was wearing shales and silks in the popular Saddle Arabian style. Trixie couldn’t make out much of the mare’s appearance aside from a few bits of her fur that stood out. It was pink, like a blending of Pinkie Pie’s fur colour and Fluttershy’s mane colour.

She could not make out the mare’s other features, them being covered by her clothing attire. Even her Cutie Mark was hidden from view.

“Come, child,” she said in a low voice, laying her hooves down by the crystal ball in the centre of the table. “Tell Madame Mysteria your woes.”

Trixie hesitated, before moving closer and sitting on her flank as she looked at the other mare. Her eyes were clear through the shale. They were purple and looking intensely, yet calmly at the other mare.

“Can... can you use hypnotism to ride Trixie of her nightmares?”

Madame Mysteria held up a hoof, before moving her hooves over her crystal ball.

“Ah, yes,” she said, nodding slightly. “I see great struggles in your life. Pains you have done you best to overcome.”

Trixie nodded, though she wasn’t quite buying it yet. Anypony could have guessed that. It didn’t mean this pony could see the future or anything like that.

“I see a lavender mare who caused everything you worked hard for to crumble before you.”

This caused Trixie to straighten up. She had learned nopony knew of her here in Saddle Arabia, so nopony should’ve known about her connection to Twilight Sparkle.

Then again, she could have chosen lavender on a guess.

“This mare not only showed you up once, but tricked you again, with no use of magical talent like your own.”

Trixie gulped. Okay. That was a little closer. But there was no way that this mare could guess—

“A mare who now is a princess, with her own castle,” Madam Mysteria’s voice cut into her thoughts.

Trixie’s eyes widened. Okay. There is no this mare could’ve guessed that. Nopony aside from those in Ponyville even knew of her connection to Twilight Sparkle.

“Am I wrong?” Madame Mysteria asked, looking at to Trixie for the first time in a while.

Trixie slowly shook her head.

“Very well, then,” the shale-wearing mare said, leaning forward a little. “What can Madame Mysteria help you with, young mare?”

Trixie looked down. “Trixie keeps having horrible nightmares. She- I mean I did something horrible once and if that princess hadn’t stopped me when she did... I’m scared of what I might have become.”

The other mare merely nodded and indicated for her to continue.

“Trixie has turned over a new leaf since then. Her shows are all honest and true and ponies seem to love them more than her— my show’s that were lies. But, every night, every one, I have nightmares about what might have happened had Spark— the princess not stopped me when she did and they terrify me. Can... can you help me?”

Trixie thought she could see an upturning of lips through the Madame Mysteria’s shale. “Yes, my child. I can help you. I promise that, once everything is finished, you will not fear how far you could have gone with that time before the princess stopped you, nor will you have nightmares about such a thing either.”

Trixie sighed with relief, failing to notice the glow beneath the area on the forehead of what who she thought was an Earth Pony or regular Saddle Arabian.

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Madame Mysteria sneered as she saw the vacant expression beginning on Trixie’s face. After a few moments, the hypnosis spell had finally taken full effect and Trixie was ready for her mission.

“You really were too easy, Trixie Lulamoon,” she said, pulling back the shale on her forehead, revealing a unicorn’s horn.

She leaned down under the table and pulled out a box, opening it and placing it in front of Trixie, before taking the item within out and putting it in the mare’s outstretched forehooves.

It was the Alicorn Amulet.

“Now to make sure Twilight Sparkle and her friends never interfere with my plans again,” she sneered, looking directly into Trixie’s eyes. “Trixie, you are the most amazing, greatest pony to ever live.”

“I am the most amazing and greatest pony to ever live,” the mare replied in a monotone.

“You deserve so much more than simply being a showmare,” Madame Mysteria went on.

“More...” Trixie repeated, nodding slightly.

“You deserve to be admired by all of Equestria,” the mare scowled. “But that can’t happen, not now that that Twilight Sparkle has shown you up, twice.”

Another nod.

“And worse, even though she is nowhere near even the slightest bit a amazing and brilliant us you, Trixie, she is the one that became a princess. She is the one who gets to have her own castle. That should be you, not her! She does not deserve what is rightfully yours.”

“Rightfully... mine...”

The leer was clear through the mare’s shale as she leaned closer to Trixie’s face, holding Trixie’s chin with a hoof. “Twilight Sparkle and her friends, they are loved and worshiped by all of Equrstria. That’s not fair, is it?”

“Not... fair...”

“But... if they were your children, you would be famous for being the mother of the six ponies everypony worships, which, in itself, is something nopony but you deserves to be worshiped for.”

“Nopony... but me...” Trixie’s head lulled to the side a bit as Madam Mysteria removed her hoof.

“Make those six ponies your daughters and the world will finally worship you, as it is meant to be.”

“Meant... to be...” Trixie said, her head nodding as she kept nearly falling completely asleep.

Madam Mysteria cackled softly. “Now, go and take what is rightfully yours!” she shouted as her horn flared

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Nine Days Ago, Zecora’s Hut

The zebra was just settling down for the night, pulling her covers over her, when a loud knocking came from her door.

Zecora sat up in bed, frowning.

Getting up, she walked over to the door and opened it, saying, “Who comes to me at this hour? As you have prevented my sleep, you will find my mood to be quite sour.”

Standing before her was a cloaked figure, their face hidden under the darkness of their hood. A sneer appeared through the hood’s darkness and Zecora’s realized too late opening her door had been a mistake.

The zebra was thrown back inside, slamming against the wall of her hut, slightly winded by the force. Her body was surrounded by a light-blue magical aura.

The cloaked figure stepped in, a glow coming from the horn under her hood, yet not giving enough light for Zecora to see her attacker’s face. “I heard you have the Alicorn Amulet?” it was a mare. She growled. “Give it to me!”

“That evil item you shall not acquire. If you did, the results would be indeed dire,” Zecora replied.

The cloaked figure groaned in annoyance. “Fine. I guess we’ll do this the hard way.”

Zecora cried out as she was thrust into the air and slammed into the ceiling, before being brought down onto the floor, before returning with the same force back to the wall she had been pressed to prior.

“Give me the amulet, or at least tell me where it is, or I’ll end your pathetic life,” the cloaked figure said, no hint of a bluff in her voice.

“Do what you will to me, I shall never tell you, don’t you see?” Zecora winced as the bruises from her rough handling ached.

“So, you won’t tell me, even to save your own life?”

“Your assumption is, indeed, true,” Zecora gave her a firm expression. “I shall never reveal its location to you.”

That sneer appeared under the cloak. “And what about a certain little yellow pony? Will you do it to save hers?”

As she spoke, a cloth bag that was moving hovered into the hut. It opened and a yellow Earth Pony filly with a red mane and tail, wearing a pink bow in her hair floated out, hogtied.

Zecora’s eyes widened in horror. “Don’t you dare harm Apple Bloom or I swear, I will be your doom!”

The figure chuckled. “Like you can stop me? Now, you’re going to tell me where you hid that amulet or else...”

The filly lowered and stopped, hovering in front of the cloaked mare, staring at Zecora with her amber eyes filled with fear and lost hope.

The cloaked mare chuckled, leaning her front hoof forward and began rubbing against the younger pony’s marehood.

Apple Bloom cried through the magical tap around her mouth, tears beginning to pour down her face.

“Leave her alone, you wench!” Zecora snarled, struggling to move against the magic binding her. “Leave, freeing our land of your dark soul’s stench.”

The mare just chuckled, increasing the pace of her molesting, to which the filly sobbed and moaned. “I’ll let her go... if you tell me where the Alicorn Amulet is.”

Apple Bloom looked to Zecora with a new expression. It was one that told her not to tell this mare what she wanted, no matter what.

“Oh ho. Isn’t that cute. She’s being brave. Well, I’ll soon fix that.” The mare’s horn glowed brighter for a moment, before a popping sound occurred and the filly cried out as something hard and hot pressed against her molested nethers.

Zecora’s eyes widened further and her struggled increased in pace. “Do not dare, you harlot or I shall spill you inner scarlet!”

The mare merely laughed, rubbing her new member harder against the filly’s lower lips, causing the smaller pony to renew her sobbing.

“If you don’t tell me, I will do it, zebra. I have no qualms with it. After all, I won’t be the one ponies think raped her.”

Zecora’s eyes narrowed. “Explain what you mean, mare whose heart and mind are unclean.”

The mare chuckled coldly. “I used my magic to make my cock and what will come out of it match you, zebra. Anypony will think you used your zebra magic to do this to her.”

“N-No they won’t!” the young filly declared, clearly trying to be brave. “E-even if we can’t tell nopony, I-I’ll just wash it all out. Nopony will ever know!”

The chuckle became darker. “Once you start showing they will.”

Zecora’s eyes widened in absolute horror.

“Oh, yes,” the mare leered, before the filly moaned as the mare’s blue aura surrounded her nethers. “I’ve just cast a spell that now means this filly can not only get pregnant despite not yet having had her first heat, but it will happen at once, even from just a single drop of sperm, even from an infertile stallionhood. And the best bit, she won’t be able to tell anypony I did it, only the one whom the sperm matches, which’ll be you, Zecora. So, what’s it going to be? Will you give me the amulet, or...” she pressed harder and the filly cried out, her eyes wide with panic at the thought of becoming pregnant at her age, “will you give up this filly’s innocence?”

Zecora stared unable to look away, until she finally did, nodding. “I will show where the amulet is hid, just do not harm the kid.”

“Do you swear on the spirits of your homeland?” the mare asked, pressing that little bit harder, almost pressing the lips apart, causing the filly to scream in terror.

Zecora growled and nodded. “On the spirits of my ancestors I do say, I shall not break my word this day.”

“Good,” the mare said, almost cheerfully and pulled away from the filly, her member vanishing.

Zecora was lowered to the floor and released from the magical hold that had been holding her.

She walked over to one of the walls, waved a hoof over it and murmured a few words.

The wall flashed with a golden light, before a small square opening appeared in the wall. Inside the opening was a small wooden box.

Before she could respond, the box was taken in the mare’s blue aura and zipped through the air over to her, before Zecora found herself unable to move as magic held her in place again.

“First, I’m going to see if this is the real deal,” the cloaked mare said, opening the box to reveal the red gem surrounded by a unicorn had and Pegasus wings.

She lifted it up in her magic and placed it around her neck. At once her eyes and aura flashed red and her leer darkened.

“Oh, yes. This is the real deal alright. Also, sorry, but neither of you will remember this night.”

There was a flash of red light and both ponies dropped to the floor, unconscious, all traces of their encounters removed from their memory.

Smirking, the mare removed the amulet from her neck, placing it back in the box, before stashing it in her cloak. She then removed the rope hogtying the filly and left, closing the door behind her. She had a train to Saddle Arabia to catch.

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Trixie blinked, looking around. Why was she standing in an alley? And what was she holding?

Looking down, Trixie gasped as she saw the Alicorn Amulet in her hooves. At once memories of her failures in Ponyville sprang to her mind filling her with anger, which was only fueled further when she remembered that pathetic excuse for a pony princess had been sending her letters, telling her all about her wonderful life.

Trixie cursed Twilight Sparkle’s name. It was Trixie who deserved all the praise and adoration from the ponies of Equestria, not that bookworm of a pony.

She and her perfect friends, the country bumpkin, the crazy pink pest, the prissy unicorn, the spineless Pegasus and that arrogant other Pegasus.

All six of them were adored by Equestria. She deserved it, not them. She’d struggled and worked hard and gotten nothing, while they got lucky and were praised by all, even the princesses.

“Well, not anymore,” Trixie said, affixing the Alicorn Amulet to her neck, her eyes flashing red. “Trixie will take back what is rightfully hers. And, if Trixie cannot be praised for her own actions,” she turned to head back to her caravan, a sinister grin on her face, “she will be praised for being the mother of those six ponies instead.”

Author's Note

Hoo-boy. This is gonna be an interesting one.

Now, don't worry. there will be no more mentions of rape being implied to happen after this chapter. the antagonist just needed a reason strong enough to force Zecora to do as she wish.

All you have to worry about now is the graphic descriptions of ponies in another ponies womb.