Doll

by Andysonic1

Rating: mature
Tags: Sad, Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sex, Twilight Sparkle
Length: 4346

Trixie orders a very special doll

When Trixie unintentionally orders a Twilight Sparkle doll, it begins to change her life for the better.

Based off the image and imgur album (hit source).

This story is also not proofread, like, at all. If you stumble across errors let me know!

I released the rest of the parts as this became super popular.

Published 2012-07-14 00:24:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-07-14 00:24:02 UTC

Part One

Doll

By Andysonic1

Part One

The tip of the large magician’s hat fell forward limply on her head. Trixie sighed but didn’t bother to fix it. If it wasn’t the cape, it was the hat. She had left the cape at home today. Ponies stared at her enough as is.

Hooves on the cobblestone were the only sound she made as she walked home from her latest gig. Another filly’s party for some rich colt. The bits, half of what they had discussed beforehand, were tucked inside her hat. It was all she had to get her through the week.

The arrival at her apartment complex on the edge of Canterlot was anticlimactic. No feelings of relief washed over her as she started up the stars to her door. None were expected. Her life after the loss of so many bits in the magician’s cart in Ponyville had not been an easy one. She had put all her hope, and bits, into it. She had set out to show her talents to the world.

And all she got was failure.

Trixie shut her eyes as she crested the stairs, shutting out the past thoughts. There was nothing she could do to change what had happened. All she could do was make the future brighter. If a little alcohol made her happy now, well, she wouldn’t mind that at all.

Eyes still closed, the unicorn bumped into something in front of her door. It was a box taller than she was. Confused, she checked the address and name on it. She didn’t remember ordering anything; she didn’t have the bits for it.

A sticker on the side confirmed it was for her. More confused than ever, Trixie opened her door and pushed the cardboard box inside. Locking the door behind her, she put her hat down on her coffee table and stared at the box.

Shrugging, she used her magic to lift it up ad peel the tape along the bottom away.

And out dropped Twilight Sparkle.

Trixie jumped backwards in surprise. She hit her small TV and just managed to turn and catch it before it fell off its stand. Spinning back around, she said, “What are you doing here?!”

Twilight lay where she fell.

Concerned now, Trixie cautiously walked over to the other pony. As she did, she noticed stitching along Twilight’s face and a tag sticking out of her back. When she poked her with her hoof she felt soft. Twilight’s eyes stared at nothing and her smile never wavered.

“A…doll?”

Trixie fell on her rump, more confused than ever. Who would send her such a thing? Twilight Sparkle had been the main reason for her failure in Ponyville. If the town had been destroyed by the Ursa Minor than no one would have known about her lies. Instead, she became the laughing stock of Canterlot, reduced to a for-hire magician.

The sight of her made Trixie’s grit her teeth in anger. Was this some kind of sick joke? Somepony wanting to rub in how far she had fallen? The smile on the doll, mocking her, laughing quietly at her misfortune…

“You think you can laugh at ME?!” Trixie yelled and grabbed the nearest object to hit the doll with. Half way to the doll she stopped her swing and stared at the empty beer bottle in her hand. When had she drunk that?

A quick look around the apartment revealed more empty bottles. Her hangover this morning had been bad but…

“Oh no…” Trixie raced to her years old computer. Sometimes, when she was very drunk, she would buy things, small things, things she could afford. Even so, in the morning she would cancel the orders. But that morning she had been late and hung-over…

And there it was. An “order complete” email from the site she used to buy things online. One “one of a kind” life size Twilight Sparkle doll. Trixie almost fainted when she saw the price.

“No, no, no, no!” the unicorn repeated over and over as the page to her bank account loaded on the screen. She wouldn’t order something like this! It was too much money! Maybe there was some mistake!

Bank account balance: empty.

Trixie felt tears well up and run down her cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t happening. She was saving up. She was going to move to a better place, far from here, where she could have friends and meet somepony special and perform her magic for all and…

The zeros remained zeros on the screen.

“No…no…” she lifted her hoof to the screen, “Why…” Trixie turned to the doll. “You…you did this! You destroyed my life!” She lifted the doll with her magic, prepared to rip it in half.

Twilight Sparkle stared smiling at her. It looked so real…

The question kept repeating in Trixie’s head: why did she buy this? Because she had no one. She got her gigs from the internet. She interacted with no pony on her way to and from them. She frequented the same stores often but knew none of the employee’s or other shopper’s names. If she were to die, not a single pony around would mourn her.

The doll slowly floated to the floor to a seated position in front of Trixie. She kept crying. She couldn’t help it. All her bits…and for what? So she could come home and somepony would be there?

“What can you do, anyways?” Trixie said between sniffles, “You’re just a doll…you’re not real…”

Twilight Sparkle smiled at her. Her eyes were inviting, kind. Friendly.

“I’ve don’t have any friends…” Trixie said quietly. She moved closer to Twilight. The other unicorn kept smiling, happy. She was happy to see her, happy to be there. Like a friend would be. It made Trixie happy to see her so happy. Like she was a real friend…

Trixie threw her front legs around Twilight and sobbed. If this was what she had to do to be happy, then so be it. She would make her money back. And she would have a friend to spend it with.

“…a real friend…” Trixie said, hugging Twilight tight. She let up a little when she noticed just how tight she was hugging her.

“Sorry…I’ll be more gentle from now on…”

Part Two

Doll

By Andysonic1

Part Two

One month later…

The door to the apartment opened and Trixie rushed inside. She closed the door quickly and quietly behind her. Silently, she pressed her ear to the wood and waited.

When no sounds came from outside she breathed a sigh of relief. Her rent was past due, again. The gigs were getting better, the money coming in a little more steadily, but she was still short.

After putting her magician’s hat and cape on the rack beside the door, Trixie called out, “I’m home!” No pony answered, but she smiled anyways. Twilight was often busy with her own work while Trixie was out.

She walked into the kitchen and found Twilight beside the kettle. “Tea? I would love some!” Trixie beamed, “Let me help you!”

Though it had only been a month since the Twilight Sparkle doll had come into her life, Trixie had quickly incorporated it into her everyday life. She had never realized how much companionship could lift ones spirits. It didn’t matter if her day was good or bad; Twilight was there, smiling, ready to listen to all her problems.

While the water boiled for the tea, Trixie told Twilight about her day. Another spoiled child’s party. Though the work was often humiliating, the money was good. If she could just catch up on her rent she could move to a nicer place, make some real friends…

The train of thought made Trixie pause. She lifted her hoof to Twilight’s cheek, “I have you…that’s all I need…”

A slamming knock on the apartment door made Trixie jump. “Trixie!” a gruff voice yelled from outside, “I saw you come in! Open up or I’ll call the cops to drag you out!”

Face flushed red, Trixie grabbed Twilight and shoved her under the bed, away from sight. “Hang on! I’m coming!” she yelled back and she hurried to the door. As soon as she unlocked it her landlord shoved it open from the other side. She fell back with a cry of surprise and landed on her butt.

In he strolled, a large, black colt with brown eyes. His cutie mark was covered by a painter’s uniform. “You think you can sneak past me, Trixie?”

Stammering, still seated, “N-no! I just…I…”

He reached out and stomped down on some of her hair resting on the ground. Trixie was pulled forward and cried out again in pain. “Where’s my money?!”

“I almost have it!” Trixie said through a sob, tears coming to her eyes. “Please! I just need more time!”

Scoffing, “All you bitches are the same,” her landlord lifted his hoof off her hair.

Trixie raised her hoof to her head and brought it away when it felt sticky. When the colt before her stayed quiet, she raised her eyes to meet his. She saw him look her up and down. It made her shudder.

“Maybe there’s some other way you can pay this month’s rent…”

Trixie couldn’t help blush and look down. But as she did, she glimpsed a large object between her landlord’s legs. And it was getting larger.

“Tell you what, Trixie,” he said smoothly, walking forward, towering over her, “You do one little favor for me, and you’ll be all paid up for this month.”

“I…I…” but she couldn’t speak. Something so degrading, so demeaning, she couldn’t possibly do that…”Please…just a little more time…”

“Your times run out, Trixie.” It was right in front of her face now. A heat radiated off of it. “Time to pay up.”

Trixie had never seen one so close. Her jaw hung loose, shocked by it. She’d never allowed a colt to be with her that way. There was nuzzling and flirting but never this…

Apparently tired of waiting, her landlord took advantage of her gaping mouth and thrust forward. Trixie tried to back away but his front legs were around her already. He thrust forward while pushing her towards him. And in it went.

She would have gasped if she could have. It filled her mouth and tried to go deeper. Struggling, Trixie put her front hooves on his back legs and kept him from trying to put it all inside. Even so, it became hard to breath. Her heartbeat raced. This wasn’t how her first time was supposed to be.

Her landlord struggled against her a moment, trying to get all of himself into her mouth. When he realized he couldn’t, he moved his hips back, keeping only an inch in.

For a moment, Trixie thought he was finished. But her hopes were shattered when he thrust in again. Then out. Then in. He found a rhythm and kept it, moaning softly. She could only sit there and take it, unable to do more while keeping him from choking her.

His rhythm began to increase. With a great sigh of relief, he shot his seed into her mouth. A sudden burst of strength followed and he forced himself as deep as he could in.

Caught off guard, Trixie choked and gagged. Her hooves beat against his muscled body but did no nothing to stop him from enjoying his orgasm. Some of the liquid came back up and found an exit through her nose, further blocking off air.

Moments before she thought she would die, he pulled out of her. Trixie rolled to her side and vomited up everything he had deposited and more. Mentally and physically exhausted, she lay crying on the ground, dry heaving, unable to process anything other than the obvious: she had been raped.

Her landlord took down her wizard cape and used it to clean himself off, saying, “Consider us even for this month. You fuck me again, and I’ll come back and fuck you.” He finished by tossing the cape onto her and leaving.

Trixie didn’t know how long she lay there. The tea kettle started to blow. A headache crawled into her mind. She tried to stand but only ended up turning herself.

She could see the Twilight doll under the bed, staring at her. Trixie reached out towards it. Tears blurred her vision. Her raw throat couldn’t make out any words to call out to it.

It smiled at her.

A few days later, Trixie caught a break and performed for a generous patron. He gave her enough to move to a new apartment miles away from her previous one. It wasn’t much better in terms of commodity, but just being away from that place and those horrible memories were enough.

It took a long time for her to hold Twilight like she had before, but Trixie continued to grow closer to her. Soon, they were sleeping in the same bed. It only made sense, after all. There was only one bed in the apartment.

“Goodnight, Twilight,” Trixie said every night. But tonight, she leaned over and kissed Twilight on the cheek before rolling over quickly, blushing. Smiling.

It was good to have a friend, but maybe it was better to have something more.

Twilight Sparkle stepped off the bus and surveyed her surroundings. It was a low income part of Canterlot; not a bad place to live but certainly not the best. A paper floated beside her, held up by her magic. She turned and looked it over again.

On it was one address. The address of whoever had bought that doll of her, made without her permission. She would find whoever the weirdo was that bought the doll and destroy it.

“No one makes me into some hug pillow and gets away with it…” she growled.

To be continued…

Part Three

Doll

By Andysonic1

Part Three

“Oh, where’s my new cape? In the closet? I just checked there!”

The Twilight Sparkle doll sat and happily watched Trixie rush around her new apartment, knocking into half empty boxes, trying to find her things.

Finally digging out her new cape from the closet, the very late and powerful Trixie slipped it and her wizard hat on, “I’ll be home late, so have dinner without me!” She turned to Twilight and, though late, slowly leaned in and gave the doll a peck on the cheek, “I…love you!”

Blushing, the unicorn rushed out of the apartment. She was walking on sunshine right than with everything going her way. The gig would start in just a few minutes so she would have to hurry, but other than that, everything was going amazingly well lately for Trixie.

Still not used to her new apartment, however, Trixie had forgotten to lock the door behind her…

Twilight Sparkle sipped tea under an umbrella outside a café while staring intently at the piece of paper before her. The warm sunshine in Canterlot along with the tea were tools she was trying to use to calm herself down. The paper, on the other hand, undermined all of that.

On it was an advertisement printed out from the internet for a one of a kind Twilight Sparkle doll. It boasted that the doll was so real, so authentic, that it was 100% atomically correct.

The tea cup she held up with her magic chipped and crackled.

She had read the paper a hundred times, yet it always made her boil with rage. How could somepony do something so…so…disrespectful as to create a lifelike doll of her! The one who had created the doll, a citizen of Ponyville, had already been dealt with.

Former citizen of Ponyville. The colt responsible was currently locked in the Canterlot dungeons. Though it made her slightly worried for her own thought process, it brought her joy to know the one responsible for this doll was rotting in a cell.

Now all that remained was to find the doll and rip it to shreds.

She remembered Pinkie Pie asking, “What if a little foal owns the doll? You wouldn’t take it away from her, would you?”

“It wasn’t a foal who bought it…” Twilight said allowed, “It was an adult pony…”

‘…an adult pony with a problem’ is what she didn’t add. Whoever bought that doll bought it for their own sick purposes. Twilight Sparkle meant to end those purposes and send a message to anypony who thought of turning her likeness into some sick toy.

Finishing her tea in one gulp, Twilight stood and picked up the other paper she carried with her. On it was the second address she had been given for the buyer, the first being a previous address. The landlord at the first address had been so rude he hadn’t even told Twilight the name of the resident, only that she moved and where.

She memorized the address, looked at the street names, put her things in her pack, and started walking. The address was right down the street from the café.

Panting, Trixie ran past security (rent-a-colts, really) and made it to the stage of the party just as they called her name to perform. On wobbly legs, she cast a few flares and firecrackers while she caught her breath.

The five year old audience ate it up.

The apartment Twilight was looking for was on the second floor of a complex. She trudged up the stone stairs, passing a pony carrying laundry down to the machines, and stood outside the door to her destination.

The unicorn took a deep breath. She had promised Princess Celestia that this would not be a repeat of what happened when she met the creator of the doll…but then, she also promised she would be with a royal guard when she went to destroy the doll as well.

She raised her hoof and knocked on the door. It opened at her touch. Startled a moment, Twilight cautiously opened the door the rest of the way.

“Hello?” she called in, “Anypony home?” No answer.

Looking left and right, Twilight opened the door all the way and slipped inside.

Trixie ended up only performing for a few minutes before the birthday girl decided to have herself a cry, which chain reactioned to the rest of the babies assembled. Though her act was cut short, she was paid full and could leave early, which was what she did.

She couldn’t remember the last time she skipped. Thoughts of a romantic dinner with Twilight Sparkle filled her head as she made her way back home.

A few ponies outside her apartment building were gossiping and looking around. Though not usually one to eavesdrop, Trixie purposefully walked near them before walking to the stairs.

“…what do you think she is doing here?”

“I don’t know. Something important I assume…”

“…I mean, she’s THE Twilight Sparkle, after all…”

The sound Trixie made from her throat had everypony looking at her funny. Racing against her thoughts, Trixie rushed up the stairs and to her apartment’s door.

It was open.

Inside, Trixie could see Twilight Sparkle, the REAL Twilight Sparkle, staring into a box labeled ‘pictures’. They were all of her and the Twilight Sparkle doll, all in the apartment: having dinner, watching TV, playing video games, looking up funny videos on the internet…

Twilight levitated one out of the box. It was in a heart shaped frame. Only the doll was in that one, center fold, looking into the camera, smiling. It was Trixie’s favorite photo.

Trixie made another involuntary noise. It startled Twilight enough to drop the frame. It fell onto the floor and cracked. Twilight turned and locked eyes with Trixie.

The room blurred slightly for the magician. She couldn’t find her voice at all. Sometimes, in her wildest dreams, she would imagine living in Ponyville with Twilight and her friends. Living a normal life. But never had she thought she would see the real Twilight Sparkle again.

A moment of silence stretched. Twilight hadn’t thought she would ever see Trixie again, or that SHE would be the one with the doll. Or that she would be so…obsessed with it. There were tons of pictures in the box next to her with the two of them together. It made her feel…strange. Her rage temporarily subsided due to the confusion of her feelings.

But her purpose stayed true. “I’ve come for the doll,” Twilight said, “It was made without my permission and I’ve…” come to destroy it, she wanted to say but couldn’t.

Trixie stood stone still, tears starting to stream down her cheeks. She knew what Twilight was here for. In the back of her mind she always thought it odd that Twilight Sparkle would have allowed a doll of her likeness to be made. But she had shrugged it off as an unproductive thought. Now…

Finding her voice again, Twilight said, “Trixie…that doll…”

“Don’t take her away…” Trixie said in a whisper. Twilight heard it. It was like the whole world was silent right then.

“She…it…” for all the hours Twilight had imagined this conversation, she had never imagined it turning out like this. The doll meant more to Trixie then anything, that Twilight was sure of. But still.

Steeling her resolve, Twilight looked Trixie in the eyes and asked softly, “Where is it?”

Shaking her head, Trixie’s cheek twitched, “This can’t be happening…I must be dreaming, this could never be-”

“Trixie,” Twilight said firmly, “Where is the doll?”

The magician’s eyes shot to the door to her room before she could stop herself. Twilight turned her head to look at the door.

When she looked back, Trixie was feet away from her and closing. Without thinking, Twilight summoned a purple shield around herself that bounced Trixie away and into some stacked boxes.

The light blue unicorn struggled to rise, half buried under her own belongings. Seeing she hadn’t taken any serious harm, Twilight turned to the bedroom door and opened it. Inside, the Twilight Sparkle doll sat on the bed, smiling.

Twilight took a step into the room and Trixie screamed, “Don’t take her away! Please!”

Shutting out the sound, Twilight approached the doll. It was an exact replica, down to the last detail. It sickened her. Somepony watched her for hours, recorded her every detail, and created this doll to fulfill their own dark desires. When they weren’t satisfied, they sold it off.

Trixie’s yelling turned to sobs.

Twilight starred into the eyes of the doll. It shouldn’t be allowed to exist, she knew that. Leaving there without destroying it meant condoning the creation of more. “I’m sorry,” she said as she enveloped the doll in her magic.

Though she couldn’t see into the bedroom where she lay, Trixie heard Twilight’s magic. She started to struggle more to be free of her stuff, saying over and over, “No, no, no!” Trixie couldn’t imagine a world without her Twilight. She didn’t want to live in a world without her.

Before she could escape the pile, she heard it. The sound of cloth ripping slowly. Trixie’s muscles went slack as her entire world became that sound. That horrible, slow sound. It went on forever.

Trixie watched Twilight Sparkle walk out of her bedroom and look at her. There were tears in the purple unicorn’s eyes. A stray piece of stuffing clung to her foreleg.

Again she said, “I’m sorry.”

The magician couldn’t find her voice. Her eyes darted from Twilight to the open bedroom door as she continued to quietly sob. The world seemed to continue looking on silently.

Not knowing what else to do, Twilight Sparkle started towards the door to the apartment. Trixie saw her about to leave and, for reasons she didn’t know, reached out towards her, “Ah!”

Twilight stopped and looked back. Their eyes locked.

“Ah…” Trixie tried to think of what she wanted to say, of why she stopped Twilight from leaving. Finally, she said, “Don’t….go…”

Sighing softly, Twilight closed her eyes, “I am not…whoever you made that doll be, Trixie…”

“I…I know that…” Trixie chocked out, “I just…she was all I had…I…” The realization hit her then. She was alone again. No friends, no family. No doll.

She seemed to shrink in on herself as she curled up and cried in earnest. There was no one now. No one to come home to, no one to talk with, no one to-

Click!

The sound of a camera going off startled Trixie. She looked up and saw Twilight lowering a camera she had found on a table nearby. A photo slid out the front of the camera. Twilight took it and the broken heart frame in her magic and looked at Trixie.

“I won’t tell you what to do, Trixie…but Ponyville isn’t going anywhere.”

After fixing the glass with a spell, Twilight took the old photo of the doll out of the frame and put the new one in. She placed the frame on the table with the camera and rushed out of the apartment.

Trixie lay in her belongings a long time. Birds started to chirp outside. Her upstairs neighbors argued about something. Somepony started playing music too loudly down the street.

Slowly, she untangled herself from the pile and walked to the table. The frame was there with the camera. Inside its heart shape was Twilight Sparkle, the REAL Twilight Sparkle. She was looking into the camera. Her smile was forced but…

“…is this what I wanted?”

The wagon had cost her everything. Pulling it herself was hard work, even with magic. The road to Ponyville was long and would take several days.

“But,” Trixie said one night, looking up at the stairs from atop her wagonload of belongings, “I did it once before, I can do it again…”

A smiling face peered at her from within a heart shaped lens. Trixie smiled back at it, “And this time, I’ll start by making friends.”