Twilight flinched at hearing that this crazed looking woman wanted her. “M-me? What could you want with me?”

“Well, it’s not me, technically,” the blue-haired woman responded, slowly walking towards Twilight. “It’s my mistress. She’s the one interested in you. Though, as I said before, I can’t see why.” She sneered wickedly at the woman in front of her.

“Who is this ‘mistress’ you keep referring to? What does she want?” Twilight looked around the ruined farmer’s market, hoping to find an escape route if she needed it.

“Uh-uh-uh.” Trixie waggled her finger in protest. “A magician never reveals her secrets. What fun would there be if I just told you everything? Now, are you prepared to face the most magical person in all the land?” The woman stopped twenty feet from Twilight. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, pushing them up in display of intimidation.

Twilight shifted her gaze from side to side. she needed to stall this woman until she could think of a plan. “Um, and who may that be?” she asked.

The magician pitched forward and caught herself before falling. “ME! You simpleton. I’m the most magical person in all the land!” she shouted, stomping her foot which caused her large breasts to jiggle. “Who else could I be referring to?”

“Well, I assumed you meant this ‘mistress’ of yours,” Twilight said putting her hands on her hips. “Wouldn’t she be the most magical?”

“Mistress is the most powerful, whereas I am the most magical,” Trixie turned up her nose trying to dismiss Twilight’s comments.

“That sounds like a bold claim. How do I know you aren’t just making it up?”

“OOOOO! YOU MAKE ME SO…!” Trixie balled her fists and quivered with anger. “Fine! If you want proof, then how ‘bout a little duel?”

“Sounds good to me!” Twilight tried to sound as confident as possible, but inwardly she was freaking out at the idea of having to fight another person.

“WAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!” A man’s voice shouted from behind Twilight.

Both women turned to see a young man in a purple get up rush over to them. He stopped at the indigo-haired woman’s side and immediately doubled over, gasping for breath.

“That (wheeze) fire escape (gasp) had way (choke) too many (wheeze, wheeze) stairs,” the man puffed. “That was quite the run.”

The magician looked at the newcomer with utter disgust, “I’m sorry, and who might you be? For that matter, who are you?” she turned to twilight.

The man held up a finger as he continued to catch his breath. After a few moments he finally straightened up. “Whew! Okay. Holy shit. Her tits are as big as yours.”

“Excuse you!” Trixie spat. “My breasts are at least a few centimeters bigger than that loser’s! Get it right, you lame sidekick.”

“Not a sidekick,” Spike grumbled. He turned to Twilight. “Hey, you haven’t used your real name, have you?”

“Nope,” she shook her head. “Haven’t even had a chance to, anyway.”

“Well, let’s come up with an alias. Just to be safe.”

“Alright, any suggestions?”

The green-haired man looked over the woman before him. He resisted the urge to call her the ‘Titanic Titwillow’ and kept thinking. “Um…how about…the Masked…Matter…Horn?”

“The Masked Matter-Horn?!” Twilight shouted.

“Is that your name?” Trixie inquired. “Booo! Do better!”

“Hey, I’m not good under pressure, okay?” Spike turned back Twilight. “Look, just go with it for now. You can change it later if you want to.”

“If you two are done fixing your makeup, could we PLEASE move this along!” the magician demanded. “I don’t like to keep the mistress waiting. She gets…’evil’, if you know what I mean.” The blue-haired woman snapped her fingers and her ensemble began circling them.

“Great, just what we need,” Spike breathed. “This is not what I expected coming to Maretropolis.”

“You think I wanted any of this? No!” Twilight retorted. “But right now, we’ve got no other choice!”

The young man cracked his knuckles and took up a fighting stance. “Tch, I hate it when you’re right,” he growled.

“Do as you wish with the other one, but leave the girl to me,” Trixie informed her minions. She snapped her fingers again and the group of men and women charged forward.

“OH SHIT!” Spike leapt out of the way of the woman closest to him. “Hey! Easy now! Whoa! Hands off!”

The green-haired man found himself surrounded by several women who kept trying to grab him. He effortlessly dodged their advances but found their scantily clad bodies and bouncing breasts all too distracting. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to do more than just hurt me.”

One particularly fast blond wearing a brown Stetson charged forward with a hammer kick ready. She brought her foot down with enough force to crack the pavement, and Spike barely had time to stumble out of the way.

“Yikes! That was close.”

A group formed a small circle around Spike and the blond. The woman cracked her neck and prepared for her next attack.

“Okay, I guess we’re doing this now!”

Meanwhile with Twilight and Trixie, the two were taking turns shooting bolts of magic at each other. Both just barely dodging the other’s blasts.

“HAHAHA!! This can’t be all that you’ve got!” (ZAP) Trixie taunted the librarian. “I mean, what exactly was the mistress expecting from some inexperienced loser like you?” (ZAP) She began to apply more pressure, forcing Twilight to go on the defensive.

“YEEP!” Twilight shrieked as she twisted her body to avoid a blast from Trixie. Her breasts wobbled, and she staggered a bit. “How the hell do you move with these things?” she grabbed her chest to stop them from jiggling.

“Pathetic! You can’t even handle your new body. How are you supposed to be of any use to the mistress?” The magician took hold of her own breasts and began working them in circular motions. “This is how you use your body,” her breathing became heavy and her gem started to glow. “I’m clearly the better choice (oh). I’m clearly the one with more power (ah). So, why don’t I just wipe you off the face of this planet and tell my mistress you weren’t good enough to join her?” Trixie stopped massaging her breasts and her gem glowed with a brilliant light.

“Uh-oh,” Twilight squeaked.

Trixie let loose a concentrated blast of magic. The young librarian jumped out of the way and the magic bolt shattered a park bench. She kept firing magic as Twilight hastily ran away. Trixie taunted the woman by firing blasts close to her but never directly at her. Twilight kept running, changing direction to try and confuse Trixie.

“What’s the matter, Matter-horn? Are you too afraid to fight back?”

Twilight scrambled away from her assailant, trying her best to formulate some kind of plan. But it was no use. She was too scared and too inexperienced to do anything but flee. ‘Maybe Trixie’s right’, she thought. ‘Maybe I am just a loser in way over her head’. She ducked behind a concrete flower bed only for it to be blown apart like the rest of the farmer’s market.

The librarian soon found herself backed against a wall. She watched as the magician slowly stalked forward, gem glowing brilliantly.

“And, so ends the short career of the superhero ‘Matter-Horn’,” Trixie chided. “It’d be tragic if it weren’t so pathetic.”

‘Don’t give up. Fight back.’ A voice said inside Twilight’s head.

“What?” she looked around trying to find the source of the voice.

‘You’re more powerful than you think you are. Just reach deep within yourself.’

With nothing to lose, Twilight concentrated and began to charge her own gem.

“DIE, LOSER!!!” Trixie screamed and let loose a blast of energy.

Twilight responded in kind and shot her own energy blast. The two beams collided and the two became locked in a contest of power.

“Guh! Don’t for a second think you can win!” the blue-haired woman shouted. “I’ll show you who’s the superior one!” She increased the intensity of her blast, pushing it back towards Twilight.

‘That’s it, you’re doing great,’ the voice said to her again. ‘Don’t resist the magic. Let it flow through you.’

Twilight took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She felt the spark of magic the voice spoke of. It was warm and fluttering. Twilight embraced the magic and let it fill her, let it envelop her whole being. Her eyes flashed open and she readied herself. The indigo-haired woman gritted her teeth and began pushing back Trixie’s blast. The magician’s eyes widened as she felt herself losing to this woman.

“AH!!!” She ducked to avoid being hit by the blast from Matter-Horn and eyed her angrily. Trixie’s gem glowed, and chunks of rubble levitated in the air. “Enough games let’s see how you handle this!” she hurled the rubble at the woman trying to batter her.

The indigo-haired woman merely flashed her gem and turned the flying debris into flowers. She then levitated rubble of her own and began marching towards Trixie. The magician panicked and thrust her hand into her breasts. She pulled out and object and threw it on to the ground. Purple smoke billowed out and obscured Twilight’s vision. The young psion cleared the area with her magic only to find that Trixie had disappeared, and her minions were closing in.

“Take care of her!” Trixie’s voice was heard.

“Uh-oh,” Twilight squeaked.

Elsewhere in the plaza, Spike found himself in a bit of a sticky situation. One of Trixie's henchmen had him in a full-nelson hold and the Stetson wearing blond was hanging off his waist with just her legs. She slowly worked her hands across his chest and looked down at him with hungry eyes.

“H-hey! Stop!” Spike stammered. “I know I’m eager to lose my virginity, but this isn’t quite what I had in mind.” He tried to wiggle free but to no avail. The blond began to tug at the mask Spike was wearing. “NO! Stop! My god, your legs are strong!”

With nothing else to do, Spike closed his eyes and headbutted the woman clinging to him. She reeled back clutching her face. Spike then slammed his head back into the man holding him, causing him to let go of the green-haired man. The young man then grabbed the blond woman and threw off him.

“Alright, now for you,” he said turning to the guy behind him. Spike punched him square in the jaw then screamed in pain. “AAAAAHH!! What are you made of?!” he cried, holding his hand.

“You like that?” A woman’s voice spoke.

Spike looked up to see Trixie draped over the shoulders of the man he tried to punch.

“I made them to my specifications: tall, rugged, built like a brick shit house,” she slapped the man’s solid chest. “They can take quite the beating. Now, why don’t you be a good little boy and become my slave?”

Trixie's gem glowed and a pale pink aura surrounded Spike. The aura faded and Trixie scrunched up her face in confusion. “I said, become my slave!” Her gem glowed again, but once more nothing happened.

Spike stood there frozen, afraid something might happen if her moved.

Trixie jumped off the man and landed in front of Spike. She placed a hand on his chest. “Grrr. BECOME MY SLAVE!!!”

“Is that supposed to be doing something to me?” Spike asked. He took a couple steps back from the magician.

“Why? Why won’t it work?” Trixie demanded. “You’re supposed to turn into one of them!” she pointed to the man behind her.

“How should I know? It’s your stupid magic.” Spike shrugged. He reared back and punched the stunned woman in the face.

“AH!” Trixie shrieked as she stumbled back.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. Wait, why am I apologizing? You’re attacking people!” Spike took up an offensive stance, ready to strike again.

Trixie wiped blood from her mouth and glared at the green-haired man. “How DARE you hit the face of the great and powerful me!” She shouted and snapped her fingers. The group of people surrounding him began to close in.

“Come on, not again,” Spike groaned preparing himself for another attack.

Suddenly, a scream echoed throughout the farmer’s market, and a figure came hurtling towards Spike and Trixie. Both jumped out of the way as it crashed into the concrete.

Twilight untangled herself and rubbed her head. “Oof, I really need to work on those landings.”

“TWIL-MATTER-HORN!” Spike nearly blurted out her real name. “You’re okay.”

“Of course,” she said winking. “I couldn’t just leave my ‘sidekick’ to fend for himself, now could I?”

“Not a sidekick,” Spike grumbled.

“B-but, how?” Trixie sputtered. “I had at least thirty of my minions deal with you. What happened to them?”

“Oh, they’ve been dealt with,” Twilight said coyly. “By which, I mean they’re all asleep. Seriously, one simple ‘knock-out’ spell and their done for.”

“That seems…anticlimactic,” the green-haired man said folding his arms.

“I know, right? All of these goons, and they just go down like wet tissue paper.”

“Maybe for you,” Spike started, “I had to fight tooth and nail just to keep them off me.”

“Oh, um, here. Maybe this will help,” Twilight said. She held up her hand which started to glow.

“Oh no! Not that again!” Spike shied away from his sister. “I don’t want you to give me a ‘surprise boner’ again.”

“What? No! God no!” Twilight gave him a look. “I’m just going to enhance your physical abilities. like when I was jumping around.”

“Oh, okay then.” Spike held out his hand and let Twilight cast the spell.

“HEEEEELOOOOOO!!! We’re still fighting here!” Trixie shouted at them.

“Hold on just a second,” Twilight held up a hand to the magician.

Trixie threw up her hands and gave them a look of disbelief.

“Alright, you ready?” the librarian asked.

Spike cracked his knuckles and nodded. “Let’s do this.”

“Enough games! I’m going to squash you two like bugs!” Trixie screamed. “ATTAAAAACK!!!”

At her command, the horde of people swarmed Twilight and Spike. Twilight leapt out of the way and began zapping the controlled minions with a sleeping spell, while Spike used his magically enhanced body to fight them directly.

“Oh yeah! That’s what I’m talking about!” Spike cheered as he pushed back one particularly burly guy with a series of punches. He wrapped his arms around the man and proceeded to suplex him into the concrete. “Alright, who’s next?” the young man turned and jumped into the crowd.

Meanwhile, the magician began backing away in horror. “No, no, no, no,” she whimpered shaking her head. “This isn’t right. They shouldn’t be able to do this. They’re just a bunch of losers.” Trixie continued to cower as the two siblings whittled down the numbers of her minions.

When the last minion had been disposed of, Twilight and Spike turned their attention to the blue-haired woman. They marched towards her with fire in their eyes.

“No! S-stay back!” she stammered. “Take o-one more step and I’ll…”

“Game over, Trixie,” Twilight said. “Just give up.”

Trixie looked between the two siblings, then she looked to her fallen minions. “Grr, this isn’t over! You hear?” she spat backing away. “I’ll be back, mark my words. You haven’t heard the last of Trixie!” With that, she turned on her heel and fled the scene.

“Don’t forget your ‘parting gift’!” Twilight shouted. Her gem glowed and a bolt of magic shot out.

The blast struck Trixie and she was sent flying into the distance. “CURSE YOU MATTER-HOOOOOORN!!!!!” she cried.

“Whoa, Twi. What was that?” Spike voiced as he watched Trixie's figure disappear.

“I…I don’t know,” she answered rubbing her gem. “I just wanted to give her a bit of a scare, not shoot her into the sky…”

“Huh?” the young man bent over and picked up something from the ground.

“Find something?”

“Yeah,” he said standing up. “A tiny crystal heart? It’s a cufflink.” He handed it to Twilight.

“Hmm, I think it fell off Trixie,” she held it up to her eye. “Any idea what it means?”

“Nope.” Spike turned around looking at the ruined farmer’s market and the transformed people. “So, what are we going to do about them?”

As soon as he said that, the smoke surrounding the plaza cleared and Trixie's minions returned to their original forms.

“Maybe it only stays in affect so long as she’s around?” Twilight spoke.

Spike shrugged, “Your guess is as good as mine.” He looked around the plaza as the street lamps began to switch on. The sun had crawled beyond the horizon and night was upon them

With that, the sound of sirens filled the air and police cars began to surround the area. Several officers ran through the plaza and trained their guns on Twilight and Spike. A few avian police touched down and readied their firearms. One particular avian in plain clothes lands before the two siblings and walks towards them, dark-yellow ethereal wings dispersing behind him.

The man stood around six feet and had a muscular build. He had cornflower blue hair that was swept back, sharp blue eyes, a straight nose and small ears. He wore a black jacket over a grey t-shirt, blue jeans and combat boots. A police badge hung from a chain around his neck.

“Detective Valerius with the Maretropolis Police Department,” he announced himself. “We received several calls about a ‘disturbance’ at the Farmer’s Market?”

“Oh, officer, thank goodness,” Twilight bounded over to the detective, chest wobbling as she did so. “Yes, there was a disturbance here. A woman by the name of ‘Trixie’ came here and began wreaking havoc.”

The blue-haired man did a quick double-take at Twilight’s massive breasts and continued questioning her. “We have received reports of a woman in a ‘strange outfit’ terrorizing citizens…”

“Yes, that was Trixie,” Twilight interrupted the detective. “She was putting the people here under some kind of mind control. Don’t know why. But I was able to stop her before she could do anymore harm.” The indigo-haired woman puffed out her impressive chest with pride.

“And where exactly is this ‘Trixie’?”

Twilight’s eyes widened. “Um, well, you see. The thing is…I kinda, sorta, blasted her away. Far away.” She gave the man a sheepish smile.

The man raised an eyebrow at her. “Uh-huh? Miss, I’m going to have to ask you to come down to the station with me. Your little friend there as well.” He pointed to Spike.

Spike leaned towards Twilight. “Hey, Matter-Horn? We might not want to go with the police. That could prove problematic,” he whispered.

“What? Why?” Twilight turned and gave him a confused look. “Don’t we want their help finding Trixie and whoever she works for?”

“Secret identity? Does that ring any bells?”

“Oh, right.” Twilight took a few steps back and Spike followed suit.

“Miss, please remain where you are,” the detective said.

The indigo-haired woman put a hand on Spike’s shoulder and turned to him, “Don’t breathe,” she whispered to him.

“What?”

There was a bright flash and the two disappeared.

“Shit! They teleported!” one of the police shouted. “Someone get a psion tracker down here.”

“It’ll be too late by then,” the blue-haired detective informed them. The yellow wings materialized behind him and he launched himself into the night sky.

Twilight and Spike blinked into existence in an alley way across the street from the Farmer’s Market. The young man felt his stomach do a somersault and he doubled over. He placed a hand on the building to brace himself as he puked up the remains of his lunch.

“Phew, I’ll be fine,” he said wiping his mouth. “That did a number on me, though.”

“Yeah, the first time is always murder on the stomach,” Twilight said patting his back while looking over her shoulder. “They recommend practicing on an empty stomach.”

“I thought you said you couldn’t teleport,” Spike gave her a quizzical look.

“Well, I can,” she told him, “but only about two hundred feet. That’s the plaza over there.”

Spike turned to the place Twilight was pointing to. Sure, enough it was the plaza they had just fought Trixie and her transformed goons. The police had sectioned off the place and were taking statements from the people there.

“Besides, if we did teleport, it would have taken longer, and I would’ve been tired out.”

“So, now what? We try to get back to the library without being seen?”

“Sounds like a good idea. How’s the enhancement spell?”

At that very moment, Spike’s body flickered with a magenta aura then stopped. “I guess that means it’s worn off.”

“Alright, hold tight,” Twilight wrapped an arm around Spike. “We’re heading back.”

“Oh, not this again.”

“Would you prefer to walk?” She raised an eyebrow at him.

“No, ma’am,” he said defeated. Spike held onto Twilight and tried not to think about his arms pushing into her breasts.

“Here we…” Twilight crouched down and magically charged her legs. “GOOO!”

The two flew through the air and bounced off the tops of buildings. Twilight still elated by the rush she felt, while Spike held on for dear life.

“MARETROPOLIS P.D. FREEZE!!!” A man’s voice shouted from behind them.

Spike craned his neck to see the blue-haired detective quickly closing the distance between them.

“Holy shit! He’s fast!” the young man exclaimed.

“What?” Twilight landed and turned to see Detective Valerius heading right for them. “Oh, that’s bad!”

“Ya think?!”

“Don’t let go,” she said to him.

“Not on your life.”

Twilight leapt off the building and the man chased them.

“This is Detective Valerius. I am in pursuit of two suspects from the Farmer’s Market incident. Brawly, do you copy?” He shouted into his radio.

The blue-haired detective was easily keeping pace with them. Whenever Twilight tried to lose him by quickly changing direction and leaping into an alley, he was right there. Several times he would come close to catching them, and every time Twilight would teleport away.

“COULD!” (bamf) “YOU!” (bamf) “STOP!” (bamf) “DOING!” (bamf) “THAT?!” (bamf). Spike shouted in between teleportings.

“Don’t you dare barf here!” She warned him.

“At least warp us farther than thirty feet!”

“I can’t! It takes concentration to teleport! This is the best I can do!”

“Well, we gotta think of something! I don’t think he’s gonna give up so easily!”

“Yeah! Plus, I’m getting low on magic.” Suddenly, Twilight’s eyes flashed. “I’ve got an idea.” She set Spike down on a rooftop and leapt towards the oncoming detective.

“This involves leaving me here?”

Twilight zoomed up to the blue-haired detective and grabbed onto him. “Hi!”

The man flinched, taken aback by her suddenly latching onto him and her unusually peppy attitude. He composed himself and addressed her. “Miss, why did you flee? I’ll have to arrest you for-“

“Sorry about this,” she cut him off. Twilight raised a glowing hand and pressed it to his chest. The man’s body shuddered, and she teleported back to Spike.

The detective regain himself and continued his pursuit of them. However, a few moments later he felt something stir within himself. Detective Valerius clutched his middle and carefully made his way to a rooftop. He found a dark corner and collapsed there. With shaking hands, he undid his pants and released his massive erection. “What the hell did that woman do to me?” the blue-haired man said aloud, perplexed at his predicament.

“What did you do to him?” Spike asked as they sailed through the air.

“Oh, just something to keep him busy for a while,” she answered mischievously.

Spike pursed his lips and gave her a look. “You used that stimulation spell on him, didn’t you?”

“It was either that or get arrested! I don’t think mom and dad would be too excited to hear that our first night in Maretropolis was spent in a jail cell!” She said defensively.

“Fair point.”

On the outskirts of the city, in the abandoned warehouse, a certain magician made her way to the veiled throne that sat in the center of the building.

“M-mistress? I have returned.” Her voice shaking.

“I see that, Trixie,” the voice from behind the veil answered. “And pray tell, why did you return?”

“Because, I live here?”

There was a pregnant pause from the figure behind the veil before she spoke again. “I believe I ordered you to either bring the one with this power back to me or eliminate them. Am I mistaken?”

“No, mistress. But…”

“Then why have you come crawling back if you knew what your orders were?”

“To report back to you?”

“Report back to me? HA! If I wanted a report from you, I would have asked.”

Trixie bowed her head in shame. “Forgive me, mistress. I will go back out at once and resume my search for that girl.”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Mistress?”

“You see, Trixie, you have failed me. At a fairly simple task that you said you could handle. If I were to let you go, it would set a bad example for the rest of my pets. They may think they can get away with failing me as well. So, I think a punishment is in order.”

The veiled figure snapped her fingers and the men and women in the warehouse began closing in on Trixie.

“Wait! Mistress, please! Don’t do this!” the magician pleaded. “Trixie promises she’ll do better next time.”

“If there even is a next time.”

The two siblings make their way back to the library without much difficulty. They walked through the building to the director’s office.

“Why are you still like that?” Spike inquired.

“I’m not sure,” Twilight answered. “Honestly, I don’t know how to turn back. Just thought it would wear off.”

“Let’s ask Celestia when we get to her office.”

Raven stood waiting outside the door to the “Library Director” office and greeted them. “Welcome back, you two. It’s good to see you safe and sound.”

“It’s good to be back,” Twilight said with a sigh. “I’m tired, but I’m guessing Celestia wants to hear what happened?”

“You guess correctly,” Raven turned and entered the office.

Instantly, Twilight and Spike were treated to the fanfare of the magical talking orb. The crystal that Celestia was trapped in seemed to shine brighter than it normally did. “Their they are! Congratulations on your first victory!” She exclaimed with vigor. “I’d applaud you, but well, you know.”

“Yes, it was really exhilarating. I got to beat up a real-life bad guy. Or girl, rather,” the indigo-haired woman bounced up and down with excitement. “But I do have a question.”

“How to transform back?” Celestia asked without missing a beat.

“How did you…?”

“Like I said, I’ve been doing this for a looong time,” Celestia smiled at her new protégé. “Alright, it’s actually easier to do than the first transformation. Simply focus on yourself and envision stripping it off you.”

“Just like that?”

“Like taking off a dirty shirt.”

“Okay, here goes.” Twilight closed her eyes and concentrated. After a moment, a magenta aura swirled around her and then she was back to normal. Or, at least, her new normal. “Great, I still have these.” She grabbed her enhanced chest and sighed.

“Anyway, tell us about your adventure,” Celestia said excitedly.

And so, Twilight and Spike took turns recounting their encounter with the one calling herself “Trixie”. About how she seemed to use magic similar to Twilight’s. Her ability to transform and control several people. Spike spared no detail on how he tangled with twenty people at once, or so he claimed.

“Ooo, I wish I could have seen it. It sounds so exciting,” Celestia gushed. “I love the feeling of a new Ourania awakening and smacking evil-doers around.”

“It was quite fun,” Twilight agreed. “But I can’t help but wonder who it is Trixie works for. She seemed so eager to please this person.”

“We can only guess who that person could be. Maybe we’ll learn of their identity in the future. But you’re still too inexperienced to go after them. We don’t want another…” Celestia cut herself off.

“Another what?” the young woman tilted her head to the side quizzically.

“Never mind, it’s not important,” the crystal ball quickly dismissed it.

“Okay…” Twilight looked at Celestia suspiciously. “Oh, hey! I just remembered something.”

“Oh?”

“When I was fighting Trixie, I suddenly heard a voice in my head.”

“What did it say?” Raven asked.

“Just like: ‘don’t give up’, and ‘you have the power’. Stuff like that.”

“Did you hit your head, Twi?” Spike joked. “OW!” Twilight jabbed him in the arm.

“It’s possible you heard the voice of the goddess herself,” Celestia answered.

“The goddess Ourania?”

“Yes. It’s not uncommon to receive divine messages from the goddess herself. Be it advice, or prophetic visions. Often, we receive them in times of need.”

“Well, I certainly needed her. I was close to giving up. But I heard her speak to me, and it was like I knew everything was going to be alright.”

“That’s how the goddess is. Even in the bleakest of situations, she can inspire hope in people. The hope for a better, brighter, and sexier tomorrow.” Celestia looked at the two children before her and smiled. “Well, it looks like you two should get some sleep now.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not the least bit sleepy,” Twilight said failing to stifle a yawn.

“Come on, super hero,” Spike stood and helped his sister to her feet. “You can’t beat up the bad guys if you don’t get any sleep.”

“Yeah, you got a point.”

“That reminds me,” Raven spoke up. “I took the liberty of providing you both with pillows and blankets. They are in your rooms. I apologize for the lack of beds.”

“Hey, don’t about it. The room was more than enough,” Twilight assured her. “Night guys.”

“Good night,” Celestia and Raven said in unison.

The two siblings walked around the hall to their rooms. Twilight opened the door to hers and turned to Spike. “Good night, Spike.”

“Night, Twi.” Spike opened the door to his room.

“Spike?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for being there for me. I don’t know if I could have done this alone.”

Spike smiled and gave her a tight hug. “I’ll always be there for you.”

He released Twilight and closed the door to his room. Soon after he heard the sound of his sister flopping onto the pile of pillows and blankets Raven had been kind enough to give them. Spike walked past his own pile and grabbed his duffel bag. He placed it next to the writing desk and unzipped the top zipper. From the duffel bag he withdrew a framed picture of his family, a bag of rock candy, and a small wooden box. He popped a piece of candy into his mouth and opened the box. A large crimson gemstone sat in a black satin lining.

“Well, uncle Emerald,” Spike said picking up the gemstone. “I’m finally going to college to become a geologist. There’s been a few bumps on the road, but I think I’ll be able to manage.”

Trixie lay curled up in the fetal position, covered in sweat and semen. Her breath was ragged, and her anus and vagina were red and raw. She whimpered softly, unable to hold back her crying.

The veil on the throne fluttered and the person who sat on it step down into the light. The woman was a towering figure. Standing over six feet, possibly close to seven. Made even taller by her ridiculously high stilettos. Her breasts were enormous water balloons and her ass was wide enough for two people. She wore a pale pink leotard that looked as if was actually painted on, black sleeves and matching stockings. Like everyone else, she had a domino mask on and a pair of bunny ears. Her hair was a long curly trail of pink, purple and yellow. The mistress that Trixie answered to made her way to the shivering magician on the concrete floor.

In one swift motion, the woman swoops down and grabs Trixie by the hair, holding her at face level.

“Now, dear Trixie,” she said with a honeyed voice, “Have you learned your lesson?”

The woman weakly nodded as best she could.

“Are you going to behave yourself and do as your told?”

She nodded again.

“Good. Because unless you want to end up like a certain sunspot, I’d suggest you not fail me, again.” The towering woman dropped Trixie, and she fell with a heavy thud. “Now, clean yourself up. You disgust me.”

The woman turned and headed for a door in the back of the warehouse. Inside was a small room with several shelves filled with books of all sorts. In the middle of the room a man sat at a desk pouring over a large leather-bound book. He would read over the large book, turn to another book, then write down a few things on a notepad. The man was in his early thirties. He had messy orange hair and scruffy beard, light-blue eyes, and a pale-yellow oval gemstone set in his forehead. He wore a dark-blue cloak over a white shirt and blue jeans.

“How goes the translation of the ‘Tantranomicon’?” she asked him.

The man looked up from the book and ran a hand through his messy orange hair. He took off his glasses and cleaned them. “Slowly, mistress,” he sighed. “This is an ancient text. Possibly over a thousand years old. It was written in a script that has been dead for centuries. Even after six months of studying and deciphering, I’ve only been able to translate about twenty-four pages. That’s not taking into account the fact that some of the text is almost illegible.”

“How long do you think it will take you to translate the rest of the book?”

“I don’t know. Even if I were to work around the clock, I’d guess it would take approximately a year. Maybe a year and a half?”

“That long?” the woman sighed. “Well, in the meantime, I can continue to gather more people. Hopefully some strong individuals who won’t disobey orders. Collect their sexual energy. I would like this woman that gave Trixie such a hard time. She could prove quite useful. And once everything is complete, I will finally have my revenge on her.

Author's Note

And with that, the 'prologue chapters' of the story are finally complete. Phew, that took me longer than expected. But, honestly speaking, if I were to take as much time as I wanted, these chapters would probably have been double the number. No, this is probably the best way to do this.

Anyway, been having fun writing this. Really, what took so long was trying to figure out just how I wanted some things to go down. Twilight placing an 'enhancement' spell on Spike only came to me recently. But i'll probably make use of that more in the story.

For those who are wondering about the punishment scene with Trixie, I honestly didn't even think that up until about three weeks ago. I do have the scene planned out, but I seriously debated on putting it in at all. Even mentioning it. These scenes are meant to be Love Bunny exclusive, really. Most, if not all, of the hard core stuff is going to be relegated to her and her group. It's not that I have an issue with this stuff. Well, no more than the next person. But I feel it works better here if I purposely leave out the sex scene. Don't worry, I do intend to write these kind of scenes. Expect a fairly graphic one in the foreseeable future.

Now, onto our brave Detective Valerius. Oh boy, am I going to have fun with this character. The idea I had with him is sort of a combination of Commissioner Gordon from Batman, and J. Jonah Jameson from Spiderman. A near constant thorn in our heroes side, but not necessarily out to get them.

As for the Love Bunny and the revenge she has in store? Well, you'll just have to wait and see. MWAHAHA!!! I'M SO EVIL!!!

Anyway folks, thanks for taking the time to read this chapter. Please comment on anything you like, dislike, or what may need some improvement. I'm always open for criticism. Love you guys so much. See you in the next chapter.