Trixie slowly opened her eyes. Not that that did any good; she only saw black either way, no matter how many times she blinked. She could feel a bag over her head, horn and all, with a rope tied loosely around her neck. It wasn’t noose tight, rather just tight enough to keep the bag still. She tried to move her hooves out of instinct, to remove the rope around her neck, but found them tied down. She seemed to be on some sort of chair; either way, her legs hung off of it, her ass sat on it, and her back laid against it.

“I see you’re awake...” You! It was the same voice from the pony who knocked her out. Although the bag muffled it a bit, the voice was distinct enough that Trixie could easily tell who it belonged to. I’ll fucking kill you! “How are you doing? I assume poorly, but maybe you’re loving this,” Fuck you. Burn alive so I can blow you in your mother’s eyes. “Sheesh, no need to be so rude,” What?! Did I say that aloud?! Impossible, I- “Anyways, you want some water, miss...?”

“Fuck you,”

“About what I expected,” The rope around Trixie’s neck was quickly undone, scratching her neck as the coarse rope ran past, and the bag lifted up. Immediately, Trixie’s eyes homed in on the pony. They were purple, with a - much darker - purple mane, and a horn sticking through the hair. Race traitor. “So, about that water?”

“Fuck you,” Bitch.

“Suit yourself,” Trixie’s eyes dashed around the room. It was solid gray concrete, no windows in view. She guessed it was the same behind her, though she couldn’t check. A wooden door sat on one wall, a little latch on it. Unlocked. Good... “Good luck opening that door,” The mare walked up to it and spat at it. The spit immediately evaporated as it touched the handle, taking Trixie’s hopes with it. “Reaaaaaaaaaaaaaally hot, burned more than one to-be escapee,”

“How do you get out then?”

“Simple,” The mare set her hand on the door and opened it, then closed it. There was no sizzling of fur or charring of her hoof. “I have the spell,” Fuck. “Fuck indeed,”

The door opened again; this time a light blue pegasus with a rainbow mane walked in. She had on a solid blue suit, skin-tight, with a single equal sign on it. She can’t use magic, how did she- “Twi,”

“Dash,” The two exchanged nods, then looked back at Trixie. “This is the one who stayed behind. Not the one you already... ‘interviewed’, but the one who was up and about. She had a machine gun on her; a BAR, in fact,” This ‘Twi’ scribbled notes into her notepad, but it wasn’t paper. It was flat, and the back at least was made of some sort of metal.

“Huh... looks like what everyone else was describing...” Fuckers tortured my friends! “Should be named ‘Trixie’,”

“Is this true, Trixie?” Twi turned around and asked the cyan mare.

“Fuck you!” Fuck!

“Woah there,” Dash chuckled. “Fussy little mare,”

Trixie’s horn started to fill with energy, yet when she tried to use it, it burned the base of her horn. What the fuck?! “Magic-blocking ring,” Twi responded. “Can’t cast a spell,” Well fuck you too! Trixie immediately started pouring as much energy into her horn as possible, causing audible sizzling as this ‘ring’ burned into her horn. Although it hurt, Trixie kept pouring more and more into it, until eventually

“Uhhhhhhh... Twi?” ‘Dash’ asked, voice quavering.

“Y-yes, Dash?” Twi looked something between uncomfortable and frightened as she watched the cyan mare overpower the ring. Good...

“Should we... get out? Like, now?”

“Good idea!” The two ponies hurried out the door and slammed it shut on the mare left inside.

“Fuck... you!” Trixie screamed in rage as she felt the sizzling fade away. She was free once more! Her horn could cast spells, she could move about, she could

Conveniently pass out.

What felt like a while later, Trixie woke up on a hospital bed. The room was white, sterile looking. Her hooves were tied by... some strange, black contraption that was rope-like, but appeared to stick to itself. The bottom side was sorta prickly, and the top fuzzy. She could feel a tingling sensation from the ring, still on her horn, as she looked around the room. Multiple... lines, from bags full of fluids, flew straight into her arm. “D-doc?” She shakily called out. Am I... home...?

Two sets of hoofsteps came down the hallway. “So, this is the troublemaker?” An unfamiliar voice asked. Yet at the same time, it was... comforting. Familiar. Trixie didn’t know how to describe it.

“Yes. She had the ring ingrained into her horn,” Twi’s voice. So I’m still captive...

“Sounds like a powerful mare,” The voices were much closer, just outside of her room. Trixie began to look around in panic before biting at the rope-like substance. Although unlikely to yield, it was worth a shot...

“Yes, her name is...” The hoofsteps stopped in the doorway, and Trixie looked up with a sigh.

Trixie began with a “Fuck yo-”

“Trixie?” Trixie found herself looking at a pink unicorn, with a mane of purple and blue. Just like the one in the fire... “No way...”

“Who the fuck are you? How do you know my name?” How don’t I know yours?

The strange one walked over to Trixie’s bed, a pained look on it’s face. “I...”

“Starlight?” Twi asked, concerned.

Immediately, something clicked into place in Trixie’s head. That sounds... familiar...

“Twilight... go away...” This ‘Starlight’ responded. Before Twi could protest, a pink magical aura shoved her out of the room, closed the door, and latched it.

“What, you gonna kill me?” Trixie snorted. Fucker. Fitting for a xeno... but it’s Starlight... and? She’s a race traitor!

“No, never!” Starlight shook her head as hard as it could. “Never...”

“Then what do you want with me, bitch,”

Starlight visibly shook at the insult. “I’m... here to... show you a story or two...”

Trixie’s view faded to pink.

‘Starlight’ and ‘Trixie’ were in bed, in some sort of house. The walls were half pink and half blue; the bed sheets the same horrid color scheme. A nightstand laid on each side of the bed, each holding a lamp of the pony’s corresponding color. Trixie watched as ‘her’ eyes slowly opened. This alternate version of her... kissed ‘Starlight’. “Hey beautiful...” I... hallucinations!

This ‘Starlight’ opened her eyes, and kissed ‘Trixie’ back. “Beautiful yourself...”

The two mares giggled as the real Trixie retreated into her thoughts. What sort of... heresy is this?! Obviously it’s false, but... it looks so... right to watch it... After stewing over that, she returned her gaze to the scene in front of her. The two mares were up; this ‘Trixie’ had the real Trixie’s purple, starred hat and cape on. What the fuck! Those are mine! Starlight was watching her from a chair. “So, remind me what the schedule is today?”

“Well, the Great and Powerful Trixie puts on a show for... Jeremy’s birthday party...” this false Trixie put on a proud smile as Starlight nodded, grinning. “...then, she puts on a show for you...”

Starlight’s cheeks turned red proper at this line as Trixie was suddenly yanked from the scene, view turning pink once more.

“So...” Starlight asked from above trixie’s bed. Her left eye had a tear forming in it. “Anything c-click...?”

“That you’re a great illusionary, but you’re still a filthy traitor I’d love to smite and...”

Starlight turned away as Trixie was sucked into another story.

Trixie was in a car. But, unlike her Carrier, this one had no guns on it. It was a two seat car, moving reaaaaaaaaally fast. It had some sort of... sci-fi esque interface inside between the windshield and the transmission-thingy. Whistling, this ‘Trixie’ pulled into a house’s parking lot and got out, locking this car behind her.

It was a rather nice house. Two stories, it was surrounded by similar quality, yet different houses on each side. Reminded her of Albaneigh, but... futuristic. This Trixie walked up the paved sidewalk, a garden on either side, and pulled out her key. It slid into the door, sliding the door open, and letting Trixie in.

“Honey, I’m home!” This Trixie called out, shortly followed by a giggle as she closed the door behind her. The mare then started slowly walking up the stairs to her left. Fucking... awful... right? This is the still the same hallucination? Jeremy was a real blast. I walked in, and they threw a surprise for me!” Fake Trixie set down her hat and cape on a coat rack. “Then, I walked in further, and they had a mini stage and everything! So, I set up, and I had a proper show! They saw everything... well, safe for foals that is... and it was just so... perfect! Then...”

She felt ‘her’ face drop a bit, the joy in her heart fading. “The kid’s dad at the end... he walked up to me, and offered me exactly seventeen bits... I asked ‘what’s this?’ and he said, ‘all I have left...’ and... I know it was a really important three hundred bit contract, but... I ended up giving him three th-thousand after taking a tour of his house...” Was I a fucking idiot back then?! Wait... that’s not me... And ‘back then’? What?! “It was...” She took a deep breath. “He needed it, and I contacted public services, and... yeah...”

After a few seconds of silence, Trixie called out “You’re not mad, right hun...?” The air in the house hung thick for a few seconds as Trixie reached the top of the stairs. “Starlight...?” Trixie quickly scrambled forwards toward their bedroom door, ripping it open. She found Starlight staring at a little blakc cube on the bed. “Starlight! Thank Celestia...”

Starlight didn’t respond. At all. “Hey what’s this?” Trixie walked up and touched the box.

“Trixie, n-!”

A big explosion of black and blue filled Trixie’s eyes.

Starlight was at the end of Trixie’s bed, her face buried in the sheets. Although it was muffled, Trixie could hear crying.

“I... was this... rea...”

Trixie and Starlight were in bed again, but this time, it was pitch black outside. The pink mare had a can of something that looked an awful lot like ‘Jack Daniels’, famous beer company. Except it was in some sort of metal can instead of a glass. Trixie’s own bed stand Wait wait wait. Not mi had no such beverage, or any beverage whatsoever. Trixie was too busy holding Starlight down for some reason; not like a proper restraint, but more of wrapped around the bottom half of her torso, dragging her to the point of non movement. Her eyes were full of water... tears. Those are tears. For...?

“N-no... don’t...” Trixie’s voice sounded full of pain, and the modern Trixie’s eyes quickly darted to the knife Starlight held in a forehoof. Is she gonna kill me?!

“It’s just so... painful...” Starlight responded, almost whispering. “Watching you try to do this... It’s so...”

“P-please...” Trixie was outright sobbing at this point. And for once, that little voice in her head didn’t have some snarky comment. “I c-can’t... lemme...”

After a few seconds, Starlight vanished the knife. Trixie’s cries immediately multiplied, but Trixie had no idea why. I wanted to... stab someone? Something? Huh... Starlight slowly picked up the cyan mare, and set Trixie on her leg.

From this angle, the height difference became apparent; Starlight seemed to tower a whole head over Trixie. “Shhhhh... it’s ok...”

Starlight looked up at Trixie. Her eyes were still wet, although the tears appeared to have stopped. “How you doing...”

“I... that was me, wasn’t it...”

Starlight nodded somberly, and began to undo the rope-like stuff. “By the w-way, that ring merged with your horn...”

“What does that mean?” Trixie asked, panicked. Am I screwed?

“You are not screwed. In fact, it’s... sorta good. All your magic will probably sting a bit, but I can’t shove on any stronger rings, so...”

“I see...”

“Trixie...” Starlight took in a deep breath as she finished untying Trixie. “I’m sorry...”

“What did that box even do?”

“I...” Starlight took in a deep breath. “I... don’t know to be perfectly honest...”

“So... you were studying it...?”

“Yes... Then you came, activated it, and...”

The two mares fell silent as they stared at each other. Fuck, did I mess up here? Trixie offered Starlight a hoof onto the bed, and Starlight gladly accepted. She got up, taking a spot next to Trixie. As the bed was really made for one person, this resulted in Trixie promptly falling off and hitting the floor. “Trixie! You ok?!”

“Yeah... Just a bit... I’m fine...” The cyan mare stood up, groaning. “You have a different room for me to stay in?”

Starlight’s eyes faltered a bit. “W-well... there’s a proper room available as of a week ago... ummm... that’s abou-”

“Do you have a room?” What?! What the fuck am I aski

Starlight’s eyes sprang up again. “Yeah, wanna share or something...?”

“With you? Anytime,” Damn, I’m good at this thing, at least with her.

“Alright, let’s go,” The two mares walked out of the hospital room, side by side. Trixie didn’t know where she was going, just that she was really really hungry god damn it I want some fucking food now.

Twilight watched the two ponies leave. Walking side by side. Her boss, her leader, and an enemy so powerful that her ring was melted into her horn. Like lovers.

I need a drink.

Author's Note

Voila. No song, just lore dump. Have fun or something.