To Love Thyself

by Fimbulvinter

Rating: mature
Tags: Trixie, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Sex, Random
Length: 6054

Trixie discovers the only pony in all the land that can satisfy her desires - Trixie

Disgraced and on the run after the Ursa Minor incident, Trixie winds up discovering the mirror pool.

She very quickly discovers that there is only one pony in all of Equestria that is worthy of her affections - herself.

Summoning a duplicate, Trixie decideds to have a little fun and play with herself, quite literally in this case.

This in my entry in the Love Thyself Selfcest competition over on the Selfcest is the Best Cest group.
Enjoy, or not as is your want.
Results are in and this story placed second.

Thanks to the following users for prereading and suggestions: Zdaysavior, Digitalneo, Faust Fan Five, The Medic, Sledge, SunStone, GrapeParfait, Crusnikjab, Desol

Cover art done as a comission by Shrine Heart

Published 2013-02-27 05:50:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-27 05:50:02 UTC

Trixie's, Trixie's Everywhere

Trixie’s, Trixie’s Everywhere

Trixie ran hard, galloping as hard as she could, and tried to put as much distance between her and the rube town of Ponyville as she could. That stupid town had claimed everything she had: her wagon, her prized cape, even her dignity. All because two inbred morons could not tell the difference between stories that had been reworked for show telling and a real event.

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the cold sweat of terror that clung to her ice blue coat. She had almost had it all: fame, fortune, admiration of the common pony, she would have had it all if they had simply sat down and listened to her story like every other town she had visited. But no, there had to be a stuck up purple mare whose sole purpose had been to sabotage her performance from the word go. That mare, Twibright or something like that, if Trixie remembered her name right had insisted that she was nothing special, but had showed off a magical talent that came close to rivaling Trixie’s own. Yet, for some reason the townsfolk loved her while they hated Trixie for no good reason.

Lost in her own thoughts, and with her vision blurred by the tears, Trixie didn’t notice just how deep she had managed to get into the forest that had bordered the town. She knew of it of course; everypony in Equestria knew of the Everfree forest. Legends about the dark secrets and strange magic that permeated the forest resonated throughout every corner of the land. Trixie didn’t care and she just kept on running as fast as she could. Maybe some creature would try and eat her so that she would have a reason to really lash out at something.

In her blind rage, Trixie didn’t notice a rock jutting out from the forest floor and she clipped it with her hoof, sending her sprawling to the ground. Trixie rolled on the soft dirt of the ground, dropping over the edge of an embankment, sliding directly into a large batch of thick brambles. The thorns cut at her sides, leaving deep scratches over her body and drawing blood from several spots. She got to her hooves again, wincing in pain and tried to find the easiest way out of the patch. She could just make out an edge to the patch in the murky gloom of the forest and she quickly made her way towards it, while trying to ignore the pain lancing at her sides as she did so. The brambles clung to her fur, but she pulled most of them off as she went.

Focused on her task of getting out of the brambles, Trixie didn’t notice the ground give way below her until it was too late and she tumbled down again. This fall was far smoother, and it seemed that she was rolling down a relatively smooth stone ramp. Trixie quickly hit the bottom of the ramp and was dumped in a heap at the bottom of a cavern.

She laid there for a while, wallowing in her pain and misery, slowly waiting for her strength to return to her. Clambering to her hooves with a groan, Trixie surveyed the cavern around her. Despite its significant size and that the rock ceiling covered almost all of the roof, there was plenty of light. A large pool located in the centre of the cavern appeared to be the drawpiece of the place. The water was the source of the light in the cavern; luminescent algae floated on the top of the water, generating enough light that Trixie could see easily within the cave.

The cave appeared to be devoid of other forms of life, aside from a few mushrooms which Trixie decided to avoid touching. From their colouring she was willing to bet that they would be toxic. Instead, she approached the water's edge, looking at the perfectly smooth surface that reflected the ceiling of the cavern like a mirror. Very small ripples caused my Trixie's hoofsteps rippled over the surface.

As she looked into the pool, Trixie was struck by how much like a shrine that place felt like. From the moment she had arrived in the cavern, she had felt that to make any sudden movements or to even speak loudly may result in horrible consequences, but looking around Trixie could not see any form of indication as to why this feeling could be there. There were no places for worship, no could any scriptures or glyphs be seen. In fact the only thing Trixie could see in the entire cavern that indicated that she was not the only pony to have ever set hoof in the cave was a very worn and battered book resting near the water's edge. The book was aged and musty; the pages between its covers were yellowed with age. Some ragged cloths partially covered what looked like bones next to the book.

Trixie moved over to the book to investigate it, but each step reminded her just how much pain she was in. Her body was still covered in cuts and bruises from both trying to stop the ursa minor earlier, and her fall through the brambles on her way in here. The water of the pool was tempting as a means to clean her body off and wash out her cuts.

Trixie moved over to the edge of the pool and held a hoof over the surface of the water, a perfect reflection of her mimicking the action. In her reflection, Trixie could see that her mane was tangled and had several twigs stuck in it. Small gashes and cuts marred her body, some still oozing thin trickles of blood slowly. Touching her hoof to the surface of the water, Trixie watched her reflection do the same, looking almost as if she was reaching out to herself. As the two hooves met, Trixie’s image on the surface distorted as ripples cascaded over the surface of the pond.

From the brief touch, Trixie felt that the water would be a perfect temperature to take a dip, not freezing cold like she had expected an underground spring to be. Putting aside her misgivings about the pool, she jumped in, making a big splash and relished the feeling of the water cleaning her body of all the accumulated sweat, dirt and blood. The painful sting of her cuts and gashes receded as the pool’s water gently cleansed her body. Submerging herself, Trixie found that the water was perfectly clear and that the pool appeared to have no bottom to it, the water simply continuing until it disappeared into the depths.

Emerging for air, Trixie found herself in an area that had been cleared of the glowing algae, but also very near the book she had seen earlier. As much as she didn’t want to get out of the water, Trixie decided that she should see if she could find out a bit more about the place. After all, she could be committing some great sin simply by being in the water. As much as Trixie didn’t believe in spirits or ghosts, she was in a cave within the Everfree. The normal laws of magic had no place here.

Climbing out of the water, Trixie dried herself off with a heat spell, her coat and mane puffing out until she looked like a blue fuzz ball. After she was dry enough to touch the book, Trixie gripped herself in her magic, her telekinetic powers acting like a brush and settled down her coat. Once she was decent she walked over to the book. It was a hard bound journal of some kind, the title and covers were worn with age. The cover itself seemed to be made from some kind of leather. Trixie almost threw the book out of her hooves as she realised that it was made from leather, which meant Equine skin. It must have been constructed in the Griffon Eyries, or in Zebraca, as they were the only species that made any practical use of such materials. The Griffons were predators who used every aspect of any animal they hunted. Meat was eaten, bones were fashioned into tools and hide was used for leather and construction.

The Zebra’s however also used the skin of their own fallen for clothing and tents. Many residents of Equestria had been horrified of such practices, but the Zebra’s had retorted that life in Zebraca was much harsher and they didn’t have access to unicorn magic or the ability to manipulate the weather as ponies did. They had to make do with what they had. Many dying Zebra’s would in fact specify what they wanted their remains to be used for, stating that it would be their last gift to their families.

Trixie swallowed her revulsion over the nature of the book and settled down to read it. Opening it she could just make out the title of the book as ‘The search for the Mirror Pond'. From what Trixie had seen of the pool earlier, it was almost certainly the mirror pond that this book described. A single word: 'Grallow' was printed below the title. Trixie reasoned that it the name of the original owner of the book. The book appeared to be the journal of a griffon that had been searching for the pond for some time. Trixie skimmed through the book, reading entries that dealt with the researchers obsession with finding the pool until she found the one in which she had finally found it.

321th day of the 859 year following Nightmare Moons Banishment.

‘After many years of searching, I have found it. The Mirror Pond spoken of in the legends. I found it in a small secluded glade of a large forest near the outskirts of some small country trading post called ‘Ponyville’. The local ponies appeared to have never set eyes on a griffon before and were quite interested in any tales I had about the outside world. They did not tend to receive much news from beyond their own borders. Unfortunately for me, the locals seemed to have little to no knowledge of the region other than the land directly around the trading post, so they were unable to help me other than to replenish my supplies. They knew enough about the forest to be afraid of it, claiming that it was haunted and unnatural. When pressed, they said that plants grew without help and weather changed on its own, something I told them was normal in the eyries. Still I have finally found the pool and it works. The incantation works and I was able to create a clone of myself, who emerged from the water as a perfect replica, right down to the memories I had at the time of cloning. My clone shares all my personality and skills. For the moment I am going to rest up. More investigations will follow at first light.

For posterity, to create a clone, one must recite the following incantation:

Into her (his) own reflection she (he) stared

Yearning for one whose reflection she (he) shared

And solemnly sweared not to be scared

At the prospect of being doubly mared (thered maybe???)

Trixie kept flipping through the journal, intrigued by the idea that the pool was able to create a clone of a pony, exact down to the skills and memories. It sounded preposterous, but this didn’t seem like the kind of place that one would set up a prank. Maybe, if there were two or even three Trixie’s, then they could combine their skills and defeat that Twibright easily.

The next entry in the journal seemed to be from a few days later.

324th day of the 859th year of Nightmare Moons banishment

I have made a fascinating discovery today. The clones appear to loose intelligence over successive generations. The clone that I created myself and the one that was created as a clone of that first clone both were able to hold down a perfectly lucid and rational conversation with me. From the third generation of clones however, intelligence appeared to diminish rapidly, starting initially with the inability to pronounce some words, and by the sixth generation, all major cognitive functions seemed to be inactive, rendering the clone on about even footing with a six month old infant. I have not been able to test beyond the sixth generation as no clone from that batch possesses the necessary linguistic skills to recite the incantation. Even still, properly used, this pool could be the solution to the labour shortages that have plagued the eyries. Mass production of a clone work force, each with a perfect copy of the skills and body of the original host could allow us to raise an army, should such a need ever arise. Our High Council must open negotiations with Princess Celestia at once for this territory. We cannot allow such a valuable resource to remain untapped.

The other entries following that one were mostly the same: vague references to how the Griffon Empire would use the pool, the accolades that this researcher would receive for delivering it to them, how many concubines she planned to buy once she had amassed a fortune from a slave labour force comprised of her own duplicates. Trixie grew bored of the ramblings and flicked forward to the final entry in the journal. This one was scribbled in a far messier script than any of the other entries, as if the writer had little time to check for mistakes.

If you are reading this, GET OUT NOW! Leave this pool alone. It is cursed. My clones turned on me. The first one I had created apparently had an identity crisis on the nature of its existence and decided that neither it nor all the others deserved to live. They all returned to the pool and were consumed by its mirrored waters, but not before they had mortally wounded me. If you have any sense of personal preservation, then leave this pool as a forgotten relic of a bygone era. No good can come of it.

Grallow.

The writing after that became illegible, so Trixie closed the journal, pondering the possible meanings the last entry could have contained. On one hoof, having an army of Trixie’s subordinate to her would allow her to easily overtake her hecklers, but from what the final entry had told her, the clones may rebel if she wasn’t careful.

“Trixie is no simpleton; she will not make the same mistake as this foolish Griffon in the book. Plus Trixie loves Trixie. Surely a clone of Trixie would never do anything to harm the real article.”

The gears began to turn in Trixie’s mind, visions of her ousting the princesses from their thrones, only to replace them with the rule of the wise and benevolent Trixie, saviour of all Equestria. Trixie resolved to summon only one clone until she could be certain that it would pose no danger to her. From there, maybe she would create more. An army of Trixies marching on Canterlot, all united in one single goal: To have the entire kingdom recognise that Trixie was the most magically gifted unicorn ever. It would be glorious.

Talking one final look around the cavern, Trixie confirmed that she was alone. Moving over to the pool, she opened the journal to the first entry she had read and cast her eyes over the incantation once again. It seemed fairly easy to recite, and contained no tricks or odd phrasing. As she began to recite the first passage, Trixie felt an aura of powerful magic begin to permeate the cave around her. If there had been any doubt that the pool was composed of some kind of elder power, it was banished now.

Undaunted by the prospect, Trixie held firm, reading aloud the passages contained in the journal, paraphrasing a few words to sate her own ego.

“Into Trixie’s own reflection Trixie stared

Yearning for one whose reflection Trixie shared

And solemnly sweared not to be scared

At the prospect of being doubly mared”.

From within the pool, a burst of magic blasted out, forcing Trixie off her hooves and onto her back. Scrambling back onto her legs, Trixie was drawn to the mirror surface of the pool, watching in awe as it began to bubble up and a dark blob rose to the surface from within. Like a siren of the deep, a dark blue horn pierced the surface of the water, followed by a silver mane and vibrant amethyst eyes. A blue unicorn, perfect in every detail emerged from the pool and climbed onto the hard stone surrounding the water's edge, appearing to be fully dry. A blue and silver magical wand and wisp of magical energy marked her flank, proving without a doubt just who this new mare was.

Standing before Trixie, having been called into existence by the mirror pool powerful and arcane magic, was the Great and Powerful Trixie in all her glory. The clone's coat shone like it had just been treated, her purple eyes gleamed with power and purpose and her horn crackled with potent magical potential. Even her cutie mark sparkled with limitless power. She was a perfect replica in all senses of the word.

Trixie looked on with a mother's pride as she gazed at her duplicate. It had always been one of her greatest regrets that she was who she was, simply because that meant that she could never have the experience of basking in the presence of herself. She would never get to gaze upon her own gorgeous face, or stare longingly into her own perfect eyes. A mirror was good, but could never compare with the real thing. Looking into the eyes of a perfect replica of herself was like staring into the eyes of god. It was all Trixie could ever want.

The duplicate Trixie knew exactly what Trixie wanted, and was more than willing to parade up and down the shores of the pool, showing off her sexy plot and silvery mane. After a few moments, the cloned Trixie stopped and stood before Trixie.

“Trixie truly is the top talented thaumaturgist in the totality of this territory.”

Trixie stared straight at her simulacrum, silently speculating on the sublime sentence, the words exactly what she had longed to hear for years, and she knew that they must be true because she was hearing them from herself. Trixie would never lie to Trixie. The clone stood there, Trixie’s superior smirk plastered on her face as Trixie continued to gaze upon the breathtaking bastion of beauty that stood before her.

“I am The Great and Powerful Trixie. You are to be called Brixie. Does Brixie know why The Great and Powerful Trixie has called you forth?” Trixie asked of her clone.

“Trixie knows just what Trixie wants, revenge on that purple mare that humiliated us. But Trixie has a better idea. Forget that unicorn. Trixie can have Trixie instead!” the clone said, her voice laced with a thinly veiled sheen of lust.

Not wasting any time, Trixie B jumped forwards and tangled her legs around Trixie as she tackled and pinned her to the ground. Brixie managed to get the upper hoof and pinned Trixie to the ground. With one hoof, she began to stroke the base of Trixie’s horn sensually. Trixie moaned softlyy as the motion sent shivers of pleasure down her horn and into her body. Touching another unicorn’s horn was taboo except for lovers, but it seemed that Brixie didn’t care for such things.

“Shhhh, it’s alright. Trixie knows all of your secrets, all of your turn on’s, all of your desires, because they are Trixie’s as well. Trixie thought about resisting for a moment, but decided not to bother. Here was the one pony in all of Equestria that not only knew all of her desires, but would be more than happy to assist her in carrying them out because they were her desires as well.

Brixie increased her stroking, lifting her hoof to encompass the entire length of Trixie’s horn.

“Trixie has always wanted to have this done, and now she can. As often as she likes,” Brixie said, bringing her mouth close to the tip of Trixie’s horn.

Trixie shivered as she felt the warm breath of her clone waft over her forehead, stimulating her fur to stand on end in fervent anticipation. She longed to feel the warmness of Brixie’s mouth on her horn, the subtle sensations and tingles that such closeness would bring. Her mother, Hazel Lulamoon had always had one piece of advice for Trixie, one that she had taken to heart maybe just a little bit too much: Before you can learn to love another you must learn to love yourself. Trixie had always been far fonder of the latter part of that saying, and had learned to love herself above all else.

In her heart, Trixie knew she had finally met the perfect mare of her dreams – herself. Brixie was everything she had ever desired. She was smart, a master magician, witty, a true beauty, and most important of all, totally dedicated to Trixie.

“Oh Trixie, you are everything Trixie has ever needed. Where have you been all my life?” she asked the clone that now eagerly fellated her magical appendage.

Brixie pulled off for a second, leaving Trixie’s horn gleaming with her saliva. “Trixie has been waiting here for you Trixie. Waiting for you to come and summon her. Shame on you for not finding this place sooner. Think of all the fun you have missed!”

“Trixie doesn’t think that will be a problem for much longer.” Trixie smirked at her deviously.

Brixie reached in and gave Trixie a deep kiss, their tongues slowlyintertwining in their mouths. Brixie seemed hungry for Trixie’s body and Trixie allowed Brixie’s tongue to explore her intimate depths as she pleased.

Brixie broke the kiss off and gave Trixie a quick push, forcing Trixie onto her back before diving in and spreading her legs open. Trixie had often dreamed about another pony forcing themselves on her, of holding her down and having their way with her. As soon as her clone’s tongue reached in and made its first lick, she realised that her duplicate must also know that and was acting on her desires without having to be told.

Trixie’s vagina welcomed the clones tongue and quickly she felt herself grow damp in response to her duplicates tender licks. Soon, Trixie’s supple silky snatch slathered its secretions onto the clone’s slick sensually stroking tongue. Brixie was skilled at eating her out, far more so than Trixie had expected. She had never actually tried it herself, but had often wanted to. She just couldn’t quite manage to convince anypony to stay with her long enough.

Brixie’s skilled tongue snaked its way slowly inside Trixie’s vagina, stretching her slimy walls and forcing her way deeper with every lap. Trixie could feel her orgasm rising inside of her, its arrival brought forward by the strange situation she had found herself in and the fact that her duplicate knew exactly how to please her at every turn.

Brixie noticed her tensing up and she smiled around Trixie’s vagina, adding a hoof to the mix and rubbing hard on Trixie’s clit. Trixie couldn’t stand the added stimulation and she cried out, arching her back and throwing her head back. “OOHHH TRIXIIIIIIEEEEEE,” she screamed out as she felt her pussy tense up with waves of pleasure.

Brixie pulled back from her and Trixie fell back to the ground, panting on the cool stone floor.

Brixie got up off the ground and looked down at her. She had a look of deviousness in her eyes that told Trixie she was up to no good. “Trixie thinks that this deserves a wider audience,” she remarked before getting up and ambling over to the edge of the pool. Trixie looked on curious but didn’t actually get up, as she was still wiped out from her bone shattering orgasm.

She watched as she clone stopped at the water’s edge and began to recite the words that had brought her into existence.

“…At the prospect of being doubly mared,” the duplicate said before stepping back to allow a third Trixie to appear out of the water. Brixie helped the new Trixie up before whispering something into her ear.

The new Trixie listened before nodding enthusiastically. Trixie looked on as both her clone and her clones clone began to concentrate, their horns lighting up as they began to cast a spell of some kind. For a second, nothing appeared to be happening, and Trixie had assumed that her duplicates had failed. After a moment of silence, the new clone floated up into the air, a bright aura of magic surrounded her. Trixie watched in awe as her double’s body began to shift. Her duplicate’s muzzle became blockier her legs extended and her entire body became slightly larger. Even her horn became sharper and more elongated.

Where a mare had once stood, now a fully formed stallion reared up, revealing him self to be both fully equipped and ready for service. Trixie eyed him hungrily. Gender spells were very difficult to do, but she had always considered them to be well within the limits of her power. Now she had proof that she was just as talented as that upstart mare that had sent her here.

The stallion dropped down onto all four legs again, his flank blocking the view that Trixie had been ogling, to her disappointment. He whinnied loudly, the sound a reassuring masculine tone. “The Great and Powerful Trixter reporting for service, milady,” her said, his voice a solid baritone that sent shivers down Trixie’s spine. She was going to enjoy this.

With almost no ceremony, Trixie levitated Trixter onto his back, allowing his shaft to come back into view. At a solid twenty four inches long, it was an intimidating sight to behold, but neither Trixie nor Brixie were going to let this opportunity slip them by.

Brixie used her magic to hold Trixter’s dick in place while Trixie got up and aligned herself so that his tip pressed against her opening. With a moan of pleasure, she pushed down and felt him enter into her, spreading her outer lips apart and spearing her body in a smooth, swift stroke.

Trixter’s perfectly positioned penis plunged promptly into Trixie’s puffy procreative passage, parting her pussy and presenting his purple python to her plump placenta.

Trixie felt Trixter bottom out in her, his ball sac gently restined against her tail. She looked down and saw him wedged inside her, his veiny length throbbing inside her body with each thrust of his powerful hips Acting on instinct Trixie spread her legs wider to give him easier access to her jewel. Behind Trixter, she could just make out Brixie rubbing herself to the scene.

Looking at her duplicate being left out, Trixie decided to be generous and return the favour she had so eagerly received and motioned for Brixie to come over. Her clone did so at once; gently running her hooves over Trixter’s toned flanks before positioning herself over Trixie’s prone body.

Trixie looked up to see a pink slit descend towards her, its glistening folds dripping fluid onto her face. Trixie opened her mouth wide, collecting all the drops that she could as she tasted her own arousal from another perspective for the first time. Brixie took her time, teasing Trixie with her candy flavoured vagina by bringing it almost close enough to lick before withdrawing it out of reach again.

Eventually Brixie took mercy on her progenitor and lowered herself fully onto the waiting mouth. Trixie didn’t waste any time, and latched onto Brixie’s clit and sucked enthusiastically. Above her, Brixie and Trixter locked lips and passionately kissed but didn’t slow down in their actions.

Trixie sucked on the small nub of flesh within her mouth, gently scraping her teeth over it and drug her tongue along the pristine folds below. She could feel Brixie shudder above her, egging her on towards greater pleasure as Trixter’s cock made itself at home inside her warm snatch. Dimly she could feel him harden within her and she knew what would be coming next.

“Do it, fill the Great and Powerful Trixie with our Great and Powerful spunk,” she cried out, pulling back from Brixie’s cunt for a moment.

Trixter replied by slamming his dick in deeper than on any other stroke before and held himself still. Trixie felt his cock swell before twitching inside her. A flood of warm fluid followed, his cum spraying the inside of her tunnel in a sea of white goo.

The feeling was too much for Trixie and she came around Trixter’s twitching member, her walls rippling and clenching hard as her body milked the cock wedged in her pussy for all it was worth. Trixie pulled Brixie back down and screamed her pleasure directly into her cunt, the vibrations of her throat stimulated Brixie’s clit.

With a slurp, Trixter pulled his softening dick out of Trixie’s cunt, their mixed fluids dripping out. Brixie broke off their kiss to dive down and she began to lick up the mixture, using her tongue to scoop up every last drop that she could, not wanting to waste a single piece of the greatest unicorn’s sacred cum.

Trixter relaxed on the ground, exhausted but satisfied that he had served his purpose well. He moved onto his side so that he could watch the pinnacle of perfection sixty-nine with herself. One of his hooves idly stroked himself, trying to get his member hard again.

Brixie squirmed around as Trixie ate her out, her tongue licking and flicking with intensity and great relish. Trixie knew that she was latched onto the greatest pussy in all the world and she did not hesitate to pleasure what was essentially herself. Soon she felt Brixie tense up before her body shook violently. Trixie instantly plunged her tongue inside her spasming snatch as deeply as she could, feeling Brixie’s tunnel ripple around her, clenching and relaxing rapidly around her invading appendage. A burst of cum washed into her waiting mouth and Trixie swallowed every drop as fast as she could.

Brixie collapsed to the ground and rolled onto her back. “Trixie's masterful manipulations are matched only by her majestic mind,” she panted out. Trixie got up off her back and rolled over to where Trixter was waiting for her. His dick was still covered with his seed and she quickly swallowed him to the root, licking up his wasted essence from his tool. Trixie felt a crackle of electrical power as Trixter did the same to her horn, feasting on her leaking magic.

Soon all three were exhausted and they fell into a deep cuddle by the edge of the pool. Trixie felt sleep threaten to overtake her as she was embraced by herself from all sides. A wave of peace flowed through her body and she surrendered to the machinations of the dream princess, her mind filled with the glory that was being Trixie.

Trixie awoke the next morning alone. She glanced around trying to find Brixie or Trixter before realising that she was surrounded by dozens, maybe hundreds of Trixie’s. Each one was silent and focused totally on her. Trixie’s mind flashed back to the warning that had been contained in the journal she had read the day before.

Two of the duplicates stepped forward, one a mare and the other the only stallion in the entire group. Trixie realised that they must be Brixie and Trixter.

Trixie looked up at her two duplicates and at the veritable army of others behind them. They all had an expression of pure calm on their faces. Brixie was the first one to speak.

“Oh Great and Powerful Trixie, we are not truly worthy to stand in your presence, such is your greatness. Thus we offer you a gift, one that will make you truly great and powerful for all time.”

Trixie was curious. She wasn’t quite sure what they could be offering her that she didn’t already have.

Trixter gave her the answer. “As tribute to your greatness, we offer up our life force to you willingly. Take it and become the being that would have always been destined to be. Free yourself from the bonds of mortality and become legend.”

Trixter channelled his magic through his horn and his entire body began to glow. A cloud of pure magic rose from him and he quickly keeled over onto the ground before dissolving into a puddle of water that began to seep back into the pool. Brixie began to do the same, her body following suit. Behind them the rest of the army of Trixie did the same, allowing their lives to become pure magic to fuel their final gift to their creator.

Trixie quickly called up her own magic and absorbed the energy that her duplicates had selflessly provided for her. No sooner than she had collected their essences than she felt a new wave of power surge through her body. A lance of pain shot through her back and she blacked out as the alien power twisted her form, her bones shifted in a way that no pony had ever experienced before.

The last thing she felt were twin stabs of pressure bursting through her back and then all was blackness.

Trixie awoke in the same place that she had fell, feeling stronger than she had ever felt before. Climbing to her hooves, she noticed that she was a little bit taller than she had been before and she could feel her horn crackle with power even when she was not trying to use it. She tried to pick up a rock from the floor and watched in awe as it shattered into dust. There was no sign of Brixie or Trixter anywhere, so she walked over to the edge of the pool to get a look at herself.

Looking back at her from the pool was a mare that made the Great and Powerful Trixie look like a screaming foal. A sharp and tapered horn greeted her, easily twice as long has hers had been before. Her silvery mane was longer and sleeker. What caught her attention the most were the pair of deep blue feathered wings that now stood erect from her back. Trixie whipped her head around and saw that they were in fact hers; she now had a pair of wings. She gave them and experimental flap, and was pleased to see that they followed her every command.

Folding them back against her body, Trixie looked up at the small crack of sky that came from the tunnel she had entered this cave through and thought of the town of Ponyville that lay beyond it.

She had a rematch with that lavender pony and this time the tables would be turned.

With a flap, the new Alicorn took to the air, sparing one glance back at the pool and the two ponies that had made this all possible.

Bursting up into the night sky, Trixie called upon her new reserves of magic and sent a pulse of magic that burst out like one of her fireworks, lighting up the night sky for miles around. She only hoped that her rival was up and watching.

In Ponyville, Twilight Sparkle was just finishing up with the clean up from the Ursa’s rampage when a bright burst of light came from the Everfree. She turned to see that glowing brightly in the sky was the outline of a unicorn, complete with wings. The images of a star wand and a swirl of magical dust were overlaid on the ponies flank, leaving no question as to who this could be.

Twilight looked down at the purple hat and cloak she had just managed to find in the rubble of the wagon before looking back at the image burning in the night sky.

“Well shit,” she whispered.