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// Bad Ending: Trixie's Victory Dance 
// Story: Twijacked 
// by Pozzo 
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“Moment of truth, Sparkle! Ahahaha!”

Twilight felt herself being levitated out of her old jar and into the new one. Soon her vision was tinted ruby red as the faces of the Trixies peered in at her, wearing smug grins of triumph. They let her soak in it for a few minutes, absorbing some of the liquid to a noticeable degree, before getting to the questions

“Time for a test run.” Said Trixie 1, rubbing her hands together. “Sparkle, what is the name of your secret crush?”

“Rainbow Dash.” Replied Twilight, before gasping. She hadn’t even been aware of giving an answer. She had just blurted it out, almost subconsciously. “Wait, that’s…true! I mean, it’s definitely true! I mean…oh no, I really am telling the truth!” she finished, miserably. Trixie cackled with obvious glee.

“Yes! Yeees! Another victory for the Great and Powerful Trixie!” she said, drawing herself up to her full height.  “Now, tell me everything. Everything, I said!” And so, Twilight spilled the beans. Her history with her friends, mentor, parents, and all of her personal secrets spilled forth like a tsunami of truth, flatly stated, with no emotion. The Trixie brain that was in the original Trixie body noted everything down in a notebook, in perfect detail, as the other Trixie teased every last scrap of information out of her nemesis.

“Perfect…this is all we need.” Declared Trixie 2, standing up from her notebook. “The next time we get a letter from the Princess, we can simply use these notes when we need to.”

“Indeed. We may have to memorize some of them for when we have to talk to her friends. Oh, sorry, I meant my precious friends” said Trixie, glancing at Twilight. “Oh, I suppose I better take you out of there. You’ve been a very good girl, so we’ll leave you alone for a while.”

“You…won’t get away with this…” said Twilight quietly, as she was floated out of the red truth potion and back into her normal jar. “I’ll find a way. Somehow. Or the Princesses will. Or Spike, or my friends!”

“Oh, so you’ve been telling us for…how long has it been now, Trixie?”

“Three weeks.” Said the Trixie clone, matter-of-factly. “And counting.”

“Exactly. Face it, Sparkle. We’ve won. Completely, and utterly. You might as well just get used to being our little pet. I’ll take good care of you, promise. In fact…” Trixie turned to her sidekick with a sultry look in her eyes. “As a special treat for being so helpful, Trixie will put on a show for you. Isn’t that right, Trixie?”

“Oh yes, Trixie” said Trixie. “It’s like you read my mind.”

“Well you know what they say.” Said Trixie, walking towards her original body. “Great and Powerful minds think alike! Ahahaha!”

Twilight watched on, helplessly, as her two captors locked lips in a passionate, tender and somewhat smug kiss. This would be her life now-watching her own body do unthinkable things under the control of her enemy. And she had a front row ticket. As clothes began to be shed and the heat grew, Twilight pondered on her situation. She had to admit: there were WORSE fates….