//------------------------------// // The Sore and Repentant Trixie // Story: Naughty Ponies // by PeacefulKnightofChrist //------------------------------// Trixie had done it. She had gotten off scot-free. That was what she thought as she galloped as fast as she could down the road leading out of Ponyville. She had been corrupted by that accursed amulet and used her enhanced magic to take over a town. That was something she had never intended to do. All she’d wanted to do was have revenge on Twilight for humiliating her during the Ursa incident. Her vision blurred as her eyes filled with tears. She’d never wanted to hurt anypony. All she’d wanted was ponies love and admiration. That was all she’d ever wanted. But she had enslaved the entire town, trapped them in a force field, and forced them to labor for her. That wasn’t love and admiration. It was only fear. “And fear isn’t love.” Trixie whispered sadly. “Now everypony hates me. If I thought my reputation was ruined before it’s completely over now.” She slumped down to the ground and buried her face in her hooves. “It’s all over. What am I going to do?” “What indeed, my little pony?” Trixie’s eyes widened and she stood. Then she fell into a bow. The Princess of the Night was standing before her. Her wings were flared out, her horn was as majestic as Trixie had been told it was and her coat was a lovely dark blue. Stars swirled in her mane. “P-P-Princess Luna.” Princess Luna. Nightmare Moon. The Mare in the Moon whom her mother taught her would gobble her up if she misbehaved or didn’t go to bed on time or didn’t eat her vegetables. “Please don’t eat me, Princess!” Nightmare Moon/Princess Luna rolled her eyes. “Contrary to an unusual popular belief we do not practice cannibalism.” “You must be here to punish the Meek and Humble Trixie. Surely you’ve heard of what I’ve done.” “We did sense dark magic in this area and came to investigate. Lady Twilight Sparkle explained to us that you were in possession of Sombra’s Amulet and made quite a nuisance of thineself.” “It’s true. It’s all true. The Humble and Repentant Trixie-wait Sombra’s Amulet? I had the Alicorn Amulet.” “It goes by many names, but it was forged by Sombra in the furnace of dark magic in the deepest pits of Tartarus.” “Sombra? Trixie has heard that name. She demands you explain-humbly, of course.” “Very well, yon strange pony. Sombra sought a way to increase his magic so he went to Tartarus and with the sacrifice of one-hundred foals and other acts of wickedness created a conduit for demonic forces that would empower his magic. Those demonic forces are still active, I’m afraid.” Trixie forced herself not to wretch. “Demons? You’re saying Trixie was possessed by demons?” “Yes.” “Are…are you here to execute me?” Trixie whimpered. She bowed her head to the ground. “Trixie knows she deserves it, but please try to find mercy in your heart.” “The death penalty was outdated and never used in our own age. The only crimes punishable by death were intentional homicide and the use of black magic, now punishable by exile. And thine soul has been tainted with black magic." Trixie gulped. “Please, Princess. I thought you’d understand. You too were corrupted by evil forces.” “For which we served one-thousand years of banishment.” Trixie recoiled at the implication. “No! Trixie couldn’t take banishment! Death would be better!” She paused, “Though I should probably leave Equestria anyway because everypony hates me!” She was surprised to feel a soothing sensation as the Princess ran a hoof through her mane. “We are neither here to banish you nor to escort you to the gallows. But if you expect sympathy because of our similar situations you severely underestimate how deeply we hate ourselves for what we became when we were Nightmare Moon.” “If you are not here to punish Trixie why are you here?” “To purify you.” “What?” Trixie looked up at her. “What are you talking about?” “I had an experience with the Amulet.” She said. Slowly tendrils of shadow wrapped themselves around Trixie’s legs, lifting up her rear. “What are you doing? Trixie demands to know!” Trixie said, struggling against the shadows. They only tightened their hold on her as her rump was lifted up. Luna walked behind her. “After defeating Sombra we found the amulet and put it on. It was common in those days to wear the regalia of a defeated enemy, an extension of the idea that to the victor go the spoils. Celestia saw how it corrupted us and forced us to stop wearing it. But it was too late. We were already turned and demonic entities had already invaded our mind. Say, were you ever spanked as a filly?” Trixie was alarmed by the sudden change of subject. “Trixie’s parents didn’t believe in discipline.” “That explains a great deal.” She summoned a whip made of many tendrils of shadow. “We are in fact relieved that Sister did not attempt to purify me. We got a smack from her solar whip once and had to sleep on our stomach for a week. Of course, that would have been better than our millennium on the moon.” Trixie struggled in her bonds. “You have to be joking! Trixie is not a foal!” “This is necessary, Lady Trixie.” “No! Please!” “If it’s any consolation, this hurts me more than it hurts you.” Luna readied the shadow whip, lifting it high in the air and bringing it down with a resounding slap across Trixie’s hindquarters. Trixie cried out and squirmed wile Luna flicked the whip over and over, raining down a barrage of spanks across her rump. Pink crisscross marks began to appear as Luna continued the spanking. She alternated, giving several blows to one side of Trixie’s rear, then began focusing the whip on the other side of her now reddening flank. Trixie continued to cry out and writhe with each smack of the lash to her behind. Tears fell freely down her face. “No! I’m the Great and Powerful Trixie! You can’t do this to the Great and Powerful Trixie!” “And why not?” Luna asked swishing the lash firmly across Trixie’s behind. “What makes thee so special?” “Because I’m great and powerful!” She began to heave under the heavy blows. In addition to the pain in her hindquarters that each spank from the whip brought there was a gurgling in her stomach. “I am Trixie the Great and Powerful!” Her eyes began to glow red. “I will wash mine hooves in thine blood for this insolence!” Luna now almost lazily continued her barrage of spanks to Trixie’s now flame-red rear. “Do tell, Shadow.” Trixie opened her mouth as her stomach gave a great heave and a great black cloud belched out from her mouth, thousands of serpents made from living shadow crawled from between her lips. She cried, but not from pain. Luna rose the whip again and finished by giving ten hard slaps to Trixie’s flame-red flanks. Trixie pressed her face into the ground. The snakes dissolved. “W-what was that?” Trixie asked. “The demons that had possessed thee.” “They’re gone?” “I would believe so. The purpose of the whipping was to drive them out.” “I…I…Oh, Celestia…” “Mine sister is not here. But I am.” Luna said, releasing Trixie from her bonds. Trixie wept piteously into the ground. “All I ever wanted was to be loved! But then stupid Twilight showed me up! Now nopony loves me and I got possessed by demons and I’m a terrible pony and-” Luna wrapped the sobbing showmare into a hug, gently stroking her mane while she cried into her shoulder. “We…I know what it’s like, Trixie. When nopony appreciates you. When nopony cares about you and you feel all alone in the world. Even if you’re not alone and there are ponies that care about you it still hurts.” Luna said, while stroking the younger pony’s back. “I just want this pain to go away. Not the one in my flank. The pain in my heart. I want to be adored. Is that so wrong?” “I don’t think it is.” “B-but what am I going to do now? My career is over.” “What if I could offer you a new start?” Luna asked, continuing to cradle the distraught unicorn. “You could do that?” “Come to Canterlot. Be my new apprentice.” “Princess, I…” “You will have a room in the castle. Of course access to certain things-certain books in the library, for example-will be restricted until you complete your studies. But you’ll have the chance to start over. I’ll even guarantee you a spot on the Canterlot circuit.” “Why are you being so nice to me?” “Because I do know what it’s like to be so insanely jealous that you lose all reason and I think you need a second chance.” Trixie hugged her. “Thank you, Princess.”