“Trixie remembers you.” The unicorn spoke with unending amount of selfish pride. “Trixie proved her worth above you the last time she graced this hovel with her presence. Rainbow Dash, Trixie knows she is correct.” She sneered down at the pegasus she spoke to, confident in herself in every wrong way.

“What’s wrong? Can’t speak? Is it because the Great and Powerful Trixie banished the weak and pathetic Twilight Sparkle from your dump town?” Her cerulean eyes looked over the cyan mare carefully, trotting back and forth in front of her, savoring the power she held over this other pony. “Oh that simply must be it. You did fight the hardest when Trixie bested that filly of a mare.” The pegasus moved to tackle the mocking unicorn, hooves outstretched to pin her to the ground. But just like her friends before, she found herself locked in the magical grasp of the self-righteous unicorn.

“Oh, did Trixie say something wrong?” Her voice sung mockingly towards the trapped mare. “Were you planning to teach Trixie a lesson. Bah.” The pegasus felt herself whip through the air, pulled under a force she couldn’t control. Her body connected with a wall she didn’t see, pushing the air from her body as she collapsed in a heap on the ground. She groaned in pain.

“You are a loyal dog, Trixie can see that much, and Trixie sees all.” The pegasus forced herself to raise her eyes, looking at the unicorn she felt only anger and contempt for. The urge to spit at the mare was there, but only a lack of energy kept her from doing so. “That look in your eyes is abhorred.”

The pegasus’s head whipped sideways. She raised a hoof to her face, feeling the stinging after effects of the slap. She couldn’t tell if it was the mare’s own hoof or more of her corrupted magic. In the end though, it didn’t matter. It was only so much more obvious that this… beast was willing to use her magic to hurt others, something that Twilight, her Twilight, would never do.

“Trixie prefers that look on you.” The unicorn spoke again, earning a jagged glare from the pegasus. “Oh no, did Trixie not make herself clear.” The pegasus felt her head being whipped again, this time in the other direction. She didn’t need to feel her face to know what it was this time. Hard breaths fell from her lungs, controlling her growing rage. She turned back to the unicorn, baring her teeth with the same glare that had earned her two slaps across the face.

“Hmm,” the unicorn hummed as she let one of her hooves beat against her chin. “It appears that the Great and Powerful Trixie cannot change your attitude with simple commands alone. A pity, Trixie did such wonders with the other ponies around this mockery of a town.” The pegasus pushed herself to all four hooves, eyes never falling from the proud smirk or confident gaze the unicorn set upon her.

“It appears Trixie will have to do more than the usual with you.”

Before the pegasus could charge again, she felt both of her wings being pulled to her sides, lifting her into the air against her will. Her legs bucked back and forth, flailing for the freedom which she couldn’t obtain against the magical spells of the unicorn. The mare beneath grinned with pride.

“You have such a beautiful body,” the unicorn commented as her magical grasp grew over the pegasus. Her legs stilled as the same invisible aura held her in place. Soon, all she could do was twist her head left and right, unable to move in her magical prison. She spat from her lips as her breath grew faster and faster, snarling at the pony that was enjoying her torture so much. The unicorn had yet to let her smile fade.

“And you have so much energy. Trixie approves of your energy, mutt.” The pegasus had only a moment to take a breath of air before she felt herself slammed against the floor. Stars and colors danced through her head. She thought for a moment her mane had fallen over her eyes until the hazy form of the upstart unicorn trotted in front of her, lowering her muzzle as close as she could. “Trixie was right before, you are a very loyal dog, and a Great and Powerful unicorn such as myself needs a Strong and Reliable pet.”

For the briefest of moments, confusion took the place of anger, her snarling lips curled downward in curiosity and her eyes bent in misperception. Then the unicorn licked her lips. Then the unicorn undid her cape. Then the unicorn dropped her hat.

Then the unicorn walked behind her and out of the pegasus’s sight.

“You are a loyal beast to that mongrel Twilight. Trixie understands though, the lower-classes have always been prone to procreate on a whim.” The pegasus did her utmost to turn around her confinement, but succeeded in only grunting with the failure of effort. She heard the unicorn laugh heartily at the sight.

“Still fighting are you?” The words mocked her no less than the magic that held her down. “Don’t worry little dog, Trixie understands.” The pegasus heard another snap of magic, a bright light briefly filling the room. She saw nothing different in the limited amount of space her vision left to her.

“A lot of beasts need proper training before they recognize who their master is.” The pegasus didn’t like the sound of that, not for a moment. She felt the unicorn standing over her, her legs just beside her pinned body. The shadow that was on her felt colder than Discord’s magic.

“But you are a pegasus,” The unicorn continued to practically sing above her. “I love pegasi. Trixie is sure you’ll make cute cries.” The pegasus felt her breath leaving her, a cold air entering her lungs. Every part of her screamed to run, but not even a muscle in her leg could heed her wish. The mare laughed again from above her.

“Oh, little Rainbow Dash,” The unicorn cooed with pleasure. “Trixie promises you will come to love this.”

The pegasus felt a searing pain enter her.

Dash woke up screaming.

Her terrified screech rang through her home before being muffled away by the spongy material of her walls. It didn’t help. Her blankets clung to her with sweat. She clung to them with her hooves, holding them as close to her body as physical limitations would allow. Her legs shook like they were freezing, but she was sweating as if she had slept on the sun.

Rapid breaths came and left her, passing over her lips and pushing against her coat. Her eyes kept blinking, her vision repeatedly losing focus. A shaky hoof reached up to push on the orbs, hoping to pushing away whatever was blocking them. When her leg pulled back, a salty liquid was stuck to the end of her hoof. Tears, she was crying again.

Her body fell onto her bed, curling in on itself. Her wings bowed around her form, all four legs drawn to her chest as she let the mournful tears fall from her eyes. Empty gasps of pain left her muzzle, no pillow, sheet or cloud, thick enough to muffle them.

It had been almost a week. An entire week since that… that unicorn was beaten. A week since her best friend had come home and defeated that witch. It had been a week since she’d set hoof outside of her home. A week since she’d dare to look at any pony, even herself.

A week of nightmares, of horrors, of memories she wished on her wings would go away. Why wouldn’t they go away? Why couldn’t she be with her friends without cowering in fright? Why couldn’t she look at magic without crying in fear? Why couldn’t she just go back to the way things were?

Why couldn’t she forget?

Her questions went unanswered as she lay sobbing, muffled and hidden inside her home of clouds.

Author's Note: Let me make this big, clear, and on written on the largest sign you can possibly imagine.

I DO NOT LIKE RAPE! I do not like it as a literary device, as a means to characterize something, or a method to push the plot. It is an evil act that deserves evil consequences. I cannot push that enough.

This is the product of two things. One, the synopsis of the show basically making Trixie the equivalent of an evil dictator that cares nothing for others. Two, and far more delicately, my friend was raped recently,and I have to watch her slowly recover from it. This idea was in my head for literally over a month before I even had the courage to write it, and that was only because I thought it would get out of my head. It won't.

If you hate me for this, I do not blame you. I hate myself. However, please understand that I will never describe the act of rape. Ever. Never. Only the processing of healing. I said it before and I'll say it again, my stories come from things that have either occurred to me or around me. This is no exception.