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“Not Great or Powerful, huh? Well Trixie will show them…”
 
After being turned down for job after job, gig after gig, show after show, Trixie has had enough. She’s decided it’s time to augment her already astonishing and amazing gifts with the help of some local talent.
 
As far as Aria knew, when Trixie started talking to her at the backdoor of the burlesque club where the young mare sang, she was just meeting her first fan after a successful show. At least until Trixie’s horn sprang to life and magical hands held Aria tight, their cold grip tingling against her fur as they stroked along her body. Staring into eyes that burned with hypnotic light, Aria struggled weakly. As she tried to light her own horn, but a magical hand wrapped around it, crushing the forming magic and keeping the energy bottled up.
 
Those hypnotic eyes pulsed, and Aria let out a shaky little noise. Trixie’s eyes seemed to stare straight into her soul, the light making Aria’s knees wobble, her legs shaky as heat welled up inside her. A slow smile spread across the magician’s face as she seemed to find something in Aria that amused her. The perfect little lever to pull.
 
More magical hands appeared, but rather than restrain the still struggling unicorn, they moved to her hoodie. A gentle hand gripped the zipper, Trixie grinning even wider as she slowly dragged it down, the soft sound of metal deafening in the quiet night. Aria wanted to cry out, to call for help, but that light coming from Trixie’s eyes made her head hurt, and when she tried to shout all that came out was a weak and shaky little moan. With a final tug the zipper came undone, and hands pulled her hoodie open, showing off her modest breasts - dark blue nipples already hard in the cold air, piercings glinting in the light of distant street lamps.
 
“Stop resisting,” Trixie practically purred. “It’s so much nicer when you’re a good girl.” One magic hand closed around Aria’s breast giving it a playful squeeze before flicking a finger across the pierced nipple. The smaller mare jerked, another pathetic whine slipping from her lips before
 
“Doesn’t that feel so much nicer than panic?” Trixie continued, undoing the button of her victim’s jeans, a hand sliding over the taut expanse of Aria’s tummy. “Just relax and stare into the pretty light~”
 
Aria could barely think, she felt so damn hot despite the cool evening breeze. Her body was burning up and her mind ached from the incessant light. The soft coolness of Trixie’s hand, and the pure of her voice were the only things that offered any relief. Those hands groping and kneading all across Aria’s body, chasing the worst of the heat away even as the magician’s words soothed the worst of the pain in her head.
 
Trixie grinned, hands tightening hard on Aria’s breasts, squeezing the mare so roughly it was painful. But that little burst of sensation, of pain and pleasure, was enough to break the last barrier in Aria’s head. Her horn seemed to sputter, the light flickering and then fading as her jaw went slack, her feeble resistance crumbling in the face of Trixie’s power - her will stomped to dust beneath Trixie’s hooves.
 
“Good girl, submit to your better,” the magician laughed happily. “In fact, you really should be thanking Trixie for the chance to help her. Say ‘thank you’.”
 
Amethyst Aria’s mouth moved silently for a moment as her head, now empty of thought or anything that wasn’t the light from Trixie’s eyes, struggled to string a sentence together.
 
“T-thank you for letting me help you, Trixie.”
 
The other mare - the better mare - threw her head back and laughed, a cruel smile smeared across her face. Oh, yes, this was more like it. This is how ponies should be treating her, not with laughter or barely concealed boredom. Well, this little moron was the first step toward the respect she deserved.
 
“I bet you want to help Trixie more, don’t you?”
 
Aria was already nodding before Trixie had even finished the question, her ponytail bouncing with her eagerness. “Oh, yes! Yes! More than anything!”
 
“Good girl.”
 
Smiling widely, Trixie used the hand on her horn to yank the smaller mare’s head back so she could stare down into her eyes.. Pouring her magic and will into Aria’s mind until there was no hint of resistance left.
 
“Cast a spell - give Trixie your magic!”
 
Aria’s horn glowed once again, but this time Trixie didn’t stop her. The ghostly hand seemed to squeeze more tightly around Aria’s horn, slowly sinking into the fluted spire - and then magic began to flow out. It came in fits and starts, like an old tap that hadn’t been used for years. It dribbled out, sputtering and sparkling in the night, the flow slowly picking up until at last a steady stream of blue was spilling from that horn.
 
“Such a good girl, let it all out now. Give Trixie every drop!”
 
The magic was caught by Trixie, drawn from Amethyst’s horn and pulled into Trixie’s own. A flow of power, of essence, of raw magic poured down into the showmare, and her grin grew ever wider as the rush of raw power filled her. Not that Trixie needed more magic, she was already such a naturally gifted unicorn, but… why not make herself even better? It was the same rush she’d felt from the alicorn amulet, even if it was much more muted - no single pony could match that much power. But perhaps a dozen could. Or more. If they were all as easy as this silly little slut…
 
Why stop at just a little bit of magic?
 
“You know, Trixie’s agent seems to think her voice is annoying, the philistine. But those idiots in the club seemed to like the sound of your screeching, so perhaps Trixie should try appealing to the lacking tastes of the masses.” The magician leaned in, her eyes pulsing with light, crushing the objections before they could even form in Aria’s mind. A blue finger hooked under Aria’s chin, lifting it to show off the smaller mare’s graceful neck.
 
“Do you want to sing for Trixie? Do you want to be a good girl and give Trixie that silly little voice of yours?”
 
Singing was part of who Amethyst was - it was the core of her soul! She expressed herself through song, and singing had kept her going through some of her darker days. It was her outlet and passion. It was part of her name and cutie mark, even!
 
It was such an important part of herself, such a core an integral tenant of her soul, that she managed to hold out for a whole second before she nodded eagerly, like the dumb little slut she was.
 
“Oh, of course, Trixie!” She simpered, so happy to just be useful to her better. Taking a breath to compose herself, Aria started to sing. A soft song, nothing important or impressive, but it still rang out with all the joy she felt at being able to serve her better.
 
And as she sang, deep in her throat, a golden light kindled. A little ball of brilliant light that pulsed as she sang, burning bright with passion and natural, if unpolished, talent. With evil intent, Trixie thrust a hand forward, the magic digits becoming little more than smoke that flowed down Aria’s throat as her back arched, her hips bucking as the other hands squeezed her tighter, washing away any fear and doubt she might have tried to feel in waves of insistent pleasure.
 
Deep in her throat the golden light was tainted, the purple of Trixie’s magic spreading through it, like ink dropped into water. Aria faltered, but her voice continued to sing, notes ringing out in the air as she felt a sharp tug in her throat - a little snap of pain as Trixie’s magic fully surrounded her voice and cut her off from it.
 
And then the hand drew back, smoke solidifying back into solid digits that clutched the little ball. Aria’s song still echoed through the air, her voice singing even as Trixie held it up to her eye, examining it critically as Aria reached up to clutch her throat, her mouth working silently. And despite the hypnosis still crushing her mind, a single tear ran down her cheek as part of her very soul was torn from her.
 
“It’s a shame to lose such a pretty voice.”
 
And then, with a snap of Trixie’s fingers, the little hypno-puppet collapsed to the grass - all used up and no longer of any interest to the great showmare. Smiling, Trixie turned and hurried off, humming to herself as she tucked her new prize away in her cape.
 
She had another meeting with her agent tomorrow, and had a good feeling that it would go much better than the last one had.