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"Are you sure that you can handle this alone, Princess?" The guard looked from the prisoner to Twilight, a somber expression on his face.

"Don't worry, I have everything prepared, she will be as safe here as in Canterlot," Twilight answered, signing the documents handed to her by the other guard.

A few steps away, Trixie was stationed motionless in the middle of the entry room in Twilight's castle. Her hands were bound in front of her with a metal chain. A slick inhibitor ring was placed securely on her horn. She stood unsure on her slightly bent legs, but still with a certain air of arrogant defiance to her posture.

"Okay then, the documents are in order, she will be under your watch now. Take care." With that, the two guards quickly departed from the castle. They exited through the main door and headed to the street.

Twilight walked over to the door and watched intently for several seconds as the guards walked towards their carriage. She slowly shut the door and turned back to face the other mare.

"So here we are Trixie, time to kick off your rehabilitation program. I assure you, you will be a completely changed mare after we are done."

"What if I don't want to be a changed mare. I like myself as I am."

"Well, I am sorry but that is not up to you to decide. After what you have done here in Ponyville while wearing the Alicorn Amulet, strict measures had to be taken. You endangered the whole town with your antics. It's either this or prison time and a very long one at that."

"Hmmph."

"I am taking on a large responsibility by placing you under my watch, few criminals are ever given this kind of opportunity. You should be grateful for that."

"I will be grateful once I'm free, Sparkle."

"That will only happen if you show good results, and that will require your cooperation." Twilight walked over to the corridor leading deeper into the castle. "Now follow me, I'll show you where you'll live."

They walked solemnly through the castle, closed doors passing by. Twilight was using her magic to carry the baggage that the guards left together with Trixie, containing things that were confiscated from her after the arrest. After a few turns, they came up to the passage leading downwards.

"You are putting me in the basement?!" Trixie's gaze jumped between Twilight and the stairs, disgust plain in her eyes. Nevertheless, step by unsure step she walked towards them.

"What did you expect? That you are going to sleep in my bedroom?" Trixie felt a slight sense of premonition behind Twilight's remark, not helped at all by a predatory tinge barely perceptible in her eyes.

"I presumed you were going to have a guest room or something."

"You'll first have to earn the right to live there. For now, you are still a criminal and I am required to take all the necessary precautions to make sure that you are held securely."

The two descended into the basement, Twilight using her magic to light up the way. As they reached the floor, she switched on the lights inside. A gloomy room, filled with all kinds of magico-technological equipment revealed itself. There was some furniture standing around, tables with paperwork on them and a few chairs. In the middle stood a metal cage, one that might be fit for a large dog.

Does she have a pet or something? The room made Trixie feel uneasy. This didn't seem like a good place to live in, not much better than the cell that she has been confined to previously.

"Okay, first things first, let's get you out of those dull prison clothes, and into something a bit more... colorful. The guards brought your confiscated clothes in this package, let's see what we have to work with." Twilight unpacked the box and carefully took out Trixie's old clothes. Putting them on a chair nearby she turned back to Trixie. "Let me remove your shackles so that you can change".

Trixie stepped closer. Using her magic, Twilight released the arcane lock on her binds and with a click, the shackles on Trixie's wrists opened up. She threw the chains unceremoniously on the floor.

As Trixie moved towards her clothes Twilight followed her with an intent gaze. "Are you going to stare at me while I change? Can't a mare have a bit of privacy?"

"You'll have your privacy later. Right now, I will keep an eye on you. I can't allow you to do something fishy." Twilight crossed her arms in front of her ample chest. Her strict tone, imbued with authority, made Trixie anxious. She felt particularly insecure here, alone with Twilight in the cellar, her magic restrained by that damned ring. But she couldn't show any weakness to her rival.

Still, Trixie understood that there would be no use trying to change Twilight's mind here so she started to undress anyway. But she certainly wasn't going to be meek about it.

"I knew I would get cold treatment from the guards when I was arrested, but I thought that you, Sparkle, with your 'rehabilitation therapy' would be a bit less strict with this kind of stuff. Well, I should've known that there was no reason to expect anything good from Princess 'Know-it-all'."

Trixie placed her thumbs under the hem of her grey prison trousers, pulling outward and down to take them off. Her plain panties and blue lithe asscheeks came into Twilight's view. The Princess brought her palm to her own crotch and gave it a little squeeze.

Trixie's bra-covered tits were exposed next when she quickly took off her grey shirt. Twilight was definitely eyeing Trixie up, outwardly still trying to maintain a composed posture, yet, as she started slowly rubbing an ever more prominent bulge between her legs, it was obvious she had a more personal interest in Trixie than she initially let on.

Trixie nervously glanced at Twilight before quickly unclasping and removing her bra and just as quickly pulling down the panties, almost tripping while pulling her toned legs out.

Twilight let a small smirk creep onto her lips as she watched Trixie pull up the magician leotard on.

Trixie breathed a sigh of relief. She could almost feel Twilight's eyes drill into her naked body. At least now she was covered in the most important places. She slid into the tights, put on her cloak, clasping the brooch underneath her chin and looked at what was left on the chair. Her hat and gloves. She left them be for now.

"You are done, Trixie?"

"Yes. This isn't exactly the attire I wear casually. These are my 'performance clothes', but they are still much better than those prison rags."

"That's great." Twilight smiled. As Trixie finished dressing up, the bulge between Twilight's legs began to soften. Trixie spared it a glance but decided it's better not to mention whatever that is.

"Now that you are ready to start on the road of self-improvement. It's time to start your rehabilitation. And first, of course, for me to explain why you are here and what we will be doing." Twilight put her hands on the hips, relaxing a little, and looking at Trixie with a thoughtful expression.

"You have committed some serious crimes during your last "visit" to Ponyville. Kidnapping, assault, destruction of property, vandalism, threatening public officials, and that's not even all of it. A fair trial would put you behind bars for most of your life, if not forever."

"But..."

"No Trixie, the fact that you were influenced by the Alicorn Amulet is not an excuse. You put it on willingly, knowing its dangers. When you were rampaging through the town you knew what you were doing. Yes, the Amulet influenced you, but it did not control you. You did it of your own will. You are not innocent, and it's your troubling personality that is to blame here.

"What?! The Great and Powerful Trixie has the most AMAZING personality!" The magician proclaimed defiantly. Twilight was not swayed. Instead, her expression grew somber.

"This is exactly what I am talking about. You stand before me, a prisoner, having committed numerous serious transgressions against the law, endangering many lives, including the lives of my friends, and yet you have the gall to arrogantly profess to have an 'amazing personality'." Twilight was getting fired up. "This is the same kind of toxic self-aggrandizing overconfidence that I have seen during our previous encounters. It poisons your relationships and raises your self-satisfied smugness to ridiculous degrees. And when life brings you down to reality, instead of acknowledging your imperfections, you lash out at it, putting yourself and others at risk of harm."

"None of this is true! Maybe I do have a teeny-weeny issue with my performance persona... But all of these problems that befell me are just bad luck. And the result of your actions too, Sparkle!" Trixie snarked back.

"My actions?! Now I am the one at fault here?" Twilight was taken aback. She took a second to compose herself. "You know, maybe you are right. It is my fault. My fault for not doing something sooner. Not doing something after our first meeting. But I am going to fix that mistake now."

"And how are you going to do it, huh? Let me guess... You are going to read me a series of boring lectures, aren't you?"

"No..."

"Or are you going to give me a book about self-improvement and have me read it? I know you do love your old dusty books. You have even lived in a library, hah!

"Actually..."

"Or are you going to force me to make some friends and hope that the magic of friendship will 'cure' me?

"No Trixie!" Twilight interjected forcefully before the captive mare could continue her rambling. "For you, I have developed a much more hands-on approach. You see, I believe that this problem has to be attacked directly at the center." Twilight's expression grew sinister. "I will strike at that fragile ego that you are so desperately trying to protect with your incessant self-aggrandizement."

Trixie did not like the sound of that. "What...what do you mean?"

"I will destroy your overconfidence. I will bring you so low, that even your vane, arrogant mind will have to recognize your worthlessness. And then I will build a new, better mare out of broken pieces of your shattered pride." Twilight proclaimed triumphantly.

Trixie REALLY did not like the sound of that. "What in Tartarus, does that mean? Explain yourself, Sparkle"

"You will learn that soon enough. And you will call me 'Princess Twilight' or 'my Princess'." The alicorn stood straight, displaying the visage of authority previously unseen by Trixie.

"I will call you whatever I want to call you. You can't force me to say it." Trixie didn't want to give any ground to that smug bit-...

"Actually, I can. But I don't need to do it now. In time you will see that following my commands ends much better for you than putting on futile displays of resistance."

Trixie was furious, her hands shook with defiance. But before she could counter Twilight's assertion, the Princess continued. "Now back to the matter. I have one additional piece to add to your attire." Twilight stepped closer. "Here, look at what I've got for you." She raised her hands, arcane energies swirling between her fingers, teleporting to her hands a...

"A collar?!" Trixie took a step backward, away from Twilight. "If you think you are gonna be putting that on my neck you are sorely mistaken, Sparkle."

"I WILL be putting it on you. And look, it's made personally for you. See here, it even has your name on it." Twilight extended the lavender collar to the other mare. It had 'TRIXIE' sewn into it in large blue letters. There was also a tag attached to the front, proudly displaying Twilight's cutie mark.

Trixie stared at the collar with disgust. Looking closer, she noticed small crystals lining up its top. "And what are those crystals for? Even with this damned ring on my horn, I can feel arcane energies seeping from that collar. I bet it's enchanted."

"Of course it's enchanted, Trixie. You are in the house of the Princess of Magic (and Friendship). Everything is enchanted here. Even your clothes are."

"WHAT?!" Trixie began frantically pulling the fabric of her clothes, looking at it with suspicion.

"I am just joking, Trixie. Your clothes are not enchanted." Twilight took another step towards Trixie. "Come on, just let me put this collar on you. It's not gonna zap you or anything if that's what worries you."

"That's not the only thing that I object to. I am not some kind of animal to wear a collar like that." She tried to take a step away from Twilight but suddenly found her body not responding. Twilight's horn was blazing and with a slight motion of her hand, Trixie was frozen in place.

"Just stay still while I put it on you." Twilight leaned in and quickly clasped the collar on Trixie's neck.

"I DO NOT AUTHORIZE THIS ACTION! IT IS DONE AGAINST MY CONSENT!"

"Oh shut up, you baby. I don't need your 'authorization'." Twilight stepped away, releasing Trixie's body.

Trixie started frantically clawing at the collar, trying to pull it off or find a latch. "I will rip this thing off as soon as I find out how to!"

"You are going to be looking for a long time, then. As you have already noticed, this collar is, in fact, enchanted. Only I can lock or unlock it. Don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to test it if you don't believe me."

"This is ridiculous, Sparkle! I am sure that this has nothing to do with 'rehabilitation'. You are only doing this for your own perverse enjoyment! What are you going to do next, put me in a cage?"

"Wow, how did you guess? Well, it probably wasn't that difficult, what's with the cage standing right in the middle of the room."

"You can't be serious! I thought the collar was ludicrous, but this is completely outrageous." Trixie was fuming. "You can't just put a person in a cage like some kind of animal. Look how small it is. I won't even be able to stand there. What am I supposed to do? Crawl into it?" Trixie was having none of it.

"Yes, this is exactly what you will do." Twilight's expression sharpened.

"NO. I. WON'T!

"Aren't you a magician? Shouldn't you be used to being in cramped spaces? I'm sure you've done a couple of those 'getting out of a locked box' tricks."

"During the performance, you only have to stay there for several minutes maximum. Not live there! This is completely crazy! You can't do this! This has to be illegal!"

"I am a Princess of Equestria! And if I say for you to get in the cage, you WILL do it!" Twilight was standing straight, her larger alicorn frame towering over the other mare. While Trixie attempted to present an image of unshaken defiance, subtle hints in her posture gave out her nervousness. The balance of power was wildly against her.

"You can't order me this! You are not above the law!"

"I AM the law! Now get in the cage!" As arcane energies swirled around Twilight's hands, Trixie felt her body tense up. Her limbs were enveloped by a purple aura. Slowly, against her will, she was lowered to her hands and knees.

As she prepared to make a retort, Trixie felt her mouth shut tight, her vocal cords unresponsive. Step by step she was marched to the cage, driven by Twilight's magic.

"As I have already said, there are no prizes to be won here by futile demonstrations of defiance. Sooner or later you will do what I order you to. There is no alternative."

As Trixie closed up to the cage, its front grate became translucent, allowing her to go in. Trixie's frame moved unrestrained through the transparent metal bars. Once she was securely inside, she felt her body relax. Trixie was in control of herself again. She turned swiftly to face her captor and was greeted with a smug grin on Twilight's face.

"Let me out of here! You won't get away with it! People will find out!"

"Of course they will." Twilight's smile only grew wider. "Once we are done, you will be paraded as an example of the success of my treatment."

"You are insane! Let me out!"

"Remember, Trixie. This is done for your benefit first and foremost. Changing one's nature is never easy, nor is it pleasant. But you will thank me when I'm through with you."

"NEVER!"

"See you soon Trixie. I will give you some time alone to get accustomed to your new surroundings. You'll be living here for a while."

The last thing that Trixie saw of Twilight was her condescending, satisfied grin, as she'd gone upstairs, slamming the door shut behind her.

Trixie's furious wailing filled the room, but there was no one left to hear her. Dark and overbearing silence of the cellar was her only response, reverberating weakly with frail echoes of her own voice.

Twilight's basement was her home now.