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The full ramifications of her situation dawned on Trixie once she was done with her powerless tirade. The gloomy stillness of the room around her held a dark premonition for her future. She was under Sparkle's full control now. Her most vicious rival holding her hostage. Trixie's fate was uncertain, but her spirit was yet unbroken. She won't play nice and she won't give in easily.

She started to look around. The dim light that Twilight left switched on illuminated the room, revealing murky shapes of magical mechanisms, ones that Princess no doubt used in her previous experiments. Trixie had some knowledge of arcane and technological arts. She was a unicorn after all, and a quite bright one at that, if she may say so herself. But this equipment was not familiar to her. In her experience as an illusionist, she had worked with different kinds of appliances, helpful in her line of work, but nothing quite like this. This equipment seemed quite... experimental. Hopefully, she won't become a target of Sparkle's evidently mad experiments with this machinery.

Trixie's attention came back to her cage and to her own body. She was still wearing that damned collar, she remembered. She futilely tried to take it off again. There didn't seem to be any perceptible latch on it. At least nothing that she could feel with her fingers. Trixie could still sense arcane energies swirling within it. The collar certainly held a variety of powerful enchantments, much more than just an arcane lock. What is Sparkle trying to accomplish with this? She said the collar won't zap me, but can I even trust her with that after all that just happened?

Trixie looked over her clothes. They felt good. She didn't spare any expense for her performance equipment and her attire was the most integral part. The material was pleasant on her skin, the only solace in this new dark world Twilight Sparkle has built for her. Why did she give me my clothes back? Is it just to humiliate me further? "Hey, look at the 'Great and Powerful' Trixie sitting in a cage in her most beautiful attire", like some exotic exhibit in Twilight's perverse collection.

But it wouldn't end like this. How sweet will be her revenge after she's free. Twilight will pay dearly for what she's done to me. It's the third time she has humiliated me and this one will be last, I swear. All I need is to find a way out. Trixie looked around, trying to find a weak spot in a cage. She was surrounded by thick metal bars, gaps between them barely wide enough for her to fit her arm through. The metal shafts scraped uncomfortably across her skin as she tried to reach out of the cage. No, this wouldn't help her now. She had to look for the door. The cage was low, the top only a few centimeters above Trixie's head when she stood with her arms straightened. But at least it was spacious enough horizontally for her to turn around freely.

She looked over every side of the cage and it was all the same. Metal bars from top to bottom. Though, on one side there was some strange protrusion with bars bending inside. It seemed like it was possible to slide something from outside in the inner space of the cage through that place. A place for a feeding tray perhaps? It didn't seem to be awfully practical. This wasn't helpful either.

Still no entrance or anything like that. How did she go in? Trixie remembered the bars on one side going translucent and allowing her to go through. She swirled quickly to face them. As she stared intently on the metal rods, she couldn't notice anything different about them. They seemed just as real and solid as any others now. She tried to push on them, but they didn't give in even a little. Must be another magical contraption, she mused.

Twilight was right about one thing. Trixie felt more comfortable in this cage than she would have if she wasn't a magician. Years of training to get in and out of tight boxes for her performances stripped away any claustrophobia that she might have from being confined to such a small space. It didn't make her stay here any more pleasant though.

She remembered as she watched a famous illusionist Daisy Lane get out of a small black box, submerged to the bottom of a river, with hands tied behind her back and an inhibitor ring on her horn in just less than two minutes and fifteen seconds. Trixie was just a child back then. A little filly with great aspirations to equal or even overshadow Daisy with her own performance. And this was her chance.

But Daisy's performance was just a staged trick. The inhibitor ring on her horn was fake, and her hands were bound much less securely than appeared at first sight. This, on the other hand, was the real deal. She won't be getting out in two minutes, or possibly ever?

No, she shouldn't think like that. That's what Sparkle wants. That smug arrogant bitch. For how long has she planned this? Trixie spent several months in a Canterlot jail, waiting for her trial. Twilight had all that time and more to prepare.

How foolish it was of Trixie to think that after her showdown with Sparkle in Ponyville, she could just go back to her show and travel willy-nilly across the country. She did try to be a bit more discreet, but the law caught up to her eventually. Trixie was arrested, her belongings confiscated, and she was sent to rot in Canterlot jail, while detectives gathered evidence of her wrongdoings. Interviews, interrogations, examinations. Now that was one dull affair she didn't want to remember. Things certainly didn't look good for her.

Which is why when she received word of a special arrangement done for her case by Twilight Sparkle, she, like a naive filly, was overcome with relief. She thought she could just walk into Twilight's home and play a good little girl for a few months. And once Sparkle was assured of her sincere redemption she would be released and go on her merry way, free again, roaming the country and beguiling people's minds with her amazing tricks.

But alas, that was not to be. It was foolish of her to believe that all this affair with 'rehabilitation' was anything but Twilight's thinly veiled attempt at getting back at Trixie. Apparently, Sparkle wasn't satisfied with Trixie simply rotting in prison for the rest of her life. No, she needed to exact her revenge personally, that's what this was all about. Was it because she hurt Twilight's friends? In retrospect, it might not have been the smartest thing to do. That mare does seem to care an awful lot about her companions.

But how amazing it felt to wipe their smug self-assured smiles off their pretty little faces. The expression of pure horror on Twilight's face as she was thrown out of Ponyville was a sight Trixie would cherish to the end of her days. But it seemed like Sparkle would be the one to have the last laugh here.

Not if I have anything to say about it. Trixie's mind filled with images of sweet revenge she would exact once she got out, interchanged with haphazard attempts at coming up with a plan to get out of Twilight's captivity.

As the hours passed, her mind started to wander to different places. How long did Sparkle intend to keep her here? Were other Princesses involved in this whole ordeal? Did they even know, or care about any of this? Is there anyone else in...

"Hello again, Trixie!" Twilight was coming down the stairs, a nonchalant smile adorning her face. By all looks, It was as if she was approaching a friend during an afternoon stroll through the town, and not at all a prisoner kept secretly in a cage in her cellar.

"What do you want now, Sparkle? Came in to gloat some more at my humiliation?" Having to see Twilight's smug face every day might be an even worse torture than being forced to live in a cage, Trixie thought.

"Oh, why are you so defensive, Trixie? I just came in to check up on you. See if you are getting acclimated alright to your new living conditions. I am sorry I had to put you in the cellar, but all the other rooms were taken." Twilight flashed a cheeky smile.

"This castle is empty! I'm pretty sure you are literally the only one living here." Trixie was not amused.

"Oh, yeah, I guess that is right. Well, good thing I now have you to keep me company. It was getting awfully lonely since Spike left to go on a trip through the Dragon Lands. It was difficult to let him go, but he does need to connect some more with his kin, and there aren't that many dragons in Equestria."

"I don't care one bit what your pet dragon is doing. I am more concerned about my own problems, as you might see. What you are doing here is completely ridiculous and you will answer for this!"

"You are right Trixie. I was such a bad host. You've come here after a long and arduous trip and here I am, putting you in a pickle and then leaving you alone for several hours. You must be absolutely famished."

Twilight was right, Trixie did begin to feel hungry after a while. And prison food that she had to do with before was neither appetizing nor plentiful.

"First, I'll give you some water, and once you are done, I'll bring out a nice meal I've prepared for you. Does that sound good?"

There had to be some catch here. Nothing was ever simple with Sparkle, Trixie learned it the hard way.

"You know damn good what would sound good to me. And it certainly isn't the prospect of eating your leftovers while being stuck in a cage."

"Well, you need to eat something. I can't let you starve. Anyway, here is your drink." Twilight summoned a bowl filled with water to her hands. A pet bowl. She approached the cage and bent over, sliding the bowl into protrusion in the cage that Trixie had noticed before.

As the mare looked at the container presented to her, she understood Twilight's designs. The criss-crossed metal bars affixed to the cage covered the bowl, not allowing Trixie to use her hands to drink. She would need to press her face into the bars and suck the liquid in. She might even need to use her tongue to drink it down to the bottom. A solid circular metal plate was placed on the edge, covering the rim of the bowl, preventing Trixie from trying to move it.

"I am not going to drink like this! Give me a cup, Sparkle!" Trixie was not going to budge on this.

"You'll have to earn it first. Your behavior up to this point wasn't exactly exemplary." Twilight's self-satisfied lecturing tone was setting Trixie off.

"Are you still going to pretend that this charade has any purpose other than your own perverted enjoyment, Sparkle? I see right through your flimsy facade."

"I know that it's difficult for you to understand that some people legitimately want to help others, given your own egotistical persona. But I do really want to see you changed for the better."

"At least I had the courage to be honest with you, Sparkle." Trixie wasn't falling for Twilight's feeble excuses. "When I said that I wanted you to suffer, I meant it! All you do is hide behind your 'nice and friendly' veneer, all the while secretly plotting your depraved schemes."

"So you aren't going to drink?"

"I swear, I would throw this bowl into your face if I could! Bring me a cup or get out of my sight, Sparkle."

"If that's what you want..." Twilight didn't seem particularly perturbed by this development of events. With a light swish of her hand, the bowl was enveloped by a purple aura and disappeared.

"I'll be back tomorrow. Hopefully, a little bit of fasting will improve your behavior."

Trixie didn't even deign her with a response. She watched silently as Twilight had gone up the stairs and closed the door behind her, leaving Trixie alone with her thoughts again.

That'll show her. She won't get me to prostrate myself before her like a pet. But Trixie's rumbling tummy and increasingly sore throat encouraged her to do otherwise. Whatever, it's nothing that I haven't faced before. In her travels, Trixie had to go through many periods of misfortune. A traveling magician's job is one of ups and downs. Sometimes she had to tighten her belt and weather the storms that befell her. But she had always persevered. She won't let Sparkle break her either.

Trixie's idly wandering hands reached to her collar again. What a ridiculous thing. At least it wasn't fastened too tight. But it did seem to pulsate with energy, always reminding Trixie of its presence.

She moved her hands up, reaching for her horn, touching the slick ring placed on it. She gave it a hard pull. Not an inch. Equestrian guards knew how to do their job. Once this thing was secured in place, one could only remove it with special tools or a spell. It was easier to tear your horn off than to remove it by hand.

Trixie hasn't managed to find any weak spots in Twilight's design. Maybe she should just sleep and try tomorrow? She was tired, both from her travel, and even more so from all that Sparkle had put her through. She laid on her hands, covering herself with her cloak. The dim light barely penetrated through the fabric. It wasn't particularly comfortable, but Trixie had slept in worse conditions. Once she had to sleep under a tree during a storm. Now that was trouble. This was nothing compared to that. She would endure, and when she was out, she will enjoy wiping Sparkle's shit-eating grin off her face. Yes, how sweet her revenge will be...

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"Wakey, wakey, Trixie."

"Whaaa....?"

Twilight waited for several seconds for Trixie to take her surroundings in. The caged mare took a moment to remember where she was and what was going on.

"What do you want now, Sparkle?"

"I just came to check up again on my loyal subject." Twilight chirped brightly. "Have you slept well?"

"What do you care? Does it bring you pleasure to know of my suffering?" Trixie was grim, a striking difference to Twilight's joyful tone.

"As a host and a Princess, it is customary for me to take proper care of my guests. It seems you weren't feeling thirsty yesterday. So I must insist that you drink something today. Surely, by now you must be parched."

Twilight's inappropriately nonchalant attitude was getting on Trixie's nerves.

"Can you stop with this absurd posturing? If you want to see me humiliate myself for your enjoyment just have the courage to say so. But I won't do what you want anyway. I'd rather die of thirst than follow your inane orders."

"See, Trixie, this is your pride speaking. Like always, instead of doing what's best for you, you futilely try to assert your authority. Can you at least try to act good for once? You will see how much better it is for you." More smug lecturing from Sparkle. Oh, how Trixie was tired of it. That condescending smile never left Twilight's lips.

"You won't be so snobbish once I drag your face through the mud for all that you have done to me. You won't be able to keep me here forever, and once I'm out, I'll make sure to repay you for every single thing. I'll even bring your friends so that they can watch their 'princess' kiss my feet."

"Hollow threats." Twilight was unimpressed. "How predictable. I thought you'd come up with some more creative comebacks with all the free time you have now."

"You'll wish I was less creative when I'm through with you."Good one, Trixie.

"Whatever you say." Twilight didn't even seem to be listening. She had put her hand to her chin and stopped to think for a moment. "There is one more thing I wanted to mention. You might have noticed already, but the place you are staying in is not fully equipped for permanent living."

"No shit."

"Yes, that's exactly what I'm talking about. There is no toilet. Which is why I have put a special enchantment on your collar. It purges wastes from your body. I'm pretty sure you are already familiar with a spell like that. Being a traveling mare and all. It's awfully convenient if I may say so myself."

Yes, Trixie was familiar with it alright. Proper restrooms were hard to come by on her constant travels throughout the country. And sometimes the weather wasn't very kind to her posterior if she decided to do her business outside. Winter colds and autumn storms were not particularly well suited for her delicate naked flesh. The spell was also pretty useful when your bladder decided to betray you during one of your performances.

"How awfully kind of you, Sparkle. I thought you would like to see me wallow in my own filth."

"You still think that I just want to see you suffer." Twilight sighed. "The purpose of this rehabilitation therapy is to teach you to respect others, not to make you hate yourself."

Trixie was not buying it one bit. She learned to expect hidden malice behind every Twilight's action. "You probably just don't want me stinking up your basement." Trixie briefly thought about saying that she would gladly shit herself if that would spite Twilight, but luckily reconsidered it at the last moment. That would probably just make Sparkle laugh.

"So, I guess, you still are not going to drink, Trixie?" Twilight returned back to the original topic.

"Drink like an animal? Never!"

"Okay then. See you later." Twilight exited again, going up the stairs, and leaving an uncomfortable silence behind.

Huh, that's it? Will she just keep starving me out until I agree? She isn't going to just let me die, is she?

The thought was unpleasant. But even more unpleasant were an ever-increasing thirst and hunger within her. Now that Twilight was out Trixie's emotions had died down, and the full effects of her bodily discomforts began to present themselves.

She couldn't surrender though. She needed to persevere. But Trixie couldn't just wait around. No, a waiting game would go in Twilight's favor. She needed to find a way out. Just like in her escape performances. This will be her most impressive stunt yet, possibly the most impressive stunt that anyone had ever done. The great escape.

But where to start? What did she need to look for? Her hands had unwittingly gone back to her collar. She could feel the faint pulsing of its arcane energies. Yes, the collar, it was the key to all of this. If Twilight didn't lie, she now knew at least one enchantment placed on it. But there was more. Trixie was certain of it.

It seemed to be more active now than yesterday, too. The difference was barely perceptible, but Trixie was attuned enough to the arcane world to feel it. Wait. Yesterday, yesterday... how much time has passed since I was brought here? She felt like she got a full night's worth of sleep, even if she wasn't feeling particularly refreshed. But in this accursed cellar, there was no way to tell what time it was outside.

She smacked her dry lips. Her thirst was getting worse. It didn't matter though. She was strong enough to endure it.

She needed to figure out more about the collar. She could feel the gemstones sewn into it with her fingers. The material of the collar was pleasant to the touch. She knew quite a few ways to unravel the mysteries of enchanted objects, but all of them required her to be able to cast spells herself.

Trixie seemed to hit a stop. There was nothing particularly important she could figure out about the enchantments on the collar while her magic was constrained by the inhibitor ring. There were all kinds of magical equipment around her in the cellar, maybe some of them could be used. But there was no way for her to reach any of the devices from the cage. She sat, deep in thought, occasionally looking around, or bringing her hands up to touch either her collar or the ring.

As time went by, she felt worse and worse. In her travels, she sometimes had to go without food or water for extended periods of time. It was pretty rough, but usually it wasn't this bad.

All the while, the collar pulsed gently, taunting her. She felt dizzy. It was difficult to think but she had to continue her search.

Hours had passed and yet there was still no result. She was stuck. Maybe she won't find an exit now, but she won't surrender either. Sparkle could take her nasty bowl and shove it up her fat purple ass. Hmm, she does have a pretty big ass. Not surprising, given that her whole body became bigger after... Wait, no. The escape. Right, I'm supposed to be looking for an escape.

But as more hours passed, she came no closer to a solution to her predicament. Her stomach started to give her trouble too. She didn't have a proper meal for so long. Those crumbs she received while in jail didn't count. Her vision became filled with images of food, water, anything that would sate her growing needs.

It didn't seem to be a terribly long time since she got to Twilight's castle. So why was it so...

She heard a sound. A door opening. She turned to look at the entrance to the basement. The sight of Twilight slowly coming closer put all her other thoughts to the back of her mind. She needed to look strong now. She couldn't show weakness.

"Hello, Trixie. You don't look very good." Shit.

"I feel just fine." Her words were strong, but her limp body wasn't very convincing.

"Hmm, I see clear signs of dehydration. You should drink a bit." Twilight summoned a bowl filled with water to her hands and placed it in front of the cage.

"Bring me a cup and let me drink like a person, Sparkle."

"Hmm, I guess you aren't that thirsty after all. You know, I'm getting kind of tired of bringing you water and you just rejecting it." Twilight used her magic to levitate a chair standing nearby, putting it next to the cage and taking a seat.

"So if you aren't going to use it, I will." A purple aura enveloped her feet, taking off her sandals. "As you've seen, my new castle is pretty big. It takes a while to get from one place to another." She lowered her left foot delicately into the bowl, submerging it in the liquid. "All that walking around makes my feet feel a bit sore."

Trixie didn't believe for a second in Twilight's explanation. This was nothing but a flimsy excuse to torture Trixie some more. Still, she watched intently as Twilight started grazing the water slowly with her other foot. There was something strangely magnetic about the sight. The Princess put both of her feet inside and soaked them for a while. There was a content expression on her face, she seemed to enjoy Trixie's attention. As she gently raised her left leg from the bowl, a stream of water trickled down from her toes, gradually turning into droplets.

Trixie imagined putting her tongue underneath, letting the cool liquid slide into her dry mouth. That would be so... disgusting. Right, disgusting. No way she would ever do that. Okay, Trixie, focus. Stop staring at her legs, that makes you look weak.

She raised her eyes to meet Twilight's. "Is this gratuitous display supposed to make me feel something except revulsion, Sparkle?"

"What does it make you feel?" She tapped lightly on the water with her feet. Trixie immediately chided herself for glancing there.

"As I've already said, revulsion. I have no interest in your games."

Twilight lowered both of her feet into the bowl. A small amount of water spilled out above its rims. "Is that why you keep peeking at my legs?" She raised one of her feet, bringing it tauntingly forward, towards the cage. As she teasingly flexed her toes inward and outward, a small trickle of liquid flowed down from her sole. The sounds of droplets falling on the floor reverberated in the still air of the cellar.

Trixie's seared brain goaded her into focusing on the water, watching intently as it dribbled onto the ground. It would be so easy, she thought, to just push her head forward and nibble at Twilight's ever closer feet.

NO! NO! Trixie snapped back to her senses, looking Twilight in the eyes again. The Princess seemed immensely satisfied with herself.

"If you are done with your pompous spectacle, I would ask you to leave me be." The caged mare used what remained of her willpower to turn her had away.

"Oh, so feisty, I love it." Twilight beamed. "Well, I see you are a busy mare, Trixie, so I won't take more of your precious time." She snickered. "I'm sure you have a lot of important business to attend." Another chuckle. "But don't worry, you'll have plenty more occasions to familiarize yourself with the bottoms of my feet." She gave Trixie one more teasing wave with her right foot before putting her sandals back on. Even though Trixie resolved to not give Twilight any more attention, she couldn't stop herself from sneaking a small glance at that gesture.

"Since this bowl of water seemed to interest you so much, I'll leave it here so you two can get acquainted better," Twilight said, sliding the container with liquid into the cage through the protrusion.

As the Princess was leaving, Trixie spared her one last glance before quickly turning her head back again. She only allowed herself to relax once she heard the soft thump of the door being closed.

What was this mad mare trying to achieve with her displays? She even left that dirty water here. Trixie resolved not to drink it. She wouldn't even look at it. No, she wouldn't even think about it. Hah, take that Sparkle. She turned to the other side of the cage, confident in her strength.

As her emotions cooled down, the never relenting thirst immediately rose up to the top of her mind. Okay, not thinking about it might be a bit too difficult. But she certainly won't look. She just needed to focus on something else.

Her escape. Yes, the escape. She needed to try and understand the restraints placed on her by Twilight better. Maybe she could find a way to take off the inhibitor?

As Trixie mused, she was constantly assaulted by annoying thoughts of her needs. Wouldn't all of this thinking be much easier with a clear head? The dehydration made her dizzy. It would be much better to drink a bit and then tackle the issues with a sober mind. But she had nothing to drink. No, that bowl of dirty water doesn't count. She spared it a quick glance.

No, I am not looking at it.

What's wrong with looking though? Nothing bad about it. She was parched and it was full of liquid, it was only natural for her mind to wander there.

Trixie slowly repositioned herself, standing on her hands and knees. Her scorched psyche drew her towards the nearest source of nourishment. She didn't even feel how she slowly turned to face the bowl. As she lowered her head to look down, she was faced with her own reflection staring back at her. This imprisonment wasn't kind to her, she looked tired and disheveled.

There was an imprint on the bowl inside. A large copy of Twilight's cutie mark was spread out over its flat bottom. To Trixie's dizzy vision it seemed as if it was superimposed over the reflection of her face. As if she was branded by it. The grate placed over the bowl only served to push the image further into her mind. Here she was, Twilight's prisoner, her property even.

Trixie quickly jerked her head, trying to shake the image away. She succeeded, partially. She was still staring dumbly at her own reflection, but at least the unwelcome thoughts relented a bit. She brought her right hand up to the bowl, slowly pushing her fingers inside through the grate. The feeling of water touching the tips of her digits brought her strange relief. Despite her initial apprehension, the liquid seemed completely clear and clean.

She would need to drink it. Damn that arrogant Sparkle with her schemes. Trixie was doing this for her own reasons, she wasn't surrendering. She had to do it to be able to continue her resistance. Yes, that's why she was doing it. The thoughts raced through her brain as she lowered her head down, grating pushing uncomfortably into her skin, and started sucking the water in.

It was so sweet. Is the water supposed to be this sweet? She made a large gulp, the liquid moistening her insides on its way down. Trixie could feel a pleasant smell emanating from the water. It reminded her of Twilight. Sparkle must have put something in the water. Trixie knew that the liquid would taste sweeter when she was parched so much, but it wasn't supposed to be this good. And it certainly shouldn't have a smell.

As she continued drawing the water in with her thirsty mouth, her whole body seemed to rejuvenate. She imagined her withered brain getting enveloped by the cool liquid. The liquid that Sparkle has bathed her feet in...

Trixie stopped. As her mind cleared, the full implications of what she was doing settled in. Despite that, her yearning body prompted her to get another mouthful. Twilight must be up top in the castle, busy with some royal matters, while Trixie was stuck in a cage, drinking water the Princess had soaked her feet in. And it was the best damn water she had ever laid her lips on. Could she sink any lower?

Yes, she could. Trixie could surrender. But she won't. She remembered why she was doing it. To restore her strength for further resistance. To find an escape. Yes, that's why she was doing it.

Trixie pushed away from the bowl, having drunk her fill. There still was some more left. She sat on her bottom, her back leaning onto the bars opposite side from the bowl. Her hair was pushed against the metal bars that covered the top of the cage. Some unwelcome thoughts fluttered in her head, disgusted at her actions. But it felt good, right even, to do it. She needed to drink to clear her mind, to restore her energy, possibly even to survive. There was no other choice. And so what if the water from beneath Sparkle's feet tasted amazing? That was just a bonus.

Trixie felt relaxed, determined that she will be able to withstand whatever challenge her captor throws at her next.

As she was waiting around, the mare had crept several times to the bowl, taking a few more sips. All the while images of Twilight dipping her feet into the water flashed through her mind, not helped at all by the pink star taunting her from the bottom of the bowl. Trixie had to close her eyes while drinking to be able to ignore it, but that only made images of Twilight all the more vivid.

She spent her time trying fruitlessly to come up with some way of getting out of the cage, of removing her collar or the inhibitor ring. She didn't even know what time it was outside. Both night and day would seem absolutely the same inside the cellar. But she needed to sleep at some point. Maybe it would be best to follow her natural instincts. The body has an internal clock and it's better not to mess with it too much. She couldn't quite understand if she was feeling tired enough to go to sleep right now, though. The water both rejuvenated her and gave her a healthy dose of drowsiness.

As Trixie lay in the cage, musing about it, she felt the lights around her start to dim. The glow that was already quite dull up to this point, diminished further and the gloomy room descended into total darkness.

Was this Twilight's signal that it was time for her to sleep? That it was night outside? Trixie couldn't know for sure. She rolled up her cloak, putting it underneath her head, using it as a pillow. Despite the hunger that still remained in her stomach, she felt more at peace than before.

Twilight will certainly taunt Trixie for her submission once she sees the near-empty bowl. But it didn't matter. Sparkle can laugh all she wants. She won't be laughing when Trixie gets out and turns the game around on her. But to do that, Trixie needed her strength and wits about her. That wasn't possible while she was dry as dust, unable to focus on anything but her base needs, so she made the right choice. Yes, there was no other way.