Important Notes: This story is an alternate universe set shortly after Trixie's first visit to Ponyville. While they are still called ponies. unicorns, and pegasi; the ponies in this story is anthro. This means while they still have a coat, mane and tail, they are bipedal with hands and feet. Their cutie marks are also under the outside corner of each eyes also instead of on their hip, back or but. They still have wings or horns, or both, depending on what kind of pony they are.

My Little Pony is owned by Hasbro and was created by Lauren Faust.

Moonlit Slave

It was hard to believe that it had been months since that horrible night back in Ponyville, the night that everything had changed. Trixie had went from making a meager life, though happy, to having no life at all. News had spread fast about the Ursa Minor, but it wasn't the truth. Instead of the blame placed on those two foals shoulders, everything was blamed on trixie herself. Since then she had visited a few towns that she had once did very well at, only to now be turned away. Ponies who once enjoyed her show, even praised her, now turned her away.

It wasn't like she had anything to work with really, but she still had her magic. Everything was trampled, her clothes, books, and even what little money she had was destroyed by that rampaging monster. She didn't need props though to cast illusions, sure it was the most basic staple of her acts, but they went great with her storytelling segments of her shows. They always earned plenty of Oos and Ahs, an eager round of applause, yet she couldn't even do that.

With no way to earn that money, Trixie was banished to the streets. No wagon or roof over her head led her to sleeping in the open, usually in dark alleys. It just wasn't fair! Not only had that backwater little town not know the difference between a show that was intended only for entertainment, they couldn't even place the blame for what happened on the right ponies. Surely those two stupid colts was sleeping in a warm bed every night with at least three square meals a day.

She wished that she didn't lose her cloak and hat in the confrontation with the Ursa, but when she saw the creature about to kill off the two foals, Trixie had no choice except to save them. She was able to draw the Ursa's attention long enough to get the colts to safety, but was injured in the process. It had torn her cloak from her, and left several gashes in her show dress. Luckily all she had recieved was several small scratches, narrowly dodging anything worse.

It was Twilight Sparkle who not only saved her, but the town as well. Sure she was upset for being shown up, but she wasn't stupid. She knew that if not for Twilight Sparkle, then she would most likely be dead. That knowledge was little comfort during cold nights or with an empty stomach. Thankfully, that was all finally over now. At least for the moment as she stood over the large sink, the tattered ruins of her sleeves pulled up as she wore rubber gloves and scrubbed at the dishes buried under a mountain of soap suds.

Being a dishwasher wasn't so bad, at least not as bad as she thought, but it was far from what she had seen herself doing when she ran away from home three years ago. Sure she was young when she left, taking all the bits she had saved to purchase her caravan, but she had proven how great and powerful she was. She had earned a decent reputation as a showmare. a reputation that was worthless now as she rinsed another dish and put it in the strainer.

"Just a little longer." Trixie whispered to her empty stomach. This was her first day, coming in just this morning asking for a job. At first the stallion in charge of the Inn was hesitant, but after leering at Trixie's generous bust, accented even more by her corset, the perverted pony offered her a job washing dishes. He reminded her a little too much of her father, but she couldn't complain with the promise of money.

"Hey bitch!" The stocky stallion snapped as he stormed into the kitchen, carrying a crumpled sheet of paper. Trixie stumbled backwards from him a few steps before bumping into the counter. She whimpered as he roughly shoved the crumpled paper in her face, making her whimper in fright. "I thought you said your name was Roxie! Do you think me for an idiot, you trouble maker?"

"I j-just needed a few bits." Trixie whimpered as the stallion invaded her personal space, his hands on either side of her against the counter.

"Well liars don't get paid here, though I have a few ideas of how you can earn a few bits." The stallion said, one hand moving to her hip while the other cupped a breast, squeezing roughly through her dirty and ragged dress. Trixie couldn't hold off a shocked moan before bringing her knee up meeting the stallions groin . As the bastard stumbled back, bending over in pain and holding himself, Trixie rushed past him and out of the building.

"G-G-GUARDS! GUARDS!" Came the pained scream of the stallion as Trixie burst out of the kitchen, and tore through the eating area of the Inn. Several ponies looked up from their meals in shock as a young mare in tears wearing dirty and ragged clothing ran through the room as if the hounds of Tartarus was hot on her heels.

Trixie didn't stop as she ran through the street and ducking down an alley before any pony caught her. It was rough and scary, but she managed to get away with the last thing she had intact without the guards catching her. She wasn't stupid, she knew who the guards would believe, and with what happened in Ponyville things would look bad for her.

For several hours Trixie sat behind a dumpster in an alley crying into her knees while hugging them to her. The first promise of work in so long, and she didn't get paid. Worse yet, some slimy bastard had groped her, and Celestia knew what else he had planned. She wasn't sure what else to do, she was so hungry and no way to get food like she had planned. She was called monster and worse, yet it was the ponies in this town who were monsters. A older stallion attacking a seventeen year old mare like that, refusing to pay her rightfully earned wages, who was the monster?

Angrily Trixie wiped her tears away, eyes narrowing before coming to a decision. If every pony wanted to believe the worst from her, then she would give them her worse. Storming down the alley, she made her way to the center of town realizing that she must have been crying for a lot longer than she thought. Every pony was closing up shops, the stalls being either secured for the night or getting ready for travel. There were still a few stalls open though, and one of them had a lot of delicious looking apples for sale. Licking her lips as her target was set, after all the stallion running it was just as much of an ass as the one from the Inn, Trixie slowly made her way to it.

The closer she got to the stall, the more she wondered if this was a good idea. She had never stolen anything before, but after what every pony had done to her, they owed her a few apples. Right? Even before she reached the stall, guilt had nearly made her back out of grabbing a few apples. That was until the stall owner leered at her, mentally undressing her with his eyes.

"Hey honey, I'm getting ready to close up shop. If you want, we can go have some fun. Might even pay you a few bits if your good enough." The stallion said, making Trixie's anger reaffirm her original plan. Reaching out Trixie grabbed a couple apples, smirking at the Stallion. "You better be planning on paying for those."

"Now why would I do that?" Trixie smirked, her horn glowing before a smokescreen burst around her and several illusions of herself ran off in different directions.

Turning from the stall she ran off as well, making it down a dark alley before stopping at the deadend. Thankfully the stall owner ran after an illusion leaving her to enjoy her prize. Taking a big bite of an apple, she relished the juices sliding over her tongue, bits of apple filling her mouth. It tasted so good she lost track of her surroundings until two large shadows fell on her making her choke on the apple. There before her stood two very buff looking Night Guards, their wings outstretched making them look even bigger.

"Halt criminal scum!" The first one said, slapping a null ring over Trixie's horn before she could recover from choking. A few bits of apple finally flew from her mouth and across the guard's boot making him sneer in disgust. The second one stepped forward and backhanded her, knocking her to the ground.

"How dare you?" The second one asked, the first one getting between the two.

"That's enough rookie! She may be a criminal, but that doesn't give you the right to strike her without due cause!" The first guard growled out, his fangs making him scary as Trixie stared up in fear and shock. She couldn't believe they caught her, but was even more surprised when the first one had protected her from the second.

"Sorry Sir!" The second one said, saluting the first one.

"That is enough from both of you." A new voice said, making all three look up to see a woman with wings and a horn step into the alley. To say that the woman was beautiful would be an understatement, her etheral mane and tail waving in an unseen wind. Her tight black backless dress hugging her curves as her skirt was slit on each side up to her thighs. A hint of tight shorts could be seen through the slit which made sense for any female flier wearing a dress or skirt. "Take her straight to my sister, but make sure that her sentence isn't passed until I arrive. I need to check on a few things."

"Yes Ma'am!" Both guards cried out, saluting the Princess before the first guard helped an awed and frightened mare to her feet. "Come along Miss, it will go better for yourself if you don't fight."

Trixie couldn't reply, all she could do was hold her throbbing cheek as tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The second guard shackled her wrist behind her back, the half eaten apple falling to the ground as the first took the uneaten one. Everything seemed a blur as she was more or less dragged back to the castle and, to her shock, before princess Celestia herself.

"What is this mare's name?" Celestia asked, staring down at Trixie with a soft gaze. There was no accusation in those eyes, but Trixie couldn't help feeling shame for what she had done.

"My name is Trixie Lulamoon, Princess Celestia." Trixie whimpered, wincing when Celestia's eyes narrowed.

"The same that was involved with the Ursa Minor incident in Ponyville a few months ago?" Celestia asked.

"Y-Yes, Ma'am." Trixie whimpered.

"Age?" Celestia asked.

"Seventeen, Ma'am." Trixie sniffed, looking down at the floor as the two Night Guards flanked her.

"Such a young age to be involved in so much trouble. Tell me, what are the charges that bring her here today?" Celestia asked the first guard.

"She is charged with assault on an inn keeper in town as well as stealing apples from an apple vendor." The first guard said.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?" Celestia asked, now glaring down at Trixie.

"As if any pony cares." Trixie sniffed, refusing to look up.

"You might be surprised." A Day Guard said stiffly as he stepped forward." Princess Celestia, I was the officer present when investigating the claims of one Mr. Coal. One of the cooks witnessed the entire thing, and it appears that not only did the inn keeper refuse to pay wages Miss Lulamoon rightfully earned, he also molested her."

"You say that you are seventeen years old?" Celestia asked a surprised Trixie who could only nod slowly.

"Bring Mr. Coal in for questioning and charge him with sexual misconduct towards a minor." Celestia growled out, the Day Guard saluting before turning to leave. "That doesn't explain why you thought it was okay to steal."

"I had no right to steal the apples, I was just so hungry and upset." Trixie whimpered.

"And that is no excuse." Princess Luna said, her voice echoing throughout the room as she made her entrance. She strode straight to the throne next to Celestia's and took a seat.

"Sister, I have things well in hand here." Celestia said, glancing over to her sister.

"I'm sure you do, dear sister, but I checked with the court archiver and Article five-oh-one point three is still in effect and I hearby invoke it as is my right as one of the ruling soverign." Luna said, a smile growing on her face at seeing the shocked look in Celestia's eyes.

"Are you sure?" Celestia asked nervously, but with Luna's determined nod, the Solar Princess sighed and nodded. "Very well, Trixie Lulamoon, you are hearby found guilty of petty theft and must spend no less than six months in prison. As per article five-oh-one point three of the Equestrian Discplinary Act, you will serve your time not as a prisoner in the dungeons, but as Princess Luna's personal slave."