My little dark magic princess

Prologue

She bows low for her master. “Master all the preparations are made. the next experiment is ready. All we need now is the subjects.”

He clicks his hooves together in childlike glee. “Ah yes, so we are ready Coral?”

Coral looks up. “Yes master we are more than ready, for we have all we need but the specimens.”

He chuckles darkly “Don’t worry about that Coral I have just the abomination for the job. Get your brother ready for his assignment.”

Coral flinches at this.“Ah! Are you sure master? He is unstable, and might not be able to handle this task.”

The master stomps his hooves on the ground. The echoing sound resonates menacingly. “ARE YOU QUESTIONING ME CORAL!?!?!?!?”

The poor slave trembles in her hooves. “no of c-course not master.”

He “sighs”disappointingly. “Coral I don’t think I need to tell you what we do to slaves, but I really am too kind. Go get your brother ready, and we can forget about this whole thing” The master unicorn glares vialy at Coral the slave.

Coral bows before her master. “yes  of c-course. Thank you master Darkhole” Coral leaves the throne room with all haste.

Darkhole then reclines in his massive throne atop the arches, and sits to wait for his abomination.

His monster gets there quickly enough. A grotesque mashup of every type of pony out there.

Darkhole grins at the adorable sight. “Ah my pet! Hello dear thing. I need you to go fetch me some more ponies. Remember ponies are for chewing not eating, and try to bring three back alive this time.”

As his pet dashes out of the throne room Darkhole gets up off his throne, and starts wandering to his room behind the throne. Just like he predicted just as he closed the door he could hear the screams of his subjects, and the howl of his pet off in the night.

He “sighs” now he has to leave the fun behind and get down to planning his conquest. He looks over his many seeing glasses, and looks for three ponies that are the perfect match. After the failure of the last few specimens we was seriously starting to doubt the power supposedly foretold of by his adviser. His adviser which had given these to him. His adviser who swore they would work for what he needed. Darkhole was going to kill that zebra if these failed one more time.

It looked like he might not need to. There in the seeing glass where three ponies, and unlike the other specimens they resonated perfectly with each other. Even better there was one from every race. Darkhole had not been this excited since he started these experiments.

All there was left to do was relay the new orders to his pet. Which was as simple as talking into his special dog horn.

Taking the horn he went to the window, and spoke out the new directions in it. It was always hard, as he had to be precise in his instructions. Even one misspoken syllable and, he would have three perfect test subjects dead on their hooves. What made it harder was he couldn't hear it for himself. He had been practicing thought, and he managed to effortlessly relay the directions.

When Darkhole finished he went to his bed to get a good nights sleep. After all he had to be awake to greet his new tests.