A Chance Encounter

Slowly, the octopus fully released her. Lyra just floated on the surface, crying and gasping through the pain shooting through her. Suddenly, she felt it grab her one last time, though this time was different... It was more forceful and violent. She suddenly felt one tentacle obstruct her airway again, another wrapping around her chest. She went into full panic mode as she felt it pulling her under again.

It pulled her further and further beneath the surface, the last rays of hope from the sun slowly getting darker and darker. She was running out of breath, and she had to make a last ditch move, anything to try and get out of this situation. She tried to focus, drawing all of her remaining energy into her horn for one last attempt at escape. She felt the magic building up in her horn as she felt her last reserves of oxygen running out.

She felt herself beginning to panic. She had to do something, anything right now or else she would undoubtedly die. She could feel tears pouring down her eyes as she thought of all of the things back home that she would miss. All of the things that she would never get to do with her life.

She felt her magic release, and immediately a strange sensation overcame her body. She could tell that she was still underwater, but for some reason, she didn't feel out of breath anymore. In fact, she was actually... breathing underwater? Her hindlegs also felt stiff, and strange to her for some reason. Her eyes shot open in terror as a sudden realization hit her.

"Please no... No, please Celestia anything but that..."

She could feel the octopus' grip go slack in shock before tightening around her abdomen again. Lyra looked down, only to see... a tail where her hindlegs should be. In her panic, she had performed a spell that would save her from drowning, but not in the way that she wanted. She had turned herself into a sea pony. Lyra looked back at the octopus in fear.

It eyed her curiously before looking at her with an almost evil smile. It brought her closer to itself as she thrashed about, trying to break out of its grasp and swim away. It eyed her body hungrily before bringing her right up to its face. Slowly, its beak started to move as the octopus addressed her.

I thought that you looked pretty before... You know, you taste pretty good for a pony. Now we'll be able to have all sorts of fun together, and I'll never. Let. You. Go.

The octopus gave her an evil smile as it continued to drag her down to its home on the ocean floor. She looked up as the sun and any hope of salvation she had completely vanished from her sight, leaving her here in the black abyss. Her screams echoed unheard through the water, marking her new start in an eternity of torture.