You let out a laugh as you look at yourself.
Now the colour of your fur matches your name, your fur is a deep violet and your hooves are a light lavender. Your mane and tail are a dark purple with streaks of black.
Overall you do not look like you should be in the daylight and instead be some nocturnal pony, if there was such a thing.
As you’re admiring your new body you notice that you are wearing your own saddle bags. You know they are yours because they are the same colour as your fur.
You stand up and they feel heavy so you let them drop from your back and decide to take a peek inside. Inside your saddle bags is the rest of your cake!
Your mouth begins to water but you have a better idea. You sit on the edge of the path and pull a small bag and knife out of your saddle bags. You cut up the cake making sure every piece is even before writing a message in the dust in front of you. Chocolate cake 2 bits a slice!
You look down proudly at your hard work and sit behind your cake and wait for some of the local ponies to wake up and start their day.
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You wake up with a start as three little fillies come running up to you followed by a fancy looking unicorn. Rarity
You jump up and run over to her and vigorously shake her hoof.
“Hey there, I’m Violette want some cake? It’s made by one of the finest cooks I know! Only two bits.” You add hopefully before releasing her hoof.
She just nods politely before looking at the three fillies.
“Come on girls,” she calls, “I’m sure we can find something tastier to eat then this…” she looks at you, “…Slop.”
Your shoulders droop and your grin turns into a sad frown. You lower your head and walk back to your sales spot.
“Rarity!” yells a familiar voice.
You look up and see Sweetie Belle glaring at her sister.
“Your so mean! Why would you say something to such a nice mare, and her friend probably worked really hard to make that cake! It looks like she needs the bits too, does it look like she has a cart that she brings all of her stuff in?”
Rarity takes a step back in shock. As she stares at her sister Applebloom steps up beside Sweetie.
“Rarity, tha’ wasn’ very nahce. Ah cahn’t believe ya said tha’ to ‘er! She probably jus wants ta make a livin’ and here ya are puttin’ ‘er down for no good reason.” She lectured.
Rarity looked back and forth between Applebloom and Sweetie Belle, then Scootaloo stepped up on Sweetie’s other side.
“Rarity, not cool.” She said simply before all three of them turned their backs on Rarity and walked over to you.
Each of them reached into their own saddle bags and pulled out two bits.
Applebloom put hers in your little bag then took a slice of cake. “Best way ta spend a days allowance EVER!”
Sweetie walked up next and dropped her coins in before taking her own slice of cake. “A weeks allowance gone in thirty seconds!” she laughs eating her cake.
Scootaloo sat digging through her saddle bags before giving up.
“I don’t get an allowance.” She sighed.
Your heart broke for her so you handed her the biggest piece of cake.
She looked up surprised but your only reply was a wink.
She smiled as she took the cake in one hoof then sat down next to her friends to eat her cake. Within seconds the three fillies had each eaten their slices of your cake.
"Hey Miss?” starts Sweetie Belle sitting up, “I hope you don't mind my asking but how did you get your cutie mark?” she asks, glancing expectantly at Violet. She was afraid of this. Violet turned to the side so that the Cutie Mark Cursaders could all see her cutie mark, that would be… if Violet had one. Everyone gasps in shock.
“You-You’re a blank flank?” asks Scootaloo.
“I gave up looking for my special talent ages ago.” Violet lies, head turning to the side.
Scootaloo cocks her head to the side, and Violet can almost see the lightbulb above her head. “Hey, Miss, do you have any ideas we could try out?”
“With what I’ve seen I’m surprised you guys aren’t the Cutie Mark Crusader Cake Eaters!” Violet laughs, before realizing that she's just met them in this world.
The Crusaders look at her quizzically for a moment before Applebloom speaks. “How did ya know ‘bout our club?” she asked, curiosity brimming her eyes.
“Well, the tales of three fillies who work hard all day trying to find out their special talents and earn their cutie marks have travelled very far, even to Canterlot!” Violet's starting to wonder how much she'll have to lie when it comes to knowledge of the My Little Pony cast.
“Oh, I never thought of that!” says Sweetie Belle, “That must be why you know us, because almost every unicorn I know has come from Canterlot. Well, bye Miss!” yells the foal, running back to her sister with the two Blank Flanks following.
Violet stares after Sweetie Belle confused before it hits her. The pegasister raises one hoof to her head and feel her forehead. Surely, enough she could feel a horn emerging from her head. Now her dreams of ever flying over the Everfree forest, scouting for any animals in distress to take to Fluttershy so that she could help her save animals and just be able to fly...were shattered.
Violet wanted to cry. She just want to curl up and cry. [Wh-why? Why do I have to be a unicorn? Unicorns can't fly...I... Violet looks up. seeing a wall-eyed mare walking up to your makeshift cake stand. She starts calm down. After all, she has cake to sell. [There'll be time to feel sorry for myself later.]
"Hey, Miss!" says the pony, "That cake looks really yummy! Oh, and by the way, my name's Derpy."
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY VI!!!”
“What the HELL!!! Who is in my house!?!” you yell as all of your friends jump out from behind couches and doors. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” You say as you grip your chest and dramatically lean on your brother’s shoulder.
“We realised that we were all getting too old for a surprise party,” laughs your bestie Lauren. ”…and since you’re the youngest we decided that your seventeenth would be the perfect opportunity for our last one.”
“You do realise that your ‘amazing big brother who tells you everything and is just like a perfect childhood best friend’ even managed to keep this a secret.” He says, but you know he’s just fishing for complements, so you slap him on the arm. Hard.
"Hey! Don't punch my boyfriend!" laughed Ash tugging Cody away.
“How the hell does Cody keep a secret from me, and did you guys even tell Aaron?” you giggle at the thought of your thirteen year old brother trying to keep a secret. From you. Your only reply is a very loud, combined “NOPE!”
Then Alisha jumps up from behind you, “Whatever, LETS PARTY!!!”
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“Make a wish!” shouts your lil’ bro as you blow out your candles. “It’ s the same one isn’t it?” He whispers, you just nod. Ever since you became a pegasister your birthday wish has always been to visit Equestria and your biggest dream is to go flying with Rainbow and to hang with Fluttershy. You want to fly.
You blow out your candles and you are just about to cut your cake when the front door opens, and your missing party guest arrives.
“John!” you shout as you wrap your arms around your boyfriend embracing him in a tight bear hug.
“Hey Vi, how’s your birthday goin’?”
“Where the buck were you?” you shout grinning. His hair is ridiculous, which means he tried to style it. Again. You can’t resist messing it up.
“Hey! What was that for?”
“I prefer it like that!” you laugh.
“Whatever, LET’S EAT CAKE!!!” he shouts.
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You wake up. Your head is killing you but for some reason you feel restless.
You open your eyes just to find that you are laying on the street, “What the hell? I didn’t even have any alcohol, why does my head feel so heavy?” you groan.
You go to put your hand to your head but…”WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO MY HAND?!?” you scream. Instead of your hands on the end of your arms you find hooves. A quick glance verifies that you are no longer a human but a pony and you have just woken up in the streets of ponyville.
