Author's Note

This is probably pretty rough. In the morning, I'll most likely upload an edited copy. I've been barfing all night, so I really need to feel like I've accomplished something. My editor seems to be taking a well deserved break.

I wasn't going to post this, as I have too many irons in the fire already, but the damn idea kept bugging the hell out of me. Is it a good idea? I have no fucking clue. I'm not thinking clearly right now and I smashed all of this out between trips to the bathroom. It's dark, and it's probably stupid, but the idea just wouldn't shut up in my mind. So fuck it. Let's do this. This story should be done in ten chapters or so.

SPOILERS! Some bad things are gonna happen.

Chapter 1

The stone walls were vile, slimy, and slick. The bars were solid, rusty, and thick. Violetta Eventide walked in a slow circle in her cell, trying to understand how she had come here. What felt like just a little while ago, she had been a normal girl with bad grades in Canterlot High—now, she seemed to be some sort of small horse trapped in a disgusting cell. Where she had once had hands and feet, she now had hooves. She was also naked and everything felt wrong.

There was also a most peculiar stubby little spiral horn protruding out from her forehead.

Around and round she went, her hooves making dull clopping sounds against the rough, uneven stone floor. It felt strange to walk on four legs, and she had to concentrate to keep from tripping. The floor was somehow even more filthy than the walls and she did not want to fall down upon it. She had no idea how had she had come to be here. She had simply come to. She didn’t wake up, as she wasn’t sleeping, no, she just became aware that she was here.

She had been standing at the time and staring at the wall when she had become aware of it. Her past memory was of sitting in detention, fuming that her teacher had taken her cell phone. So what if she had texted in class? She had better things to do than learn about boring history.

“You no doubt have questions…”

Violetta looked up and then all around her, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. It came from above her, from below her, and all around her. Confused, terrified, she let out a whimper and froze in place.

“And I don’t care enough to listen to them. Talk all you want, scream if you so wish, I can’t hear you.” The voice paused, as if waiting, or perhaps taking a breath, then continued, “Certain things will be easier if you understand a little of what is going on, so I am going to give you a little information to think about.”

Still frozen, Violetta waited.

“You are an anomaly,” the voice said, filling the cell all around Violetta. “In your world, you’re a girl in need of a severe attitude adjustment. And that’s just the thing, you only exist in your world. In this world, you don’t have a counterpart. That happens sometimes.”

Confused, Violetta blinked.

“As you have no doubt noticed, you are a pony. A unicorn, to be exact. You, my new pet, are a very special unicorn. You have talent for magic, a gift of magical aptitude, if you will. I’ve learned to find your kind, I’ve built a bridge connecting our worlds together. You’re going to help me with a little project of mine.”

Right then and there, Violetta decided that she wasn’t helping this creep at all.

“I’ve been collecting your kind for quite some time now,” the almost bored-sounding voice continued. “There have been a number of anomalies over the years. You see, normally, there is a human counterpart to every pony and a pony counterpart to every human. I don’t know why that is, nor do I care. The two worlds exist in near balance. But every now and then, something goes wrong. Like you. You exist in the human world, but you have no pony counterpart. And if you did, you wouldn’t be very much use to me, as the princesses of Equestria keep a very close eye upon their most gifted magical talent, making it quite difficult for me to take them.”

Blinking, shivering, a sense of dread filled Violetta. She could feel eyes upon her naked body.

“I’ve been waiting for a long time to find you though. You’re very special to me. Most of the time, I find anomalies with minor magical talents. I’ve had to be very patient and wait for you to come along. My other assistant has been most uncooperative. You’ll be meeting her soon enough and you’ll find out what will happen to you if you try to resist me.”

Lifting her head, Violetta looked around her cell once more, hoping to find some clue as to where the voice was coming from. An intercom, a speaker, something. The voice just couldn’t be coming from the air, that was impossible. As for magic, she had heard some strange rumours and seen some strange things as of late, but she hadn’t paid much attention to them. Sirens? She-demons? Magic? Things had been a little weird, she hadn’t witnessed too much personally, but there had been some odd stuff going on.

Being suspended from school had its advantages. You got to avoid the weird stuff when it went down.

“Work with me and I will reward you. Gain my trust, and in time, I will make you my apprentice. I can help you gain unbelieveable power… you will soon see for yourself the power of which I speak. Serve me well, help me achieve my plans, and I will reward you. Resist me… and you will soon find out what happens if you resist me.”

Nope, Violetta didn’t like the sound of that. This guy was a creeper. He was the old guy that hung around high school, beating his dick in a rusty white van while the girls played volleyball.

“I’ve been watching you for some time. You aren’t a good girl. Not at all. So you have no reason to resist me or turn down what I have to offer due to some misguided sense of morals. A jailer golem will be by shortly. I have decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. I will be placing you in a somewhat nicer cell and you will be fed. Resist me, and you will discover that there are much worse cells than the one you are currently in.”

She shuddered when she heard these words.

“Think about what I have said and choose wisely,” the voice said, and then went silent.

Waiting, Violetta wondered if more words were forthcoming. She stood in the center of her cell, looking around, up at the ceiling, at the three walls, at the bars of the cell, wondering what else might be said. Her cell didn’t have a door. How was she supposed to be let out? There were bars, there were walls, but there was no door, none at all.

Going cross eyed, she looked up at her horn, which protruded from her head. She recalled stories that her mother had read to her about magical unicorns and fairy princesses. This had to be a bad dream, or maybe somebody had slipped her something, perhaps something in her school lunch. Was this a bad trip? That didn’t seem likely. These walls were real, and so was the smell.

This place was dank. It smelled worse than the boy’s bathroom and the boy’s locker room. It stank worse than the changing rooms for the pool at the community center. It sorta smelled like the socks that could be found beneath her brother’s bed.

She didn’t have time to think about it though, as she heard footsteps. Cautious, she approached the bars to her cell and peered out. She looked left, saw nothing, and then checked off to her right. She saw what she thought was a well-muscled department store mannequin. It was tall, solid looking, with big, beefy arms and long tree trunk like legs. It appeared to be made of hardened clay, or maybe resin. It had no face, no features, no eyes. Her mouth fell open as she wondered how it saw anything.

It stopped in front of the bars to her cell, turned, and touched them with its hand. Some of the bars slid down into the floor with a rusty screech, while others vanished up into the ceiling. Before Violetta had a chance to react, the golem grabbed her around the middle, she yelped as she was lifted, and it held her like a cat. It wasn’t cruel, but neither was it gentle. It had a firm grip and Violetta feared that it could crush her into jelly.

Legs dangling, she bounced in the arms of the strange monster called a golem. Wide eyed, she travelled down the hall, peering into the other cells. Many were empty, but some, some had captives in them. She saw eyes staring out at her, fearful eyes, hopeless eyes, she saw tiny little horses with hurt expressions. Seeing them made her heart ache in a way that her heart had never ached before.

She wondered how long it would take before her mother even realised that she was gone. Her mother might be away from home for days, weeks even, but even if her mother found out she was gone, then what? What if what her captor had said was true? That she was on another world? She was being carried down the hallway by a giant department store mannequin, so she supposed that it was possible.

Sighing, she wondered where the golem was taking her.

This cell was more of a room. Not a nice room, not a comfortable room, but a room. No bars, just a door. The walls were some kind of dingy white material, not smooth, maybe stucco? The walls were lumpy and rough textured. There was a low table in the center of the room, and a door. A very secure door. In the corner of the room, there was a hole in the floor, and it took her several long minutes before she realised that the hole was a potty-hole. In another corner, there was a pile of straw and a ratty, tattered blanket.

Overhead, there was a lamp lit by a flame and the glass base was filled with oil. Violetta was a little surprised to see something so old fashioned. The flame flickered and black smoke curled up from the burning wick. The oil did not smell pleasant as it burned.

On the low table was food. Not horse food, as Violetta had expected, but not human food either. Something in between. There were things that looked like patties of fried oatmeal, some dried out and somewhat withered fruit, some sad looking greens, and looking at it, she realised that all of the food was in a rather disgusting state. It wasn’t fresh, but neither was it rotten.

She was hungry, but not hungry enough to eat that. It was kind of gross.

The room lacked windows and she had no way of knowing if it was night or day. Her hooves ached from standing on them. At least this floor was clean enough to sit down upon, so she did. There was no television, no internet, no WhoTube, no cellphone to help pass the time. There wasn’t even a magazine with some ridiculous relationship quiz designed to prey upon all of her insecurities as a teenaged girl.

Because she didn’t know if she was being watched or not, she couldn’t even have a wank to pass the time. The plumbing back there, her plumbing, was very, very different, but she assumed that things had to work in a similar fashion, even if she currently didn’t have fingers. She felt real weird back there though. If she lifted up her tail, she could feel a cool breeze blowing across her asshole. It felt all too weird to be so naked. She wanted some clothes, as ridiculous as it might be for a tiny horse to want to wear something. She also felt as though her clit was now the size of a doorknob, and sitting down took some adjustment. It couldn’t possibly be that bad, she hoped. Right now, everything was strange and new.

She didn’t have the time to contemplate it though, as the door opened and a pony was shoved in. The door then slammed shut with a click. Violetta’s new cellmate was an eye-searing bright yellow-orange, and her mane was crimson with golden yellow streaks. She was a colourful little pony and she had a filthy blindfold over her eyes. She was also thin, far too thin, almost skeletal, as if she had been starving.

“Hi,” Violetta said in a soft, somewhat shy voice that sounded off in her own ears. Since when had she ever been shy? Maybe it was because she was naked, or her current circumstance, she didn’t know. Whatever the cause, it unnerved her just a little.

“Hello?” the strange pony replied.

“My name is Violetta Eventide. Do you want some help taking off your blindfold? I might be able to tug it off of you somehow.”

“That’s not a good idea,” the bright yellow orange pony replied.

“Why not?” Violetta tilted her head off to one side, it felt just as natural in pony form as it did in human form. It seemed that some things remained the same no matter which body you were in. The thought and the realisation were comforting.

“He took my eyes.”

With these words, Violetta’s blood ran cold and she shivered. He did what? She had trouble believing what she had just heard. She saw the pony sniffing and a bright orange tongue flicked over her lips. “He took your eyes?”

“I made him angry,” the pony replied in a voice that was a fearful whimper.

“You didn’t tell me your name.” Violetta realised that her cellmate was starving. Hungry. When had she eaten last? She could hear her cellmate’s stomach growling and her concern for her own future grew just a little.

“My name is Sunset Shimmer...”

That was strange. Violetta knew a Sunset Shimmer back in Canterlot High. Rumour had it that she turned into a she-demon. Blinking, Violetta stared at the bright orange pony. She felt a growing sense of fear and confusion.

“I am Sunset Shimmer… I am… I was... a freshman in Canterlot High School when he took me. He said… he said… he told me that there was another Sunset Shimmer in the world to replace me. He took me… he took me and he kept me and when I’m bad, he hurts me. He’ll hurt you too.”

“Do you want some food?” Violetta asked.

There was no reply from Sunset, who stumbled over to where the table was, sniffing to find her way, and then the ravenous little horse girl fell upon the food that Violetta thought was too icky to eat. Sunset tore into the meal, hardly even taking the time to chew, trying to swallow as much of the food as possible.

From where she sat on the floor, Violetta watched, realising that this might be the last somewhat decent meal she might see for a while, and she wasn’t eating any of it. But that was okay. It looked as though Sunset needed it. Violetta was used to doing without. Her mother was never home to do shopping and her brother was a pig. At least doing without helped her keep her girlish figure, which seemed to be all of the rage.

“Nopony in this place is nice enough to share,” Sunset said around a mouthful of wilted greens as she chewed and slurped. “He’s turned us into animals. He’ll do it to you too.”

Nopony? What a strange word. As for being turned into an animal, Violetta was already a tiny horse. A pony. She was a small dark blue horse with a lustrous violet mane, a match to her human self.

“Maybe, if we stick together, we can fight him.”

“No,” Sunset replied as she ate. “The only reason I am here is so that I will scare you. He wants you see that he’s blinded me. Made me obedient. It will happen to you, too. He’ll make you submissive. If we become friends, if we try to work together, he’ll turn us against one another. He’ll make us hurt each other. You’ll see.”

“He can’t make us do anything,” Violetta replied.

Swallowing, Sunset turned her blindfolded face in Violetta’s general direction, and her voice was a terrified low whisper. “Oh, but he can...”