When the door opened, Violetta did not expect to see her captor. She thought that a golem had come to feed her. Even more surprising, he was carrying a tray of food—good food—she could smell it mere seconds after the door opened. He held it before him in the grip of his magic, something that Violetta was still trying to get used to. Even more confusing, there was a smile upon his face, a disturbing smile, and it made her feel a strong sense of unease.

The tray was set down upon the low table, but Violetta didn’t move. She remained in her bed, the only somewhat comfortable place in this room, and stared at her captor. She didn’t like his smile, not one bit.

“I came to speak with you,” he said, “in pony. Face to face. You impressed me, and that is a very rare thing.”

She blinked, but said nothing in return.

“You have far more power than I thought. You are an anomaly within an anomaly. I have been watching you for a long, long time, and while I’ve known you are special for quite some time, I had no idea how special.”

“And you waited until I was ripe, so resources wouldn’t be wasted,” Violetta said, daring to say something to her captor.

“Exactly.” The old pony gave a nod. “You understand.”

Oh, she understood alright. She thought of poor Sour Sweet, sitting on the shitter, and this old creeper leering over her. Sour Sweet was here right now. Probably in a disgusting cell, with the promise of an upgrade if she cooperated.

“Oh, I do understand,” Violetta said in calm voice, the same voice she used to talk to somebody when she wanted them to think she was an adult. “I’ve been thinking, and I’ve come to understand a number of things.”

“And those are?” her captor asked.

“Well,” Violetta began, “I have magic. In my world, I was a nobody. Here, I could be somebody. Here, I can learn. I mean, I can’t exactly walk into the public library and check out books on magic, now can I?”

Her captor raised one bushy eyebrow and his ear twitched.

Violetta figured that she needed to make her bullshit smell sweeter. “I’m stuck here. No two ways around that. I’m not stupid, as you’ve probably figured out, and there is no point making things harder on myself. If I’m going to be here, I’d rather get something out of it. I’m in no position to bargain, other than I can make things easier for the both of us.”

“Indeed.” The old pony’s brows furrowed.

“Is there something I can do to prove it to you?” Violetta asked, knowing that she was taking a reckless gamble. If he asked her to mutilate Sunset Shimmer, there was going to be a problem. But, if he asked her to scare Sour Sweet just a little, she figured that she could do that, if she had to. Just a little scaring, but not hurting. She could do what was necessary.

“As a matter of fact, there is.” Her captor looked surprised.

“Well, let’s hear it, Master.”

As she said it, she saw it. When she said the word ‘Master,’ his ears twitched and the muscles along his neck quivered. He had to like that. He got off on that. This was about power play, something she had read about in a lot of girly magazines that offered terrible relationship advice, most of it involving retail therapy and withholding sex until you got what you wanted.

She figured she could tease the old creeper along by calling him Master, if she had to. And first chance she got, she was going to smash the old pervert’s skull wide open. But first, she needed his trust. She needed to understand more of what she was capable of. She needed time.

“Eat first, my pupil, and then, when you are done, we shall have ourselves a lesson. I will send a golem to fetch you in exactly one hour. Be ready.” And with that, the old stallion turned around, stepped through the door, and left.

Violetta took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and then let it all out in a huff. What was she getting herself into? Could she save herself? Might she save others? She had no idea what she was doing, but this creeper had to be taken down. A part of her worried that with her being so powerful, that Sunset might not be needed anymore, and she feared for Sunset’s fate. She needed to find some way of protecting her, but she wasn’t sure how she was going to do it.

Getting out of bed, she dragged herself to the table, took a moment to sniff the delicious food, and then she fell upon it, ravenous in a way that only a teenage girl trapped in the body of a small, magical horse could be. As she gobbled down her food, Violetta began to plan.

When the door opened, the golem did not enter. It stood at the door and waited. Violetta, who was quite full from dinner, stared at the golem for several long seconds before she realised that she had to follow it. She wasn’t being carried, she was being escorted. She rose to her hooves, stretched in a position that she was positive made her look like a kitty cat, and then gave her tail a satisfying swish around her hind legs.

Cautious, she stepped through the door, never taking her eyes off of the golem, the freaky robot thing that had escaped from some movie set somewhere. When it took off at a walk, she followed. Walking was weird. Her body now had four legs, but what surprised her more was the fact that she didn’t have to think about it. In fact, if she tried to think about walking, she would stumble.

There was only one thing she really didn’t like about this body. Her boobs… teats? What were they called on a horse? They were now between her hind legs. Walking caused the inside of her thighs to rub against them, leading to a state of near arousal. As she walked, she was all too aware of the swish—swish—swish of her fuzzy-wuzzy thighs rubbing against her horsey boobs. How did ponies stand this? It was worse than having your nips sanded off by a rough textured tee shirt. Maybe they became desensitised to it. She hoped that it was a problem that would go away. Maybe if she was cleaner, her hair back there would be softer and less coarse.

One had to look for the good in things, and Violetta found at least one positive thing about being a pony: never again would she ever have to shave her legs or nick her clitty litter collector with a razor. That shit stung like nothing else.

When she entered the room, Violetta paused. This was the room she had been in earlier, with the strange machine and the stars on the ceiling. The zebra from earlier was in here too, he was chained to a bench. She looked around and saw no sign of their captor. The zebra was looking at her, giving her a curious stare, but he said nothing.

It was wise to say nothing aloud.

She began to move around the machine, trying to remember what it was called. If she had her cellphone, she could look it up online with a few pokes of her finger against the screen. She realised that she wasn’t as good at recalling information because of her smart phone, it did all of her thinking for her. She never had to remember anything, she could walk around in blissful ignorance and let her phone do all of the remembering for her.

For Violetta, it was a profound revelation that made her mind reel.

The zebra was staring at her, but he hadn’t tried to say anything in her mind. Was he thinking? Planning? Plotting? Saving his strength? Was he upset that she wasn’t chained to a bench? She didn’t know how to communicate with him, to tell him what she was planning. Could he read her mind?

It is called an orrery, a voice said within her mind.

Gasping, Violetta didn’t know if she should be relieved or scared. She didn’t say anything, she didn’t even turn to look at the zebra, she kept her eyes upon the strange machine as she walked around it. An orrery. She didn’t recognise the planets, the moon, or the solar system. It was different than her own. Even more strange was the fact that the sun seemed to be orbiting one of the planets.

“Ready to begin?”

Yelping, Violetta almost jumped out of her skin. She whirled around to face her captor and bit back an angry string of expletives. She stared at him, trying to will her heart to calm down—she could feel it beating in her throat at the moment. She wanted to slap him in the face, but she didn’t have hands. She did have hooves though, and all of the skill needed to smack a bitch. She kept her pimp-hand strong by smacking her brother around—sometimes.

“You wanted to prove yourself, so, here we are. Are you ready to prove yourself?”

“Sure,” she replied, “what will I be doing?”

“I’ve been delaying a little meeting, using what influence I can, with the reach I have available. However, this meeting needs to take place. You”—the old stallion paused and a twisted, wicked smile appeared upon his face—“you are going to help me influence the mind of your brother.”

“What?” Violetta had to think about keeping her mouth closed so she wouldn’t look like an idiot. She wasn’t the shiniest peanut in the turd, but she knew how to handle herself. Most of the time. Except for right now, it felt as though she was about to shit herself.

At least she wasn’t wearing pants. Getting shit out of your tail was probably no easy task though.

“The police will soon be meeting with your brother. We… the two of us and our little zebra friend here, are going to smooth over this little incident. With your magic, as powerful as it is, and my guidance, we should be able to iron out this little wrinkle.”

Violetta felt her mouth go dry.

“I’ve been smoothing things over for a long, long time now. A few hundred years, actually. It’s become a little harder with things like your cellphones and your video cameras watching over everything. I’ve had to learn to influence your technology with my magic. It wasn’t hard, not at first, but it is getting harder. I don’t know why. It seems to be focused around the Sunset Shimmer that came from this world, and her friends, but none of them are actively using magic to thwart me, and I can’t figure out what is going on.”

A faint glimmer of understanding appeared in Violetta’s very confused grey matter. She thought of all of the times that the wifi died, or her phone lost its signal, or her internet service provider went down. This asshole was responsible, this fucker, this fiend! Only the worst villains dicked around with the internet.

“I caused the witch trials in your town,” the old stallion said, his voice filled with an unmistakable pride. “I had to create an atmosphere that prevented trust. My methods weren’t as refined just yet, I made a lot of mistakes in those days, and you humans, you humans saw things that your weak, pathetic human minds weren’t ready for. The whole town banded together, trying to figure it out, and I had to turn them against one another.”

Wow, that was a dick move, Violetta thought to herself. A whole bunch of girls had been burned at the stake, crushed under doors, and dunked into the river until drowned. Even worse, everything the old fucker was saying made sense. A lot of strange stuff had happened in the town, stuff that people just dismissed and hand waved away. The town was full of crackpots and conspiracy theories.

“My control over the town is slipping though, I’ve realised that. An isolated town is easy to hold sway over, but a town connected to the world, not so much. It’s getting harder. Thankfully, I’ve figured out a cure and now, soon, I will realise my true potential. I do believe that you just might be strong enough to do what needs to be done. I will rid myself of this curse and take my rightful place, the place where I belong.”

Raising an eyebrow, Violetta thought about all of the places where this asshole belonged, the grave being primary among them. When she struck, he would curse her sudden but inevitable betrayal. “So, you want me to fuck around with my pervy brother’s mind, eh?”

“Does that bother you?” her captor asked.

“Well, the rude little fucker kept trying to watch me in the bathroom, he filmed me in the shower, uploaded it to the internet, and every night when I was home, I could hear him jerking off into his socks as he moaned my name.” As she spoke, she saw the old pony shudder in disgust. The truth was, she didn’t hate her brother that much, but she didn’t really like him either. She was also only half-lying. Her brother did try to watch her in the bathroom, he did film her in the shower once and upload it to the internet, but when he jerked off into a sock, he cried out the name of his math teacher.

“Well then, this should be easy.”

“But there is something I want…”

“Miss Eventide, while I find myself growing fond of you, you are not in a position to bargain.”

“Now now, I don’t want much,” Violetta said in a soft, almost purring voice. She saw her captor raise an eyebrow and he shifted on his hooves. “You’ve been watching me for a long, long time, right? Then you know that I’m a girl with… needs.” She breathed this last word in such a way that both her captor and the zebra shivered.

“Yes, I uh, am aware of your proclivities. You mastered the art of masturbation in plain sight by folding one leg over another and bouncing that leg up and down. Quite a clever use of the human body, if I do say so myself.”

“Good,” Violetta breathed, not sure how to look sexy in a pony body. “Give me Sunset Shimmer.” She thought of her super secret masturbation method and felt a disturbing sense of pride. She was always cumming, and going, and cumming, and going, usually on the city bus.

“What? Why?”

“I need a fucktoy.” Violetta narrowed her eyes and tried to look sultry. “I’m looking to expand my horizons. Broaden my views. If you feed me a nice dinner, then I expect a nice dessert.”

“I can get you better toys,” her captor offered.

“But Sunset has already had her spirit broken. That appeals to me. She’ll probably do everything I say. Besides, I like her. She doesn’t have any eyes and that means I can fuck with her head. Blindfolds are… sexy.”

“Kinky.” The old stallion stood there blinking, looking astonished. “Based upon your porn habits, I should have expected this. You would do well to develop your cruelty. Sunset will make for an excellent source of practice. She’s very meek, very frail.”

Violetta batted her eyelashes at her captor, and much to her surprise, she saw him inhale. He was old, but he wasn’t dead. “So, when do I get to fuck with my brother’s head, and how can I help you?”

“Right now,” the old pony replied, “oh, I can’t wait, I will be able to show you such great things. This is turning out better than I had hoped. Let us begin right away…”

Author's Note

By the end of this story, Violetta will have a cutie mark.