The laughter was almost too much. Violetta, who had not recovered from her ordeal, wished that her captor’s maniacal laughter would end. He laughed, and he laughed, and he wheezed, and he coughed, and he kept laughing. It was a mad, terrible laughter that had the same effect as fingernails upon a chalkboard.

“So much power,” he wheezed, clutching at himself with a frail looking foreleg. He whooped, coughed, and then chortled as a wet, rattling sound could be heard within his chest. His whole body shook, he trembled, and his eyes bulged in their sockets.

Violetta had fallen over onto the floor and she remained where she fell. Her head ached and her horn hurt. She didn’t know how a horn could hurt, but then again, she didn’t know what her horn was made of, or even what it did, other than squirt out magic like it was frosting. It was like having a stubby little dick on your head, but that analogy scared her because that meant she had balls for brains.

“I can’t believe my good fortune,” the old pony said, struggling to speak, but still chuckling. “With you, I won’t need the others. No more waiting. No more watching. No more torture… I’ll be able to finish what I started so long ago.”

Head throbbing, Violetta had the presence of mind to know that her captor was in a good mood, a condition that could be exploited. She had seen enough movies and read enough books, so she had an idea of how things should be. It wasn’t monologuing, but getting him to spill his guts might lead to something useful.

“What happened?” she asked.

Much to her surprise, her captor stopped laughing. She could hear his raspy breathing. She lay on the floor, unmoving, wondering if she had made him angry, if he would respond, and she was a little fearful of what might happen next. What if he went batshit crazy and decided to torture her again?”

“A long time ago, a very long time ago, I was a little colt and I was taken away from my home to become the student of Princess Celestia, ruler of Equestria.” The old stallion’s voice held a surprising vulnerability and emotion, he spoke in a near whisper, as if in pain. “She was my teacher. I thought she was the most perfect, most beautiful pony in all of existence. Every morning, I would stand near her hooves as she raised the sun and lowered the moon.”

What? Violetta lay there blinking, but she said nothing.

“She taught me magic.” The old pony settled back against the cushions of his chair and stared up at the twinkling stars upon the ceiling. His breathing was still troubled, it was wet and bubbly sounding, and his voice popped liked soda fizzed. “She was my teacher, she raised me, she taught me everything, and I served her.”

“What happened?” Violetta asked.

“I grew up. I gained power. I struck down her foes. I destroyed the enemies of Equestria. I was her most dedicated and devoted servant. I did everything that she asked of me, without question, always obeying, I never failed her.” The old pony shook his head and blinked his dried out, withered, sunken eyes a few times. “I wanted to be like her. I wanted to be how she was. She told me that was prideful of me… her words enraged me, but still I followed her. I loved her, I suppose.”

Staring up at the ceiling, Violetta checked to see if she had any pity for this fool. Nope. None to be found. But she didn’t say anything. He was spilling his guts and she was certain that there was something to be learned from all of this.

“I sought to find a way to make myself like her, to have her power. I thought that maybe, she was testing me. She did that a lot, testing me. Sometimes, she would leave me to figure out something on my own, with no help, and she would make herself distant to me until I figured it out. I threw myself into my studies, I threw myself at our enemies, I was determined to prove myself worthy. I wanted to rule at her side… I just had to prove myself worthy, or so I thought.”

This fool had to be lonesome. None of his captives wanted to talk to him, no doubt, and Violetta figured that her interest in him had probably ignited some spark of hope in whatever remained of the shitstain that he called a soul.

“When I tried to make myself like her, when I tried to take my rightful place at her side, not as her student, but as her equal, she cut me down. She turned on me… I learned her terrible secret, she was selfish, she was hateful, she did not want to share her power. She wanted me as a slave, as a foolish lovesick stallion that worshipped her. She did not want me as her equal. We battled and it was terrible. Most of the city of Canterlot was leveled.”

Violetta felt her ears perk. The old creeper sounded sad and regretful. Sorrowful even.

“She tried to kill me… when she could not, she cursed me. I don’t know what she did, but I cannot step out into the sunlight, not in this world. It burns me… she burns me. I managed to escape her, but I could not escape her sun. Everywhere that it shines, so is she, and she burns me.”

Serves you right, Violetta thought to herself.

“But now that you are here, I can put an end to the curse and I will be able to take my rightful place. I will become like her… and I have learned one final lesson from my former teacher.”

“And what’s that?” Violetta asked.

“I will not be selfish with my power,” the old pony replied. “I do remember that painful lesson quite well. I will remember to reward those who faithfully serve me and I will not deny them their proper place at my side, as my equal.” The old pony’s voice was a hissy, phlegmy whisper that was chock full of hate and regret. “I will show her the errors of her arrogance!”

Much to her surprise, Violetta thought that her captor sounded rather sincere. But he also sounded insane. So, this is what madness sounded like.

“I must begin preparations at once. You are far more powerful than I imagined. You are very much like myself when I was young and had all of my strength. I have enough souls to draw from, enough magic to tap into. I will ascend to my rightful position.” The old pony leaned forwards and looked down at Violetta, who lay upon the floor. “If you aid me, you will have power beyond imagining. In time, I will make you like me, after I ascend. We’ll need to gather more, we’ll need to harvest more souls, but it will be easy. I might even be able to finally pull Celestia or Luna from the other side into this world, and draw upon them. If I can get ahold of one of their souls…” His words trailed off into something that was almost a hiss.

Principal Celestia? Vice Principal Luna? What did they have to do with this?

“With your help, I could claim one of those souls, and then to reward you, I could give you the other. Between us, we would have enough magic, enough power, that we could challenge the Sisters, this world’s Celestia and Luna.”

Violetta had no clue what was being said, or what was going on.

“I would gladly give you the night, as you seemed attuned to it.” The old pony slumped down in his chair and let out a weary sounding sigh that burbled in his throat. “Once we have this world, once there is enough power to rend the veil, I think I can use the star bridge to allow magic to flow into the other world. Not just a little trickle, but a flood. Nothing would be able to stop us there.”

Ears perking, Violetta looked up at her captor with wide eyes.

“I would gladly give you that world if you help me take this one. You could have that silly phone thing that you love so much. You could rule that world as you see fit. It could be yours, if you wanted it. I’ve learned a valuable lesson about keeping somepony from their rightful place… help me and I will treat you as an equal.”

“I would rather be your equal than your captive,” Violetta said in a low voice. “But I suppose I need to earn your trust.”

“Yes, of course,” her captor replied. “But there is no need for you to suffer needlessly while we learn to trust one another. It is a matter of give and take. I want you to trust me, and I… I…”—the old pony’s voice faltered and cracked—“I want to be able to trust somepony again. I want to reclaim what I have lost. It is nice to be able to talk to somepony again that doesn’t openly despise me.”

“Yes, of course, Master.” As she said the word, she saw it again. His whole body twitched. “I understand what it means to be misunderstood.”

“I suppose you do,” the old pony replied. “I felt that in your mind, earlier. You… you just wanted to be respected for what you are. I could give you that.” He looked at Violetta with a tired, gentle expression that could be mistaken for affection.

Violetta found herself agreeing with her captor. She did. She wanted acceptance. She wanted tolerance for who, and what, she was. She wanted freedom and enough open space to figure out all of her quirks without people like her mother or some of her fellow students holding her back, the harassment, the guilt, the shame… a tiny flickering flame of resentful rage blazed within her breast.

“I must begin preparations. There is much to do. A golem will escort you back to your quarters. It is time… for both of us, it is time. I will not repeat the mistakes of my former teacher.” The old stallion hung his head. “Soon, she and I will meet again, but this time, as equals.”

As she lay on the floor, Violetta heard the faint thump-thump of golem feet. Staring up at the ceiling, she thought about what it might be like to have an entire world of her own. Could she make it a perfect place? What might she do with an entire world? She thought about the intoxicating feeling of power that she had enjoyed just a little while ago. Rolling over, she rose to her hooves, waiting for the golem to arrive.

Something was off. Violetta wasn’t being escorted back to her cell. She followed the golem as it walked down a narrow hallway. The hallway was dark, a little dusty, and there were no windows of any sort. The golem stopped, turned, and opened up a door. It then stepped aside and waited.

Lifting her head, Violetta walked into her new room. This wasn’t a cell. No, this place, it was nice. Okay, there were no windows, but she understood why. The old fart would burst into flames if exposed to the sun. The door closed and bumped up against her backside as she stood there, staring, taking in the room in its entirety.

There was a comfortable looking bed, with pillows, real pillows, and a nice looking quilt. There was a fireplace! With a burning fire even. There was a big copper something or other in the corner of the room and she realised that it was a bathtub after she stared at it for several minutes. There was a low table with cushions on the floor around it. There was a bookshelf, complete with books.

This place was swanky.

She might still be in prison, but this was an upgrade. If she cooperated, an even better room might await her. If she cooperated… Violetta stood there, trying to take it all in. Everything that had happened, her current situation, the new knowledge of her captor. She didn’t know what to do.

The door opened, startling her, and she scooted away. A golem moved into view, and a second later, Sunset Shimmer was set down upon the floor. The golem turned, stepped out of the room, and shut the door, leaving both Violetta and Sunset alone together.

“What’s going on?” Sunset asked in a fearful voice.

Violetta hurried over to Sunset, pressed her lips against Sunset’s ear, and then tried not to giggle as something fuzzy quivered against her lips. She could feel Sunset trembling against her and she dropped her voice to a low, low whisper, then said, “Just trust me, and play along, okay?”

Sunset nodded her head, but said nothing.

“Our Master has given you to me as my new plaything. You’re my new fucktoy, you got that?” Violetta almost coughed as she choked back a laugh. In front of her, Sunset was frozen in place and she had to nudge her new roommate to get her to respond. “I made a bargain with the Master. He was very pleased. You’re mine now.”

Sunset let out a whimper. “What do you want from me?”

“Bitch, I’m gonna fistfuck your horsepussy!”

Violetta realised that she might have gone too far. Sunset was shaking now, biting her lip, and fighting to keep from laughing. She made a sound, an almost choking sound that sounded like a laugh, and then Sunset collapsed into some very convincing crying sounds.

“That’s right, Bitch! I want you to cry while you lick my fart-hole! I’m gonna leave a taste of something nasty on your tongue!” Violetta clamped her mouth shut, but some of her laughter slipped out through her nose as little snorts.

The blindfolded Sunset Shimmer trembled, shaking as she continued to make very realistic weeping sounds, and she made little whimpering noises. She leaned up against Violetta, shaking, and pressed her lips together to hold everything in.

“But not tonight, Bitch. Mamacita is tired.” Wondering if her captor was listening, Violetta continued to pile on the abuse. “Damn, Bitch, you is a stank-ass ho! You need a bath! You need to wash that stank-ass horsepussy of yours! You’re stinking up the room, Bitch!”

“Sorry,” Sunset yelped in a most convincing way.

“Wash your ass!” Violetta snapped.

“Right away,” Sunset replied in a very meek sounding voice.

“Don’t fucking talk to me unless I tell you to, Stank-Ass Bitch! And don’t you dare act all defiant. I will fucking drown you, Bitch! I will hold your head down in the water and fistfuck your funny looking horsie asshole!”

Sunset broke down and began weeping. It was all very convincing and Violetta herded her over to the bathtub. She saw a few simple levers connected to some pipes. One of the levers had a flame symbol on it, the other had a snowflake. One lever opened and closed the drain. Her ears perked as she heard something that was almost a giggle from Sunset. That wouldn’t do. One giggle at the wrong time could mess everything up.

Left with no other option, Violetta clamped her teeth down upon the soft, tender flesh near Sunset’s ribs, and Sunset let out a startled shriek of pain that almost echoed through the room. She felt bad for actually hurting Sunset, but at least there were no more giggles. That shit had to be contained.

Spitting, she tried to get the foul taste of filthy pony out of her mouth.

Author's Note

Is anybody even reading? I'm a little bit worried. I understand that this isn't everyone's cup of tentacles. But I am curious.