I-It's Just A Little Teapot... (New Version)
My name is William and this wasn’t what I expected when asked to help my friend John escort his little sister and her friend Jacob to a My Little Pony convention. I doubt anyone else did either. Not John, nor Jacob, Jackie or even Schmidt, our friend and German exchange student. It was a simple thing. Not that many of us cared. It was what Jackie and Jacob wanted.
Even as we were on the train, John and Jackie’s mother called John’s phone. Can’t say she has ever had a soft phone voice so I, as usual, overheard everything.
“You’re with Jackie, right? And her friend is there too?”
“She’s right here,” John said. “So’s Jacob.”
“Good. Remember, we’re counting on you to keep them safe.”
Jackie poked her tongue out at her brother. Apparently, she could hear her mother too.
“Mom, there’s three of us looking after two teenagers,” John said.
“And you’re all teenagers. Just don’t trust people in the heart of the city. Seen too many kids in my E.D. lately. Don’t want to see any of you there either.”
“I know,” John groaned. He bristled and tried to turn away for the next part but I still caught it over the clatter of the train carriage. “Love you, Mom.”
“Let them have some fun. Love you, Jon-Jon.”
With the press of a button, the call ended and John pocketed his phone. He turned to me with a hard glare and said, “Shut it.”
I did my best to pull an innocent expression but John kept up his glare for the final two stops. At least it wasn’t a long walk from the station. That and John had other things to worry about once we were on the sidewalk again before finally reaching the convention building.
So, here we were, two young seventeen-year-old boys, eighteen for Schmidt, of varyingly decent to excellent sports builds escorting two fourteen-year-olds to this kind of convention. I could think of worse ways to spend the weekend. Dealing with my parents for one. I pushed the thought away as I followed after John’s overly excited little sister.
Everything was pretty normal. Crowds of people milling about booths where artists and craftspeople spruiked their pictures and plushies. There was the unmistakable odour of other humans which accompanied the warmth of so many bodies in an enclosed space. It was an interesting, relatively easy-going convention, though not my cup of tea. Little did I know how profound that thought would be.
“Sich langweilen,” Schmidt murmured under his breath.
I smirked and shot back, “Ja, aber wir haben verloren.”
“Suck it up,” John said, keeping a close eye on his sister. “If you didn’t want to lose, don’t challenge me and my sister to basketball.”
I rolled my eyes and turned to watch Jacob as he seemed so interested in an artist’s stall. “Yeah, yeah.”
John clapped his hand onto my shoulder. “Just be glad you aren’t home.”
“Pfft.” I snorted then grumbled, “Not like they’d be there anyway.”
“As for you,” John said, confronting Schmidt. “We know you speak perfect English and aren’t you supposed to be experiencing a different culture?”
“Your sister doesn’t know Deutsche,” Schmidt murmured back. “And this craze is in Deutschland, too.”
He took a moment to sweep his hand as if gesturing to their surroundings while taking care not to hit other convention attendees. “I doubt it would be very different from this.”
“She’s been picking up bits and pieces since you’ve been around,” John added. “Don’t underestimate her just because she loves her sports.”
“Oh no,” I said, dramatically feigning dismay. “Our secret code is being broken.”
Schmidt laughed while John just shook his head and quickly moved to where his sister was admiring a sculpture of a deep-blue winged unicorn. Even for a horse it exuded elegance. Although not my thing, I had to admit, that artist had talent.
Later, I was leaning against a wall watching Jackie and Jacob while we waited for Schmidt and John to finish in the bathroom. They were trying to whisper back and forth but I could still hear them. Hard to whisper and be heard over such a crowd in a space like this.
“I could buy it for you,” Jackie needled. “My brother’s carrying more than enough and most of it is mine.”
Jacob cringed as he waved away the offer and did his best to change the subject by looking at the entrance to the bathrooms.
“Your brother looks bored,” said Jacob.
“Nah, he’s just tense,” said Jackie. “He’s being protective. Not like many would mess with him.”
Jacob nodded. “Yeah.”
He glanced at Jackie. “Not like you couldn’t handle yourself.”
Jackie shrugged. “I guess so, wish I could be as tall and confident as him though.”
“Confident as who?” John asked as he returned; Schmidt a few steps behind.
Jackie quickly turned her head away. “Nothing.”
All I could do was smile. John truly had no idea how much his sister looked up to him.
Before we made to leave for home, Jackie insisted that we take a picture of us all together in front of the large prop of a horse statue standing on a pedestal. Humouring her, we all took our places, huddling together as John held up his phone to capture the moment. I put on a cheesy grin. The phone flashed for its camera bright enough I was seeing spots for a moment.
There was a shout of alarm from Jacob. A sharp stab from someone’s flailing elbow caught the middle of my chest and I was sent stumbling backwards. I braced myself for impact, hoping the prop was made of cardboard and that we wouldn’t get in too much trouble if we fell into it and broke it.
The floor dropped away then I hit it with a loud ‘thwack!’. I let out a gasp as the air was driven out of me and my back screamed from slamming hard against the floor. I was glad Schmidt cursed in his native tongue so John wouldn’t snap at us for swearing in front of his sister. Though I doubt she was so innocent to not have a decent array of such words in English by now.
Sitting up, we found ourselves in the strangest of places. It looked like, and trust me, it felt like, a stone cell or cage in a dungeon from some medieval movie set. Oddly, with a mirror embedded in the ceiling above us. Considering where we had just been, maybe it was a mock set from the cartoon show. The look I saw on the faces of Jackie and Jacob, however, left me somewhat concerned. They were confused.
A shriek of metal on stone scratched at our ears and we turned in time to hear a door slam shut. It was soon followed by the steady clop of more metal on the stone floors. What strode into view left us all wondering if we had suffered concussions when we landed, for we were now confronted with a dark unicorn, clad in shining armour and a regal cape, on the other side of the bars.
Jacob and Jackie let out shocked gasps as the unicorn gave a surprisingly sinister chuckle.
“I need an army,” the dark unicorn hissed. John, Schmidt and I stared at the dark unicorn. Did it seriously just talk? “No volunteers?”
He leaned forward and sneered at us. “Very well.”
His horn erupted with a strange, bubbling violet light. Jackie was suddenly wrapped in the same light from the unicorn’s horn. He ripped her away to the other side of the cage. We all tried to dash and reach to help her, but slammed into another wall of magic, throwing us to the floor. “Ladies first!”
The dark unicorn only examined Jackie for a moment before bringing forth the simplest yet most unexpected of items in his magic. A simple, plain looking, earthenware teapot. I looked at it in confusion. No doubt, the others did too. And the dark unicorn noticed.
“It seems odd, I know,” the dark unicorn muttered. “Like the mirror which brought you here. Its power is just as deceptive as its form is mundane.”
He floated the teapot between the bars of our shared cage, across to where it hovered in front of Jackie’s face. Her teeth were bared, her eyes twitching as she tried to struggle from the magic which held her.
The dark unicorn chuckled. “Like the furless apes who came before you, struggling does nothing but entertain me.”
His gaze swept across the rest of us as we rose from the floor and tried to push and pound against the glowing barrier.
“Such a very special thing, the ponies made. Something to help newcomers to our world gain a new perspective.” The dark unicorn smiled, giving a glimpse of the fangs which had no right being in the mouth of a pony. The teapot bobbed in his magic. “As the ponies who made it would say, Spot of tea?”
The glow of magic thrust the teapot forward, forcing the spout into Jackie’s mouth. Just as quickly, the teapot tipped and we witnessed John’s little sister’s throat bulge and gulp down a mouthful from the pot.
A gasp burst from Jackie’s throat when the spout lurched free of her lips. She had little time to cough as, a moment later, her body lurched forward and her cheeks bulged as if to vomit. Her lips remained shut.
The sinister vibe I had felt emanating from this dark unicorn suddenly manifest in the sneer of his voice. “Change for me!”
We watched in horror as Jackie’s body twisted and changed. Clothing burst into shreds, replaced by wiry yet thick black and grey fur which sprouted all over her body. Her body… What had once been the slender form of a young teen girl, now bulged and rippled as muscles expanded all over, the weight of which forced Jackie onto her hands and knees.
Her hands… they no longer sported fingers. Instead, they bore the thick, split hooves of the beast she was becoming. Her head grew larger, losing its femininity to a hard, stern face as a thick set of horns sprouted from either side of her skull.
The others and I could only stare, John with tears streaming down his cheeks as he couldn’t stop what was happening to his little sister.
When the power of whatever Jackie had ingested from that seemingly innocent teapot had run its course, the remaining humans could only gawk slack-jawed at the impressively strong looking and masculine yak which now took up a third of the space in the cage on its own.
I watched as Jackie the yak gulped in breath after breath, trying to steady himself on his hooves. There was little time to come to terms with the situation before, in a flash of magic, a strange helmet appeared and, just as suddenly, it was slammed onto Jackie’s head.
Jackie only let out a deep, throaty grunt before gathering himself to stand at attention, his entire face now obscured from view.
The dark unicorn let out a chuckle. “What a brute you are. Brute you shall be! Perfect for my new army!”
Brute, the former Jackie, simply nodded his head, giving out another grunt which the face covering of the helmet distorted into a snarl.
The cage grew silent. None of us dared move. What we had just witnessed… it was as unbelievable as it was shocking.
Jackie wouldn’t be the last.
Seemingly at random, the dark unicorn would pluck one of us from our horrified huddle and force us to sip from the spout of that rapidly becoming accursed teapot.
Next went Jacob. With but a forced sip of the tea, his body began to change. Although not as spectacular in gaining girth like Jackie, Jacob was soon stripped of his human visage in what his screams told us was just as violent as what we had first witnessed.
Like Jackie, Jacob grew fur, but nowhere near as thick as that of the yak. Its strangest aspect being that the fur was tinged a greyish deep blue. Jacob was forced to his knees early in his transformation, his hips and legs twisting until he could never again take a bipedal stance. His arms altered just as quickly, his hands bunching up until they became hooves, lightly covered in the stringy hairs of fetlocks.
He screamed in agony when his nose and mouth repeatedly cracked, shifted and stretched until they jutted out into a very equine muzzle. He couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes shut from the pain when a horn, matching his coat in colour, erupted from the middle of his forehead to stand proud like that of the dark unicorn.
When Jacob’s now white hair and brand-new tail settled into place and he collapsed from the last of the changes, I felt myself trying to will him back onto his new hooves so he could use his horn on the dark unicorn to free us from this nightmare.
It was not to be.
Seconds after Jacob began to stir once more, another helmet, like the one the yak now wore, blinked into existence before being forced onto his head. When he rose from the floor, he moved to stand beside the former Jackie, his stance just as militaristic.
“Shield Breaker!”
Then came Schmidt. I closed my eyes at this point. I didn’t want to see what happened to him. He was just a foreign exchange student. He was with us because he wanted to experience our culture and we were the ones assigned to help him.
When the screaming stopped and the oddly sizzling sound of the glowing magic took its place, I opened my eyes to stare in shock at what Schmidt had become.
He was similar to what Jacob had become, in the fact that he was now some kind of pony. Other than the helmet he now wore and the gender they still shared, that was where their similarities ended. Schmidt’s new fur was charcoal grey, his mane and tail a wispy faded blonde. And from his sides stretched the purplish black leathery membrane of bat-like wings.
“Comet Streak!” The dark unicorn chuckled at the form of his latest minion. “An excellent addition.”
I pressed myself back against the wall, my eyes wide with fear. Then the magic snatched me. I was ripped away to the centre of the room. I caught a glimpse of John huddled on the floor where he had collapsed after his sister’s change. The magic squeezed even tighter, I tried to fight against it but my muscles simply couldn’t respond.
My eyes snapped to something floating in front of me. That infernal teapot.
“Just a spot of tea?”
How the dark unicorn could make such a simple, seemingly innocent question sound so sinister? It wasn’t a question I got to voice as, like with those before me, I was forced to partake of the hot liquid forcibly offered.
The change was brutal, I’ll admit it. It also wasn’t helped by the fire I felt growing from where the tea settled in my chest. I lurched forward and coughed, pressing a hand against my chest. My skin felt like it was bubbling before burning away with the heat as it spread throughout my body, leaving behind scales of emerald green; my underbelly appeared as a faded version of my outer-scales.
I grunted and screeched as my bones cracked and shifted, shrinking yet strengthening as my body adjusted to the whims of the magic liquid from that accursed teapot. It was during this change that I could hear my voice altering. What maturity it once held was stripped away, leaving behind the softer nature of that of a child or a teenage girl.
The changes weren’t quite through as I hit the floor, arching my back as twin pricks of pain ripped free from my back just beneath my shoulders. A third spot wrenched forth from above my rear end, shredding what little of my jeans still clung to my hips.
As my hair disappeared from view and the pain of the changes subsided, I could still feel the heat of the tea I’d ingested as it roiled within my very blood. One thing I knew, even before I could fully adjust to my new state of being, my human self was no more.
In its place, squatting on one clawed hand and scaly knee was a rather short dragon. My chest still heaving from the sudden and violent change, I let out several gasps and jumped a little as they erupted in small bouts of flame.
A sinister grin cracked across the muzzle of the dark unicorn. “Such a prize! My Cremator!”
I had barely a chance to look up when the unicorn’s magic snatched hold of me again, keeping my body so still I don’t doubt I appeared to be a green, scaled statue. With another flash of magic, a helmet appeared. This one designed not to impede the mouth. No doubt this crazy horse wanted me free to breathe more fire.
My pupils shrank with horror before the top half of my reptilian head disappeared within the helmet. As with Jacob, Schmidt and Jackie, once the helmet was in place, the magical aura holding the latest victim vanished. It was no longer needed. The moment the helmet was in place, I felt my desires, those long-held ones of my human self, along with the new draconic ones bubbling within me, swamped by the will of the helmet.
I rose somewhat mechanically from the floor. Even with the helmet in place, this body was new and would take a bit of adjusting to. Not that it would matter, soon I would be flying at the command of a King. He never gave his name but I already knew it, the helmet had leeched it into my brain.
“Long live Lord Sombra!” I declared, my new feminine voice twisting into a menacing growl. I stood steadfast, dutifully awaiting my King’s first orders.
The last human whimpered nearby. I gave him only the barest of glances through the eye-slits of my helmet. In moments he would learn, in moments he would know the loyalty we all now shared. All thanks to a little spot of tea…
Would you care to try some?
Author's Note
I finally got the inspiration to adjust this piece.
Special thanks to MosAnted for reviewing the new sections almost moments after each was written.
Translations:
Sich langweilen – Getting bored.
Ja, aber wir haben verloren – Yes, but we lost.
I-It's Just A Little Teapot... (Old Version)
My name is William and this wasn’t what I expected when asked to help my friend John escort his little sister and her friend Jacob to a My Little Pony convention. I doubt anyone else did either. Not John, nor Jacob, Jackie or even Schmidt the German exchange student. It was a simple thing. Not that many of us cared. It was what Jackie and Jacob wanted.
Everything was pretty normal. Crowds of people milling about booths where artists and craftspeople spruiked their pictures and plushies. There was the unmistakable odour of other humans which accompanied the warmth of so many bodies in an enclosed space. It was an interesting, relatively easy-going convention, though not my cup of tea. Little did I know how profound that thought would be.
Before we made to leave for home, Jackie insisted that we take a picture of us all together in front of the large prop of a horse statue standing on a pedestal. Humouring her, we all took our places, huddling together as John held up his phone to capture the moment. I put on a cheesy grin. The phone flashed for its camera bright enough I was seeing spots for a moment.
There was a shout of alarm from Jacob. A sharp stab from someone’s flailing elbow caught the middle of my chest and I was sent stumbling backwards. I braced myself for impact, hoping the prop was made of cardboard and that we wouldn’t get in too much trouble if we fell into it and broke it.
The floor dropped away then I hit it with a loud ‘thwack!’. I let out a gasp as the air was driven out of me and my back screamed from slamming hard against the floor. I was glad Schmidt cursed in his native tongue so John wouldn’t snap at us for swearing in front of his sister. Though I doubt she was so innocent to not have a decent array of such words in English by now.
Sitting up, we found ourselves in the strangest of places. It looked like, and trust me, it felt like, a stone cell or cage in some dungeon from some medieval movie set. Oddly, with a mirror embedded in the ceiling above us. Considering where we had just been, maybe it was a mock set from the cartoon show. The look I saw on the faces of Jackie and Jacob, however, left me somewhat concerned. They were confused.
A shriek of metal on stone scratched at our ears and we turned in time to hear a door slam shut. It was soon followed by the steady clop of more metal on the stone floors. What strode into view left us all wondering if we had suffered concussions when we landed, for we were now confronted with a dark unicorn, clad in shining armour and a regal cape, on the other side of the bars.
Jacob and Jackie let out shocked gasps as the unicorn gave a surprisingly sinister chuckle.
“I need an army,” the dark unicorn hissed. John, Schmidt and I stared at the dark unicorn. Did it seriously just talk? “No volunteers?”
He leaned forward and sneered at us. “Very well.”
His horn erupted with a strange, bubbling violet light. Jackie was suddenly wrapped in the same light from the unicorn’s horn. He ripped her away to the other side of the cage. We all tried to dash and reach to help her, but slammed into another wall of magic, throwing us to the floor. “Ladies first!”
The dark unicorn only examined Jackie for a moment before bringing forth the simplest yet most unexpected of items in his magic. A simple, plain looking, earthenware teapot. I looked at it in confusion. No doubt, the others did too. And the dark unicorn noticed.
“It seems odd, I know,” the dark unicorn muttered. “Like the mirror which brought you here. Its power is just as deceptive as its form is mundane.”
He floated the teapot between the bars of our shared cage, across to where it hovered in front of Jackie’s face. Her teeth were bared, her eyes twitching as she tried to struggle from the magic which held her.
The dark unicorn chuckled. “Like the furless apes who came before you, struggling does nothing but entertain me.”
His gaze swept across the rest of us as we rose from the floor and tried to push and pound against the glowing barrier.
“Such a very special thing, the ponies made. Something to help newcomers to our world gain a new perspective.” The dark unicorn smiled, giving a glimpse of the fangs which had no right being in the mouth of a pony. The teapot bobbed in his magic. “As the ponies who made it would say, Spot of tea?”
The glow of magic thrust the teapot forward, forcing the spout into Jackie’s mouth. Just as quickly, the teapot tipped and we witnessed John’s little sister’s throat bulge and gulp down a mouthful from the pot.
A gasp burst from Jackie’s throat when the spout lurched free of her lips. She had little time to cough as, a moment later, her body lurched forward and her cheeks bulged as if to vomit. Her lips remained shut.
The sinister vibe I had felt emanating from this dark unicorn suddenly manifest in the sneer of his voice. “Change for me!”
We watched in horror as Jackie’s body twisted and changed. Clothing burst into shreds, replaced by wiry yet thick black and grey fur which sprouted all over her body. Her body… What had once been the slender form of a young teen girl, now bulged and rippled as muscles expanded all over, the weight of which forced Jackie onto her hands and knees.
Her hands… they no longer sported fingers. Instead, they bore the thick, split hooves of the beast she was becoming. Her head grew larger, losing its femininity to a hard, stern face as a thick set of horns sprouted from either side of her skull.
The others and I could only stare, John with tears streaming down his cheeks as he couldn’t stop what was happening to his little sister.
When the power of whatever Jackie had ingested from that seemingly innocent teapot had run its course, the remaining humans could only gawk slack-jawed at the impressively strong looking and masculine yak which now took up a third of the space in the cage on its own.
I watched as Jackie the yak gulped in breath after breath, trying to steady himself on his hooves. There was little time to come to terms with the situation before, in a flash of magic, a strange helmet appeared and, just as suddenly, it was slammed onto Jackie’s head.
Jackie only let out a deep, throaty grunt before gathering himself to stand at attention, his entire face now obscured from view.
The dark unicorn let out a chuckle. “What a brute you are. Brute you shall be! Perfect for my new army!”
Brute, the former Jackie, simply nodded his head, giving out another grunt which the face covering of the helmet distorted into a snarl.
The cage grew silent. None of us dared move. What we had just witnessed… it was as unbelievable as it was shocking.
Jackie wouldn’t be the last.
Seemingly at random, the dark unicorn would pluck one of us from our horrified huddle and force us to sip from the spout of that rapidly becoming accursed teapot.
Next went Jacob. With but a forced sip of the tea, his body began to change. Although not as spectacular in gaining girth like Jackie, Jacob was soon stripped of his human visage in what his screams told us was just as violent as what we had first witnessed.
Like Jackie, Jacob grew fur, but nowhere near as thick as that of the yak. Its strangest aspect being that the fur was tinged a greyish deep blue. Jacob was forced to his knees early in his transformation, his hips and legs twisting until he could never again take a bipedal stance. His arms altered just as quickly, his hands bunching up until they became hooves, lightly covered in the stringy hairs of fetlocks.
He screamed in agony when his nose and mouth repeatedly cracked, shifted and stretched until they jutted out into a very equine muzzle. He couldn’t help but squeeze his eyes shut from the pain when a horn, matching his coat in colour, erupted from the middle of his forehead to stand proud like that of the dark unicorn.
When Jacob’s now white hair and brand-new tail settled into place and he collapsed from the last of the changes, I felt myself trying to will him back onto his new hooves so he could use his horn on the dark unicorn to free us from this nightmare.
It was not to be.
Seconds after Jacob began to stir once more, another helmet, like the one the yak now wore, blinked into existence before being forced onto his head. When he rose from the floor, he moved to stand beside the former Jackie, his stance just as militaristic.
“Shield Breaker!”
Then came Schmidt. I closed my eyes at this point. I didn’t want to see what happened to him. He was just a foreign exchange student. He was with us because he wanted to experience our culture and we were the ones assigned to help him.
When the screaming stopped and the oddly sizzling sound of the glowing magic took its place, I opened my eyes to stare in shock at what Schmidt had become.
He was similar to what Jacob had become, in the fact that he was now some kind of pony. Other than the helmet he now wore and the gender they still shared, that was where their similarities ended. Schmidt’s new fur was charcoal grey, his mane and tail a wispy faded blonde. And from his sides stretched the purplish black leather of bat-like wings.
“Comet Streak!” The dark unicorn chuckled at the form of his latest minion. “An excellent addition.”
I pressed myself back against the wall, my eyes wide with fear. Then the magic snatched me. I was ripped away to the centre of the room. I caught a glimpse of John huddled on the floor where he had collapsed after his sister’s change. The magic squeezed even tighter, I tried to fight against it but my muscles simply couldn’t respond.
My eyes snapped to something floating in front of me. That infernal teapot.
“Just a spot of tea?”
How the dark unicorn could make such a simple, seemingly innocent question sound so sinister? It wasn’t a question I got to voice as, like with those before me, I was forced to partake of the hot liquid forcibly offered.
The change was brutal, I’ll admit it. It also wasn’t helped by the fire I felt growing from where the tea settled in my chest. I lurched forward and coughed, pressing a hand against my chest. My skin felt like it was bubbling before burning away with the heat as it spread throughout my body, leaving behind scales of emerald green; my underbelly appeared as a faded version of my outer-scales.
I grunted and screeched as my bones cracked and shifted, shrinking yet strengthening as my body adjusted to the whims of the magic liquid from that accursed teapot. It was during this change that I could hear my voice altering. What maturity it once held was stripped away, leaving behind the softer nature of that of a child or a teenage girl.
The changes weren’t quite through as I hit the floor, arching my back as twin pricks of pain ripped free from my back just beneath my shoulders. A third spot wrenched forth from above my rear end, shredding what little of my jeans still clung to my hips.
As my hair disappeared from view and the pain of the changes subsided, I could still feel the heat of the tea I’d ingested as it roiled within my very blood. One thing I knew, even before I could fully adjust to my new state of being, my human self was no more.
In its place, squatting on one clawed hand and scaly knee was a rather short dragon. My chest still heaving from the sudden and violent change, I let out several gasps and jumped a little as they erupted in small bouts of flame.
A sinister grin cracked across the muzzle of the dark unicorn. “Such a prize! My Cremator!”
I had barely a chance to look up when the unicorn’s magic snatched hold of me again, holding my body so still I don’t doubt I appeared to be a green, scaled statue. With another flash of magic, a helmet appeared. This one designed not to impede the mouth. No doubt this crazy horse wanted me free to breathe more fire.
My pupils shrank with horror before the top half of my reptilian head disappeared within the helmet. As with Jacob, Schmidt and Jackie, once the helmet was in place, the magical aura holding the latest victim vanished. It was no longer needed. The moment the helmet was in place, I felt my desires, those long-held ones of my human self, along with the new draconic ones bubbling within me, swamped by the will of the helmet.
I rose somewhat mechanically from the floor. Even with the helmet in place, this body was new and would take a bit of adjusting to. Not that it would matter, soon I would be flying at the command of a King. He never gave his name but I already knew it, the helmet had leeched it into my brain.
“Long live Lord Sombra!” I declared, my new feminine voice twisting into a menacing growl. I stood steadfast, dutifully awaiting my King’s first orders.
The last human whimpered nearby. I gave him only the barest of glances through the eye-slits of my helmet. In moments he would learn, in moments he would know the loyalty we all now shared. All thanks to a little spot of tea…
Would you care to try some?
Author's Note
Don't know how I did this with a headache and while tired.
Anything to blame for this? Not really. The idea for the teapot came while reading The Return of Sunset. While reading the moment where Celestia teleports a tea set and many different flavours of tea, I thought, "Why can't the teapot produce whatever flavour the person/pony wants while only putting water in the pot?" This just took it to a little darker place thanks to reading Princess Is Sad? Boop The Snoot and making me think of so many Human in Equestria transformation stories.
Why choose King Sombra when Discord would more suit the random nature of the teapot? Simply, I struggle to find the sinister nature in Discord and it didn't quite fit the other villains.
Why wasn't Keepers of the Crag my next story posting? Like From the Diary of Close Call, this was just a random spur of the moment thing.
~~I would absolutely love to write more stories from Cremator's point of view, especially if she and her friends are somehow released from Sombra's control, but I have no idea what they would be.~~ Yeah, this spawned something I really didn't expect but have been absolutely loving writing.
Anyone wanting to use this world for other stories can do so, just link to and credit this story. It is all I ask.
