Rendering it Null

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Natalie finds herself inside of a dark void. At least, she thinks it's a dark void. She can't even see her own body, or feel her hands and feet. Come to think of it, she can feel something like fuzz. No, fur, covering her arms, legs, and torso...

"Wait, where the 'ell are my tits!?" She yells in a panic, fondling where her breasts should have been. She notices that it's not just that she can't feel her hands, but they're gone! Replaced by something hard and rounded. "And where the 'ell are my 'ands!?"

Suddenly, light peeks in as the telltale creaking of a door reaches her new swiveling equine ears. A fish man pokes his head into the small shed. "How did you get in here?" He asks in a gruff, gravely voice. The fish man thinks to himself for a moment, before shaking his head. "Doesn't matter, you'll fetch a fine price. Work horses are quite the luxury." The fish man says with a sinister grin, reaching just above her head within that shed.

Natalie looks herself over in the light, surprised at her new form. A pitch black coat covers the entirety of her body, save for her teal mane and tail, and a cyan circle with a diagonal line on her flank. This new ass-tattoo seems to remain perfectly shaped when she tries to displace the fur around it. The sound of clinking shackles find her ears, when she quickly realizes she's just been told she's gonna be sold into slavery.

"Oh 'ell no." She bolts out of the shed, barely avoiding the fish man carrying the chains and collar.

He reaches to grab her again, earning a swift kick to the balls. Natalie bolts away, stumbling as she goes.

Soon enough, Natalie quickly realizes that she's screwed, as the only thing she finds away from the fish man's shed is a town full of weird furries. The streets seemed to have low-steampunk type decor, and numerous cages with a variety of other animals scattered about a bunch of different stalls. What's worse, there seem to be zeppelins in the sky, marked with some weird symbol consisting of two angular blue lines.

While the furries didn't seem to be actively trying to grab her, she was on her guard. Suddenly, a giant windmill fan rolls along the roofs, containing six screaming multicolored horses. Natalie quickly realizes that they're the same race as her. She attempts to chase after them, only to be pursued by what looked like armored soldiers of some kind. Suddenly, a single soldier leaps out in front of her, leaving her no time to react as she's quickly incapacitated, the void of darkness overtaking her vision in the blink of an eye.

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Natalie groggily awakens in what looks like a large bird cage, rubbing at her eyes gently with her hooves. Before she can begin to think, she hears a door slam shut, as one of the guards leaves.

"What the... Oi! Where the FUCK AM I!?" She screams out in a mix of anger and confusion.

The day hasn't been kind to her at all, already being caught moments after just escaping sudden captivity, after just waking up in her new form. Suddenly, the door opens again, as she sees a semi-tall looking, dark reddish violet member of the same horse species enters, patiently walking towards the cage. Natalie takes note of the horse's eye scar and broken horn.

"Oh thank goodness! Are you 'ere to save me from these weird furry creatures? Diggin' the scar, by the by. You look so badass!" Natalie begins, before the slightly taller horse slams a hoof on her cage, snarling.

"I'm only gonna ask this once, where are Twilight Sparkle and her friends going?" The taller, angrier horse practically spits.

Natalie shrinks back within the cage. "W-wait, you're not 'ere to get me out? Why am I locked up? Who's Twilight?"

The tall horse growls, slamming both hooves on the front of the cage this time, her face contorted in anger. "DON'T PLAY DUMB WITH ME! You know FULL-WELL who Twilight Sparkle is! You must have been a straggler from the takeover of Canterlot, and the only ones to get out were Twilight, and her group of friends! NOW SPILL IT! WHERE ARE THEY HEADING!?" She punctuates by having her broken horn crackle.

"I DON'T BLOODY KNOW YOU BITCH! ALL I REMEMBER IS WAKIN' UP IN SOME FREAKY FISH GUY'S SHED, AS A BLEEDIN' 'ORSE! WHAT THE FUCK IS A CANTERLOT!? WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!? WHERE THE FUCK AM I!? I. DON'T. FUCKING. KNOW!" Natalie screams in a rage, her front hooves glowing prominently, leaving scorch marks on the bottom of the cage.

The taller horse reels back at Natalie's outburst, surprised by the vitriolic foul language shot her way, especially from a pony.

"How can you not know!? All ponies come from Equestria! You're all supposed to be naive little ponies that believe in friendship and parties!" The taller mare yells, a panicked confusion showing in her expression.

"GET A DAMN CLUE YOU FUCKIN' NUMPTY! I DON'T 'AVE A GODDAMN IDEA WHAT THE BLOODY 'ELL IS EVEN GOIN' ON! ALL I KNOW IS THAT I'M IN A FUCKIN' CAGE!" Natalie continues her tirade, slamming the bars with her hooves from the inside, the sheer heat from her glowing front hooves causing the bars to bend ever so slightly.

Despite this, the cage still manages to siphon the majority of the magic it's being assaulted with, resulting in Natalie exhausting herself from expending her magic in such a reckless manner. She collapses, blacking out for the third time that day.

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Tempest gets back to her hooves, looking at the earth pony that just passed out from that intense outburst. Her mind racing with more questions than answers.

She touches the bent bars, confirming the bends. "She's strong, not many ponies could break these cages in any way, let alone with raw magic and brute force... She sounds like she has a Trotney accent, but she doesn't seem to know what Equestria is, and uses words I've never even heard another pony use before... If what she claims is true, then she also doesn't seem to know who Twilight Sparkle is..." She looks at the pony more closely. "Who are you?"

Tempest's train of thought is disturbed, as Grubber enters the room, holding a large, already bitten through slice of sponge cake. "Who's that? She doesn't look like any of the ones with that Twilight one." He says between bites.

Tempest looks at Grubber, regaining her stoic facade. "What do you mean? No other ponies managed to escape our takeover of Canterlot."

"No, no no. She's uh, black. And teal. We're after the purple and purple one with the wings and horn, the pink and pink one, the orange blondie with the hat, the blue one with the rainbows and wings, the white and purple horned one, and the yellow and pink one with wings. That one's not one of the ones we're looking for." Grubber points out, gesturing to Natalie's passed out form. "She also doesn't look like the little dragon they've got either, but that one's obvious."

"Now that I think about it, she really isn't one of Twilight's little friends..." Tempest thinks, furrowing her brow. "How would another pony manage to be in that market area at the same time as the others though? Aren't they all supposed to live in Equestria?"

"I mean, there's you. You're not with those other ponies. Maybe she's not with them either?" Grubber suggests with a shrug.

"That still doesn't make any sense... I DID come from Equestria originally, and I knew what it was, and what Canterlot was. Perhaps I should interrogate her with less shouting next time. I can't have her pass out in the middle of it like this again." Tempest concludes, heading for the door.

Suddenly, a loud boom rings out, as one of the guards rushes in. "Commander, we found her!"

Without missing a beat, Tempest sprints out of the room, Grubber trailing behind. "You won't be getting away this time, princess."