Prota's Journey

The years had passed. I was now entering my adolescent years. I now had stubs where my horns would grow in and my teeth were beginning to fall out and be replaced by sharper ones. This was a time of great change for me, not just physically, but I’ll get to that later. For now, know that as I began to change my relation with my “father” did as well. While I still harbored a hatred for him because of how he had treated me as a filly, he had begun to trust me more.

One day, he came up to me with an eager smile and said “you’ve come to the age where I feel that you are ready to see all of my work. Come with me and I’ll show you the lab,” I cocked my head in confusion. We were already in a lab. This was a small cabin in the woods that had several vials of chemicals and solutions stored in its cabinets. There were Bunsen burners on tables and even a few flasks that served as candle holders when the need arose.

“Not this one, the true lab,” Night Twister said as he walked over to a bookshelf. He reached for a book and went to pull it off the shelf, but just before it was off he released it and I thought for sure it would fall to the floor. Instead it stayed there, on the edge of the shelf completely solid. It didn’t look like it was going to fall anytime soon. As I puzzled over this strange phenomenon, I heard the turning of gears as the bookshelf popped out of the wall and slid to the side to reveal a small room.

“This is called an elevator,” Night Twister explained. “It allows me to travel down to the lower lab I’ve built beneath the ground. That’s where I conduct all the fun experiments!” He stepped inside and motioned for me to join him. I slowly walked over and watched as he pushed a button labeled “Lower Lab” I felt the floor drop and was worried that I’d be falling to my death. But I was still in the elevator, the floor hadn’t gone anywhere.

After about thirty seconds, the doors of the elevator opened to reveal a hallway with walls lined with cages containing various creatures. As we walked down the hall, I glanced around and saw that there were many strange pony-like creatures. There was a large bird that stood on four legs and had two cat paws as its hind legs. There were black bug ponies that hissed as we walked by. There was even a pony that seemed to have a mane like a lion and a slimmer tail. This one was screaming as every few seconds she would burst into flame.

I tried not to gag at the atrocities I witnessed as Night Twister led me through the hallway. Some were so horrifying I dare not speak of them. This was truly a hall filled with nightmares. Eventually, we came to the end of the hall where there was a large steel double door. Night Twister’s horn glowed red as he hummed a tune. When he had finished, the steel doors lit up with his magic and swung inward to reveal a pony strapped to a table.

“HELP ME! PLEASE!” the pony screamed as we entered. She looked to be about the age of Night Twister, early twenties. She lashed and struggled to break free, but she was not strong enough.

“Now, my dear,” Night Twister said to me. “This is where the fun happens, where I carve up creatures and see what they’re made of, where I alter their forms until they no longer look like what they used to,” he led me over to a table with many different surgical tools laid out on it. “Would you like to go first? We can carve her up together, have a little father-daughter bonding time,”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I felt sick and needed to get out. “No! It’s wrong” I shouted as I raced out of the room.

“Come back here, you little shit!” Night Twister yelled. “You’re pathetic. Weak! You can’t be a monster and you’ll never be a pony. You’re nothing! You hear me? NOTHING!” he kept shouting at me, but I was already taking off. I made it to the elevator and pushed the button that led me upstairs. I did my best to keep from losing my lunch. I ran through the cabin and eventually made it up to the little loft that was my bed.

I laid there crying for several hours before, finally, I fell asleep. Later that night, I woke to hear Night Twister angrily stomping around. “That little bitch is such a failure, good thing she’s just a prototype,” he said as he stomped around. “What a fool I was to think I could raise her to be a monster, but she did have the look. Perhaps next time I can make a pony that can change between looking normal and looking like a monster.” the was silence for several moments as Night Twister began rustling through the cabinets.

“Where did I put that vial? I probably left it in the lower lab. I’ll put her to sleep and start anew in the morning,” I then heard him leave and walk over to the elevator. I didn’t know what it was he was talking about, but I didn’t like the sound of it. I needed to escape and this was my chance. I grabbed a basket and stuffed as much fruit and nuts in it as I could.

I then left and ran off into the forest in the hopes that there would be a town nearby. It was just turning to summer, hopefully I could find a place to live before winter came. If not, I was going to have to survive on my own. I could do this, I could live without that bastard taking care of me. The more I thought about it, the faster I ran. I would run so far away I would never have to see his face again.