The Cursed Little Doll: the Second Chance

by Kentavritsa

Rating: everyone
Tags: Random, Twilight Sparkle, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Human, Other, Original Character
Length: 3228

A girl is given a toy, a pony doll; marked : Pinkie Pie.    A stern warning is given: Requires a muffin each day.    Explanation: Because Cup-Cake!    Who knew, a little toy could be such a serious business?

A girl is given a pink toy pony.    She is known, as Pinkie Pie.

The girl is happy, looking forwards to endless hours of play and fun.

Only this toy comes with a stern warning; instructing the owner to give the pony a Muffin each day.

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Title: The Cursed Little Doll: the Second Chance
Illustrated by: N/A
Written by: Kentavritsa
Edited by: Kentavritsa
Re-edited by: ???
Comments: Appreciated
Status: Incomplete
Rating: Everyone
Puns: Intended
Password: Because; Pup Cake

Ps: I may change the tags as the story develops, just as I may have to adjust the description and summary.

The given reason: Because Cupcake.    Cryptic and sinister as it may be, but what are the consequences?

She had failed to deliver the Muffin, the Warning had required out of her. The cost had been exacted upon her, most vicsiously and cruely.

This is the tale, of what is to become of her. How will she make it? Where will she go? What is she even going to be? All she knows now, is her name: Cytryna.

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Published 2024-06-10 02:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-06-19 05:09:46 UTC

Prologue: 1

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A New Beginning -

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In my last Dream, I am living through the experience ending my life.

I see her jumping up into the air, with a horrible grin plastered onto her face; only for her to land squarely on my chest, with all four of her hooves on my chest.

As her hooves are hitting my chest, I feel the full fours of her weight, as her hooves hit me; breaking my ribs, thus stabbing me with the crystal clear pain. It is the end, and my Consciousness soon to leave me.

In the end of the dream, I wake up; still in pain, as I am bleeding to death. I look up, seeking her gaze with my eyes as I slowly loose my consciousness to what is ending my life.

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I had seen the light go out, as I gave up my futile struggle against death itself; only for the room to flood with a blinding bright light.

For a moment, I imagine still feeling the pain I had been suffering from, as I was winked out. Only now, I can feel nothing. I feel exactly Nothing.

It isn’t that I am numb from what had befallen upon me. I just feel nothing; because there is nothing, to feel.

There is nothing to feel; because I have no body, with which to feel. The girl owning that body is dead. Lying lifeless in her own blood still flowing from the wounds she had sustained.

What I have, is a Name; “Cytryna” I ponder; “it is, who I was, and it still is my name!” I remember.

I still do remember my Name, my life; even if I may wish, I could have forgotten the later of the two. Well, maybe there are things I would not mind remembering; but you can’t just Pick and Choose, you either keep it all or loose everything.

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From within the blinding light, I hear Hoof steps; as if there is a Horse, trotting over the floor. She is approaching me. (or, at least; I am assuming this Horse is a Female.. but who knows)

As the light finally starts to recede, unless it is just that I am getting used to the brightness; there is a purple blob moving towards me, the brightness of the blob slowly increasing in brilliance until it almost overpowers the light around me entirely.

I am confused. What is happening (to me). Where am I? All assuming; that concept is even Valid, in this situation.

“Greetings, little one!” the voice pronounces, as she is addressing me. (I am in the presence of a Deity)

“The voice sounds female, so maybe the initial assumption had been correct, after all!” I ponder.

“I am Twilight..” she presents herself.

“What an ominous presentation!” I ponder, shivering in fear, even after I had already lost everything; my life, my body, my friends and probably even my name.

If I had had a body, right now; I would have been shivering, but I currently has none. Maybe, just maybe; that is for the better, lest I may insult her.

“I am here, in the role of overseeing your Ascension, your rebirth into a new world!” she explains.

“So, I died?” I inquire; “Everything I had ever been, everything I was ever supposed to become; gone, forever lost?” I weep, still shivering.

“I am sorry, Cytryna; I do not have Dominion over your past life, in the world you have been forced to leave; I have Dominion over the Rebirth to the new world, where you are about to be reborn!” she responds.

“If she is addressing me by my old, original name: Cytryna; maybe all is not yet lost, and I still do have a chance!” I ponder, still shivering.

“Going by your Name, you should be a bright Yellow!” Twilight pronounces.

“Oh?” I inquire; “If she knows what my name means, maybe I am safe, after all?” I ponder; “or, I am even worse off, than I could possibly have been imagining!” I conclude.

“Your Mane and Tail would be a deep, dark and luscious green!” she explains. (my hair is green)

“At least, these colours would not clash!” I ponder.

“Mane and tail?” I inquire.

“Yes, but of course, Cytryna!” Twilight explains; “Your hair, as it were!” she elaborates.

“But.. but.. but..” I sputter; “but, why would I have a tail?” I inquire.

“Because you would look strange, if you did not have a Tail” she points out; “Ponies would see you as disabled, handicapped; if you did not have a Tail” she points out.

“Ponies?” I inquire.

“Yes, my little one; Ponies, this is Equestria you are arriving to!” she points out.

Twilight takes a step forwards and I can finally see her features clearly; I had taken her for a Horse at first, but I guess these features are the features of a Pony. A Unicorn, to be exact.

I find her Quite Majestic, even despite her inherent cuteness.

I almost snicker, but manage to stop myself in time; before I am angering, insulting the mighty Deity before me. I do not want to, and I do not dare to try her patience with a mere Whimper such as myself

If only I had realized; Pinkie Pie is just as Powerful and dangerous, in her own right. Just in very different ways. She may look small, like an insignificant Earth pony; but she possesses powers, abilities like no other.

Even if Pinkie Pie had been Possessed at the time; and Twilight sparkle is a living Deity before me.

“I will offer you a Choice..” Twilight points out; “Would you prefer to be an Earth Pony, with power over the Earth..” she offers; “a Pegasus, with Minion over the Weather and ability to fly..” she suggest; “or would you prefer to become a Unicorn, with control over the very Eather around us?” she concludes.

I just sputter, as if her words had broken my Core.

“What is a little filly to say..” I ponder; “when offered such boons from the Deity before her??” I conclude.

“Would you prefer to make your living as a Farmer, or become a Gardener?” she inquires.

“Would you prefer to soar in the sky, living wild and free and possibly touch the clouds?” she inquires.

“Would you prefer to touch the very Fabric of the Reality around you?” she inquires.

I sputter even more wildly, as my thoughts spin like crazy in a whirlwind.

“Why does this sound like such a Faustian deal?” I finally whimper.

“That does not mean, what you think it means here!” Twilight points out.

“Wait, what?” I screach.

“Faust is the Creator of the world we are living on!” she points out.

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She is placing three Mirrors before me. Just like with the three spirits of that Holiday. Seasons past, season present, and season future.

I can see myself as a Farmer and Gardener, as I am focusing on the first Mirror.

I can see myself, flexing my wings, as I am focusing on the second Mirror. Just that I can’t quite see myself in the role of managing weather or flying.

I see myself as a Unicorn, as I am focusing on the third Mirror. I can manipulate my surroundings, casting spells. The convenience of levitating my cutlery as I eat. (maybe, just maybe; this is what is convincing me, winning me over.

If this is a dream, I will be waking up from, soon. Wouldn’t I? In which case everything leading up to where I am, has been a very cruel Night Mare like nothing else.

“This is no Dream, my little one!” she points out; “but you will wake up, in your own bed; tomorrow, even if you have a few things to reconcile when you do!” Twilight points out.

“Oh…” I just mouth.

“I could have let you go through the birth and all that, just as I could have permitted you a more advanced age..” Twilight points out; “but it would be more convenient; if I created a body of a little filly, ready for her first class!” she suggests.

“Could you afford me a few weeks, to get used to my new body; before I need to attend school?” I inquire.

“You could use the reprieve, to get used to your new situation!” she allows; “Sleep tight, my little one!” she pronounces.

I find myself a bit tired. My form is glowing, signifying that my time is up. I am all but ready, for the destiny awaiting me. Even if I am not prepared, for what is awaiting me.

I am waking up, in a brand new bed.

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“Yawn!” I exclaim, as I slowly open my eyes, in order to see where I am.

The wall is a Purple Amethyst, or a similar looking crystal.

Everything around me glitter and sparkle, as befitting of the Home where I had just woken up. Well, she had told me that I would wake up. Hadn’t she?

The Pillow and Quilt are both Purple, Lavender. How befitting, even if it is not the best fit for my complexion.

Just as she had told me, I am a bright Lemon Yellow; just as my Mane and Tail are a bright and luscious green.

My Mane and Tail are surprisingly well for the situation I had just woken up to.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I am jumping out of my bed.

This is when I notice that my hooves are glossy, almost as if she had afforded me a Hooficure. Just too bad, I had never had the chance to experience the joy of going to the Spa; so I could see my nails polished and glossy before. I never got to experience this; because my former life, had been cut short. Oh, well; such is life, isn’t it?

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Good Morning, Little One

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Author's Note

Cytryna's POV

Good Morning, Little One: 2

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Prologue

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“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I am jumping out of my bed.

This is when I notice that my hooves are glossy, almost as if she had afforded me a Hooficure. Just too bad, I had never had the chance to experience the joy of going to the Spa; so I could see my nails polished and glossy before. I never got to experience this; because my former life, had been cut short. Oh, well; such is life, isn’t it?

The door swings open, and a purple Unicorn steps into my room.

“Good Morning, Zytryna!” she exclaims.

“Good Morning..” I respond, stuttering over how to address her.

“My Name is Twilight Sparkle, but call me Twilight..” she suggests; “though I guess Mum could work just as well!” she concludes.

“Twilight Sparkle..” I mouth; “Twilight..” I mumble; “Mum?” I then inquire; a little bit more sure of myself, finally.

“If you don’t mind; I could call you Daughter, too?” she inquires; “I prefer a more informal atmosphere at home!” she explains.

“Oh, okay; Mum!” I respond.

“Since you are a Unicorn, (by choice); I will be taking care of you, and raise you into a proper Mare!” she explains.

“Mare?” I inquire.

“Mare is the word for an Adult Pony, as female!” she responds.

“Then, I am a Filly?” I inquire.

“Exactly, Cytryna!” she responds.

“Do I have clothes, I can wear?” I inquire; “I feel a bit uncomfortable, self conscious in the nude!” I explain.

“While it is fully acceptable for a filly to be nude, in Public; I had Rarity supply you with a small selection of clothes for indoors and outdoors wear!” she explains.

“Thank you, Mum; you are the best!” I exclaim, starting to build up just a bit more of confidence, in myself.

“Thank you, my little One..” she responds; “what (kind) of a Mother would I be, if I did not tend to even your most basic needs?” she inquires.

“Oh, oh, ow!” I exclaim, in response.

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I follow Mum (Twilight), to my wardrobe, where she is opening the door to my daytime wears; showing me what she had Rarity craft for me beforehand. (beforehoof?)

“Some colours will clash with your complexion, so Rarity would probably tear you to shreds if she sees you wearing these clothes..” she points out; “but you still have several safe options from which to choose.” she continues; “but she did not know your colours, when she started crafting your Wardrobe!” she concludes.

“Would a white skirt and a black vest be safe?” I inquire.

“Yes, I think so!” she responds; “I should ask her to give me a comprehensive list of combinations she would agree to, for your colours!” she fills in.

“Thank you, Mum!” I respond; “that would be much appreciated..” I continue; “I would not like to make myself into a pariah, by choosing clothes that clash with my colours!” I point out.

“As you can see; she made your clothes in Cotton and Silk, so you can have something to wear according to the situation!” she offers.

“Since this is no occasion, I think I will choose to wear Cotton today!” I suggest, extracting the white Cotton skirt, stepping into it.

With a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; I manage to get a comfortable fit I can enjoy wearing.

Twilight just nods in confirmation, agreeing with my choices this far.

Now I am picking the black vest I had previously mentioned. With a few tentative tugs: once, twice and thrice; I manage to get the vest in line, making it comfortable to wear.

“There; I guess I can show myself, wearing these!” I declare.

“These should suffice!” she agrees; “I guess we could have our breakfast now!” she concludes.

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After a few minutes of trotting, I manage to step into the kitchen, where Spike is finishing the Pan cakes intended for our first Breakfast (meal) together.

Of course; Spike is a purple Dragon, of all things.

“This is Spike, a Dragon; he is my Nr. One Assistant, and I guess you could call him Brother too!” Twilight suggests.

“Good morning, Spike!” I greet him.

“Good Morning, Sister!” Spike responds; where he stands before the stove, preparing our breakfast.

“I will have to help you, with a few things; while you learn to use magic, Zyryna!” Twilight explains.

With that; I can see a chair move and I float up to land comfortably on the chair, then the chair moves up to the table, before my plate.

“Okay, this is weird!” I ponder; “Thank you, Mum!” I exclaim.

“You are quite welcome, Zytryna..” she responds; “but I guess, I will have to teach you the basics of Magic; so that you can learn, how to manage it yourself!” she concludes.

I just nod, ogling the pile of pan cakes, stacked on the plate in on the table before me.

“So many pancakes?” I ponder; “Even if we are three to enjoy them..” I consider; “isn’t this a bit much?” I inquire.

“I guess this will be something..” she suggests; “you will just have to get used to!” Twilight points out.

“Oh, okay..” I mumble. (I can’t use cutlery; because they were never made for hooves, in the first place!)

“Maybe, just maybe; I could ask her to help me, until I learn how to handle things like a Unicorn!” I ponder.

“Do you want your pancakes with Cream, Sugar or Strawberries?” Twilight inquires; “Just don’t let Apple Jack know of the Strawbs, please; she may not take it very well, just so you know!” Twilight puts forth.

“If I could have these, but either would be fine by me!” I respond.

“For a growing filly, I think that would be an idea!” Twilight suggests; “Well, at least I am not feeding her pears!” she ponders, snickering to herself.

I can see the pancakes stack up, before my very eyes; forming a large stack, as if she was baking a cake and not just stacking pancakes. Cream and sugar mixed in, and the Strawbs on the top with extra cream and sugar.

“Is this really a breakfast, and for a filly no less?” I inquire, somewhat worried; since I don’t know what is appropriate Pony food, in the first place. (Of course; I did not even know what Horses are, back then.. do Ponies eat regular Horse feed in the first place?)

“By the way, Zytryna..” Twilight puts forth; “you should probably forget or ignore everything you learned about what to eat!” she points out.

“So, I am not supposed to eat meat?” I inquire.

“Fish and eggs would be fine, but the meat will not be very good for you..” Twilight points out; “and Ponies will be very uncomfortable, seeing you eat meat as well!” she continues: “but if a Gryphon or Dragon is with you, they will of course see this in a very different light!” she points out.

“Spike; you wouldn’t be offended, or feel uncomfortable; seeing me eat meat, then?” I inquire.

“Not particularly, no..” Spike responds; “but I am not a Herbivore in the first place..” he continues; “and you will probably see me chewing on gems every once in a while, too!” he explains.

“While I know you are no Pegasus, Cytryna; but I have several Pegasi friends, so I guess I should be serving you fish from time to time!” Twilight suggests.

“You should get used to enjoying baked goods, of which I guess Pancakes are counted; just for the sake of pleasing a certain Earthpony by the name of Pinkie Pie!” Spike chuckles.

“Earthponies enjoy baked goods?” I inquire; “Or, is there something more to Pinkie Pie than just being an Earthpony?” I question.

“Aside from being a Baker, who loves having her work enjoyed..” Spike puts forth; “Pinkie is a very special case, on par with a certain Draconequus we have come to know!” he continues.

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Twilight is sitting down, making her comfortable on the kitchen chair; before she is preparing herself to enjoy her breakfast, with the rest of us.

I notice how she is preparing a stack of pancakes for herself; before she starts to eat. Only; she picks up a second fork, feeding me my breakfast too. I can clearly see her horn glowing; but that’s just an indication of her using her magic, in this case telekinesis.

“I guess I will just have to get used to this, to see her using her magic in this manner; but it is still a bit strange, to see the forks flying around in the air, feeding herself and me in this manner.

“Yummy!!” I exclaim, as I am chewing the first bite of the pancake she had put before me. (Well, it was Spike making them, but still!)

The room is quiet, as we continue to enjoy the breakfast Spike prepared for us.

Maybe, just maybe; this is one item I can hold on to, at least up to a point. It isn’t as if I mind, I am busy chewing on the pancake and enjoying my breakfast. (Best food Ever!)

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Cleaning Up

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