Bacon and Hobbes: The Purple Doll.

"And this is the bathroom. If you need to know where anything else is, please hesitate to ask."

Bacon's final stop on her grand tour through her magnificently average home had ended with Twilight staring at the puny toilet, unable to comprehend how these "humans" could use something so small. Why couldn't they just use the restroom outside?

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have a transmogrifier to re-design." With an arrogant look on her face, Bacon pushed the purple newcomer out of the way and stormed off towards her comfortable bedroom, with Hobbes in tow.

"How do ponies use the bathroom anyway?" Hobbes asked, looking down at his newest owner with curious eyes.

"Who cares? If she really needs to use the bathroom then she can go outside." The little girl was interested in a number of things. Science, Lindsay Lohan's apparent invincibility, and her inevitable rise to power, through scientific achievement and good looks. A ponies urinary system, on the other hand, was not worth her time. Let the purple freak figure that out on her own. she thought cynically. still fuming at her father's choice in toys.

The two continued their journey down a blue hallway, doing their best to cheat each other out of their share of the brown box, shutting Twilight out of their two way conversation. "I am his daughter. By right, his share is mine. He made the device, so he had a majority of the share. I get to do whatever I want with it."

Hobbes ignored the little girl, as he walked up to a white door and shoved it open, revealing a tidy, pink room. A queen sized bed dominated the left corner of the room, lit by a small window, showering the room in sunlight. in the opposite corner of the room was a small pink table, typically a place where homework was forgotten and her diary was written in, recording her deepest thoughts, darkest secrets, and foolish plots. Boring to Hobbes, but enough to keep Bacon satisfied.

"All right Hobbes bring out the transmogrifier!"Bacon exclaimed, rushing over to her small table, extracting her diary from one its small drawers. "Experiment number sixty one point seven. Do natural extincts carry over after transformation?"

"What the hay are you talking about?" Twilight asked, sticking her purple head into the small room. "I didn't know humans could use magic."

This got a good chuckle from the blonde-headed girl, who was scribbling down a few notes in her diary while Hobbes brought the makeshift machine from its designated corner. "Magic!? That's stuff for little kids, lady. Here, we only focus on things that are real." Bacon replied, still laughing at the pony's crazy assertion.

"So what are you going to change into?" Hobbes asked, with a small sharpie at the ready. "Pelican? Ocelot? A bottle water?"

"I don't really know. I haven't thought about it. Did we already do centipede?"

Hobbes gave a small nod, as he stared at the list of animals etched onto the side of the box. "Yeah. I don't think your mom was to happy about it either."

Bacon began to rub her chin in thought, before turning to look at her newest companion with analytical eyes. "Can unicorns really use magic?"

"Of course they can. All it takes is a little practice." Twilight replied, pointing a hoof at her horn.  "But I'm not sure you want to become a pony."

Her pleas, however, were met with a raised hand, effectively silencing her. "Be quiet Twilight, I'm thinking." Bacon stated, as she began to mull over the opportunities magic would offer. What could I do with magic? Levitation? Mind control?............Necromancy!

Bacon's frown quickly evolved into a devilish smile, as the perfect plan came to her. Necromancy. The perfect plan to bring the world to its knees, begging its newest master for mercy! The money! The power! The GLORY! The Empire of Bacon! It will be *perfect!* Bacon thought.

"Are you alright? You look like you're having a seizure." Hobbes asked, scratching his ear with a confused paw. "Do you want me to add unicorn?

"Do it!" Bacon exclaimed, as she picked up a side of the box and rolled underneath it. "Turn it on!"

"Hold on!" Hobbes exclaimed, as he furiously scribbled "unicorn" onto the box, and turned a small, black dial. "I hope this works."

He was about to get his answer, as the machine began to the stir, and a buzzing sound filled the air. The small holes that covered the exterior of the transmogrifier began to emanate an ominous light, only to go off with a small pop.

The tiger and the alicorn simply sat, waiting for something to come out. A minute passed, yet Bacon said nothing,

"Are you all right?" Twilight asked, slowly inching towards silent contraption. With a hesitant hoof, Twilight began to lift the box off of Bacon, fearing the worst.

"My hands! How am I supposed to grab anything!?" An extraordinarily squeaky voice demanded. Twilight threw the box off of the little girl to reveal a very confused filly.

She was perfectly fine, but she wasn't proud of the form she had taken. Bacon, once a little girl that barely met four feet, was reduced to a light brown filly, with a bright, blonde mane and a puny horn, which barely passed as a nub. She couldn't see straight, walk properly, or even grab anything. She was perfectly immobile. And vulnerable.

"You look SO ADORABLE!" Twilight squealed, picking up the little filly and crushing her against her chest. "You shouldn't worry me like that! Celestia knows what I would have done if something bad happened to you!"

"LET GO OF ME YOU FREAK!" Bacon hissed, trying, but failing, to push the gushing Twilight away with tiny hooves.

"Can you use any magic now?" Hobbes asked, examining his friend's newest form. "You don't look magical."

"I don't know! I can barely see straight with these weird pony eyes!" Bacon complained, still being held captive by a cooing Twilight, who was cradling Bacon in her hooves like a baby.

"Shhhh. Hush my scientific little filly. I'll take care of you." Twilight cooed, pressing her face against Bacon's face, hoping to comfort the little filly with her presence.

"HOBBES! KILL HER!"