PonyStory3

I could still hear three voices calling for me to stop, but only two of them were getting closer. I supposed that Cobalt didn’t want to be seen, so he was restricted to the underbrush. That made sense, for a pony from a cartoon.
Okay, I was actually considering him as a real thing. I wasn’t sure if that meant I was having a breakdown, or just coming to terms with what I had seen. I stopped in front of the warehouse door, panting and looking over my shoulder. The two men had stopped several feet away from the warehouse, and seemed to be trying to decide if they should approach or not. I wasn’t going to wait for them to make a decision; I opened the door and walked in.
The warehouse was completely empty, only a single light fixture turned on. I looked around for any signs of life, my footsteps echoing off the walls. Finally, I spotted a small table, and went over to it. A silver bracelet was sitting on it, with a charm shaped like a gold ring; the cutie mark of Angel Grace, my OC. “Wow…” I said, holding it up to the light. “Is this what he wanted to show me?”
“Not at all, dear Angel. It’s just a welcoming gift.” A gentle male voice drifted from the corner of the warehouse, and a well dressed young man came into view. “I’ve been waiting so long for this moment…you have no idea.”
Wow. This guy was incredibly hot. He was perfectly slender, just the way I liked guys, with that amazing beard stubble and dark blue eyes and…my face heated up. “You must be…”
“Starlit Skies.” He nodded with a welcoming smile, and my heart melted a little more.
“It’s good to finally meet you. Sorry I’m late, there were some…people out there with a crazy story about people turning into ponies. I’m-“
“I know who you are already, Angel Grace.” He cut me off as he moved forward, slipping the bracelet onto my wrist. “And I know about the stories. That’s why I finally called you here.”
I stepped back a bit, a little freaked out. “You don’t have to keep calling me that…this is real life, and I have a name.” I told him. “What do the stories have to do with why I’m here?”
“Because they’re true.”
Everything around me seemed to slow to a crawl when he replied. I shook my head in disbelief. “N-no, that’s…you’re saying you’ve been kidnapping people?” because, obviously, that was the most unbelievable part of this entire scene. I stepped back again, wanting to run, yet I couldn’t seem to…
The man who called himself Starlit Skies inclined his head slightly. “And turning them into ponies. Yes. Not just any people, though, only those who deserve it. And you, my precious Angel Grace, deserve it.” He made to stroke my hair, but I stepped back again.
“No. No, I don’t want to be a pony.” I protested, a lump in my chest. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be; it was some kind of joke, or a bad dream.
“What about the conversations we’ve had? You’re tired of your life stalling, you want someone new, someone who cares about you…” he smiled fondly at me. “More than once, you’ve expressed the desire to become a pony, and I could see the sincerity of your words under the text.”
“That’s just…idle dreams! Lots of people say they want to be a pony, but that doesn’t mean you can…” did I really believe Skies could turn people into ponies? That would explain Cobalt out there. Either way, I had clearly found my way into the clutches of a psychopath. Luckily, he had chosen a large venue for this meeting, one I could escape from easily…
“Society pressures them to accept the norm. I’m simply giving them a life free of pressure.” His voice interrupted my thoughts. “Besides, there’s not much you can do about it at this point. I already started the process.”
What.
“What?!” I clutched my chest. I thought that my heart had been going fast before. At this rate, it was going to escape from my chest. He had already started turning me into a cartoon horse? How had I not noticed before? I’ve never seen this man before in my life.
“It takes a week or two for the transformation to complete.” He explained. “I’ve given you the first couple treatments already.” He sighed, seeing the panicked look on my face. “Angel, please, just come and see what I’ve created. I promise you, you’ll like it.” He extended a hand.
Despite my fear, despite my revulsion at the fact this man had taken it upon himself to change me into some kind of freak, I wanted to see what he had for me. I took his hand, and he smiled. “That’s my girl.” He led me back into the shadows, pulling open a disguised door. So what was behind door number one? Well lit steps.
“Of course, my primary concern, once I worked out the details of how to accomplish the change, was what would I do once the ones I chose became ponies. I think I solved that problem rather well.” We reached the bottom of the stairs, opening a door into a workroom filled with monitors. I looked at the nearest one, gasping. Ponies were walking around, talking to each other, in a small village. In the background, I could see a forest, and mountains towered above them. “This is live from New Equestria; I own quite a bit of land in the mountains, and there was a valley that was just perfect, out of the way and tucked between two sharp peaks.” he stopped his explanation as two ponies ran in from the next room.
“Master!” they said brightly, nuzzling his leg as he reached down to pat them.