Twilight Sparkle, once rejoiced as one of the highest students of Princess Celestia, grunted as she pulled the heavy cart full of pumpkins across the fields towards the manor, her back hurting, feeling as though a thousand razors were cutting her to pieces.

But it was nothing compared to what she was forced to do every night for her mistress.

After twenty minutes of trudging, Twilight finally collapsed in front o f the store house, passing out the second she was unhitched from the wagon.

Twilight was laying by a small ice cold stream. She stared into the reflective waters and achingly touched the water's surface. The almost silver water closed around her hoof, giving it a refreshing feeling. But when she tried to pull away, the river froze into a stream of solid silver, closing around her hoof.

Twilight screamed and shot her magic through her horn at the silver, but it did not do anything. She jumped a foot in the air and felt her hoof give slightly.

Twilight kept jumping, but it wasn't enough. She needed more altitude. She needed to fly.

Suddenly lavender wings sprouted from Twilight's back as her horn and legs grew. She took off, rocketing into the sky, leaving the silver stream behind in a flash as she zig-zagged around the skies, her purple and pink trail flowing behind her as she spiraled and spun.

Twilight's eyes flittered open to see the other slaves crowded around her, cowering in fear.

She slowly got to her hooves. She felt taller than before. She felt two objects shift on her back. She looked at her spine to see two prodigious wings laying there, glimmering in the dying light.

But then a few of the slaves squeaked as loud buzzing could be heard. Now-alicorn Twilight turned her head to see Mistress Nightmare Moon swooping towards her, rage on her face.

"You are late, lowly servant, for our nightly sessions!" Mistress Nighty screamed.

Then Twilight jumped into the air, smiling triumphantly.

"I will not be your toy. No, not any more." She glared at Nighty before swooping away.

Free. Free. No longer bound to her. No longer her serf.

That Night...

Nighty looked out at the night sky, the permanent frown that had always been set on her face somehow curving even farther to the ground, as if its gravitational pull had increased.

Over the many years she had lived here, many serfs had pleasured her and caught her eye.

But none as much as that naughty Twilight Sparkle.

She forced her to do what she had forced her to do as punishment for stealing food from the warehouse for herself.

After a few days she should have stopped, but Twilight was curvy, beautiful, smart...Everything.

I need to find that serf, my sparkle. Nightmare thought. She quickly wrote a letter to her highest servant, Penny Pocket, telling him that he now owned the manor. She then swooped out her window frame, taking off in search of her missing serf.