“I’ll be right back,” Twilight said as she powered up her horn to cast the dimensional travel spell. She and Starlight had crafted the pieces of Star Swirl’s spell into something that great mage had never intended, but it wasn’t so much new magic as it was rearranged magic.

Hmm, Twilight thought to herself, maybe we should rename the spell. ’Light’s Cross Time Casting’ has a nice ring to it, and that gives Starlight some credit for all the help she has given me on this. As if sensing Twilight’s thoughts were on her, Starlight called out from her safe area, where she crouched with Spike as they watched Twilight summon her power.

“Concentrate, Twilight!” yelled Starlight. “If you don’t get this right you could be scattered across dimensions!” Twilight nodded and refocused her concentration even as she formed the arcane construct in her mind. Forcing her will and intent onto the combined sorcery of the spell and the Cutie Map, she reached out across the streams and deltas of time with tendrils of raw chronomantic power. As she felt the spell latch onto its target Twilight unleashed its magic. It tore a rift in reality in the air above her, a hungry maw that sucked up air in a swirling vortex and lifted her from the floor like a toy.

“Good luck, Twilight!” Starlight yelled over the howling rush of wind that the vortex raised. Twilight gently rose aloft, borne on the winds of the vortex. There was a momentary disorientation as she passed through the event horizon of the spell. The wave of dizziness passed, though, as the spell worked as intended and spat Twilight out onto a bare hillside.

“Yes!” She had successfully jumped across timelines into the world that she had seen where Flim and Flam had taken over Sweet Apple Acres. She and Starlight had decided that particular world would be a safer test run than the worlds dominated by Nightmare Moon, Queen Chrysalis, or Tirek, and still have many interesting things to explore. Twilight looked around at the scenery surrounding her.

The torn stumps of trees stuck out from the ground around her at irregular intervals like broken matchsticks. There was a factory some distance away, its stacks choking the overcast sky with black smoke. Twilight could feel a scratchiness building in the back of her throat as whatever was in the air began to irritate it.

“Well,” said Twilight, with a cough to clear her throat, “I might as well have a look around. That factory makes a good landmark.” Course of action decided, the young alicorn started walking at a brisk pace toward the distant factory. The going was easy, as something had cleared the ground of every bush, tree and large rock that could have barred her progress.

Twilight had expected to reach the factory within half an hour, but after an hour, it was still a distant vision. As a foggy drizzle settled in, she realized that the sheer size of the factory must have thrown off her estimate of long it would take to get there. The scratchiness in her throat was getting worse and visibility was dropping rapidly, but just as the weather closed in completely she came across a smooth road made of a single sheet of tar-coated rock.

This should get me to that factory, Twilight thought. I can take shelter there until this weather lets up, then make my way back to the Cutie Map and head home. Following the road took Twilight past several long, wide pools whose far sides she couldn’t see. A sulfurous stench rose from those bubbling pools that seemed to cut through the air in spite of the drizzle. It was as she paused to consider what might be in those ponds that the creature attacked.

The beast roared as it plowed into Twilight, bowling her over and catapulting them both into the pond beside the road. Twilight kicked herself free of the creature’s grasp and rolled up to a standing position in the shallow muck and foul viscous liquid she was now coated in. For a long moment the two stared at each other, and Twilight got a good look at the creature.

The beast resembled an oversized diamond dog, but one with huge jaws, upthrust lower fangs, and a leprous yellow coat. Its forelegs were muscular with large, grasping forepaws, and its powerful hind legs were built for leaping or running. Twilight considered flying, but the dog-thing would be on her before she could get more than a body length above the ground. On an unknown world, in low visibility, teleportation was out as well. Twilight mentally prepared her shield spells and waited for the creature’s next move.

Letting out another bestial roar, the monster did as expected and charged forward again, claws sweeping to grasp and tear the pony before it. Twilight manifested a shield and was shocked when the animal nearly broke through, as it shattered sections of the mystic construct through sheer physical power. In response, she let loose an energy blast directly into the creature’s face, which seemed to have little effect other than enraging the creature further.

Over the next few minutes the two dueled and danced in the water and muck of the pond. Though the creature had come close a few times, Twilight had managed to block or evade its every attack. Once, she tried her trick of teleporting behind her opponent, which had worked well against Nightmare Moon in the past. The moment she disappeared, however, the beast whirled in place and lunged towards her. Only by throwing herself to the side did she manage to avoid the counter.

She could tell her return blasts were wearing the creature down. Unfortunately for her, she could also tell her that her own magic was weakening. Something in the pond water that now soaked her to the skin was eroding her ability with magic. Her blasts had less force, her shields were becoming weaker. That, combined with thing’s reaction to her teleport, told Twilight that her foe had fought magic users before. The initial shove into the pond had to have been intentional, then. It knew there was something in the pond that interfered with magic and had acted accordingly as part of an intentional pattern of attack.

Finally, the creature made a massive leap, coming down on Twilight from almost directly above, and she flashed out another shield to stop it. To her horror, it plowed straight through her weakened shield. She had a split second to think, I’m dead

Something slammed into the side of the beast, punching cleanly through it. The beast’s limp body landed on top of Twilight and drove her to the bottom of the pond, completely submerging her. After a second or two, she recovered from the impact and rolled the body off of her as she emerged from the pond water.

Standing in the barrel deep water, as she panted for breath, Twilight looked over at where the blast had come from, and recognized Flim and Flam. Barely twenty feet from her the brothers stood on the road, horns still smoking with the last traces of the combined blast they had fired into the beast attacking Twilight.

“Why look, brother mine,” said Flim, wearing a well fitting outfit of some strange material that left his distinctive face exposed. “We seem to have come across a lost foal.”

“Indeed,” said Flam, who wore a similar outfit, “we seem to have arrived in the proverbial nick of time for her.”

“Why brother,” said the first, “how could we not provide such a poor, pretty, purple pony, assistance in her hour of need.”

“Flim? Flam?” Twilight coughed. “Is that you two?”

“Why, she seems to have heard of us, brother,” said Flim.

“Who has not heard of the world famous Flim-Flam Brothers?” countered Flam.

Twilight waded towards the shore of the pond. As the surging adrenaline from the fight began to fade the aches and pains of combat began to make themselves known to her. Most particularly, Twilight started to take notice of a burning, itching sensation all over her body. Flim and Flam backed up from her.

“Please do not take this as an insult, my dear,” said Flim, as he backed up towards an enormous vehicle nearby. “But unless you have a decontamination shower nearby, please stay back.”

“Why?” asked Twilight. The burning and itching were getting worse, even as Flim and Flam’s reaction to her approach made her pause in mid-step.

“You’re completely covered in effluent from the factory,” said Flam. “Do you have any idea what is in that?”

“No…” said Twilight, as some genuine fear began to slide up her spine.

“Solvents, reagents, any number of chemicals,” said Flam. “But that isn’t the worst of it.”

“What is?” asked Twilight.

“Nullstone,” said Flim. “The effluent is full of nullstone dust.”

Twilight’s body froze in a gasp, even as her mind raced through the details of the hideous mineral. Nullstone, also known as Unicorn’s Bane, was a mineral native to the Crystal Empire and it was completely impervious to magic or magical effects. Applied directly to a unicorn, it could stop them from casting any spell at all. If ingested, the effect could become long term, even permanent, depending on the amount. Twilight had seen the effects of nullstone first hoof, when her brother was rendered magicless by King Sombra, who had jammed nullstone crystals into Shining’s horn. Shining had told her later that the entire time the crystals had been on his horn, it had burned and itched fiercely—just like her skin was right now.

“I don’t have a decontamination shower, or anything like that,” said Twilight. But she remembered the desire for profit that had always seemed to drive the unicorn brothers onward in her world. “I would be willing to pay for your help.”

“Oh, I don’t know, my dear,” said Flim. “Brother, dare we take the risk?"

“Perhaps we should, brother, despite the great risk and cost,” said Flam. He then asked Twilight, “How much would you be able to pay?”

“Well,” said Twilight, who then realized she had lost all of her gear during the battle with the creature. “Um...I don’t seem to have any bits on me at the moment, I’m afraid.”

“That is certainly quite the pickle then,” said Flam. “What to do? Any ideas, brother of mine?”

“Hmm,” said Flim, pondering for a moment. “I have it! My dear, would you be willing to work off the value of what it would cost us to take care of you? A proper decontamination does use some expensive materials, after all.”

“Brother!” interjected Flam. “Are you sure we should that? She is an alicorn, after all.”

“As long as she signs an employment contract, making everything legal, there shouldn’t be any problems,” said Flim. As she watched the exchange between the pair, Twilight could feel the itching and burning on her skin getting worse. The sensation, like fiery ants walking over her flesh, decided the issue for her. Besides, a few days or weeks spent here could be erased in an instant by using the time travel component of the dimensional travel spell.

“Look,” said Twilight, interrupting the brothers’ back-and-forth. “As long as it’s nothing illegal, I’m more than willing to work off the cost of getting myself cleaned off.”

“See,” said Flim, to his brother. “She is willing to sign on, and we can always use some help with the Speedy 6000.”

“You do have a point, brother,” said Flam, whose magic pulled a fairly large scroll out from a pocket. “My dear, this is a standard work for goods contract. Before I ask you to sign, I have to ask if you just want the decontamination shower, or would you like us to fit you with one of our custom environment suits as well?”

“How long of a term of employment are we talking about?” asked Twilight, fighting the urge to start scratching for about a week straight.

“Let’s see.” Flam took out a pencil and paper and wrote down a few numbers. “Doing basic labour, you should earn enough gross funds to pay for the shower and the suit in about five weeks. Of course, you do get to keep the suit afterwards. It’s a self-powering, self-regenerating, top of the line model and it will keep you safe in almost any environment.” Twilight thought it over for a moment, trying to think clearly past the discomfort she was in. Five weeks was longer than she had planned to stay here. But she would come out of it with a prime example of this world’s technology and, she reminded herself, when she went home all she had to do was jump back in time as well and it would be like no time at all had passed.

“All right,” Twilight said. “Sign me up for the suit as well, but let’s get on with it. This itching is starting to drive me mad.” Flam made a few alterations to the contract, and floated it over to Twilight. She grasped it in her magic, barely. The nullstone was massively interrupting her magical abilities already. Embarrassed by her poor ability with magic, Twilight quickly signed the document and floated it back to Flam, the scroll bobbing up and down as the nullstone coating her body interfered more and more with her power.

“Very well then, my dear,” said the unicorn stallion, gesturing. “If you will just come around to the back here, we can get you cleaned off and suited up for your new role.” Twilight followed Flam around to the back of the vehicle.

“If you will stand right here, the Speedy 6000 will have you decontaminated and suited up in one of our patented environment suits in a jiffy,” said Flam, indicating a spot under an awning of some sort that had come out from the back end of his vehicle. Twilight could see a variety of nozzles coming out of the awning, no doubt to provide the required shower.

“Open your mouth please, my dear,” said Flam. Twilight complied, and as she did, Flam levitated some sort of rubber muzzle over her face. The device had some sort of semi-flexible tube that extended into her mouth and sat on her tongue, holding it down. She involuntarily shied at the device binding itself to her with all the buckles and straps coming off of it, and she shook her head, spitting the device back out.

“Stop that, please,” said Flam, with a tone of annoyance. “We need to secure your airway and make sure you don’t inhale or ingest any more nullstone during the shower.”

On hearing that, Twilight opened her mouth again in compliance, and did her best to hold still. Flam once more levitated the regulator toward Twilight, and she felt the rigid tube slide down her mouth again. It stopped a little short of the back of her mouth and Flam’s magic wrapped straps around the outside of her muzzle, clamping her jaws together around the air tube. Similar straps were buckled around the back of her head, preventing the air piece from falling off. With the device in her mouth, Twilight automatically tried to breath through her nose, and started to flail a bit in panic when she could not.

“Just breathe through your mouth,” said Flam, in reassuring tones. Twilight calmed down enough to obey him and sucked on the tube in her mouth as cool, clean air flowed through the tube and into her lungs. The influx of fresh air was glorious, like breathing in a cool mountain stream. Twilight felt herself relax, the oxygen making her a little giddy.

“Excellent. Now, perhaps for the next part, you might want to close your eyes,” said Flam. Twilight cocked her head and hummed a question toward Flam, who seemed to understand.

“I’m told the process can be a little disorienting, plus keeping your eyes closed will make sure nothing gets in them,” said Flam. “We wouldn’t want you to damage or dislodge your air line in a panic now, would we?” Twilight nodded, the drag of the tube on her muzzle making her aware of her connection to the vast machine in front of her. But, even as she noted the concern, it felt distant and unimportant in comparison to breathing and getting the burning chemicals and dust out of her coat. Twilight sighed, nodded, and closed her eyes.

“Stand as still as you can,” said Flam, unseen on one side. “The process is completely automatic and shouldn’t take more than a couple of minutes.” As he said the words, Twilight began to hear a whirring, clunking sound from in front of her and a moment later she could feel herself being deluged in a proverbial flood of liquid. The fluids hit her from all sides in a vast torrent.

Under the deluge of water and whatever passed for soaps, Twilight saw why the air line was so important and why it had to fit so snugly. The brothers had been honest, for once—without it, she would certainly drown, swallow nullstone dust, or both. The pounding liquid around her was heated and its warmth seemed to soak into her limbs, making them feel lazy and heavy. After a few minutes the pounding water stopped and equally warm, equally vast torrents of air blew over her and dried her off with great efficiency.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Twilight heard Flam say from somewhere nearby. “The suit applicator is about to start. Brace yourself. The process can be somewhat...invasive.” Even as he spoke the words Twilight could feel her body being enveloped by some sort of cool, slick substance. It took every ounce of her self-control to hold still, as she felt the substance being massaged over her entire body from hoof to horn. She even felt the slickness being rubbed over, and slightly into, her slit and tailhole. Whatever it was that was massaging the substance onto her body felt like hundreds of little tongues all over her, and Twilight shuddered as they massaged her clit, and in their wake they left the suit material firmly pressed against her hot button.

He wasn’t kidding when he said “invasive Twilight thought. She felt a hard band of the suit substance wrap around the first few inches of her dock, and could feel her tail being tugged high giving a sensation that reminded her very much of a dominant stallion pulling her onto his loins. Combined with the pressure over her sensitive areas and the stimulation on her clit, it caused a frisson of pleasure to roll through her, and she moaned into the air tube in her mouth. With her eyes closed, she could almost picture herself being taken from behind by one stallion while she pleasured another with her mouth.

The fantasy only deepened as another pair of bands of the suit tightened around her wing roots and massaging the sensitive muscles there. In her mind’s eye the stallion mounting Twilight from behind had now grabbed onto her wings for purchase as he rubbed up against her moistening passage. The pleasant fantasy occupied Twilight’s mind while the suit finished being applied to her, and it was with a little disappointment she heard Flam telling her she could open her eyes.

“Well, it certainly sounded like you were enjoying yourself, Six One Four,” said Flam, who then held up a mirror. “Why don’t you have a look at yourself.”

Why is he calling me “Six One Four?” Twilight thought. Oh, of course, I never actually told them my name. He must be calling me by an employee number. Twilight lifted a foreleg and looked in the mirror. She was covered in a slick black material that clung to every surface of her body. Hair-thin silver lines flowed along the contours of the suit, drawing the eye naturally to the sleek lines of her barrel, legs and neck. When Twilight had first moved to Ponyville, she had carried a little excess weight, but that had been replaced by lean muscle during the course of her adventures, and this suit showed it all off—revealing nothing, but offering everything.

Twilight could still feel the tightness over her plot and she looked over her back. Through the mirror she could see the suit pressing in past the outer lips of her plot and her tailhole, as her tail was flagging high and out of the way. She tried to lower her tail to cover her privates but the firm grasp of the suit around her dock thwarted the attempt. It was then that she noticed that, in the process of the application, her wings had been folded, wrapped in pockets of suit material and tucked against her side. Twilight turned her head back toward Flam to get an explanation, just in time for him to close a collar around her neck, right at the top of the suit, just under her jawline. The collar locked tightly in place around her throat with an authoritative “click.”

“This isn’t right, I need to get out of here,” Twilight thought muzzily, powering up her horn for a quick teleport away. Or rather, she tried to power up her horn. Even as she summoned up her power she felt it being drained away as fast as she could bring it into being. Magical escape thwarted, Twilight turned to run, but was brought up short by the air line connecting her to Flim and Flam’s vehicle.

“I have the strength of an earth pony,” thought Twilight as she tried to cudgel her soggy brain into action. “Why can’t I break away? Why can’t I think clearly?” Then, adrenaline came to her rescue, jump starting her brain, and everything added up: the fantasy, her slow mind, her body’s reactions, and the collar. “This isn’t employment,” she thought as she looked for a way out. “It’s debt slavery and they’re drugging me so I can’t resist!”

Flam smiled slightly at her escape attempt but then he noticed the strain on the air line and frowned. Even with the gas, the pony in front of him was doing a good job of trying to break free.

“614 suit,” he said, in a clear voice, “Engage level one discipline mode, twenty second duration, begin.” Twilight’s mind whited out with pain as the entire suit around her body began to deliver a constant electrical shock over every inch that it covered. She tried to remain standing but the suit seemed to directly stimulate her leg muscles, curling them up against her body and neatly stopping her physical escape attempt. After a seeming eternity of pain, the shocks stopped and Twilight looked up at her captor, even as he clipped a wire cable to either side of her collar. Unable to speak past the air tube in her mouth, she whined a complaint to Flam, begging for her release, or even an explanation.

“Now, now, 614,” said Flam. “This was in the fine print of your employment contract. We are allowed use whatever means we deem fit to enforce the terms of your contract. Up you get, or I’ll have to use the suit override and have it walk you in.” As he spoke, a large door opened up in the back of the vehicle, and the two cables attached to her collar pulled taut. Realizing that escape, at least for the moment, was impossible, Twilight got to her covered hooves and walked forward into the vehicle. The cables kept up a gentle, yet insistent pull on her, keeping themselves taut to ensure that she kept moving forward.

Twilight stepped into the brightly lit interior of the vehicle, aware that she was now fully under the control of Flim and Flam. The cables allowed her to pause for a moment as the door slowly closed behind her, and she took that moment to look around. She was on a metal walkway in a fairly large space. The cable leashes were reeling into a metal post on either side of the roughly twenty foot long walkway, which ended at a ladder going up to a metal hatch. On either side of the walkway were alcoves, roughly five feet long by as many high and about half of them had ponies in them. There were all suited and bound similarly to her, with collars, air systems strapped to their heads and tails held high. Unlike her, the other ponies also had helmets, a pair of lines coming from their rears, and from what else she could see some of them they were walking in place on treadmills.

The cables began to pull her forward again, and Twilight obeyed their pull as they drew her to a point between the two metal posts the cables emerged from. They drew fully taut, tethering her securely between the posts. Behind her, the door clanged shut behind her and she could hear hoofsteps behind her. At least her head was clearing. Either they had stopped drugging her air, now that they had her, or the adrenaline from the shocks had done the job.

“Welcome to the company, 614,” said Flim as he came into her line of vision. “I’m sure you have a few questions at this point and I would love to hear them, but sad to say I’ve discovered that few ponies in your position want to actually ask questions, so I will cover the important points relating to your life from this point on.” Twilight tried to grunt a question but Flim simply carried on with his speech, as he levitated the contract Twilight had signed into view.

“We’ve sold you one of our top of the line environmental suits and performed an expensive service for you,” Flim began. “In exchange, you have agreed to a period of indentured servitude, until you have paid off the value of the suit and materials. You have also agreed to perform whatever service or work we require, in whatever manner we require, at the legal rate of three hundred bits per month. Less, of course, expenses for provided food, lodging, healthcare, maintenance, training and, of course, air. On average, these deductions run about fifteen bits a day.”

Twilight did some quick math in her head, and realized that at the rates quoted she would actually lose ground on her supposed debt, on a monthly basis. She couldn’t talk, but she was able to growl her displeasure at the unicorn in front of her.

“Now, now, 614,” said Flim in a condescending voice. “There are always optional ‘services’ that you can provide, for bonus payments to your account, and good work is always rewarded.” He paused, then said, “614 suit, engage reward mode, type three, one minute duration, begin.” As he said the word “begin,” the suit around Twilight came alive, rippling, massaging and tugging, all on its own. The enjoyable wave of stimulation slowly rolled down Twilight’s body. For some reason, her inability to resist what was being done to her made the pleasure even more intense. She moaned, as her nipples were rubbed and tugged rhythmically, and as the wave of stimulation kneaded its way onto her vaginal opening and clit, she couldn’t help but wish that there was something solid inside of her that she could clench down on.

“I see you understand, 614,” said Flim, whose growing stallionhood showed he had noticed Twilight’s reaction to his reward. “For now, I think you would be best placed as part of the powertrain for the Super Speedy Cyber Slaver 6000. As such, your new employee designation is 614-Cog.” He turned to some controls and activated them.

Twilight heard a whirring sound from above, and she saw a metal frame in the shape of a cross-sectioned I-beam descend toward her from the ceiling. The padded bars of the frame latched around her barrel, just behind her shoulders and just in front of her hips. The frame then lifted her slightly, suspending her just above the floor. Twilight’s pegasus reactions tried to kick in but the suit held her wings securely and all she could do was tremble at the sensation of being held in mid-air.

“First, 614-Cog,” said Flim, as he unclipped the wire cables from her collar, “we need get your fitting finished.”

Finished? Twilight asked herself, in the vault of her mind. I’m suspended in a claw, gagged and muzzled, collared and wearing a suit that can control my body. What else is there? Then, Twilight saw the pair of black cylinders Flim was bringing towards her. She might not have been hugely experienced, but she knew what a ten inch dildo looked like and she damn well knew where a tailed butt plug went.

“614 suit,” said Flim, “dilate rear openings, begin.” A moment later Twilight felt cool air across her nethers, and thankfully she could see Flim applying some sort of lubricant to the shafts he was about to put into her. He started pushing the tail plug into her first.

“Just breathe, 614-Cog,” said Flim. “This will deal with your waste.” He slowly pressed the plug into her, and she felt her ring of muscle give way gradually before the onslaught, she realized then, that what she thought was a tail on the plug, was actually a set of hoses.

It’s an enema plug, realized Twilight. They don’t even have to release me to go to the bathroom. The plug slid into her back passage, filling her and giving her a fullness both strange and pleasant. Then she felt the dildo being guided into her sex. Flim was being neither gentle nor rough, sliding it into her with a firm, slow push that gave her body time to stretch and adjust to the shafts now filling both her most sensitive openings. Twilight rolled her hips as much as the claw holding her would allow, so that she could settle the intruders. But instead of settling the shafts into a comfortable position, they instead began to stoke a fire in belly.

It must be the drugs. I...I can’t be enjoying this, Twilight thought to herself, as denial moved toward desire. He’s making me respond to him against my will. Like I’m some sort of beast of burden, like an animal, his animal. Twilight’s rear legs futilely bicycled in mid-air and the motion furiously rubbed the wall of flesh between the plug and dildo. The fire in her belly grew to a raging inferno as the stimulation within her body began to drive her closer and closer to orgasm.

“614 suit,” said Flim, his shaft now fully dropped from its sheath, “link and lock with the cleaning plug and medical probe, begin. 614 suit, engage reward mode, type one, continuous duration, begin.” Twilight felt her suit close back in against the bases of the twin shafts, locking them inside of her and then...then the shafts began to piston back and forth, their alternating strokes filling her, stroking her, pushing deep inside. All will to resist melted away in the inferno of lust that now filled Twilight right down to her core. Twilight barely noticed Flim delicately threading fresh air lines down her nostrils and a feeding tube down her throat. The slight stinging sensation, as Flim made her bondage even more permanent and inescapable, was the last push that threw Twilight over the edge, and with no other option but to endure she let her mind go, and surrendered utterly to the pleasure within her.

Sweet Celestia, yes! Take me, use me. Use every part of me! screamed Twilight, as best she could. The tubes down her mouth and throat not only trapped her tongue, but also her vocal cords, rendering any sort of speech impossible. But as orgasm after orgasm ripped through Twilight’s body and mind, she neither noticed nor cared. She was an animal now, a creature of nerve endings and feelings, of instincts and desires. Logic and conscious thought had no place in the creature that had been Twilight Sparkle just then.

Some time later, sentience and reason returned and she came back to herself. Both plugs were still a pleasant fullness within her, but neither they nor her suit was doing anything to actively stimulate her. Twilight still hung in the padded grip of the claw holding her, and her legs dangled limply toward the floor. Flim was still there as well, looking somewhat oddly at her, and Twilight noticed that he had climaxed as well, a fan of ropy white cum lay on the floor between the two of them where he had shot his load not just once, but multiple times, in appreciation of Twilight’s orgasmic surrender.

“Well, 614-Cog,” Flim said, a little out of breath, “that was taken very well. I’m sure my brother and I will be more than happy to offer you some extra ‘work’ in the next few days. But for now, let’s get this wrapped up.” His magic tapped a few controls and Twilight felt pureed food and water enter her stomach to restore her lost energy. Flim then placed some sort of helmet on her head and she could feel him plugging something into it. Once he had done that, Flim tapped another control and the claw holding Twilight began to lift her up and away, likely toward her own alcove. A visor attached to the helmet dropped in front of her eyes, cutting off her vision and a pleasant female voice began to talk in her ears.

“Welcome to Flim Flam Industries. Listen and obey. A good pony obeys. An obedient pony is rewarded. A rewarded pony is a happy pony. Listen and obey. A good pony obeys...”

Some of you may be a little disappointed that Twilight didn't immediately head over to Nightmare Moon's world. But, as I was starting to write this, Her Highness told me that her safety protocols would never allow for the initial test jump to be made to Nightmare Moon's world. No matter how intriguing it is. However, she told me that Nightmare Moon's timeline is definitely on her list of "whens" that she wants to visit.

Huge shout-out to Door Belle, who caught me about to make a classic writing mistake at the last second and then proceeded to edit this chapter with a hammer, a flamethrower and massaged my brain with a Clue by Four.

And no, this is not the end for Twilight. Her story continues.