You see the oiny that is heading to you, it was a filly, yollow colored coat and red mane with a pink bow in it. she stopped and see you with an confused face in her face.
"Uh? a doll? Ah don't remember having a doll." she said while examining you, she is thinking that you're a doll? she grab you with her forehoof and examine you more closely. "It look so real..."
"Apple Bloom?" You talk only to see her surprised, you fall on the flood, it hurt you a little but at least you're now free, you see the yellow filly shocked, she leans to see you more closely.
"You can talk!?"
" Eh yeah, I'm actually..." You trail off thinking about where you come from or anything, she wont believe such thing at all so... you sort of lied or hide the truth "... just shrunken, can you help me?" you hoped that she might help you but... she grins on you and that's no a cute smile, that's a smile "oh no, you're mine" type of smile.
"Well you can help me, first!" She grabs you once again and trots toward the Family's house, going directly to her room, she closed the door and throw you to her bed, you look at her with fear, probarbly she thinks that you're a living doll! or worse... she is no in the right age for... you better no think about it, she got close to you with a Machiavellian smile.
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