Despite every part of her body screaming that it wanted the stallion to fill her with his seed, Jasper resisted. The stallion was already thrusting inside her, but Jasper fought against him, rearing up, stomping her hooves, and just generally being a pest. Apparently, it sort of worked, because the stallion quickly shot his seed into her, then dismounted and galloped away.
While Jasper was still reeling from the violation done to her, a warm light washed over her. When it cleared, she was shorter. But still a horse. Then, a bridle and saddle appeared on her. She reared up in shock, only for someone to grab her reins and pull her back down to all four hooves.
"Why did you turn her into a different horse?" asked a voice that Jasper recognized. Jasper turned her head. As she thought, it was her younger brother, Jet! Though she and her older sister Jewel (who had long ago been married to a prince in a far-off kingdom) were the only children of the King and Queen, the King had many children with his enormous harem. Of those children, only two had inherited the familial Royal Red Hair, and thus could be considered in line for the throne: twelve-year-old Jet and six-year-old Jade. Both children were staring at Jasper from atop a dappled gray pony. It was a pony breed Jasper recognized as Witch's Pony. Anya's family bred them.
"Remember how I said that Witch's Ponies move faster with a Witch rider?" asked the man on the pony with Jasper's siblings. The children nodded. "Now, both Yevgeny and I can ride a Witch's Pony so our travel time will be shorter."
"I will take this mare, since Dusty is your own steed," said the man holding Jasper's reins. Jasper looked at him. He and the man on the pony both had blond hair. They were Witches! ...Which the man on the other pony had just said.
But Jasper also recognized Yevgeny. The man was in the Palace Guard. Her heart swelled to see one of the guards helping her defenseless younger siblings escape. Though it did make her worry about her parents.
Nonetheless, Jasper resolved to stay with her siblings and the two Witches. She wanted to keep an eye on them, make sure they were safe. Not to mention, presumably they were traveling to a safe location. This way, Jasper would also be safe.
Jasper stood still as Yevgeny helped Jet onto her back and then climbed on himself.
"What is her name?" asked Jet.
"I do not know."
"I want to name her!" Jet blurted out. He ran his fingers through Jasper's name. "How about...Juniper?"
"Perfect." Yevgeny picked up Jasper, now Juniper's, reins. He looked over at the other man. "Are you ready, my love?"
"You can call me by my name," the other man, apparently Yevgeny's romantic partner, scoffed. Yevgeny laughed.
"Very well. Are you ready, Pyotr?"
"Of course." Pyotr patted Dusty. "As is Dusty. It is good that I was visiting you when this happened. Otherwise we would have needed to do more magic."
Juniper could feel herself getting antsy. Why weren't they leaving? They were all in danger! Quickly, realization dawned on her. The men had to act as though they weren't in mortal peril to keep Jet and Jade from panicking. Begrudgingly, she granted them some respect, but she was still antsy! There were rebels everywhere! And she didn't like the look of desire Dusty was giving her. It made her worried that he was going to try to mount her like the stallion from earlier.
Finally, Yevgeny dug his heels into Juniper's sides. As though she had been trained for this her whole life, her body responded perfectly, surging forward in a gallop.