-The Get Chapter 8-

- The Get Chapter 8 -

 

Any hope of getting more rest that morning swiftly died. Abruptly plagued with all sorts of aches and stomach troubles, you spend a few gruesome hours running back and forth to the bathroom. It's a foul experience that seems never-ending; only stopping around 9am when everything slowly seems to settle down.

 

You resort to lying completely still in the futon; feeling both cold and shivery, yet positively sweaty. This has to be the absolute worst you've ever felt in recent memory. Was this related to your sudden elaborate food intake? Influx of hormones? As your brain throbbed internally, you just want to sleep. Or die.

 

Feeling this rough even made you throw caution to the wind as you like flat on your back again. There's no concern left in you about mess, you just wish to recover from this horrific flash-fever.

 

Eventually sleep takes you; though it's not proper sleep. You constantly dip in-and-out of dreams, unable to distinguish between them or reality until you awake. Faces of ponies dance in your mind as they all celebrate your cutie mark - they're throwing a cute-ceañera just for you! But no, you don't want that. Waking to see you're still on the floor, your mind drifts off again making you relive your arrival in Ponyville. The world spins inside your head making you feel sick.

 

"Wake up dear! You have a visitor" comes a distant voice. Ignoring it, you turn over groggily.

 

"Come now, it's rude to keep people waiting. Especially an alicorn!"

 

-

 

Alicorn? Alicorn?!

 

The nerves in your brain start firing full-cylinder as you desperately try to escape the tangled grasp of slumber. As you jerk up into a sitting position you briefly forget where you are.

 

"Alicorn?" you repeat rather dazed.

 

From behind Rarity comes a little giggle you recognize instantly, but it only makes your heart sink. It's an alicorn all right, but not -that- alicorn.

 

"Hey Twilight" you sigh, trying to keep as much disappointment out of your voice as possible.

 

"Oh Rarity you shouldn't address me like that! I'm still just Twilight Sparkle" she chuckles modestly. "And who do we have here?"

 

You blink up at her. She knew damn well who you were, hell you'd been drinking tea together for the past week or so.

 

"It's uhm... me, Twilight. Y'know, Mr. Poster?"

 

Instantly after speaking you regret ever opening your mouth. Twilight's eyes instantly expand at your words as she poorly hides her euphoric glee.

 

"Rarity was right, you DO sound so elegant now! This is the coolest thing ever! Should I call you Ms. Poster from now on?"

 

Blood flows to your face as your self-awareness gets the better of you.

 

"No" comes your weak reply. Was Twilight trying to come across as a dominant Princess-type again? Well you certainly knew what would dethrone her moment of pride.

 

"Did Celestia reply to my letter yet?"

 

Success. Twilight quickly breaks eye contact.

 

"No... she's not replied yet..."

 

You figured as much.

 

-

 

 

"But don't Spike's letters get there instantly? Surely Celestia has read it by now!"

 

Twilight frowns at your rather irate tone.

 

"That's Princess Celestia, Mr. Poster. You should honor her title. And yes, Spike's letters are pretty much instant. I suppose she's been too busy with royal duties to reply."

 

This wasn't the answer you wanted, but just as you started getting worked up your head gives a painful throb. The discomfort causes you to slowly lie back.

 

"Are you alright dear? You're still looking frightfully pale." Rarity's concerned voice comes from somewhere in the distance, far away from your mind.

 

"I don't..." you begin, but at the sudden feeling of the world spinning violently, you go silent.

 

"I'll go get you some water. Twilight, please keep an eye on her for me!"

 

With the sound of a door creaking closed, you open a blearily eye to investigate. Your eyes are greeted with purple as Twilight leans over you.

 

"You're not looking to great there, buddy. Mind if I take a look?"

 

Before you get to protest, Twilight's horn shines casting glittering light onto your chest. The familiar tingling sensation of a 9-volt battery wasn't comfortable as you struggle.

 

"Well this is most strange. It seems the magic stored in your body has essentially doubled since I last checked. Wasn't that only a few days ago?"

 

Finding your voice, you speak up

 

"It was, and I even stopped ingesting magic-orientated foods and everything."

 

"Ah" comes Twilight's sympathetic tone.

 

-

 

"What's the matter?" you say as anxiety begins to eat at you.

 

"Well, Rarity told me you were eating less lately..." Twilight begins in a rather thoughtful tone.

 

"And...?"

 

"In all honesty, I think you were starving yourself, weren't you? Applejack mentioned to me that you weren't accepting any of her cooking, and I myself noticed you didn't actually drink the tea that Spike poured for you."

 

The all-too-familiar shame of feeling like a misbehaving child came flooding back. Why can't you just make your own choices without feeling guilt?

 

Twilight looks away from you, as though the sight of you was unpleasant.

 

"I'm sure you're aware of this, but if you starve the body for a while and then suddenly start eating again... Your body starts storing more food as fat because it doesn't know if it'll be starved again."

 

Oh dear, you can see where this is going.

 

"If you've started eating today, then that's likely why you feel rough. You're probably not used to having this kind of influx of magic, so it's making you ill. I'll wear off in a few hours though. Although..." Twilight trails off.

 

"I didn't know it could make you bleed..."

 

Bleed? Oh, right. The lilac futon had once again fallen victim to you.

 

"Err, Ignore that. Twilight, could you please get hold of Celestia? I really really want to see her. It's urgent."

 

Twilight looks crestfallen at your request, but nods.

 

"I'll try my best, though you can't exactly order meetings with a Princess so easily."

 

-

 

At that moment Rarity returns with a glass of water; clumsily trying to tip it into your mouth in a what she seemed to think was a motherly fashion. After spilling half of it down your chin, you grab the glass rather nettled.

 

"Thanks Rarity, I feel better already. What are you two doing today?" your feeble attempt at conversation.

 

"I think I'm going to spend most of today visiting my friends!" Twilight exclaims, puffing herself up. "I've not seen Rainbow or Pinkie for a while. We might even organize a cute-ceañera for a certain somepony..."

 

You roll your eyes at this. Who hasn't Rarity told?

 

"No." comes your dull reply. Twilight giggles, Rarity joining in. You're -so- glad they're getting such a kick out of this.

 

"And what about you? Are you going to visit Applejack this afternoon?" Rarity asks failing to disguise her tone of disapproval.

 

As much as you'd like to, you don't feel well enough to go anywhere at the moment. It pains you because now that you had a voice again you'd actually be able to hold conversations with Applejack. It'd been absolutely agonizing listening to her one-sided monologues and not being able to reply or comfort her. If only her best friends knew how she truly felt.

 

"I don't think I'll be able to. I think I'll sleep today off."

 

"Sounds splendid, you need to rest up." Rarity agrees. A few minutes later she departs the room with Twilight.

 

With nothing else to do but sleep, you get comfy; noticing something wrapped in brown paper.

 

-

 

You eye up what appears to be a brown envelope lying on the floor. At least it looks like an envelope, it was difficult to make out in the mild sunlight slithering through the curtain. As you start to squint your vision it suddenly all comes back to you; didn't Twilight give you something like this the other day? You vaguely remember...  though didn't she say you were to open it later? Well, now's later.

 

Sluggishly you lean forwards and rather pathetically stretch your arms towards the mysterious package. Like hell were you getting up and walking over there when you still feel like you're at sea. By pure skill you manage to trap a corner of the envelope under your finger allowing you enough grip to pull in your papery prey.

 

Funny, why was this on the floor now? In truth you had completely forgotten about it at the time due to Applejack's blues and Rarity's confession. As you sit up properly envelope fully in your grasp a faint memory surfaces of you stuffing it in the dressing gown. Well if you were hiding it you did a good job considering this room is tiny and empty.

 

Without any further delay you slit open the top and pour the contents into your lap. With a groan, you see it's all old newspaper clippings. C'mon Twilight, just because you like text doesn't mean everyone does. Most of the clippings are wrinkled and yellowed with the largest looking fairly fresh.

 

With mild interest you unfold the largest reading the headline:

 

"4TH POSTER WELCOMED TO EQUESTRIA"

 

-

 

Huh. Okay Twilight, you win. You do want to read this text. Your eyes instantly scan for the article column.

 

"Yesterday Princess Celestia formally announced to the public that a 4th Poster has arrived in Equestria making it the 2nd to arrive this year. Much like their predecessors the Poster has already chosen the pony who will serve as a mentor during their time here. In this case young entrepreneur and fashion designer Rarity from small town Ponyville was chosen; becoming the 2nd mentor from that area. The events echo that of last year when the 1st Poster arrived historically in Equestria during Summer. While it's still unclear where these Posters come from or what they are doing here, it's speculated that... [turn to page 3]"

 

Instinctively you try to turn to page 3. It's not there. This is only the outer cover of the newspaper. What? No! You can't be left hanging there! This was so unbelievably frustrating.

 

Completely riled at this abrupt end you flip the paper back over to re-read the front page, this time noticing the monochrome photo. Oh hey, it's of you and Celestia during your Ponyville arrival. There she is trotting majestically and smiling at the crowd while you stand behind her in your trusty dressing gown looking like an utter pleb. It's not a brilliant picture of you as you cower behind Celestia but it really puts your body changes in perspective. That height, those shoulders... gone. It hits you hard, and before you know it tears prickle your eyes.

 

-

 

"Oh man up" you grumble rubbing an annoyed fist into your eye. This wasn't the time to get upset as there's still loads of other clippings to read. Casting the article about your arrival aside you quickly glimpse the other headlines.

 

"FRIEND OR FOE? NEW SENTIENT LIFE DISCOVERED IN CANTELROT"

 

"CELESTIA: NEW CREATURE NOT A THREAT"

 

"POSTERS IN EQUESTRIA: THEIR CHOICE TO BE HERE"

 

"BREAKING NEWS: NEW POSTER TO BE MENTORED BY FAMOUS DJ"

 

You get the gist of it; Twilight had certainly done her homework here. Picking up the yellowest newspaper clipping first, you scan the image. There's Celestia giving some kind of speech with a rather serious expression, next to her is a teenager who couldn't have been anymore than 16. Is that Sam? Was he really an underage b&? Wonder if AJ's seen this picture...

 

Briefly skimming the article it vaguely explains Sam's arrival with "Expert's" theories as to why he was there. The article has a rather negative tone which is tip-toeing on border-line racism. It's pretty funny seeing an outside view of the human race though. "Strange looking Ape"

 

It seems the 2nd Poster's arrival caused quite a stir at the time due to interfering with the famous DJ PON-3's career. You think back to the Vinyl Scratch Get and try to imagine how awkward that would have been for the Poster. A small grin turns your lips at the thought of not being alone in this fucked up mess anymore. These little clippings finally proved you weren't unique.

 

-

 

The biggest surprise in this flood of info was the 3rd Poster who turned out to be an actual girl. Like naturally and everything, not the freak you were. It's a weird thought; you just assumed it was only guys hanging around that board posting weird-ass things. Thinking back, the 15mil Get was probably obtained by accident... something about a classy pony thread? It's all so foggy now. That must have been a nasty shock.

 

Despite the horror of all these anonymous posters being ripped from their lives and subjected to this world you can't help feeling glad. You're not alone, though two questions now remain: What happened to these other Posters? And where are they now? You'd love to meet and talk to someone from Earth again, just to laugh off this crazy pony world.

 

A small part of you can't ignore the obvious truth; a truth that burns painfully when you think about it. If Twilight gave you only a month until you finished changing that'd surely mean the other Posters would already be ponies by now. Hell you could have walked right passed them in the streets of Canterlot or Ponyville and not noticed. This raises another question: If you were originally a Poster, wouldn't you want to greet a new one? Perhaps warn them in some way?

 

You scratch your head. There's no answers here unless you go and interview a mentor pony. Temptation raises to go see AJ before... yeah, you promised Big Mac not to mention it. You didn't want to reopen old wounds; or disappoint Big Mac.

 

-

 

After spending a half-hour viewing the old photos and reading the silly articles, you swiftly collect all the newspaper clippings up and neatly fold them back into the envelope. Leaning forward you slot them neatly next to the mirror opposite you. That was a rather uplifting reading session which you'll need to thank Twilight for. As you took a sip of water and close your eyes for rest you could already see her know-it-all face saying "reading isn''t that bad". She truly is Celestia's student.

 

As you nudge your covers into the hard floor to get comfortable you cast your thoughts to Celestia. So she'd met every Poster, introduced them to the public and let them be "reborn"? What kind of sick show was she running? Although seeing the pictures of other humans had certainly elevated your mood, it didn't exactly cull the whole ludicrous and disturbing nature of everything. Maybe she was deliberately ignoring your letter knowing you had these questions likely leaving you to find out for yourself.

 

Thinking about Celestia only succeeds in getting you worked up, so instead you try and imagine the awkward moment when other shitposters had arrived in Equestria. The words "The 2nd Poster's arrival left quite a few stains" play again in your brain.

 

Sleep settles fast as your body desperately tries to recharge itself. Dreams play groggily in your mind about Posters, guys and making out. Barely any times passes before you're awoken by a rather new sensation in your nethers.

 

-

 

Oh god, what's this feeling? Blood was flowing down to... that area, but now in a completely new way. Shiftily you look to the room's door to check if it's indeed closed; thankfully the coast is clear with no sounds coming from outside. So Rarity wasn't back yet?

 

Well, it IS your body, is it not? Besides, wasn't Rarity saying you should be more lady-like? Well this probably isn't what she meant but it's not something you could do as a male; that totally makes it lady-like.

 

The thin curtains glow red from the sinking sun; your hand slowly mimicking by sinking over your lower stomach. Surely it couldn't hurt to just have a quick feel. This swelling sensation was new and totally alien to you, and yet it clearly got across its intentions. You want to feel satisfied.

 

As your fingers stroke over your new flat plains you shiver slightly, noticing with your free hand that your left nipple is stiffening up. Feeling these womanly sensations is so degrading to your masculine ego yet you don't want to stop.

 

Smoothly guiding a soft, warm palm over your hairless pubis; sudden intuition makes your knees part. Shortening breaths escape your wet mouth as a fingers curve over your crotch to explore the new erogenous zone that was emanating such heat. You are greeted with strange puffiness in the skin as everything was engorging. The male part of your brain starts getting turned-on by this female physique promoting clear signs of sexual arousal. It creates a rather vicious cycle for you.

-

 

In your rather dismal Earth-life you'd never fully explored this zone on the poor girls you'd dated; usually only caring if you got off and then sleeping soundly afterwards. You regret this way of life more than ever now though as your trembling fingers helplessly clamber over the top of your folds. Eventually your index finger parts its way through; though due to impatience you accidentally poke your sensitive spot with more force than intended. With a gasp you dramatically flinch at the intense jolt that passes through your lower body. It's such an intense feeling that it's practically short of uncomfortable.

 

Gently guiding a finger over the tip of your vulva, you hastily try to rediscover the area that made you react so unwillingly. How can something that's swollen and warm be so hard to pinpoint? Dipping a fingertip under what you assumed was your clitoral hood, sweet satisfaction greets you as you find the spot.

 

Shifting another eye to the door just to confirm it was closed; you hesitantly begin to rub - There's no coming back from this.

 

As your finger makes careful contact, the texture of your fingertip instantly teases. Trying to get a feel and flow for the motions you already feel a strange sensation building up. It's slightly reminiscent of rubbing the head of your junk as a guy but much more concentrated. As the massaging gets a bit bolder a tingling spreads all around your crotch; not just concentrating at the stimulated area like you had expected. Embracing it all, your head is thrown back.

 

-

 

Getting lost in the moment your eyes clothes as you try to focus on these sensations. Wanting to avoid your lower hole for now you continue slipping a finger over your engorged clit. It feels unbelievable with each stroke making your knees weaken, sending radiating waves of pleasure through your perineum. Softly you start to tenderly caress your left breast as it longed for attention. Doing so adds a new thrill to the experience only succeeding in making you hornier. Yeah, you were totally masturbating as girl now and yet you didn't care; the point of no return had long been passed.

 

As you begin stroking in rhythmical circles short, dry moans effortlessly escape your lips. The sound of aroused female just made the whole situation hotter as you realize you were getting off to yourself... getting off. This voice may sound stupid in your opinion, but damn it sounds so erotic at the moment. Trying to not to be too loud you bite down on your bottom lip still continuing to embrace your new-found femininity.

 

Eventually the delicate fondling builds up to a point where you're gagging for release. Knees trembling; ass shaking; hand hot and sweaty; breath escaping in short pants; you silently beg for climax. The buildup gets too much causing a numbing in your legs. Internally you can feel your vagina walls begging for a cock; and don't even feel ashamed as you imagine it. Using a free hand to tease your folds you decide it's time to test the waters. Why stop now?

 

-

 

Inserting a slippy finger internally feels surprisingly good, if not a little bit gross. All the arousal had caused your engorged privates to moisten nicely; allowing you to ease in gently. With your middle finger you start to stimulate an in-and-out motion while stroking the rough texture on the roof of your vagina. It feels so weird to have something entering you from that position and spread skin that shouldn't spread, but you don't want it to stop. It's a different sensation entirely from rubbing your clit and when stimulated at the same time the combination feels nothing short of godly. You could get seriously addicted to this delightful pleasuring experience.

 

A sudden tremble takes hold of your whole body; it starts spreading from your waist upwards drawing out goosebumps. The sheer pleasure to your male brain was causing you to unwillingly seize up. Dammit, you're so close to release! But... rubbing faster and teasing your folds doesn't seem to help anymore. Actually it feels as if your clit has gone... has it receded into its hood? Getting frustrated, you force it to play longer. Before you know it, rubbing feels way too intense to the point of not being pleasurable. No, No! You were getting so close and so into it...

 

Heart sinking slightly, it was time to stop. Your clit tingles rather angrily no longer enjoying being touched or poked. What the hell happened? Was that the release? No, that couldn't be an orgasm. You won't be beaten by female genitalia!

 

-

 

Restarting the circle motions on your clit, you try and withstand the intense feeling. It's tough task as you feel nerves burning internally. Just as you start to feel chafing, an unwilling jerk causes you to squirt into the futon. Ew God. Okay, this is a sign to stop.

 

Basking in both excitement and disappointment you mindlessly stare up to the ceiling - That felt truly, utterly amazing. If only you had have climaxed... even without release it still felt miles better than any faps you had as a guy.

 

Heart still racing, it takes you a few moments to remember where the hell you are; spending the last 20 minutes or so on another planet. Reality eventually comes crashing down as you notice the absolute mess you've made. Okay you'll really need to wash this futon before anyone sees the stains of animalistic lust.

 

As you sit up and briskly grab a sock to clean yourself like the classy fuck you were, the perverted side of you longs to continue "exploring". Fighting this urge is hard, but you decide in the end that physically you are too worn to continue. Now is washing/eating time hopefully before anyone twigs at what you were just doing.

 

After folding up the futon sheets neatly and sorting them in Rarity's laundry room it's time to prepare some food. Thankfully the sickness of the day seems to have left you, though the concept of eating solid food is makes you weary.

 

Opening the fridge, you can't help eyeing the dandelion salad lying on the top shelf...

 

-

 

As inviting as the glistening green salad looked you weren't fooled; recalling the horrid bitter taste of your first dandelion sandwich was bad enough. Bending down further the fridge drawer offers your favorite classic Equestrian food: Fruit. It's just so easy to prepare and involves no cleaning up at all; completely perfect for your lazy state of mind at the moment.

 

Taking a hearty bite from the succulent apple now in your grip, you steadily taking a seat at the kitchen table. Your mind start to buzz in relation to the lewd acts you had just partaken and it doesn't take long until the emotion start setting in.

 

Okay, so one thing was clear: You enjoyed it. As shameful, submissive and dirty as it made you feel, it really was a wonderful experience. Was it okay to just accept it? Clinging to your male identity was all you had left and now even that was under fire as you inflicted feminine pleasure onto yourself. Hell, who even were you now? What was left to your life in all honesty?

 

What worried you most about your current situation was the potential reality you were losing your mind bit-by-bit. Had Twilight mentioned it in the past? You can't remember, but without your personality or memories then who would you be? Certainly not yourself. Was your new sensitive side due to hormones or due to deeper mental changes?

 

The chunk of apple being chewed had long since been reduced to mush, as deep in thought you mindlessly grind your teeth together.

 

-

 

Continuing down this train of thought for some time, uterus cramps, doom and gloom distract you from the tinkle of the shop bell. Only the gentle trots on the hard floor make you look up. Rarity's standing there watching you with a raised eyebrow.

 

"Finally decide to start the day then?" she teases.

 

You hesitate your reply, not sure if you were happy or upset at this moment. Rarity waits for a response, but when it's clear you're staying silent she continues.

 

"Well that aside, we have a guest!" she proclaims, turning her head towards the door. There, awkwardly attacking the doormat with her hooves, is Applejack. Well this certainly is a surprise.

 

"Howdy y'all" comes the familiar tone as she blunders into the kitchen. She turns to Rarity suppressing a smile

 

"Honestly, my hooves are just dandy! I don't see why ya gotta go all OCD on me you hygiene-Queen!"

 

"Oh Applejack, it's just manners to clean your muddy hooves when you enter another's home. Where you raised in a barn? ...Actually, don't answer that."

 

The two ponies giggle at each other, apparently used to this shit-flinging banter.

 

"Hey there Champ" AJ calls to you, "Rarity said I had to come over because you had a surprise for me."

 

You scowl slightly, not really wanting to be put on the spot when you're feeling vulnerable.

 

"Yeah? Which surprise was that?" you say trying to sound cool and collected. You knew damned well it was going to be your voice though.

 

-

 

Interestingly Applejack's reaction was not like Rarity's or Twilight's. She doesn't unleash a gleeful smile and praise you, in fact she looks slightly... disappointed?

 

"Oh hey y'all got yer voice back." AJ's tone isn't massively convincing, and sure enough, "Uhm, at least, you got a voice back. This doesn't sound like you - where's your usual gruff tone?"

 

Your eyes sink to the floor. Well at least she's honest; you already knew your new voice was dumb and wasn't 'yours'. It still did sting for someone to finally admit it though. Rarity's sharp intake of breath signifies her dismay at Applejack's blunt honesty.

 

"Sorry to disappoint you AJ, I can guarantee this voice wasn't my intention." you eventually voice up.

 

"I didn't mean it in a bad way!" AJ begins looking flustered, "I'm just used to your more male, deep tones is all."

 

If only she chose her words better, you were having enough gender identity issues at the moment as it was. An awkward silence falls in the kitchen as no one really wanted to continue this conversation, least of all you.

 

"Well, I invited Applejack around tonight to join in on our board-game fun! It would be nice to have a 3rd player in our Manepoly sessions!" Rarity pipes up trying to deflate the tension.

 

"Sounds like fun," you say truthfully, "though I have some things to attend to at the moment. Maybe in a bit?" You still needed to recover your washed futon and deal with pressing feminine hygiene issues.

 

-

 

Briskly leaving the kitchen and taking shelter in the utility room you quickly collect the futon sheets; at the same time collecting a freshly-cleaned pair of socks - though with no intention of putting them on your feet. Arms full of washing you give a little forced smile to Rarity and AJ as you bolt past them upstairs, hurriedly slipping into the bathroom. It's time to clean up and frantically dispose of the sock you had been using to absorb your flow. It could probably be washed but it was too gross to contemplate at the moment. It may be natural body functions for a female, but it wasn't natural to you at all.

 

The only logical place to dispose of this soiled-sock is down the toilet. You hope to sweet Celestia that the plumbing systems in Equestria were up to scratch as you begin hastily flushing the sock down. Doesn't seem to clog so that's a win in your book.

 

Re-sheeting the futon you can't help but notice at what a dismal cleaning job you've done. The sheets - while clean - feel all stale and starched with some darkened spots still visible. Maybe you'll swallow your pride and speak to Rarity about it later, but you don't wasn't discuss lady-things in front of AJ - you don't want to degrade her opinion of you further.

 

"So, Manepoly?" you try saying with false enthusiasm. "Have you guys ate today?"

 

"We got something to eat at Twilight's; Fluttershy, Pinkie and RD were there too. Shame you didn't feel up to it this morning, they were all asking for you."

 

-

 

While you doubted that anyone was asking for you, you give a weak smile attempting to seem appreciative of this concern.

 

"We had a little lunch together which was simply divine - Fluttershy and Pinkie are both great at preparing food - and then I invited dear Applejack over as I just knew she would be thrilled to hear of your recovery." Rarity continues.

 

At this you turn round to Applejack who is digging a nervous hoof into the floor, looking slightly embarrassed. Well if there was one pony who did care, you knew it would be AJ.

 

"Thanks for visiting me, I'm sorry I can't help at the farm today" you begin.

 

"Aww shucks, it's fine. We're taking the evenin' off anyway as Big Mac has to build the new cart we bought. Besides, a hard workin' earth pony has to let her hair down some time!"

 

Playing a board game isn't exactly your idea of "letting your hair down", but you go along with it. Anything to make AJ happy.

 

You clear a space on the table as Rarity levitates the game's box off a shelf. Setting the game up a sudden thought occurs:

 

"I take it you know how to play, AJ?"

 

AJ gives a short chuckle. "Darn tootin'. Y'all gonna get smoked like a barn on fire. I've been conducting business for years what with apple sellin' n' all, so this will be a piece of pie."

 

"Just because you can run a business doesn't mean you're good at this game" you say with a sly look towards Rarity. It's probably for the best she didn't hear you; apparently too engrossed in shaking dice.

 

-

 

With the game set up it's decided Applejack can go first - guest's privilege. It's a slow start as everyone is easy-going to each other, but after an hour all pretense is thrown out the window as it starts getting dangerously competitive. With practically each square owned with property on it, each throw of the dice is a death sentence. It doesn't take long before it's clear this is a game between you and AJ; Rarity was just being a too generous and picky by going for the most rarest and glamorous of spaces.

 

"You landed on Manehatten Place, that'll 400,000 bits please Rarity." It's hard to disguise your joy as Rarity nears bankruptcy. She lets out a little whine "But I need that money! I won it in beauty contest!"

 

AJ wasn't playing fairly anymore, being a stubborn trader and rather relentless bill-chaser. She now owned all utility spaces which, by some glorious luck, you kept missing. A thick atmosphere starts to brew in the kitchen as it's plainly clear AJ doesn't like losing. You weren't going down without a fight either.

 

Grasping the dice and scattering them with relish you graciously get two 6's. Doubles. Dubs. Your knee jerks slightly. Ignoring it, you pinch the tiny dragon which represents you and swiftly land one space after AJ's cloud works. You let out a low sigh while AJ bangs a hoof down in frustration.

 

"You're always so lucky at this game." Rarity nods at you seemingly impressed.

 

"Heh. Well with my mess of a life now, I need some form of luck."

 

-

 

At these words AJ stops shaking the dice between her hooves, giving you a stern look.

 

"What do you mean you need some form of luck? Y'all are very VERY lucky."

 

There's a tiny little hint of hostility in her tone which makes you falter slightly. The frustration and competitive nature of the game was certainly getting a grip on AJ, but it seemed to be making her irritable.

 

"I'm sorry AJ, what do you mean?" you say trying to sound innocent; you were curious to hear what was on her mind.

 

There's a pause in which AJ sizes you up.

 

"Ah mean you've been plenty lucky, s'all." Now she won't meet your eyes.

 

"...Lucky in relation to the game? I certainly haven't had much luck outsid-" you're interrupted by another hoof being banged on the table making both Rarity and you flinch. AJ looked furious now.

 

"Yes, ya HAVE been lucky. Ya've made friends, ya've been fed and given a place to stay, y'all at least know what the future holds!"

 

Her raised voice makes your chest constrict; but as your breath quickens you don't lose resolve. You aren't backing down.

 

"And what does any of that mean? If I was so lucky I wouldn't be in Equestria in the first place!"

 

After saying that though... wasn't it extremely lucky you even got the 20 millionth post? Disregarding this niggling thought, you rise in your chair.

 

"Sure I may have gained friends, but I've still lost much more. I couldn't even begin to dream what the future holds. I'm in constant danger of losing myself!" you argue.

 

-

 

Applejack's anger is poorly disguised as she storms off her seat onto all fours.

 

"But you're not the first to go through this! You're incredibly lucky to know what to expect and to have SUPPORT from your friends!" AJ practically bellows at you.

 

What the hell was she even saying? How could playing a board game make anyone this mad? This was Rarity-tier drama, the kind you'd never ever expect from someone as mellow as Applejack. Rarity herself looks mortified at what's happening.

 

"I'm lucky to know that I'm a time bomb? Is that what you're saying?" Fuck, your vision is flooding with unwanted tears.

 

To your surprise Rarity rushes to your aid by putting a forehoof around your waist; giving Applejack an disapproving glare.

 

"AJ what's gotten into you?!" Rarity stammers, "It was just an idle comment!"

 

Letting out an aggressive snort, AJ's stance doesn't change.

 

"Be thankful that once y'all do turn it won't be completely unexpected. Be thankful that we - that is to say I - have experience in this, so I will know what's going on and will be able to aid y'all in your weakest hour."

 

Realizing she's make a scene, AJ turns on the spot and tilts her hat forward.

 

"I'm leavin'"

 

Body trembling, eyes blinded with unfallen tears, your puny brain attempts to understand what was happening. Why was AJ angry you knew your fate? Why'd she say she'd have experience of your weakest hour? Why is she so up-tight about you feeling miserable? Unless...

 

"Is that what happened to Sam?"

 

-

 

At your words Applejack stops dead in her stride. In your mind, this is confirmation that your theory is right.

 

"...How do you know that name?" comes her dead tone.

 

Shit. You were already regretting speaking about this forbidden topic, but in the heat of the moment it just slipped out. As much as it pained to admit, part of you wanted to get back at Applejack; to hurt her emotionally for her sudden attack on you. You used the only ammunition you had with such power. Were you becoming a manipulative bitch now too?

 

You stay silent, not wanting to reply to AJ. In any case, the damage was done.

 

"Selfish." Comes Applejack's final word. Then without as much as a sideways glance, AJ promptly trots out the Boutique; breaking into a hard gallop towards the night.

 

"Applejack wait!" you and Rarity call in unison getting up and rushing to the door; only to be answered with the shop bell's pitiful tinkle as it shuts.

 

"...What just happened?" Rarity whispers putting emphasis on each word.

 

"I... don't know" comes your soft reply.

 

Lip trembling and heart thumping, you uncomfortably retake the chair you had just vacated. What DID just happen? Okay, so playing competitive games can bring out the worst sides in people, but why did the loathing of your current life trigger anger in Applejack? Were you being selfish? Resting your head in your hands you begin to analyze your attitude and behavior.

 

-

 

Time to list the facts: You admit your Earth life was pretty dull. Menial job; social life had died out; hadn't seen family for months; all your friends were moving on with their girlfriends; people from school were having kids left right and center. It wasn't what it could be, but that was your life and your choices. You enjoyed the illusion of being in control, and while you didn't do much with your life, you had the peace of mind that you -could- do something with it if you so desired. The problem with life now was that you had no control.

 

Was 'selfish' really an accurate term? When you arrived in Equestria you just went with the flow. You did what Celestia told you was going to happen and attempted to make the most of your new situation. Rarity's attitude towards you mixed with unstable emotion drew you away from settling in, feeling constantly uptight and on edge. Over time though you learned to accept the hospitality the ponies had given you; though it's not like you really had an alternative. Essentially, you don't want to be here, but it doesn't mean you don't appreciate everyone else's efforts. Why couldn't AJ understand that?

 

"Should we go after her?" Rarity questions while nervously peeking out the window.

 

"No." you say flatly. "I'll... visit her tomorrow. Give her time to cool off. I guess we won't be playing anymore Manepoly with her..." you try and inject some humor into the situation. Rarity just gives you a reproachful look.

 

-

 

"Now I'm not taking sides dear, but maybe you should try not being so miserable and just accept that what's happening IS happening. We all know Applejack had an unsettling experience when she was mentoring, I get the impression she doesn't want to see it happen with you."

 

Heaving a great sigh you turn to face Rarity.

 

"Weren't you saying just the other day you were jealous of us? There's just no understanding the thought process of you ponies..." you groan, pulling a rather frustrated face to Rarity. "Look, for what it's worth, I'm beginning to like it here. If I try blocking out all that stuff Twilight's said I can get by semi-comfortably. Then again, put yourself in my shoes, Rarity. Would you like to become a stallion? Or become another species? Like a pig or a cow?"

 

It's almost comical at how Rarity's face crumples at your words. Clearly she hadn't thought of it this way.

 

"But... that's different! I'm already a pony, and you got to become a fabulous lady! It simply wouldn't be possible for a mare to become a... stallion," she gives a shudder, "Speaking of which..."

 

Rarity turns around to enter one of the side workrooms, leaving you to form a rebuttal in your head to her previous ludicrous statement. Returning with her face glowing she levitates some silky clothes onto the table.

 

"And these are?" Though you already knew.

 

"These are new clothes I designed for you earlier while you were sleeping!"

 

Taking one look at the lace...

 

"Hell no."

 

-

 

Laid out before was a small array of lace lingerie panties alongside a matching corset. Rarity raises an eyebrow at your response, but deciding you don't want to instigate more anger, you back down.

 

Picking up the red panties from the top of the pile you hold them for an investigation against the light.

 

"I uh... they're uh..." you stutter. The creative design and build quality of the garment was indisputable, you can't help feel seriously impressed as you admire the little apples in the lace; Grade-A craft-ship from Rarity. On the flip side, wouldn't be caught dead wearing these on your body. Ever. Even just holding female garments made you feel like a massive pervert; a somewhat comforting feeling proving the male inside you is still going strong.

 

"They're beautiful Rarity, you've really out-done yourself."

 

Soaking up your compliment, Rarity blushes. "Oh my, it's simply nothing. I used your measurements and tried to make them as accurate as I could to your body form. They should provide proper support in the most needing areas and are easily washable too. I used my special fruit-pattern lace because I just know how much you adore fruit!"

 

Adding personal aspects to your clothes? You feel somewhat flattered, though...

 

"Why red? Seems a bit... risqué..."

 

"Why, to match your hair!" Rarity smiles.

 

"My hair? Do brown and red go together?" you say running an idle hand through your scalp. Rarity frowns slightly.

 

-

 

"Brown? Your hair's not been brown for a few days, you have red hair now!"

 

"WHAT?"

 

At these words you hurriedly consult one of the Boutique's many mirrors. Oh god, you're a ginger!

 

"I'M A GINGER!" you wail at Rarity. "How come I didn't notice this before?! Why didn't you SAY SOMETHING?"

 

"How could you not notice!? It's your own mane! A mare's mane is her life! I assumed that since you didn't mention it you didn't want to discuss it!"

 

"To assume makes an ass out of 'u' and 'me', Rarity!" you retort.

 

It takes a few moments for the shock to run its course. Why oh why did it have to be ginger? Was this some cruel punishment for those ginger kids you used to laugh at in school? Making matters worse, it reminded you of an ex-girlfriend who you constantly teased for being ginger. Rather awkwardly you recall texting the pet name "ginger pubes" to her on a frequent basis before splitting up. Was this the ultimate karma?

 

"Calm down dear! Honestly you look absolutely wonderful with your new hair color, it really brings out your luscious brown eyes."

 

You whimper slightly; these "compliments" only make you feel worse about yourself.

 

"I can't be ginger and have brown eyes! That's like... against the law!"

 

Wisely ignoring your rambles, Rarity brings a forehoof to her chin in a thoughtful way.

 

"Considering I only cut your hair the other day, it's really grown back at an astonishing rate. Let me guess, you haven't noticed that either?"

 

"...I avoid the mirror these days"

 

-

 

This one you had slightly noticed, but had chosen to mainly ignore. You denial logic made you believe that pony shampoo makes your hair thicker or some shit, causing your hair to take longer to wash each day.

 

"Honestly. We're going to need to have a lady-to-lady chat about appearances. Hair brushing, makeup, maybe even perfume-"

 

"Nope, not interested" you butt-in. You didn't have patience for all this feminization talk.

 

"Well you're going to need to embrace it at some point if you want to become a pony that everypony should know." Rarity gives a little sniff.

 

Did that truly reflect what you wanted? Well, the idea of being accepted is nice, but does it really need such drastic measures? Isn't there just pony bars where you can meet people or something? Or better yet: pony internet?

 

"I still don't know what I want. I'm a woman now, I'm bad at making choices!" you say with a wry smile. Rarity looks offended by your rather sexist remark.

 

"Look Rarity, I'll accept what happens when it happens. What's the point preparing for the future if it comes gradually anyway?"

 

Rarity pulls a sigh. "It IS your choice dear, just don't forget I'm here if you change your mind."

 

"I won't," you reply as you scoop up your new, rather questionable clothes. As if you were ever going to wear them... maybe once, to please Rarity.

 

"I think we should call it a night. Without Applejack we can't continue our game, and in all honesty I don't want to now I know I'm selfish."

 

-

 

It was a deliberate statement on your part; you wanted Rarity to confirm that in-fact you weren't selfish or a terrible person at all. She trots over to you and looks straight at your face with her massive eyes.

 

"What's been said has been said. Like I mentioned earlier, I'm not taking sides because I don't want to hurt either of my friends." Great, so much for Poster-Mentor privileges.

 

"Alright. I'm off to bed then; I'll get up early tomorrow and see if Applejack's cooled off."

 

"Sounds like a plan. Good night then, dear."

 

Swiftly you depart the kitchen, wanting to be alone. At the top of the stairs with your new lace garments folded in your arms, you realize you didn't even say thanks to Rarity for making them. Your ears burn at your rudeness, but it was too late now; the moment had passed.

 

The darkness in your room is welcoming, casting a blanket over reality. This was all too much - all these high-strung  females (yourself included) trying to get along, but always getting upset over something. Admittedly you had baited Applejack and you did feel awful about it now. At the time though... you got lost in the anger of the moment. Controlling emotions was a skill you took for granted, and as it waned you were certainly suffering for it.

 

Feeling sorry for yourself, you prepare for bed with the usual bathroom visit. Cleaning yourself up best you could and having a last dismal look at your ginger hair, you retire to your room for the night. Ginger. Of all colors.

 

-

 

Re-sheeting and attempting to snuggle into the itchy, poorly-washed futon, the cramps in your lower abdomen return. The new sock pressed into your boxers is uncomfortable but you don't have any other alternatives. You'll need to make some new socks tomorrow... this was the 3rd one to be ruined today.

 

Everything at the moment felt eternally miserable, like happiness was a concept you'd never experience again. Out of the corner of your eye you catch sight of the shiny cowboy boots Applejack had kindly given to you. Your stomach begins to burn with guilt; you should have ran after her. Then again, you didn't want to receive a buck to the chest.

 

Wallowing in all this angst, a sneaky part of you wants to explore your "femininity" again. After some mild feeling around you just can't get into the right frame of mind; too much worry and stress is distracting you and as you hear Rarity call "Night" from beyond the door, you decide to play it safe.

 

The darkness makes you feel reflective; was Applejack's "selfish" comment really true? Regardless, it had wormed its way into your brain and was laying seeds of doubt. It was typical, as soon as you're able to communicate again you instantly fall out with her.

 

Loneliness begins to enclose around you... or were these more selfish feelings? Technically you're not alone, but you feel alone. There is a difference, and it's a void you used to fill with the internet. Now though your only solace was stroking a grumpy, fat white cat.

 

-

 

For the first time in recent memory, you have a decent night's sleep. As the rooster loudly introduces the morning to Ponyville, you vigorously leap out of bed feeling able to take the day full-on. Blazing through the morning shower and promptly dressing - ignoring the lace lingerie - you slide down the stairs and start attacking the fridge to cure your hunger.

 

The list for today: Visit Apple Acres and apologize; Make more socks; Anything else to be useful. Being the 3rd day since your rude vaginal awakening, you were feeling better about yourself. Biologically everything seemed to be slowing down; your boobs weren't hurting as much and you didn't feel fat anymore. Yeah, you were getting new insecurities now too.

 

Just as Rarity descends the stairs with a yawn, you've already got one foot out the door - you were eager to make amends, and fast. Rarity understands, waving you on your merry way. Dashing through Ponyville doesn't take long at all, and as you ignore the bewildered stares from passing ponies, you arrive at your destination.

 

It was still very early in the day, but you were sure Applejack or someone from her family would be awake. Sure enough, you see Big Mac pulling a freshly painted cart. Now's your chance as you leap over the fence and head towards him.

 

"Big Mac!" you call, panting as you stop in front of him. He blinks slowly, looking at you. Does he not recognize you?

 

Seemingly he does, as he suddenly rounds on you face filled with anger.

 

-

 

Big Mac starts squaring up to you; something you hadn't anticipated. Cautiously you start moving backwards as he edges towards you. Normally you would have kept your ground but there's something about the look in his eye that frankly frightens you. You decide it'd might be worth a shot engaging him in conversation.

 

"Hey Big Mac, is uh... Applej..." you start to say, words quickly dying in your throat. The muscular red pony wasn't quite at eye level, but you can't ignore the strong feeling of intimidation emanating from him. He looked unmistakably mad, to the point of being uncharacteristic. Shit, what if he starts attacking you with those hard hooves?

 

"Leave."

 

It wasn't an instruction; it was a warning. Nimbly you retreat over the fence to step off Apple Acre's land, staring Big Mac down. You thought he was a pretty mellow guy, but you guess that all changed when you let your mouth fly last night. There was disappointment mixed with his sullen expression - did he also feel betrayed at how you had acted?

 

"I'm sorr-" you pathetically start to say. Big Mac just turns his back on you, not wanting to even discuss it.

 

"Don't forget - We saved you."

 

And with that, he returns up the hill to his cart. You just stand there stunned. What was his leaving statement all about? And how the hell were you going to speak to Applejack now? Defeated and not wanting to stick around in case Big Mac chased after you, you proceed into Ponyville again.

 

-

 

It's pretty surreal being out by yourself in the day time while Ponyville is bustling. It only just occurs to you that you have utter freedom to go wherever you please. It was a gratifying feeling, akin to that limited sense of power you got as a teenager when escaping into town without parental supervision.

 

Still feeling putout by your disastrous attempt at contacting Applejack, you begin aimlessly strolling around town. It's a fantastically sunny day and it doesn't take long until you get absorbed by the ambiance. Ponies pulling carts loaded with silly objects, little fillies chasing after each other while slurping ice cream, the general hubbub and haggling... it really is spectacular here. It's the complete opposite of the town center near your Earth home, which could only be classified as a wasteland: Suffering from an aging population, non-educated delinquents and junkies. With all the outsourcing and petty crime there was no sense of community or local jobs, a dead area filled with soulless retail stores. Resting against a low wall, your mind starts ticking... what would you truly accomplish by going back home? Were you finally coming round to the idea that Equestria was better than Earth? Possibly, but you miss your family, your cat, your...

 

"Hey Poster-dude!"

 

You start, looking widely around for the source. There was no-one nearby that you recognize, and as you search the crowd confused a harsh giggling from above clues you in.

 

"Hey, Rainbow Dash."

 

-

 

Sitting above you in what looks to be a small fluffy cloud was Rainbow Dash. At the sound of your greeting, she does a weird little flip.

 

"Woah, you sound pretty funky. What happened to your voice?"

 

Was this really necessary every single time you spoke to a pony? In half a mind to just ignore her question, you decide to just get it over with. You can't afford to come across as rude and lose more friends at the moment.

 

"I uh... got gender-bendered. That's what happened" you voice up, feelingly slightly weary of eavesdroppers. Rainbow Dash looks confused, sinking down closer to you.

 

"Flender-bendered? What the hay is that? Some sorta hooman disease?"

 

"Er, no. Do you remember what Twilight said to us at her library? Well, it's actually happening..."

 

Dash pauses to think, rolling onto her back and staring up at the sky. In a sudden burst of inspiration she leaps up.

 

"Oh I remember! You mean you've become a fem-" Hastily you shush her; last thing you want is her blurting -that- out-loud! With a sour expression on her face, she seems to get the message.

 

"Well, okay then. I gotta say, you look pretty different from when I last saw you. Was your hair always that red?"

 

Ugh, this really wasn't the time or place for these awkward questions. However, with Rainbow Dash being here a sudden idea surfaces in your mind...

 

"No, it wasn't. Hey Dash - you busy at the moment?"

 

She shakes her head, waving a lazy hoof in the air symbolizing she was listening.

 

-

 

"Okay, well... I upset Applejack yesterday. Big Mac won't let me go near the farm anymore."

 

Dash turns over, looking directly at you.

 

"Just what did you do to get that sorta response?!" she pipes up, "Big Mac isn't the type to fend people away!"

 

You knew this, but didn't really want to get into specifics at the moment.

 

"I broke the golden rule, and upset them both. Would it be possible, I mean, could you... fly by and see if you can persuade AJ to meet with me? Tell her I'm sorry."

 

Rainbow's expression falls, taking pity on you.

 

"Alright, I can do that. After all, I am the most super-duperiest pony around!"

 

"Yup, you are!" you smile. As Dash zooms away through the sky, you try to recall what you were thinking about before... Oh yeah, Equestria or Earth?

 

Your heart instantly says Earth, but your mind wisely says Equestria. You don't even know why you need to justify this to yourself anymore as you perfectly recall Celestia's answer of "There is no known way" with regards to returning to Earth. Well, if you're stuck here forever, you might as well make the most of it. Sadly, this means up keeping appearance, socializing, having a life... all the things you secretly wanted, but had no confidence to do. Everything you ever wanted was being spoon-fed to you now, and yet you still wanted to run.

 

Psychologically you were fucked - A man in a woman's body, destined to be a pony. It all still seems like fantasy, until you feel the chafing sock in your boxers.

 

-

 

Leaning again the low wall waiting for Rainbow Dash's triumphant return, your mind reels back to AJ calling you selfish. This remark had seriously been eating away at you and made you feel miserable, but you had absolutely no clue why.

 

Idly watching two elder ponies sitting on a bench waving a cane at the running fillies, you think back to when Applejack spilled her guts. Yes - that night after working the farm you vividly recall her saying she was envious of you; wishing she could have an equally fresh start. Was she annoyed that you were taking this opportunity so negatively? Your fresh start had certainly been interesting, and you were definitely in a more comfortable place now than before.

 

It'd been a wild ride. Meeting a fictional princess; being gawked at by hundreds of ponies; getting treated like a wild animal by your host; experiencing funky-ass dreams; being told you only have a month to live as a human; running into a forest and having a near-death experience; spending what felt like an eternity in denial; losing your voice; fasting to the point of starvation to prevent changing; working non-stop to deal with denial; waking with a vagina; masturbating with said vagina; somehow became a ginger... Where does it go from here?

 

Time passes, and just as your ass gets numb from sitting on the wall, a rainbow streak fills the air - about time!

 

"Hey Dash!" you wave ecstatically. Spotting you, she descends rather lamely.

 

"So?" you persist. Dash's face falls.

 

-

 

"Yeah, I saw AJ..." Dash speaks up, avoiding your eye.

 

"What'd she say? Is she okay?" You needed answers and now, dammit.

 

"I don't really get it. She wouldn't tell me what's happened, and you won't tell me what's happened, so why should I spill the beans?" Dash replies, looking mildly vexed.

 

"Because it's a really stupid falling-out over nothing." It's not the exact truth, but Dash didn't need the full details. "Look, I was beating her at Manepoly, tensions got high, and then she flipped out."

 

To your surprise, Rainbow nods her head in understanding. "Really? Is that it? I mean, I understand; I've been there with her myself a few times! We're always competing and sometimes AJ just can't handle that I'm a tiny bit better than her."

 

"Yeah, well, that's the situation we're having" you say, trying to wheedle out more info.

 

Dash still looks confused. "But why would Big Mac chase you off Apple Acres for winning at a board game?"

 

"It was a gambling version of Manepoly" you wildly make up. "AJ forfeited, I profited".

 

"Gambling? That sounds nothing like Applejack!"

 

Biting back your words of utter frustration, you settle for a more tactful approach.

 

"We were gambling over apples, a silly game. Are you going to tell me what she said or not?"

 

Rainbow Dash doesn't look entirely convinced, but gives you the benefit of the doubt.

 

"She looked pretty miserable. Her words were short, and she didn't want no apologies. Can't you just give her back the apples she lost?"

 

-

 

After a night of rest Applejack was still upset? This is unexpected, surely she would have cooled off by now?

 

"I'll do that Dash. Er, I gotta go; I hear Rarity calling" you mutter, wanting to end this meeting promptly. "But I don't hear anything!" comes Dash's shout as you slink away.

 

Today already wasn't going as planned, but you still had a trick up your sleeve - Night time espionage. Big Mac can't chase you away if he can't see you, and if you know AJ as well as you think you do, she'll probably be reminiscing on the barn's roof come nightfall. The only problem with this plan is that it's still morning; a whole day awaits.

 

As you halfheartedly scuff your boots along the dirt roads, a nagging question rises in your mind: Why were relationships never easy for you? Begin around these ponies only serves as a reminder to why you choose the hermit life in the first place: it was conflict-free, bar the occasional insult from a faceless person online. In reality you're just a massive pacifist, not truly wanting to engage or hurt anyone... at least until last night.

 

Before you even realize it your feet have dragged you back to the Boutique. Heaving a deep sigh it seems a day of sewing was on the cards - you've already disposed of a quarter of your sock supply after all. Entering with the usual bell tinkle you immediately spot Rarity chatting with a customer. Not wanting to attract attention to yourself, you quickly slide off into a side room. Instantly you regret it.

 

-

 

Like most rooms in the Carousel Boutique this one was also filled with creepy pony-sized mannequins, each dressed in luxurious designs made by Rarity. This was either next week's fashions waiting to go on display, or last week's garbage waiting to go out. At that moment though you didn't care; instead your eyes being drawn 6to a lonely mannequin in the center of the room. While there was nothing abnormal about the attractive-looking brown saddlebag perched on mannequin's back, you had to double-take when you saw the buckle. As you do this, your jaw falls wide open.

 

The buckle of the saddlebag consists of a "20M". It's undeniably, unmistakably the mark that's now on your hips. Does this mean... this bag was made for you?

 

Your heart just about bursts when the door behind you bangs open; Rarity huffing into the room with her frizzy hair and fancy working-with-fabric spectacles hanging lop-sided on her nose.

 

"Honestly! I know it's only morning but I'm dying to close up for the day. I can't believe how rude some mares can be!" comes her belligerent tone.

 

You turn around trying to keep your cool, choosing to ignore what you've just seen.

 

"...Hi Buckle, what's Rarity?" you stammer rather stupidly. Rarity's eyebrow rises.

 

"What dear? Oh right, did you manage to meet with Applejack?"

 

Thank God she let that one slide. Hastily you explain Big Mac's attitude to dramatic gasps, followed by tuts as you relay how you essentially used Rainbow Dash to do your bidding.

 

-

 

Rarity gives you a light scolding over your treatment of Rainbow Dash, saying you shouldn't just take friends for granted like that. Rolling your eyes you become desperate to change the subject. Do you dare?

 

"Rarity..." comes your tender tone, ignoring her mini-rant "See this saddlebag?"

 

Rather timidly you point towards it not really knowing if you should or not. Rarity re-positions her glasses and squints at it. Her ears droop slightly realizing what you're talking about.

 

"Ah yes, that. Well, I was just toying with some designs and decided to use.. your... cutie mark?" It's a very translucent lie, almost Applejack-tier.

 

"Are you designing personalized pony gear... for me?" Your voice breaks slightly. The resulting uncomfortable-looking scrunchy face silently answers your question.

 

"Well I was working on a surprise for you. I have no idea what measurements you'll be yet, but saddlebags are easy to adjust. It was going to be a secret, but, well..."

 

Reluctantly Rarity trots over to the mannequin, levitating a long woolen scarf out of the right pocket. It flies across the room flopping lamely on your head with a soft 'flump'. Removing and investigating it fully; you are yet again amazed by Rarity's designs. Comprising of an aesthetically pleasing criss-cross pattern made from complementing soft hues of yellow and orange, you notice that it's all made up from miniature number 20's. Quickly wrapping it around your neck, the sudden snuggling warmth calms you.

 

-

 

"...I love it" tumbles out your mouth before you can stop it; stomach fluttering as you lovingly stroke the fluffy edge of the scarf with your thumb.

 

"It's nothing! It WAS going to be a surprise, but I only have myself to blame for leaving it in plain sight lik-" her words die as you tightly hug her neck.

 

"I don't know what happened between us when we first met, but I'm glad you now make these delightful things for me. I could totally get used to living here forever if this is the treatment I get."

 

It's a tongue-in-cheek comment, but Rarity - who kindly dislodges from your embrace - gives you a formal look.

 

"I'll happily keep designing garments for you, but ONLY if you promise to stop beating yourself up about matters you cannot control."

 

You take a few seconds to process this statement - what was she getting at?

 

"No more starving; no more over-working; no more moping! Please, I do get concerned about your health."

 

"Rarity," comes your chilled voice, "Do you even know my real name?" At this, she bites her lip.

 

"Just because I don't know your name doesn't mean I can't care! When you arrived I didn't think you'd have one!" she splutters, "I mean, you're a Poster! I assumed that's what you were, like how a Tiger is just a Tiger; they don't have real names. When I learned it wasn't like that it was too late. Too awkward to mention..." she witters on.

 

You give a half-baked smile.

 

"My name's Dee, Rarity. Well, it's my nickname, no one ever uses my full name."