Author's Notes:

I forgot to mention one very important things that I should've posted at the beginning of the story.

All sex scenes will be marked with *** at the beginning and end, making them skippable. I'd recommend not skipping them because of their relevance to the story and feels of characters.

I was planning to deliver this chapter twelve hours ago but realized I really needed sleep. So, I finished it in the afternoon.

Anastasia saw nothing. It was complete and utter darkness. No view, no sound, no feel.

Nothing.

Her mind raced. Was she dead? Was it the afterlife? Was it limbo?

She waited.

There was still nothing.

She began to think, but her thoughts were interrupted by an uncomfortable feeling as she felt something pulling on her body.

Feel.

Without pain, there were changes to her body. It was pressed, stretched, hammered, and yet the only thing she felt was pressure and it wasn't painful. She didn't know what was happening. She couldn't breathe but she didn't need to. She couldn't see but she didn't need to. She felt it would be over soon.

Her mind was confused. What was happening to her? The last thing she remembered was a gunshot, and then her body hit the water. Did someone kill her? If so, why could she still feel herself and think? Her mind was completely clear. It was the strangest sensation she had ever felt in her entire life.

Suddenly, her vision began to return. At first, she saw something blue. As her vision focused, she saw that it was the sky, and there were clouds in it. A familiar sight but still different in a way she couldn't describe.

However, there was something else. Anastasia could see something large between her eyes. The eyes themselves felt pretty strange but she couldn't quite tell what was off.

She raised what she thought was her hand only to discover that it became something entirely different. Her eyes widened as she realized it was a hoof. She was confused beyond words. What was happening to her? Was it a hallucination or was it real? If it was the latter, how could it be possible? She always was a human, and she knew that there was no way a human would have a hoof. She saw no reason for her to have a hoof instead of her hand.

Anastasia decided to take it easy. She calmed down, and then touched her face. The big thing between her eyes felt like a muzzle. She realized it felt like a horse's muzzle. Even with decreased sensitivity of a hoof, she could still feel it. She was used to riding horses when she was younger. Even after she abandoned the hobby, the knowledge about horses remained in her mind.

She carefully raised her head. It wasn't hard but her neck felt extremely long, way too long for a human neck. She could also feel her ears swiveling on her head out of her control. She was agitated and nervous, and her body's first reaction was to look out for possible danger.

She looked around. She discovered she was afloat on a large red leaf in the middle of the lake. She let her head fall back where it was, letting out a sigh.

Anastasia didn't know what was happening but she had to adjust to it. So, she took a moment to analyze everything including herself.

The fur on her muzzle was very light-brown, that was what she noticed first. She assumed her whole body had the same color and moved on. She could see her tail by slightly turning her head. It was dark-brown, just like her hair once was.

She wished she could see more but either than knowing she was an equine of some kind she knew nothing. She needed a mirror, at least. However, there was another thing she could check right away.

As she found out, she was still female. She sighed in relief — at least something was somewhat familiar and felt right in her body. It would need some time to get used to but hopefully it wouldn't stay that way for long.

She wished she was on the ground than in the middle of the lake. She wasn't sure if she was able to swim in her new form, and being on top of a leaf didn't ease her worries. What if it tore? She would certainly drown since she didn't know how to swim.

As soon as the thought entered her mind, the leaf started floating towards the shore.

Anastasia sighed again and relaxed. It didn't seem like it would end soon.

Sirius was lying on the sofa in the mansion, resting. Iclyn was upstairs doing homework in the study, and he was just relaxing. He tried to think about something other than princess Celestia's visit. She angered him a lot, and he wanted to destroy things, especially hers. He snorted loudly from time to time, letting some of his anger escape.

He hated Celestia for one main reason — if she didn't mess up, Sirius would still be able to walk normally. For a centuries-old ruler it was unacceptable to fail in such a way, allowing basically rapists flood into not just any city but the capital itself. Most importantly, most of them evaded punishment and could be plotting something else, including Sirius' assassination or torture, neither of which he would like to experience, especially the later.

He became increasingly paranoid, and the pouch with the revolver was lying right beside him, his gun ready to be used. He would take no chances on that one.

Suddenly, he felt something very unusual. He remembered feeling it before, just a few weeks ago. It was when... he got back his revolver. It was the same strange pull that nagged him in the back of his mind. However, it wasn't coming from the Canterlot Castle. It was coming from someplace else, someplace he remembered. He couldn't quite place it, though. It was something very familiar but still elusive and mystical.

He decided to investigate. Whatever it was, it certainly was worth checking out. He might get something else, something that would be just as useful as his revolver. He couldn't miss the chance. Getting there would be difficult with the state of his body but he could try, at the very least.

Sirius stood up from the sofa and strapped all his weapons to himself. After making sure everything was secure, he headed towards the exit. He limped but he didn't want a wheelchair to restrain him. He was sure it would be more of a nuisance than a helpful device.

"Where are you going?" a voice sounded behind him. He turned around and saw Iclyn going downstairs. A curious look was on her face, as well as slight worry.

"I need to visit a place. I will return soon." Sirius replied, and then exited the mansion.

Iclyn was confused — where was he going? Why was he going?

However, she decided to let him go. He was probably going to buy something and return pretty soon. There was no need to bug him with questions.

Instead, Iclyn decided to return upstairs and spend some alone time.

She had been thinking about Sirius a lot, and her mind went into a very particular direction. Iclyn wanted him in bed. She imagined them sharing the pleasure of love. They would kiss, mate, and then rest. It wasn't something unusual for her to think about — in the end, she was still a teenager. Some of her friends had already had sex and they told her it felt good. Iclyn wanted to try it for herself, and what would be better than sharing the experience with someone she loved dearly?

Finally, she reached the bedroom. Closing the door behind her, she went to the bed and lay on top of it. She let her imagination flow.

Iclyn felt the need to be handled by a stallion, and Sirius would be the perfect one for it. Tentatively, she used her hoof to touch her most precious spot. She let out a quiet moan as she rubbed herself.

She imagined she would guide Sirius to bed. He would be nervous about it but would accept her guidance. She would help him lay on the bed, and soon she would join him. She would kiss him, and he would kiss her back.

Slowly, their arousal would grow, making them both more and more daring. Sirius would become less and less nervous as Iclyn would kiss him, trailing her lips down his body.

Iclyn rubbed herself and moaned. However, her hoof wasn't enough — she needed something else.

She imagined she would lick his stallionhood and bring it to erection. Sirius would blush slightly, letting out his more sensitive side. Iclyn would prepare him for the main course by covering his rod in saliva.

Then she would take her place on the bed, backside up. She would tell Sirius to mount her and do as he pleased. Tentatively and slowly, he would rise and take a place behind her. He would still be nervous, and after some encouragement he would penetrate her, bringing the pleasure to the next level.

But something was... off. It wouldn't be how Sirius would act.

Iclyn felt her arousal going down. No, something was wrong. She remembered a very important thing. As she made a massage to Sirius, he flinched as she touched his backside. As he turned to her, she saw fear and rising aggression in his eyes.

The filly came to a realization that Sirius didn't like intimacy. Why? What was the problem?

She had never seen him giving any looks to any filly. Was it because he was an alien? Iclyn felt it wasn't the only thing that bugged him. There was something else she didn't know yet, something Sirius was hiding well and didn't want to reveal.

Sighing, Iclyn sat upright. Until she discovered what it was, she and Sirius wouldn't be as close as she wished to be. He was a nice person once he drops his mask. Nice... and very, very damaged.

Maybe he already loved her but couldn't tell her. Iclyn needed to find out what made him that way. Unfortunately, he had left and thus she needed to wait for him to come back.

Sirius disembarked the train on a station he felt the strongest pull as if someone guided him to the source of the strange feeling he had experienced earlier.

On his way to that station, he was greeted multiple times. Ponies indeed saw him as a hero, and a few of them asked for an autograph. He politely refused since he was in a hurry to discover what was calling to him. He didn't want to be seen as a grump — foals were looking at them, and frankly, he didn't want them to see that heroes aren't always happy. Sirius doubted anyone would have to be heroic in the next couple of years. Maybe they would, and he didn't want Equestria to fall just because everyone feared being heroes. It was a peaceful country with many beautiful sides, and Sirius didn't want to see it in ruins.

He was also offered help with moving since he didn't bother to get into the wheelchair cart. He refused, however — he didn't want to be a burden or be seen as weak. And so, he was limping the entire way to the train station, trying to lessen it and make it seem like he walked normally. It didn't work very well, unfortunately.

As soon as he disembarked the train, he looked around. He didn't bother to look for the station's name since it wasn't his main focus. He needed to find the source of the pull.

He felt the direction he needed to go, and so he entered the nearby forest. He was going to find whatever was pulling him.

After making it to the shore, Anastasia was learning how to walk again. It was hard, she planted her muzzle in sand a couple of times, but she managed to learn how to walk slowly. It was still uncomfortable but she was sure she would be able to gain the ability to move fairly quickly. She also took a look at herself by using the reflection the water gave to her.

As she found out, she became a unicorn. Her eyes still had their hazel color, her mane was colored as her hair was, and she was indeed an equine of sorts. Her facial features were still human-like in some way, but the most of her body was very close to equine. She was very surprised to see a horn on her head. She even giggled — she became a unicorn — a mythical creature from fairy tales. It wasn't so bad. At least she became something she liked.

She sat down and sighed. Frankly, she didn't know what to do. However, there was something very important — along with her body, all her items made it into the new world, arriving on the same leaf as she did. It wasn't much: a small backpack, her clothes and shoes, and Stanislav's sword with a melted point. There were a couple of snack bars inside her backpack along with a bottle of clean water but that was it. She wouldn't be able to survive long on those things.

Anastasia didn't have a plan. Everything around her was familiar and at the same time very different and alien. She simply couldn't come up with a plan. It was completely impossible for her to figure out what to do in the light of the recent events. She was confused just as much as she was scared. The sticky fear encompassed her. What if she never returned to her home? She couldn't imagine how worried her parents would be!

The sun was setting but she had nowhere to go and nobody to turn to for help. But maybe there was something behind the forest? It didn't look too different from what she had near her house. Maybe there was a settlement nearby and she could ask for help.

Sirius was walking through the forest, stepping silently and making sure he was unnoticed. It was hard due to his colors but he stayed low, his gun out and ready just in case he ran into something hostile. So far, everything was silent. However, he felt the pull stronger than before. He recognized the place, too. It was oddly familiar to him as if he was there before. Since it was autumn and leaves were turning into their autumn colors and falling, he couldn't figure out why everything was so familiar.

Even with a limp, he managed to move silently. Whatever he was searching for was very close to him.

"Can anyone hear me?" a voice came from behind the trees.

Sirius immediately ducked. He slowly turned to the source of the voice and saw a unicorn mare of approximately his body age.

Her voice was human, she spoke English. Just like him, she came into the new world. Strangely, her voice seemed very familiar. Sirius shook it off as being the voice of one of the strangers he often met on his way to training or school.

So, it was another human. Sirius felt his anger growing — he was already quite bad, but there were many humans worse than him. They invented weapons to erase the life on Earth if they so wanted. Why? Because of politics. Even more, because of the desire to destroy.

He raised his revolver and aimed it at the unicorn. He wouldn't let any other human live here.

He cocked the hammer, and it took its place with a satisfying click.

Suddenly, Anastasia saw the one who aimed at her. Her eyes widened as she realized a gun was aimed at her and it was ready to shoot. Her eyes connected with Sirius' eyes. In his, she saw aggression, hatred, fear, and... hesitation.

Sirius froze in place. Those hazel eyes... An image flashed before him. A teen girl, hazel eyes, dark-brown long hair. Before him, a filly stood. Hazel eyes, dark-brown mane. She looked at him with fear in her eyes, unable to move or speak.

A realization hit him like a train. It was impossible, and yet there was no denying.

The one standing in front of him was none other than whom he loved.

Her.