So here we are, Death as I would kindly put it is very much one could consider a… An asshole, a flippant uncaring spector that gets their jollies from watching the universe do funny shit.

I didn't die of any accident, or some lightning bolt or freak car accident, I died on my bed ripe old age of 82 with the heart of a kid still.. Well was beating in the chest of a human being surrounded by all the people I loved.

The bureaucracy of the multiverse seems to have this funny definition of what counts as dead though because for seven whole fucking days I was still in my body aware of the world like I had a camera placed on my head and I could view the world in some fish eye lens fashion.

Seven days not being able to talk or move was something akin to driving someone up the wall, so it was understandable I was quite pissed for waiting on something that counted as a afterlife. You know my preferred afterlife I spent an entire lifetime believing in. My funeral was nice, sad and heart wrenching as I watched people I loved talk to me at my casket. I had been a grandpa to three kids and a dad to two lovely little girls who all went and did their own things in life.

I was buried with one of my plushies I loved, when I was young I had taken a liking to the show My Little Pony the one Lauren Faust had rebooted way back in 2010 when I was still a teenager of sorts. It had been one of my guilty pleasures.

Ironically I was a autistic kid, high functioning of course with a bad combo of ADHD and Aspergers so a lot of things that weren’t exactly normal gave me joy. I loved cartoons, anime, the whole shebang one would expect from a autistic kid during that time as the internet has no love for real people who have the condition but I digress.

Thankfully I guess my perspective of the world didn’t sink down into the earth with my body, I just seemed to hang out at eye level of my original height. I just stood there… for days.

My daughter Gwyndolyn brought flowers for me, but other than that I was left to my own devices. Unable to talk, move, or even feel like I had some sort of tangible motion to keep the uneasy unrest that curled its way through me.

Death as I said was flipiant as fuck, they didn't even bother looking like any fantasy or mythological visage I had hoped they would there was barely even effort in the grand entrance of Death themselves.

Just a small pop and bam there they were.

All I could think was ‘this fucking guy is more lazy than Sans, he could use a bit more backbone if you know what I mean’ as I looked at a bony skeletal remains of something vaguely human in a bathrobe, which the creature that encompassed death itself just scoffed.

“Like I haven’t heard enough skeleton puns.” I kid you not the thing just pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a purple flame from the tip of its bone fingers before reaching into his robe and pulling out a piece of parchment paper.

‘Those things kill you know.’ I said sarcastically in my head (spirit? Hell if I knew) which the glowing purple flames in its sockets stared daggers at me before clearing its throat(?).

“Yadda yadda yadda, died at 82, agnostic, Xavier Goodwright right?” The bathrobed skeleton asked, which I just waited silently. Which the skeleton shuffled a few more papers in its hands smoke drifting into the air from its lit cigarette.

“Okay taking that as a ‘Yes’ so you died, that sucks; being flesh and fuck all. Anywho so because I’m behind my workload I’m not going to give you the whole speech and take you to processing for reintegration that shit takes years for anything to happen.” He muttered to himself as he shuffled through his papers.

“Ah right, you are one fucked up kid, I mean look at this record at your life versions. That's a shit ton of chaos right there, revolutionary, anarchist, says you murdered over seventeen billion Jiamilucaaacaans with a planet destroyer. It's only recently you managed to live a somewhat normal life here on this mudball.” He said almost squinting at the papers, then looking back at me.

‘Gee thanks Death, wanna explain to me why I’m still just floating here seven days after my death?” I thought slightly impatiently, though I did feel a sort of regret when they told me that.

“You weren't that important so I had other things to take care of." They say waving their bony hand in impatience.

"It says here that this current you are a xenophile like really intense xenophile. Most of your sexual habits indicated a love for beyond your own monkey species, part-time furry ha! that's a new one.” He said slapping the paper with his bony hands, If I had cheeks I might of flushed red.

“Welp I guess that's too bad, in four hundred years from now aliens are going to make contact on this mudball of a planet, one of your trillions of soul mates are on the first integration ships. To bad the RA dont schedule you to meet, actually you’ve been put on the hold listing until further notice. Something about needing to be tuned properly, fucking Angels.” The specter of Death said pulling on his cigarette and letting smoke raise out of all the open spaces in its skull.

‘What does that even mean?’ I asked confused with their words.

“Means you are on the waiting list till the heat death of this universe before you go on to new shit, I should take you to processing where they will put your tiny little soul into suspended animation till they need it for the birth of a new universe but that's not even on the schedule for another ╕╏┧┭╤╥ years or so.” They said looking at me, their papers dipping ever so lightly

‘Well fuck.’ I said, ‘What does that mean for me in a afterlife?’

“Nothing, there is no afterlife for you, agnostics tend to be ostrikated from many of the hells and heavens of the multiverse. Hells can’t actually have any control over your soul to torture you since you never believed in them enough, Heavens don't want you because you got no solid faith to draw energy from to fuel their God Machines. The House usually keeps file of who goes to what but never did figure out what to do with the damn faithless or those that have all faiths, it was only recently that the Reincarnation Administration was even added.” They said with a disgusted sigh and another pull on their cigarette.

“Damn shame too, the backlash from entire planets who have beings that have no faith or believe anything beyond their universe’s rules end up in the Cabinet or with the Angels Corp in suspended animation. Thing is I get the shit thrown at me for not knowing where to put the damn souls cuz its a ‘net loss.’” They said making air quotations.

“So here the thing, I’m gonna be nice and place you in a instance where your soul can sit because of some accident where someone is supposed to die because their soul’s scheduled appointment with me, well I can’t get to everyone even with all the help from my division. Long story short, your soul and their soul will be semi-fused together and will miraculously survive the accident. Got it?” The skeletal spectre of death said.

‘So what?! i’m just extra baggage in the cosmic beauracrasy?! Well fuck dude if I knew that I wouldn't of died so casually then!!’ I wanted to throw my hands up, what was this shit the multiverse can’t figure simple shit out like where to put a agnostic guy.

“Hey I’m just the messenger pipsqueak, you can file a official complaint in main lobby of the House if you ever even get there. Good luck waiting there for the rest of eternity.” Death spits taking another drag of their smoke before flicking it off behind one of the graves.

“Look do you want to skip the suspended animation or not? You would not be getting any brownie points from me that's for fucking sure, I’m backed up two fucking years and have been running a late schedule because the chucklefucks under my division don't know what the hells they are doing.” They said agitated, I felt my own anger burn at Death for simply not really caring for my eternal soul.

‘Alright, Alright! Fine! Do whatever!’ I said exasperated, I’m made to wait then I get a big freaking slap in the face that I don't even have the luxury of a afterlife or reincarnation. Death shuffled their papers and looked at them again.

“Cool, a opening just popped up actually, instance ◍◄█╳╪╬╞╠ just happen to become available for you. I think you are going to do fine there ya perv.” They said giving me a scary grin, if that was even possible considering he was already a skeleton.

‘What do you mean perv!?’ I asked indignantly.

“You’ll know when you get pulled, now.” They said pulling a golden clock that seemed to warp reality around it or at least the visual side of it. “I got to wrap this up even frozen time moves forward, and I got to see my next client. So have fun, try not to die anytime soon kay?” They said as I felt myself being pulled toward the sky.

‘Wait wait, what do you mean i'm going to be soul fused!?’ I cried out to them as I moved nearly seventy feet into the air by the time I finished that sentence.

Death sighed deeply as they floated up to me.

“It means what I said, So when living things have super traumatic experiences like say near me experiences or happen to get injured where they fall into a coma or some shit a bit of their soul starts leaking out of them. Usually it's not enough to warrant me coming to pick them up, but it does change them since a bit of them is missing. Sometimes the soul has a hard time being broken in half like that and they often just go nuts or try to fill the void with some kinda religion or spirituality.” Death said reaching over to me and somehow I am in their cool hand looking up at them.

“I can sometimes soul fuse that empty part of themselves, filling that void with another soul to compensate for the lost half. Does some crazy shit from what I’ve seen, two minds in one body, forced astral projection the other half, hell even sometimes a complete overwrite of personality. It dont really bother me though, living is living and less work for me. Also i’m removing most of your memories so shit gets funny.” They said looking down at me with a lack of empathy.

I tried to struggle in their palm, not so sure I wanted this anymore.

“Right, since this bitch empty.” they said pulling me back into a pitcher’s wind up

“YEET!!” They yelled as I screamed suddenly being sucked into a cosmic vortex that ripped itself apart into the soup of everything.

“AHHHHHH!!!” I screamed jolting awake, the smell of ozone and some kinda oil filled my sensitive nostrils making me wince. In fact my whole body felt like I had been electrocuted making my numb hands twitch and lungs gasp for breath.

“Sweetie Belle!!!”

Two young voices called out in fear, making my ears hurt quite a bit since they were so high pitched. I felt something pull on me dragging me across some kinda metal grating under my side making me whimper since it pulled at my fur…

Wait!? FUR!?

My eyes snapped open, bad idea since the moment I did the searing pain of light entering my pupils. I screamed for another reason today, my voice abnormally high pitched as well giving me a slight headache.

“Girls!? GIRLS!! SWEEETIE!!” Another voice yelled in my direction, what was with everyone yelling today? I’m fine, see! Oh wait, no that doesn't feel fine more like I think my nerves feel like molten lava coursed through them.

“Kszzzzzzzz con pssshhhhhhhhh it btzaszzzzzzzzz powe ghssssssssssss a-ktzzzzzzzzzzzz full-full-full-full-full-full” Something very very robotic attempted speech but it was so wrapped it was nearly impossible to make out.

“Trraaaaannnnnnnssssffffeeerrr com com com com compleeettte.”

It said then it seemed to die, I just hacked up a horrible cough feeling my whole body twitch in pain.

“Sweetie!! Sweetie please speak to me!” the voice said shaking me ever so lightly, I groaned in response wanting her to stop moving me and let me rest. I’ll interact with others tomorrow, can't they see i'm not in the mood?

“Oh no, oh no, Sweetie please… TWILIGHT!!” She panicked calling off somewhere behind her because the sound didn't follow towards me. I opened my eyes again this time my eyes didn't instantly stab themselves but my left eye was burning something fierce which raced up my forehead into something like…

Wait a horn!? My skull doesn't have a horn, I would of thought it would of been obvious since birth to know if one had a horn but here I was going slightly cross eyed looking up between the roundish white nose between my eyes.

“Where… am… I?” I questioned intelligently, good for gaining one bearings first and foremost whoever I am… that's odd I don’t seem to recall my name, not the greatest start old chap but we will get you there in no time.

Perhaps I was this Sweetie Belle everyone was screaming about, well jokes on them because Sweetie Belle isn't real, just some cartoon I enjoyed back. When was it again? I haven't the foggiest so lets say about seven seconds ago yes right when I woke up.

My optical organs were currently receiving information but I dont think command was working so well together. I was staring at metal, lots of metal like something straight out of Cybertron kinda complex added together with the complex animation of Michael Bay’s Transformers series. My left eye was having a harder time focusing and thus my depth of such a wall left much to be wanted.

So, what do I know… I know things about Michael Bay apparently and the well loved series of Transformers. I do know that whatever this wall was comprised of was not of current technology and I had no idea why there was so much cyberpunk aesthetic going on, oh hey! There is another thing I knew. A bright light was shining down on me illuminating the what I could only guess was the center of the room which I was quietly suffering in. Check what caused my eyes to stab themselves.

The other things I knew was someone or something was holding me or more so pulling me away from the center, which I managed to swivel my right eye to focus on the aid granted to me.

Marshmallow or something close to it was pulling me away from the light, a banana and a pumpkin was on the sidelines seeming to hop up and down in some crazy dance that could be spiritual by my guestimation. Cyber Cults of course, even in the future of cybertron you get the weirdos of society dancing crazy jigs especially of the food variety only one can do.

“Oh sweet Celestia!! Rarity is she alright!?” Another voice said, ah finally the great leader of the grapes have come to make their peace with the clan of marshmallows. Apparently my sacrifice was something of a failure due to the squeaking the banana and pumpkin were chattering. I rolled my eyes but it was more because my head went very very fuzzy and I felt like throwing up, remember kids never eat before fruit and candy tribes sacrifice you to their cyber overlords the stains will be there for weeks.

I felt myself being lifted into the air, my hands and feet dangling down uselessly.

I looked at the Marshmallow with purple hair and very pretty blue eyes, before trying to smile but all I got was a few uncontrollable twitching through my face.

“Hi…” I managed I sounded like I had to many glasses of wine, “Before… you… sacrifice… me … let… me… thank… cybertron.” I slurred the uncontrollable waterfall of drool that fell from my face, I must of left the faucet on, drat! I knew something was off.

God did my left eye itch, oops there I went. Throw up stains are some of the hardest to get out of one’s metal flooring tiles. Seriously why is it always carrots that come up? I rarely ate carrots but I could taste it in my mouth.

I don’t think the Marshmallow enjoyed the offering to Cybertron but who could blame them? Bodily fluids that weren't the blood variety rarely did, then before I knew it darkness the glorious bastard decided to wrap me into a blanket!

I woke again but in considerably less discomfort than before, the lava in my veins had now turned into scolding liquid mercury which to my relief was like cool water comparatively. Of course the air had other ideas about what was considered hot, it sweltered at me even as I took a breath of musty dry air that if one could believe hard enough was akin to breathing sand.

I coughed sounding like my lungs wanted to jump out of me, well so far so good I thought cheerfully I'm not dead and that's good news! Take that Cybertron cult!! The round organs in my head rose their skin flaps so I could consume the visual information I required, they fought back deciding to pick up the nearest truck in protest and place it on my eyelids but I won today but they vowed revenge for this mutiny.

I am met with the sight of a tent, which my knowledge of such things seem to kick in as I recognized this as a medical tent one that tended to the wounded when there was no physical building to put them in. I was laying on my back propped up with pillows that were not very soft but did the job. Odd how the world seemed a quite bit larger than what I could remember which is to say, not a lot, but the feeling or instinctive decision I was within the wrong dimensions of the zed axis, perhaps even the x and y too.

I lifted my arm wanting to make sure I had fingers, or at least move after the shock. I had no idea what shocked me but it had certainly made my thoughts loopy, but considering that I only had knowledge of existing not moments ago but vast knowledge of various topics not pertaining to my life swirled inside the confines of my mind like dancing mist. It must of blended everything I knew into a strange fever dream.

I blinked slowly as I looked at my ‘hand’ well by hand I mean hoof. I distinctly remember having hands but the then again maybe this hoof was called a hand and the fever dream just thought a hand had other digits to its design. Welp no crying over spilled milk, I had hooves with no way to really consider how to use them. Questions like ‘How do I grasp things’ and ‘What if I wanted to flip someone off’ milled through the gears that were slowly building steam from the overload.

I remember I was called Sweetie Belle during the sacrifice, sooo… I was apart of a cartoon universe and all the fanfiction that could possibly go through Fimfiction was a possibility? Intriguing yet disturbing, though panic wasn't something I was going to introduce into the equation due to its tiresome ability to well, make you tired. So I took this in a logical leap.

One: I was Sweetie Belle and whatever had shocked me transfered all the knowledge of a human or simply its entirety of culture into my brain causing a identity crisis, possibly rewriting a good portion of my life. After all the neurons had to form somehow for this brain to know the things it did.

Two: I was put into the fillies body via shock of some cybertron like room and the old Sweetie Belle was removed from the equation or perhaps switched with whatever had shocked me.

Or three: To save my young mind it created a persona or personality of an adult and unnatural bearings to pop culture and believes that this world is a fictional universe so that it would remain intact due to overwhelming trama.

I had no idea if any of these were true but they all had a legitimate claim to a truth of my situation, I set my hoof down then picked it backup to touch my face, the feeling was similar to touching the tips of your toes to a soft part of your body. The hoof itself was white like how I remembered Sweetie Belle in the show but there was a subtle difference between experiencing it in person and watching it over a television set or computer. The hoof was darker the closer it got to the pads at its base, my fur was a fine bristly sort of hair that covered every inch up to a certain part where my ankle was connected.

The rest from there was white, the keratin hoof a off grey that was relatively clean for all things considering. Nothing was lodged or discolored in the curvature of my pad where the frog sat. The rest of my arm was covered in the short bristly like hair becoming longer as it ran to my shoulder into a soft fine fur. Seeing that no one was coming to check on me, I lifted the light covers that were frankly slick with my sweat to find the expected horse body of Sweetie Belle. Don’t misjudge me here but inside my head was a victory fanfare of being perhaps the best of the Crusaders Apple Bloom being second best and little pumpkin chicken the last, and no I had nothing but love for the tomboy filly so no bashing was ever ever going to occur here.

I shifted ever so slightly as hard as it was due to the constant twitching that seem to run up and down my body, my brain was sending signals to said body but the shock had definitely overloaded all the nerves.

I had no Cutie Mark, so that gave me a timeframe to when I was in the ‘canon’ timeline which could be anywhere between season one and or the beginning of season five. That was kinda useless in terms of context but thems the breaks, good to know that I wasn't pre Twilight Era as the lack of foreknown knowledge could be disastrous in a way. No I wasn't going to outplay Discord and make the butterfly flap its wings so hard that they turned into griffon wings and caused the rise of the american revolution on Equestrian soil, but that didn't mean I was going to be the good little filly that let things play out the way that they did.

Time continuity can go buck itself. Even if the revolutionary idealism of ‘mercia did sound insanely fun to orchestrate I had no desire for bloodshed or the dumping of all that delicious tea.

My thoughts were interrupted by a zebra pony, the black and white stripes complementing her long threaded dreads as Zecora’s signature rings and bangles were wrapped around her throat and hooves. All I could really say was I really liked her mane, and that just wasn't a self referential jibe either, the dreadlocks were beaded and threaded in such ways it could be considered art and she had a killer face that could make stallions swoon, her butt mark was that of a potion with a heart inside of it and she widen her eyes when our own met.

“Zu! Rarity, Twilight! She is awake!!” Her accented voice called out from behind the flap she came from, which I could see in the heat haze of some kind of desert of sorts behind her. Huh I don’t remember Sweetie Belle being in a desert of any type, wait… is this the dig site of where Sweetie Belle was switched out with another in Straight to Belle!? Did that mean that other fannon places also exist as well!? Oh shiiiiiit, continuity has fucked itself already and here I am just getting started.... Please dont let there be a reality where black and red alicorns roam around I don't think I could take it.

It's just so… edgy…

I think I threw up a little in my mouth.

She comes over to me with a gentle smile being careful to make her way to me as I blinked wearily.

“Hello little one, I am Love Potion, you had a nasty accident in the ruins I have been treating you because your nervous system has been shot.” She said gently as she peeled the covers away from me noticing I was sweating more than Big Mac around Sugar Belle.

“A-am I okay?” I asked, that was defiantly Sweetie Belle’s voice coming out of my mouth no doubt, remember I am a supposed whatever (young mainly) year old filly that does not have the mind of someone twice her age. Doesn't mean I’m not going to explore the joys of finding my own sexuality and what feels good, whatever happened to me even if I was some alter ego of sorts or just an accumulation of data in my brain I was going to enjoy this considering I felt masculine in thought so I took a guess that I was male when transferred, and now in the young body of a young girl no less?

You must think me a mad pony, ready for the witch burning. Well I tell you good sir or ma’am that you can take a brick and shove it.

“As far as I can tell little one, you are going to have a scar above your eye but since your fur is white it will not show so prominently. You might have trouble walking for a while or doing simple things till your nerves calm themselves, I have told your big sister to take a dose of soothing potion once everyday to get better.” Love Potion said as she began checking my pulse and a small check up of my reflexes, if spasming counted as reflexes I was in good shape.

She moved down to my legs which now I could see my belly clearly, it was round and soft like the rest of me curving down where two very underdeveloped teats sat then curving down my navel towards what I could only guess was my own biological identity as of the female category, considering I had no penis or testicles to call my own.

My legs gave a awful show of not really working the way intended once she lightly tapped reflexive areas that would make my muscles react, sometimes they didn’t work other times they would kick randomly.

“Sweetie!!” A voice called from the tent flap and there she was; Rarity the literal gift horse and resident marshmallow of Ponyville, bearer of the element of Generosity and Savior of Equestria.

Relief, anxiety, and anger all in that order flashed across my beautiful sister’s face before she set into a scowl that I vaguely knew as my sister’s ‘you are in super big trouble, young lady’ look which I recoiled as a spike of fear needled itself into my heart. I sank deeper into the bed as an attempt to strategically retreat against the very angry big sister as she came marching toward me.

“Sweetie Dia Silver Belle-” oh shit the full name.

I was completely grounded till the day I died, horror flickered across my face.

“What in the good name of Celestia were you thinking!!? You could've gotten killed!! Or worse! Maimed so bad you… you…” Tears of relief fell down her cheeks as she hugged me tightly, she was warm and somewhat sweaty considering the heat we were currently in she wore a soft perfume that I couldn't quite place but she smelled really good with it. I was frozen in place going through a series of emotions myself, one it felt alien as I was the alien making contact with fictional cartoon characters so there was a small emotional rift.

Second was a warmth that bloomed in my heart that my sister loved me so very much, and her voice conveyed a care I don't think I’ve had the pleasure of experiencing. The distant region of my mind was grinding to a halt as two halves of me argued about how to connect to others, one; the way I believed I was use too in the ‘me that knew I was human’ while another was the way this current body reacted and how its connections worked.

I knew for some reason, I had been very cold and logical with a lot of things including my own emotions but here I was in this young filly feeling a swirl of emotions I couldn't separate myself from. It… was nice. Tears leaked from my eyes as she hugged me, feeling insecure but safe in her hooves.

“S-sorry…” I croaked feeling shame for worrying her so much, even though I had no idea what I did.

“You are in so much trouble young lady!” Rarity said backing away after a long moment of hugging me and kissing my forehead.

“I can’t believe you three decided to trail us all the way to the desert!! I specifically told you I would be back tomorrow, that Twilight wanted me to accompany her on her academic trip to the San Palimo. I was going to get you something from Las Pegasus but that is right out the window now missy!” Rarity huffed wiping the tears from her eye but managing to look still menacing.

Ah, it seems that continuity has changed the variables as this instance would be different from Straight To Belle, hopefully I would not have to go to physical therapy with a smoking hot doctor and feel all those feels.

“You girls could of died in there!! We have absolutely no idea what was in that ruin and all three of you decided to play daredevil and test yourselves, now im told your nerves are shot!? Something strange has been done to your left eye and Twilight is dealing with the uproar you and your friends have caused!” She rounded on me, making me flinch.

“When we get home it is straight to the hospital then you are grounded until further notice, Applejack is going to have a hayday when she hears about Apple Bloom no doubt worried sick about what her little sister had gotten into. Fluttershy is going to be even more upset with Scootaloo, bless that mare’s heart knowing how Fluttershy is she is probably hyperventilating about Scootaloo.” Rarity said glaring at me, which I turned my head down looking ashamed.

Wait, Scootaloo is living with Fluttershy? There was speculation on if Scootaloo was a ward or a orphan of the town as her parents were never mentioned or even recognized, but the interview with Faust had said she did have parents but it wasn't until years later that was even confirmed.

Seems like Fannon has affected the universe in such a way that in this reality she was a orphan, who happened to be adopted by the element of kindness. What was it people said? if you believe in it had enough it makes it real.

Okay, clearly I had no idea about anything in this reality. Better tell her that in a way that wouldn't get me banished to the moon.

“U-um Rarity…” I stuttered making her look over to me with a concerned look betraying her angry front. “I… Uh… I can’t remember what happened, I remember some things like names b-but a lot of things are just… blank.”

Rarity looked over to Love Potion a glimmer of panic in her eyes as she looked to the only medical professional. Love Potion shook her lovely head before saying.

“Electrical shocks can cause all sorts of nerve and memory formation problems, I have had one case in my tribe that he was caught in a thunderstorm and lightning had struck him. He survived but he had barely any memory of who he was or other ponies, the mind compensates with things like language and random knowledge that might be located in the brain.” Love Potion said wearily under the gaze of Rarity.

“Your little pony was struck on the horn, which if you know has a direct line to the frontal lobe of a unicorn’s brain as well as all the mana formation nodes throughout her body, which could explain her eye as there are meridians located behind the eyes and lighting could theoretically supercharge a meridian permanently.” She said backing away from Rarity who’s panic was becoming more evident.

“The combination of lightning and forcing open the eye meridian might of caused severe memory loss, that is the downside I know of as for any good side to this… well the eye meridian might cause her to see into things she was not able to before, or be more sensitive to the aether flow.” Love Potion offered smiling sheepishly.

Rarity rounded on me this time, I could see the sweat droplets roll down her forehead, her curly mane a little disheveled.

“Okay, Sweetie tell me what you do remember?” She asked sitting her bottom right next to the bed.

I swallowed a dry lump in my mouth, right don't panic I am simply a construct of thought that has wiped your sister’s mind due to an accident no need to think that the elements of harmony or the good sisters are going to perform a lobotomy to figure out how I tick.

“U-um, I remember you…. But not all of you, I um… I remember uh… I remember something about putting on makeup and a dress when I was really little.” I said strained as that was literally the only things that was viable for Sweetie Belle’s past that wasn't past the Call of the Cutie, the show had no in depth knowledge about their day to day lives of the ponies only showing the more wacky instances of their lives who knows how long the normal boring days pass before the next episode.

“That was years ago Sweetie, I had just purchased my shop when mother and father came over to help move things in. Oh dear, is that all you remember? Do you remember your friends dear?” Rarity’s voice was a little stressed, I mean I would be too if my little sister couldn't really remember much of her life.

I smiled despite myself, “Yea✧h!” dear god I squeaked like a rubber ducky at bath time. Is it possible to die from self imposed cute attacks?

“Apple Bloom and Scootaloo!” Rarity smiled at this the panic lessening.

“I’m here, what going o- Sweetie!” The unicorn of books, smarts and the shade of grapes came rushing over toward me. I was brought into another hug which was less smell good than my sister but it wasn't that bad, the bone crushing hug nearly made me blackout. I was able to see two other filles file in line behind her looking dejected as I felt when Rarity was scolding me

“Thank goodness you are alright, how do you feel? Can you remember anything about what happened in the ruin? How did you even get here!? Do you have any idea how dangerous it was to run around a UNexplored ruin!?” Twilight berated looking at my eye and pushing my hair back to get a good look at my scar I apparently had.

“I think she might have some form of amnesia, Miss Twilight with her talk with Miss Rarity I can only guess whatever shocked her might of damaged the brain.” Love Potion said gently “I am only a potion maker, so she needs to see a real healer to get a full estimate of the damage.”

Did I ever tell you how large these ponies were? Because whatever Twilight has been eating made her seem like a giant compared to me, Rarity and Love Potion were also of the similar behemoth size.

As the adults talked which I tuned out as they discussed what happen to my brain the two dejected looking fillies came shuffling in closer to talk to me.

“Ahm glad yer alright Sweetie, tha adults t’wer sayin you had amnesia… Ahm sorry I gotchu hurt.” Apple Bloom said as she looked up at me on the bed, Scootaloo seemed in a similar muted state as she grumbled out.

“Yeah… I-I’m sorry… I shouldn’t of pushed you to go in there, b-but we were really excited about getting our arch… archieolog- archosomthing cutie marks! C-Can you forgive me Sweetie?” She asked as I smiled at them both.

“Of course Scootaloo, Apple Bloom! I think I do have amnesia because I can't remember how we got here, or pretty much anything except for a few things.” I rubbed the back of my head with a hoof, relief flooding their features.

“So waht do you ‘member?” Apple Bloom asked putting her hooves on the bed so she could get a better look at me, Scootaloo did the same.

“Your left eye is so cool now Sweetie!! It's all glowy and lighteningy!” Scootaloo bounced as she leaned toward me to look into my eye. I put a hoof to my left eye rubbing it gently because of how irritated it felt.

“I don't really know Bloom, I just know some things and others are just… gone.” I said blinking at her which the filly’s adorable expression turned to a sort of pouting pondering sort of look.

“Really? Waz it look like?”

Scootaloo gestured to herself in excitement “It’s still green like your other eye but it's got all these little blue sparks in it! I bet if it were dark it would glow!!” wonder must of also crossed my features because Apple Bloom smiled too nodding, her cherry red hair shaking with her movements.

“That's cool!! You think I got some kinda alien power while I was down there?” excitement flickered through my chest, having some crazy power from unknown ruin could be really handy… Hoovy? Da let us go with that.

“Alright girls, let's leave Sweetie alone, you two need to get your behinds to the wagon with Rainbow.” Rarity tuted making my friends back away from the bed, “We are heading back within the hour, and I don't want to hear a peep of complaint with helping the fine ponies pack for resupply. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Miss Rarity.” they said looking at their hooves and shuffling them, Rarity eyed them before stamping her hoof down which got the two to start moving toward the door.

“Can you walk Sweetie?” Rarity asked, Twilight was still talking to Love Potion, like the purple smart she was taking notes.

I shifted in my bed uncomfortably looking down at the smooth white body of Sweetie Belle.

“I can try.” I said, with more effort than I considered this task was going to take and two muscle spasms later I was on my belly with a look of absolute concentration.

Right, seeing how I was a bipedal being at one point there are muscles in my legs I don't know how to properly work as in imagine having a new pair of hands and trying to operate them.

I pushed myself up is what I wanted to say but all I got was a small grunt a weird tingling and my left hind leg spasming.

“I don't think I can do it…” I whimpered sadly, I really wanted to walk but my brain wasn't firing the right kinda signals and my nerves were protesting with picket signs refusing to work until a union of rest days were in the future.

My sister seemed to not believe me at first, but quickly realized I wasn't lying about me not being able to lift myself up.

“Okay darling, let's see, hmm.” Rarity hummed as she came forward looking me over and thinking. So ponies have a small bit in the back of their neck that's similar to a scruff, no really Rarity picked me up by the back of my neck which felt soothing in its it's own right just hanging there and gently with her own grace, dexterity placed me on her large back.

After adjusting me with her icy blue aura of her magic I was laying on her back somewhat comfortably. The heat however made me sweat, and because of this Rarity made a funny face as she felt my own sweat on her back.

“Twilight dear, as much as I would love to stay I simply must be off to get Sweetie to a doctor, no offense Love Potion you really saved our haybacon but um.” she stumbled with her words, the beautiful Zebra just smiled.

“None taken, I am more of temporary relief sort of medicine pony, you should take her to her healer to cover what I have missed. You have the soothing potion formula I gave to you? If her healer says otherwise have her take it once a day to ease the tremors she might have.” Love Potion said then looking to me.

“Get well little one.”

“I-I will!” I promised the zebra.

“Okay Rarity, its it's probably for the best you, the girls, and Rainbow head back. I'm going to stay here for the rest of the week to study the ruins, Professor Diggs is very much looking forward to discussing its origins. I will write you all a letter to let you know if I find out why that idol shocked Sweetie or anything else of note.” Twilight said trotting over to nuzzle Rarity and I, nuzzling was similar in how a kiss felt. Warm and filled to the brim with affectionate feelings.

“Amnesia can be scary, but you’ll be okay Sweetie. It's best to take things slow and readjust to familiarity and things will start coming back to you.” Twilight murmured with another nuzzle of my cheek, I returned the rubs with my own if just for the pleasant feeling it gave.

“Its… its it's not so bad, I just don't remember much of anything. Ha ha…” I laughed nervously. I really hoped I didn't kill Sweetie Belle as a personality. I don't think I could take the guilt.

“Well… you get better okay?” Twilight said gently, giving Rarity a quick nuzzle she left with a quick goodbye. Love Potion following behind after her.

“Right, well. Let's get going shall we? Its It's about a half day journey to Las Pegasus on wagon then it's a straight shot on train to Ponyville. We won't be dallying around Las Pegasus I'm afraid, you are grounded for the next year as far as I'm concerned and I think we’ve had enough excitement for one week hmm?” Rarity said to me turning her head so one of her big beautiful blue eyes were staring at mine, I nodded subdued at her soft scolding.

Man, she could make me feel like the actual Sweetie Belle and feel shame for scaring her and her friends.

The wagon was more of a wagon train really, ponies I've never seen worked in the earth like something out of a movie. Incoherent talk and yelling could be heard as background noise as probably a few hundred ponies, zebras and even Diamond Dogs worked on excavating a hidden complex, which the makings of stone pillars and even a statue could be seen being unearthed by the efforts of these fine ponies and diamond dogs.

I saw Twilight speaking with a elderly gentlecolt who wore the stereotypical explorer’s hat and tan suit, a thick white mustache complementing his deep sand colored fur. I could only guess this was the aforementioned Professor Diggs leading the excavation.

Rainbow Dash was probably the coolest to see in real life, her bright cyan colored body glinted in the sunlight along with her chromatic hair. She was flapping her wings over a couple of wagons that probably held empty boxes and findings to be sent off to analysts to date and cross reference the origins of the said relics. She was beautiful in a more rougher kinda way, her nose was a tad crooked from what I could see, probably having broken it in a crash or training accident at some point.

She kept a watchful eye on the little fillies of Apple Bloom and Scootaloo who were helping pack boxes into a cart, they looked downtrodden Scootaloo a little more so under the gaze of Rainbow Dash her idol.

Rainbow waves to Rarity giving her a quick grin as I waved back lamely my hoof spasming in a really annoying way, which Rainbow simply shook her head in a disapproving way. We were on cleaning duty for a long time as I could tell.

“Alright darling, I'm going to set you in one of the carts preferably one with a tarp over it to keep you from drying up. Are you thirsty dear?” She said walking to one of the less packed carts with a shade proving tarp covering most of it, she magicked me into a spot with enough room for three fillies if they were done being snug close to one another.

I nodded, despite my bravado it was hard to talk with both my nerves being on strike and the dryness of my tongue. Rarity kindly brought a canteen over from one of the crates and pops the top for me. Not knowing how to really hold things I used both hooves and sort of hooked the canteen between them, Rarity helped me lift the canteen itself as my arms seemed to refuse to move at the times I needed them to.

Sweet sweet water touched the miniature desert that was my mouth filling the oasis of life as it were, I greedily gulped down the cool water.

“Not so fast darling, you’ll choke.” Rarity chided as the the warning became true, I choked having tried sucking down to much water at once. The canteen was pulled away from me, coughing hard which Rarity pulled a handkerchief from the nearby canteen supply and whipped my face.

“See? What I’d tell you?” she tuted the way Rarity does, which I gave a sheepish smile.

“Thanks sis…” I mumbled thankful for her love.

“It's not a problem darling, you get some rest while I help finish packing with the others.” She gave me a soft kiss upon my forehead, making me blush with the mix of guilt and the warmth that spread from my heart. With that she trotted away toward the hovering Rainbow Dash.

Now completely slated for thirst and under the cooler tarp than in the blazing sun, my thoughts lulled as I rested my head on my hooves and after a blink or two I was suddenly fast asleep.

…

“Who are you?” I was asked, I woke from the daze I was in seeing Sweetie Belle sitting across from me. We were on a train sitting in a compartment booth, a calm soft chugging of the engine far up ahead and the sight of trees flying by in the window.

It felt safe here

She was solid, a curious look on her adorable features, I looked at myself I was something akin to sparkling lights and data streams similar to the visual representation of the Matrix.

“I don't know, I am me.” I answered which the filly before me frowned.

“You don't have a name? That's sad.” Sweetie Belle commented, “Do you want a name?” she asked looking hopeful.

I smiled back, yes a name would be good.

“I’m sorry.” I lamented to her.

“For what?” she questioned.

“For being you.” I stated.

“For not letting you be you.”

“I was hurt, you helped me.” She said with a bright smile.

“Besides, I love you.”

“I love you too.” I replied putting all my heart into it.

“You’ll help me won't you? Be whole?” she came to me and I bent down to hug her, warm and beautiful.

“Yes, I will forever and always.”

“Even when I’m scared?”

“Especially when you are scared.”

“Take care of me.”

“Always.”

…

When I woke all I could see is something extremely cute, what that cute thing was happen to be Apple Bloom. She was asleep due to her deep breathing and open mouth, a soft snoring was just above me which a sleeping Scootaloo had her head just above mine.

I felt myself blush hard as I realized why I felt so warm and soft, Apple Bloom had her hooves tangled in mine her belly against mine and our snouts close enough to kiss. Apple Bloom as I remember tended to hold the closest thing in her sleep, which was likely me in this case.

Her warmth made me blush harder as I shifted ever so slightly my hind leg dangerously close to her delicate flower of maidenhood, I silently cursed and thanked the gods for this situation because this body made its heart flutter and breathing hitch. Apple Bloom smelled like turned earth, rich vegetation and a very soft other scent I could not place, it was sort of sweet smelling almost like a apple would smell but not really.

They must of been tired from the day’s events and passed out like I did, the soft rumble of the wagon steady underneath us. Okay Sweetie, how to get out of this one without waking Bloom. Well I can't exactly move well and anything other than a slight movement might wake her.

She did smell really good.

I unconsciously tried to snuggle myself under her chin to get more of that yummy smell. I didn't know my nose would be able to pick up such small smells but they did.

Apple Bloom mumbled something in her sleep as she pulled her hooves around me and nearly crushed me against her, our bellies now fully against one another. I shivered as I felt one of my nubs brush against the furnace that was Apple Bloom. I closed my eyes, silently enjoying this but also scared out of my mind if Apple Bloom woke up and didn't like where I was.

I felt a twinge of hurt if that was the case, I didn't want Apple Bloom not to like me in any sort of way.

Apple Bloom slowly opened her eyes, unfocused and sleepy when I reopened them.

“G’mornin Sweetie…” she mumbled.

“Oh my, I wish I had my camera!” Rarity’s voice titered from above which the less hot sun was near the evening sky casting orange light across the subtle blue.

“Huh?” I replied intelligently as Apple Bloom blushed the same color as her mane, she dislocated herself from my own appendages the sound making Scootaloo snort awake.

“I-Im up Fluttershy… I’m up.” she said rolling over and snoozing again.

Apple Bloom sat on her haunches still blushing as she looked down at her hooves, Rarity was above us giving us a devilish smile, which I blushed smiling too in a very awkward way.

“Come now everypony we are almost here at Las Pegasus and we can't all carry you to the train station, Scootaloo dear time to get up.” she said nudging her making her snort again like the horse she is slowly getting to her haunches.

The poor girl looked like she was not awake at all.

“Uh okay.” Apple Bloom said looking down at me with a awkward smirk and then back to the awkward blush.

I internally squeed at Apple Bloom’s expression, there really is the better difference between just a cartoon and the real thing.

“Come now Sweetie, upsy daisy.” Rarity picked me via her magic and softly placed me on her back once more.

Las Pegasus was massive, not lengthwise but in height and scale where a normal would of sprawled half the countryside this one decided to go up, Greek cloud pillars held aloft buildings of both solid and reinforced cloud make a walkway sprawled between the islands of more adult themed gambling and entertainment establishments showed of spectacular theatres and neon signs that moved in their distinct mechanical way.

Species of all types walked the skyways and roads at the bottom taking elevators or some kinda stairs to reach higher levels of commute, hell even a advanced monorail silently kerchunk off near the more greener hills where the large letters of ‘APPLE WOOD’ glowed white in the evening sun’s rays.

Rarity giggled at my open mouth amazement “I was the same way, my first trip to Las Pegasus. Very fond memories, they have a amazing water park I'm quite fond of.” she reminisced giving me a side smile which I grinned back.

“Perhaps when you mature some I’ll take you here, but I'm still very furious with you for endangering yourself and your friends.” she said aloud to the other fillies making their way out of the cart and landing on dusty ground.

Rainbow Dash snickered from above doing a lazy loop in the air before landing next to them.

“Alright squirts, we aren't stopping for anything just straight to the train. Scoots I'm going to be there to translate for Fluttershy because you know how she gets, but don't expect sympathy from me even if you are my number one fan.” Rainbow said crossing one of her hoof over the other.

“What you did was foolish, even for me. You had nopony watching you three and Sweetie got hurt, and all her memories are jumbled. What's even worse is that you followed us without paying for a ticket, as stowaways then followed us on hoof in an unponified place!! Who knows what kinda creeps could of done to you.” Rainbow vented as we three all made our way toward the long tracks with a large station at the center.

“Hey! W-we get it, and and! We’re sorry!” I exclaimed trying to defend my best friends prides, “We did bad… right girls?” I asked them which they nodded a bit of relief of somepony sticking up for them.

“We did! Ahn ah promise we’d nevar do it again! Right Scootaloo?” She said to the orange pegasus filly. Scootaloo nodded her head quickly in agreement.

“We promise!!” she chirped her voice squeaking in her tomcolt way, Rarity and Rainbow both raised a eyebrow.

“Well at least you understand your position… Hmm alright we won’t pester you three on the foolish thing you did. Ah ah ah ah! This doesn't mean you get out of your grounding Sweetie, same goes for you Apple Bloom, Scootaloo. Twilight wrote very detailed letters to both Fluttershy and Applejack after we found you three. Applejack is livid and Fluttershy is a mess.” she sniffed, the station was similar to grand central station, but more old fashioned.

“Aw dangit, ahm probably gonna get mucking duty fer tha rest of mah life!” Apple Bloom said in despair.

“Momm- I mean Fluttershy is gonna take away my scooter!!” Scootaloo said in horror, I nearly died of cuteness at Scootaloo’s near slip up of calling Flutters mommy. Which on me was trying desperately not to squeak and smile or roll on the floor suffering a cute induced heart attack.

I liked that Flutters had adopted Scootaloo, the little filly was tough only on the exterior and Fluttershy was the kindest and most caring anypony could ask for. I made a note to ask Rarity or Scootaloo how that twist in fate came about.

You know, Rainbow's butt was quite beautiful on a pseudo sexual/aesthetic way. The thoughts bubbled from the fact that she was so animated when she talked or moved, even the feminine sway she had was on the side of hypnotic.

Her chromatic tail swishing in just a way it could almost be considered teasing on a purely instinctive level, not conscious of the way it moved. I know understood why Dash tended to be the object of affection for cloppers, her defining sex was naturally parted ever so slightly a shade or two darker than the rest of her with obvious freckles that painted her posterior from all the time she spent in the sun.

Freckles on fur were like tiny splotches of lighter fur color that had been saturated by the sun’s rays, Apple Bloom was covered in them but not as defined as Applejack’s freckles on her cheeks. Dash’s rear swayed as she talked to the ticket admission clerk behind one of those window shade metal girders, continuing with my observations which were making me blush unintentionally.

Her ponut for a lack of a better term than anus, was small round and tightly puckered hiding just beneath the tailbone which held her signature chromatic tail. Her haunches were perky in the way that said ‘I work out’ and curved down to her navel where I could just see two small teats that were only marginally larger than Apple Bloom’s.

Cutie Marks were fascinating as they were perfect colored fur patterns located right on their flanks, the color saturation suggested that it also was imprinted onto the skin underneath so even if you were to take a razor to their fur it would turn not into a fur pattern but a actual tattoo. I guess the fans calling them ass tattoos had some merit.

Once tickets were bought we were ushered into a sitting booth at the station for the evening train back to Canterlot. Everypony must realize on some level that they were tired and their own beds called to them after the hectic day, as we sat there with little talk between each other.

I of course had nothing to say, my own internal dialogue removing the need to make small talk. Somepony is probably going to realize that at some point, so I made a note to act more like Sweetie Belle to keep up appearances. The fact that Rarity would likely blow up knowing that her sister wasn't her sister internally I think it would be similar to a marshmallow in a microwave.

I had no questions on what they would do to me, but I don't think it would be as extreme as one would think. My ‘death’ was most likely similar one kills a personality and replaces it with another, an exchanging of personas. The princesses would likely put me in a jar somewhere in their studies surviving off some magi-mechanical to keep me alive but harmless.

‘Look at the ‘hooman’ abstract thought construct, it is quite sarcastic but deeply thoughtful. No Sister I don't think we should send it to the moon, nor Tartarus because it is quite nice looking as a paper weight.’

I snorted at my own morbid thoughts, I didn't desire to die or be locked away but I loved Sweetie Belle and this whole damn world and if it were to bring the youthful innocence of her light back into this world than I would gladly chain myself and throw the key in the nearest void.

Sweetie Belle of course didn't need to suffer the nerve damage, I was the cause of sorts and because if that I would wait until we got better before I spill the beans on what's going on with her and her ‘amnesia’. As Applejack once said ‘The truth might taste like a rotten apple, but its it's still got the seeds to grow into something better’... well she didn't say that but I bet if I told her that she would use it as a example one day.

“You alright Sweetie? You have been awful quiet.” Rarity murmured to me while we stood at the station the other three having a quiet conversation.

“Huh? Oh, I'm fine… I've just been thinking about what I know, it makes my head hurt trying to remember things I don't remember.” I lied, I hated that I even had to but I think if I were to start speaking my mind the nearest mental clinic and then a blast of the elements would be in my future. I did not want ancient magical artifacts touching Sweetie more than necessary thank you very much.

“A Bit for your thoughts?” she asked genuinely interested in my thoughts. “I know this must be hard Sweetie, believe me I'm having a hard time believing you actually have amnesia, but Love Potion is a credible medic so I believe both of you. I want to help as much as I can to help you.” she said gently to me, her beautiful eye looking into mine.

“I um… I remember my friends, I remember you and your friends. I know you saved Equestria!” I praised her, making a light dusting of a blush cross her cheeks.

“Yes well, once darling, it's how I met Twilight and she is a very good friend, once you get past the ahem dorky and awkward nature.” Rarity laughed softly making me giggle.

“But like I said… there are a lot of blanks… I don't remember what my favorite food is or… or… our time together.” I said shame filling my gut, it sucked that I didn't know, that I was a timeless spectator only seeing the small glimpses of their rich lives.

“I remember places, but I don't remember where they are at least not their exact location… everything is all jumbled up.”

Rarity brought me in front of her so she could hug me tightly, her warmth spreading to me as I blinked away some tears not realizing I had started crying.

“You are safe and I will always be with you, Sweetie.” Rarity murmured rubbing my cheek with her own and kissing my forehead. I felt like my heart was in my throat, I was trash. I proved it with my own staring and thoughts of chaos. Taking advantage of a young girl’s life and limited knowledge of this world timeline for my own gain.

I hugged her tighter as much as my body would let me, which had the strength of a feather duster picking something up.

“I’m s-sorry…” I hiccuped the shame and guilt really hitting me in her forelegs. I was only human, well as close as one could be.

“Shhh… you’ve done nothing wrong, dangerous but not wrong. We’ll get over this hmm? Together.” she hummed in a sing song voice, running a hoof through my mane as she hugged me letting me cry.

The train whistle blew off in the distance, the Las Pegasus was one of the main stations for repair and direction change, the massive train yard outside showed that several other trains were being prepared for departure. One thing the show got wrong was how their train system was just as complex as a ‘modern’ one, at least as far as I could remember being.

The station itself had on display of where trains were at their arrival and departure times and from what I could see was several tracks that merged further away from the station where our current one was chugging its it's way into the transfer station. Another thing that was different was their size, the train was massive the main steam engine similar to the one in the show but it was built the same way a real steam engine would be minus the pink and heart filled coloring. I didn't doubt one of the trains did look like the show’s one, it was probably a unique one that was stationed in Ponyville.

Another loud whistle echoed behind the station as there was the hiss of hydraulics as the thirty some cart passenger train came to a slow stop. I wish I could see all of it but the platforms blocked most of the train yard.

“Alright Everypony our train will be out soon so get ready.” Rarity called as all of us got to our hooves, well Rarity picked me up enough so I could stand. My legs trembled terribly and buckled I lasted about four seconds before dropping. Rarity caught me levitating me onto her back once again.

I murmured a sheepish thank you which got a sly grin from her and a wink from her.

The crusaders were bouncing up and down in excitement chattering to one another about how they get to ride the train and Scootaloo called a window seat, I grinned myself they must not get to ride the train often. I was excited too, I've never ridden a steam train and wondered how much it was magic and scientific engineering.

About ten or so minutes a fresh train and probably crew came hissing out of the train yard. The engine passing right in front of us in all its power at a slow pace moving its carts into the station, which were a lot less than the other train. The clopping of hooves came from a skyway in the massive station of the second floor as the first drop offs of the train came from the other side of the station.

“ALL ABOARD!!” the conductor called blowing a whistle, “LAS PEGASUS TO FILLY DELPHIA, ALL ABOARD!!” Another conductor called as we hurried inside in one of the carts, other ponies and species all hurrying into the open cart doors.

Inside smelled like air freshener and a chemical smell of being cleaned and sanitized, the rug at the center looking like it had been vacuumed clean. We found our booth where Rainbow, Scootaloo and Rarity sat together while I sat across from Rarity next to Apple Bloom who pressed against me to look out the window, instead of the usual green it was a soft blue but similar in design to the one I knew.

After what felt like another ten minutes, the conductor came to collect our tickets which the conductor shredded on the spot into a small bag on her chest.

“Sweetie.” Apple Bloom whispered at me turning to me which I gave her a smile.

“Yeah Bloom?” I asked just as quiet, the seats were large enough to lay down on your belly if you desired which I was laying down. To be honest I was ready to gnaw my leg off if it didn't stop twitching.

“Um ‘bout earlier, ah probably made yah feel like ah invaded yer personal space. Ah tend tah grab things in mah sleep, ah thought ah was still dreaming when ah woke up.” She said rubbing her arm not looking at me, “So wah I wanna say is sorry if ah made you feeling all uncomfortable like.”

I giggled making her look up me.

“It's alright Apple Bloom, you were dreaming about me?” I teased her lightly, Apple Bloom blushed hard her cheeks turning the same color of her mane.

“No!! Honest ah-" I snickered, leaning my head and pressing my cheek against her’s.

“Just playing yah Bloom~” I smiled at her, her orange colored eyes searching my green ones which she smiled giving her own nervous giggle.

“It was nice, like a warm hug.” I continued thinking aloud, making Apple Bloom smile faintly as she rubbed her cheek back.

“I-It was nice wasn't it?” she commented back laying down next to me a lot more relaxed.

“I don’t mind if yah hug me Bloom, hugs are great!” I encouraged her making her smile even wider.

“Hugs are tha best, Scootaloo says she don't like hugs but ah think she does yah should see her with Fluttershy.” Apple Bloom snickered looking at Scootaloo who was getting a talk from Rainbow Dash who was talking to her quietly. Scootaloo’s pretty purple eyes glanced our way which made us giggle.

“How’d that happen? I don’t remember Fluttershy being a parent to Scootaloo.” I asked genuinely curious.

“Aw geez, yah really do have that amnesia don’t cha?” Apple Bloom said giving me raises eyebrows “It was ah big deal two weeks ago, Scoots got adopted bah her. She was livin at ah community house with Grape Punch and Sunlight Gimmer, Mayor Mare was keepin ah eye on her. Makin shur that she went tah school and the like with us.”

“Its true Sweetie, Fluttershy went to Mayor Mare after you three spent the night there and helped her out. You should of seen her, I've never seen our shy and soft spoken Fluttershy so adamant about adopting Scootaloo.” Rarity said smiling at the thought eavesdropping into our conversation, the train whistled a few times before it started to move forward.

Ah so we are two weeks after the Stare Master episode, that was pleasant to know it gave me come orientation to when I was.

“What about me?” Scootaloo buted in looking over to us, a frown on her lips.

“Yeah! I’ve known Fluttershy since I was a filly and it was scary how aggressive she wanted the squirt’s papers, I don’t think the Mayor has ever sweated so much.” Rainbow chuckled looking up as she remembered the situation.

“F-Fluttershy is alright.” Scootaloo stammered quickly crossing her forelegs together over her chest, making a harumphing noise.

“Ha! Flutters have a entirely different opinion squirt, she thinks the world of you.” Rainbow interjected making the filly blush.

“Its all fact dear, I've had her spill the beans when she and I are on our relaxation spa trips.” Rarity said grinning at the filly “She wants to be the best mother to you she can possibly be and has asked for advice on how to handle the more difficult aspects of living with a filly. She loves you a whole awful lot dear” she said flipping her mane as she looked back out the window.

I grinned as big as possible at Scootaloo, “I know Fluttershy!! She is really nice and probably the best pony ever!”

Rarity looked indignant “Please darling, Fluttershy is a sweet pony and makes a great mother but I’m pretty sure I remember you calling me the best.” she teased, Rainbow added her two cents before Rarity could continue.

“Yeah yeah, coming from the same pony who cries the moment her hoof gets a tad chipped. Didn't you order a fainting sofa too?” Dash chortled giving Rarity a light shove.

Rarity raised her nose in a snobbish sort of way her eyes closed. “I am a refined lady who takes great pride in their appearance, unlike somepony who would rather wrestle Applejack in the mud and ruin her perfectly colored mane.”

“Hey! Mud ‘rasslen is real fun!” Apple Bloom defending her big sister.

“Riiight whatever you say Rares, you just get too stuffy sometimes with all your canterlot class. You should try it sometime! Gets the blood pumping~” Rainbow said rolling her eyes with her own mirthful grin.

“So what’s living with Fluttershy like Scoots?” I asked eager to keep the feel good mood going.

Scootaloo rubbed the back of her spiky mane blushing again.

“Um, good I guess, her house is real big and I’ve got my stuff in the guest bedroom now. Fluttershy likes to hum a lot so, it's nice to know she is there ya’know?” Scootaloo said trying to downplay her happiness.

“Living with a bunch of animals is a little weird though, Angel is a real big meanie to Fluttershy taking advantage of her cuz she’s so nice.” Scootaloo scowled at the memory of the bunny that was the bane of Fluttershy’s life but she refused to see that the bunny took advantage of her.

“She makes really yummy carrot sandwiches and Daisy tea!! I thought tea was dumb at first but when I tried it, it wasn't so bad.” the filly smiled remembering the food Fluttershy had made for her.

“She uh… you know… tucks me in at night and sings me to sleep.” Scootaloo trailed off as another blush formed. “N-Not that I need it! I just let her cuz she wants too!”

All of us smiled at one another at Scootaloo's failed attempt to hide her affection for the yellow and pink mare.

“I’m happy Fluttershy took you in!! Its almost as great as finding your cutie mark!” I cheered which Apple Bloom nodded happily along with me.

Scootaloo gave a half annoyed scoff, “That requires us to know what it's like for us to get our cutie marks.” she said leaning her head back into the head rest, well below it due to her size.

I giggle along with Apple Bloom.

“I agree with Sweetie dear, Fluttershy is something special.” Rarity sighs looking wistful.

“Even though I'm awesome, Fluttershy is something else isn't she.” Rainbow agreed as they thought about their friend.

The train’s soft chugging filled the silence as I looked at all the ponies here, here I was with the actual living cast of my little pony. I felt a sense of peace overcome me, a desire I didn't realize I wanted fulfilled.

I could barely remember what I was, all that I knew that I was human. That I was a fan of the show I now currently resided in and I knew I loved these individuals. When it came to myself only bits and pieces came to mind, for instance I felt I had been masculine but there was no real defining difference as I don't think I cared whether feminine influences touched or guided my actions.

So what made me feel so… fulfilled? If or when I ever had been alive did I not feel satisfied with the world I came from? I guess that is a redundant question, the human earth was a cesspool of all that is good and evil the lines of morality so blurred that humanity was likely to kill itself off in the next hundred to two hundred years in a nuclear winter and we didn't have Vault Tech to save the figurative day.

It was irony to think that if aliens or some super advanced race decided to catalogue our race’s modern history and culture into a single A.I who thought himself human and then they too disappear to leave the archived ‘human’ in one of the vaults they scattered across the galaxy to have the reassurance of continuity.

Who knows maybe I was some kinda A.I. who had nothing to do but go through human culture in its databanks then convinced itself it was human so it wouldn't go insane. I brushed such dark thoughts away, if I questioned my own identity to much I might go crazy.

Best leave thinking of that level to the philosophers, I was or currently occupying Sweetie Belle! Proud member of the Cuite Mark Crusaders and best friends to aforementioned members of the guild.

I knew what our Cutie Mark was of course, I've seen it. Reminder charge Spoiled Milk with child abuse and domestic abuse, the mare probably only married Filthy Rich for his business with the Apple family. Too bad she was so blinded by her own nose that she didn't realize that the Apple family was literally old money seeing how they founded a cross station point for the transcontinental railroad and the town itself.

Granny Smith was probably more loaded than any of the higher ups in Canterlot, the old mare was just probably frugal as all hell. Not to mention Big Macintosh and co. being related to the Pears as the eldest to inherit both sides of the business, and their relation to the Oranges who were literal high class citizens and probably owned their own orange tycoon down in the tropics.

Blessed be the Apples for their humility and grace as to not forget their roots, I don't think I could stand (figurative, I dont think I could stand now) for a spoiled Apple Bloom after she grows up and realizes the mass of bits she is going to inherit along with her siblings. If none of them realize this than Granny Smith is probably doing them a favor to keeping them altruistic and frugal with the money they do ‘have’.

Anyway I didn't want to ruin the surprise and the reformation of Diamond Tiara simply because I blabbed.

“Sweetie yah alright? Yah been havin ah whole bunch of frowny faces and yah look like Snips when he tries math at school.” she gives me a half smile, I blinked.

“Oh, I'm trying to think about what kinda food I like. Do I like hayfries?” I asked everpony there.

“Hayfries are so gooood.” Rainbow Dash whines laying her head back against the seat, “Sucks sometimes that I’m on a muscle building diet, strict vegetables and light fruits for me.” she whines again making Rarity roll her eyes playfully.

“Last I recall Sweetie you liked orchid and tulip sandwiches with lettuce and tomato on rose petal dough bread. We don't get it often because how expensive the ingredients can be, really twenty five bits per loaf of rose petal it's highway robbery if you ask me.” She huffed, Apple Bloom perked up.

“Yah also like vanilla shakes and cherries, yah always ask Mrs. Cake if she has glazed doughnuts and she always makes you some when yah ask. Ah dunno bout hayfries though.” she said looking up to think about it.

“Well I dont know about mother or father with your eating habits, but I do know we always eat at home. Fast food places are only good for if you are desperate for food and or have little time to sit down at a real restaurant. I will admit that a veggie burger deluxe is divine on the rare occasion but only when you are craving something greasy.” Rarity lectures.

“Heavens know that Twilight needs to cut back on the greasy food, she is getting a tab ahem tubby around the waistline.” this caused Rainbow and I to belly laugh, Twilight would be the hayfry junkie like the fandom sometimes depicts her as. I'm going to laugh even harder if she starts knocking over glasses of chocolate milk.

“What's your favorite food?” I asked my sister, which she blinked on confusion before her expression returned to normal as she remembered i didn't remember a lot of things.

“I, uh, well I wouldn't call it my favorite but I simply love broccoli and onion soup. Mother would make it for me during the cold season, so it is a comfort food than anything else.” she said giving a small laugh and a light dusting of pink on her cheeks.

I turned to the others.

“I like banana smoothies with peanut butter, too bad I can't ever have any till my diet pays off.” Rainbow said glumly before perking up again, “I looooooove cider, it's the best thing ever!” she said almost drooling at the thought.

“I like… *mumble*” Scootaloo said trailing off and mumbling the last words.

I leaned toward her.

“You what?” I asked looking at her deflated expression.

“It's... not a lot of ponies like… what I like. Pegasus ponies tend to like it too but, it might be yucky to you.” She said not looking into my eyes.

“And?” I asked now confused at Scootaloo’s reluctance, she looked back seeing my expression.

“You don't remember do you?” she asked.

“No, d-did I overreact to it before?” I questioned, she nodded and I frowned deeply.

“Well, I’m really sorry Scoots. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings.” I sincerely apologize on the behalf of Sweetie, I forget that they don't know friendship the way the adults did and even then miss Sparkle butt had to come in and save the day usually.

“Its alright… I like fish… I like salmon a lot.” she said mutely but looked happy that I had apologized. Ah meat, that's why Sweetie probably overreacted seeing that most ponies were vegetarians seeing or hearing that her best friend ate another ‘living’ thing probably gave her the willys. Apple Bloom scrunched her nose as she said this but other than that she didn't overreact.

“Its okay squirt.” Rainbow said rubbing her head “I like fish on occasion, maybe next time me and Flutters head out we can take you to Cloudsdale for sushi!” she said trying to cheer Scootaloo up, it did get a smirk from her.

“I don't mind if you eat fish Scoots! Honest!” I said smiling at her which I lightly nudged Apple Bloom to say something.

“Uh yeah, Ah didn't know pegasus ponies a-ate meat is suprisin is all.” she said giving Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash a weak smile.

“Now dears, I don't know what they are teaching you in school but pegasus biology is a tad different from a unicorn or earth pony. Fish or lean meat can be apart of their diet for protein and minerals that they can't get from normal vegetables or grasses that we eat.” Rarity says lightly informing us of Rainbow and Scootaloo’s biological needs.

“Not all pegasus ponies eat meat ya’know we take tablets and vitamins to get the stuff we need. But us pegasus ponies like to stay near the water so we can catch fish or crab to cook, why do you think Cloudsdale often floats along the Snake Way river? Its cuz our sushi places need fish to make into sushi.” Rainbow explained.

“Ah thought it was cuz Cloudsdale needed water tah make tha clouds.” Apple Bloom said frowning at this new information.

“Well, yeah mainly, but that's the other reason.” Rainbow said waving her hoof in dismissal.

“Well guess yah learn somthin new everyday.” Apple Bloom said turning back to Scootaloo.

“If yah eatin fish, ah don't mind Scootaloo if it's what yah need.”

“So, what do you like Apple Bloom?” I asked trying to change the subject so Scootaloo could feel more comfortable.

“Ah like Zap Apple jam, an ah like when Granny makes her special corn and potato stew with cinnamon apple bits in it.” She said making her belly growl at the thought, this call seems to call to the other bellies in the booth and make them growl too including my own.

We all laugh as Rarity politely coughed.

“I think when the food trolley comes by we shall get snacks, yes?” we all nodded and made small talk once more.

When the food trolley did come, Rarity paid for Apple Bloom and I while Dash spent some coin on Scootaloo. I had something interesting it was a thick sweet breath that had nuts and berries in it, but for the life of me I couldn't tell what the berries were. They tasted something between a strawberry and watermelon. The food was divine as Rarity would put it, every mouthful was a explosion of flavor and I groaned in pleasure for the third time as I took a bite unable to hold anything in my hooves.

Apple Bloom was enjoying a toasted scone with a raspberry jam, Scootaloo had gotten a blueberry danish and was currently making a small mess with her crumbs. Rarity was eating type of small pastry that had a hay based cream cheese filling, Rainbow was chewing on carrot looking glum.

As I ate my bread I looked out the window, the countryside was breathtaking in the way it was slowly turning more and more green as we chugged along at a steady pace. Great swaths of dryland forests and small patches of towns with roads leading to and fro slid across the window like a photo slide.

I didn't expect that the actual land of Equestria was as small as it was in the show, as cartoons tend to wrap space for the sake of plot, and often times the forgetfulness of animators, example being Rarity’s boutique which has gone through several designs and I never could truly place what was on the Apple’s farmstead because of how everything was placed for convenience of the plot. I was looking forward actually to seeing the real actual design of ponyville and not have a warping space time continuum to navigate.

The soft swaying of the cart, the warmth in my belly from eating for the first time here in this world, being surrounded by ponies that love Sweetie Belle and at some level me. That feeling of contentment came back as I lowered my head to my hooves watching the darkening sky pass me by.

I blinked once, then twice slowly and then sleep took me into its folds.

…

“Thank you, I felt bad that I hurt Scootaloo.” Sweetie said as she sat next to me, we were sitting in a train booth forests sliding past us gently in the window.

“It was nothing, I'm happy that Scootaloo has a lot of ponies that love her.” I reply with a smile.

“I'm glad she does too! Fluttershy loves her whole bunches!” she laughed cheerily, I laughed with her as both smiled at each other.

“Are you sad?” she asks after a moment.

“I'm trying not to be.” I return.

“You can tell me.”

“I can't help but feel like I've stolen this from you.” I say a tear running down my cheek.

“I'm here with you, I see what you do and feel what you feel.” she said sitting up straighter than before.

“I don't understand some things you think, but I don't mind if it makes my friends and sister happy. I'm happy.”

I felt her sit next to me and hug me as tears fell down my cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” I said.

“I don't want you to be sorry, I want you to be happy. I want us to be happy together.” she looked up at me and took a hoof to my tears, whipping them away.

“I love you after all.”

Author's Notes:

This is a side project im doing from Games We Play, I've always enjoyed the human stuck in a main character sort of stories and this sort of came out as a spiritual successor to Straight To Belle.

I'm still working on Games We Play, its just slow going since im trying to keep close to the cannon for the first couple of chapters then i'll have a lot more hoof room to work with.

anyways I hoped you enjoyed this~