The filly laid there on the bed, eyes shut and her head tucked in the crunch of her sister forelegs.  Remnants of the three cups of big girl pudding still were smeared on her cheek.  A patchwork green and blue quilt was matted against the sisters.  Both were to engross in the tender warmth of each other’s body heat to move. The slow rise and fall of the filly’s chest showed no signs of movement beyond the comfort zone.

The red manned alicorn was the was being slowly forced back to reality by the sound of the torrential downpour that was just starting to work its way over the tiny abode.    Only to be pushed back to a state of alertness as a familiar musk started to slowly drill its way into the mares snout.

Mary’s eyes creaked opened slowly to the welcomed image of a sleeping Selfie. A wry smile grew on her face, as she enjoyed the view.  You're such a little angel, we are going to have the best time ever.  She leaned over and gave a peck right on the tip of her horn.

Selfie leaned I wrapped herself around Mary’s neck as she grumbled incoherent words in her sleep.  She almost teared up at the sight.

A warm rush overcame Mary’s coat, and her entire lower half was almost completely drenched. The sleeping filly that was engrossed in her dream of pudding to find herself in a pool of liquid. Both made eye contact.

It was coming; Mary could see it on her face.  Selfie’s lip started to pout and her face became beat red.  The tears started to border her eyes as she looked guiltily at her older sister along with the low whining noise that was start to drum up from her throat.

Mary just chuckled as she flicked the tip of her sister’s horn. “I wet the bed, silly.” Selfie looked down towards her nethers; even she could tell it was her.  She pushed her head against her barrel, she wasn’t crying -because big girls don't cry- but Mary could still hear the sniffles all the same.

She wrapped her leg around the filly. “C’mon sis, let’s go get washed up.”

Selfie nodded,” Do you have any duckies?”

- - -

Selfie pushed Mr. Crackers along the surface of the bubbly bath water.  The gilded faucets still pouring the tempered water into the ceramic tub.  Mary was eagerly scrubbing away on the coat, enjoying the rare moment that come along a sister's only super bubble bath.

Selfie relaxed in black hoofs of her sister as she floated along the water and bumped right in her sister. “Sis, when do you think Gary is coming back?”

Mary started to wash away the shampoo in the little alicorn’s mane “He has only been gone for a few hours Selfie, but I am sure he misses you just as much as you miss him.”

She pushed the tiny duck into the frothy soap bubble mountain. “What if he doesn’t come back though, he said mom and dad would come back but they never did.”  

“You never have to worry about that, neither I nor your idiot big brother will ever leave you that is a promise,” Mary nuzzled the top of Selfie’s mane, her eyes where shallow as the old memories of the past played over.  It was all she could say, a simple promise she knew she would never break.

- - -

Mary combed the bright golden mane of the young alicorn, keeping her favorite pony tail in place giving several stoke for that smooth glossy look. “You ready Selfie, it’s almost time for your big day.”

The filly however was less than ecstatic as she kicked at the ground, being away from her sister was the last thing in the world she wanted.  Being force to go to a place that foals where restricted didn’t sound like the best of times to the little alicorn. “Do I have to go, can't you just teach me like Gary does?”

Mary rolled her eyes for the hundredth time that day, since breakfast. “Yes, Selfie You have to go to school, I know you will make lots of friends.  I have to go to work and Gary is off working on the new book. I hope anyway.”

Self looked at the brand new Daring Do backpack Mary had given her.  Already it was packed with her favorite stuffed animal, a worn out teddy bear with its left eye missing named Tibbers.  Also there was less important things as well, pencils pens, and other accoutrement the filly did not think was a necessity to bring. “Can I have a banana for lunch today?” she said giving up on the fact she knew she could not win and had to go.

“I don’t see why not, I thought you hated bananas though,” Mary said as she finished filling her saddle bags with the tools and paper she needed for work.

“I don’t know why but I have been having the weirdest craving for bananas, cucumbers and carrots.” The filly said in nearly a daze as her mind as she imagined biting into the fruit.

“Oh, I see.” Mary’s horn glowed and the banana she packed for the little fillies lunch disappeared from existence.  “How about we pick you up something to eat along the way.”

The filly nearly jumped at the chance of her own choice of lunch, since normally all her meals had been prepared for her, “Can we get some sub-hay? I want to get a foot long with extra mayo.”

This is going to be a long day.

- - -

“Thank you for taking her mid-day like this Ms. Cheerilee. I am sure she will be here until the end of the school year.” Mary said as she sipped down the coffee that the mare had generously provided.

Cheerilee waved a dismissed hoof, “Don’t worry about it, we get transfer students all the time coming in here.  Besides, Derpy already gave me the heads up that you would be coming.  It is not the first time a filly has joined our class with your circumstance.” The mare jotted down the new name onto the registry.

Selfie however was firmly planted behind Mary’s flank as she tried to use her long glossy tail as shield from the school mare. The protective barrier however moved to the side as the elder sister signed the paperwork.

“This is great, so what time should I be here to pick her up?” Mary questioned.

Cheerilee looked up at the clock, “Well we get out at three thirty, so any time after that is fine.  Normally the fillies walk home after school so you don’t have to pick her up.”

Mary immediately dismissed the thought, “We live on the north side on Ponyville next to the Everfree Apartments. I don’t think it would be wise to have her walking home in that neighborhood.”

Cheerilee leaned in to cut the volume off from prying ears, “I would recommend you always pick her up from school.  A filly with her state of development has been known to wonder off.  Ponyville is normally safe, but a tempting young filly who doesn’t know better can be targeted.”

Mary gasped, “Does that really happen… I thought that this side of Ponyville was safe from… predators.”

“Normally it is, it’s rare.  I am just saying it has been known to happen.  Thank Celestia that there have never been any incidences of that happening.”

Selfie now tried to hide herself under her sister, although with a spot of magic she found help standing upright and facing the ever piercing and yet loving eyes of her sister. “Selfie I will be here to pick you up after school, don’t go anywhere ok.  What do we do if a strange pony tries to talk to you.”

Selfie sighed in defeat, “I blow my whistle.” The under defeated sulk in her voice was a clear indicated that she did not want to be here.

Mary leaned over and kissed her horn. “That is a good girl; now don’t go blowing it for nothing.  I really doubt Gary would be happy if you used it because of spider or something silly like that.”

Selfie scrunched her face, “I am not dumb, and I will only blow it if I am in trouble.”

“Oh Ms. Sue.  What are you doing this weekend?” Cheerilee said as she looked at the school calendar.

“Nothing that I know of yet, most likely help Selfie with her homework, why what is going on?”

Cheerilee raised a hoof to her head as she chewed on the end of her pencil, “Well the school is hosting a dance for the students, it will not be anything big, it’s just that we can’t find enough chaperones for the dance. I know this is short notice and I really shouldn’t be asking somepony who just joined today, but I am at a loss for what to do.”

Mary looked down at Selfie, maybe she will enjoy it, and it can’t be as bad as my first dance. Oooo, maybe Big Mac will be there, I can be a great older sister and I can’t get a dance with Big Mac. “There wouldn’t be any problem say if a chaperone dance with another chaperone or a filly right?”

“There is nothing wrong with it; it’s actually encouraged that the parents dance with each other.  It’s good to get to know the other’s around the school.” Cheerilee leaned in and whispered, “It’s also good for the private lives and you should see some of the single fathers.” Cheerilee said with a smirk.

“I will do it!” she said with no hesitation.

Cheerilee nodded, “Excellent I will see you Saturday.”

Mary nodded to Ms. Cheerilee, “I will leave you too it then.” She turned her gaze to Selfie, “Remember Selfie I love you. Be a good girl for Ms. Cheerilee.”  The Mare’s horn glowed and she was gone in a black mist that dissipated into thin air.

Ms. Cheerilee looked at the little filly who was now staring in wide eyed wonderment back at her. “So Selfie, how would you like to see your new classroom?” With her mug of coffee drained there was nothing really left to do in the tiny room that was the teachers’ lounge, since there was only one teacher.

Cheerilee guided the young alicorn to the classroom, although her steps were halted as Selfie stuck to her side the entire way down.  The door to the room was a simple oak door with a caramel liqueur finish.  To Selfie, this could have been to doors to Tartarus.

Cheerilee passed that doors with ease, as the filly froze before the doors.  “Class, I would like to introduce to you a new transfer student.  Her name is Self Insert, and she will be with us for the remainder of the term.”

“Ahhh, who are you talking about Ms. Cheerilee?” Snails said with his trademark drawl.

“Why Selfie…” she sighs as she looked to her side to see the vacant space where the alicorn should have been.  “Selfie, please come in, we don’t bite.” Well Snips does but you don’t need to know that.

Selfie stood at the edge of the door, she peeked in. All eyes in the room where on her. Slowly she took one step in, and another.  Soon the alicorn was a whole foot inside the room, she wanted to praise herself for the incredible feet.

“Hi Selfie, welcome to Ponyville.” Said a filly with archer’s bow for a cutie mark.

“She... she is a alicorn!” said a pinkie filly with a Tiara for a cutie mark. “Are you like a princess or something?”

Selfie felt her face growing flush, attention was not her strong suit. “No, but my brother says I am one.”

“Where are you from?” questioned an eager young colt with a scissors for a cutie mark.

Selfie honestly tried to remember, “Well I have moved around a lot, my brother’s job keeps getting us sent to really weird places.  I have lived in Canterlot, Prance, Hoofington, Mosscow, Saddle Arabia, Manehatten and now Ponyville.”

“Wow, Selfie, you have been to a lot of different places.  Why did you come to Ponyville?” Ms. Cheerilee said. Knowing full well the reason, but the best way to break the ice with foals is to a nice Q&A.

“Well my brother said that my sister really missed us so we came for a visit, but then he left right away and said that I had to stay with my sister for a few months while he worked on his new book,” she started to grumble.

“What kind of bookths doesth he write?” said the red headed filly with peppermint sticks for a cutie mark, although her question was half lost to a where chuckle as she caught the eye of Chip Mint, an ice blue pegasus.

It was bound to happen, the can of worms that was soon to be let loose on the tiny town.  It wasn’t Selfie’s fault, nor was it any ponies.  Although for the little family was changed almost instantly as the little filly threw their live into turmoil with just two simple words.

“Daring Do.” The reaction was like anyone would expect all eyes even the teachers lit up.  The bombardment of questions started to flow from every pony in the room as Selfie inadvertently jump on her brother’s coat tail and now was riding high tide to instant popularity.  

After hundreds of questions that seemed to drag on for well over thirty minutes, only the grand total of three were asked about her.  The rest were Daring Do related; the filly didn’t mind, she was absorbing the attention like a sponge.

“Now children, please give Selfie some space.  We don’t need everypony crowding around making her feel uncomfortable.” The group of foals all groaned in unison, a certain trio of fillies however noticed something about the new girl.

Her flank was blank.

- - -

Selfie bit into the large sub-hay sandwich, extra mayonnaise with spinach –her new favorite. She couldn’t place why it was, but she loved the velvety texture.  She licked her lips as she enjoyed her meal, savoring the succulent texture of her lunch.

“Girls, I found her, she is over here!” called out a wet filly.  The small canopy outside the school was the perfect place to enjoy a meal.  Even more in the rain, it was the filly’s favorite weather.  The dark atmosphere and the warm rain that hit her coat only if the wind blew just right.

The wet orange coated filly was follow by three others, a white coated filly unicorn with a rainbow umbrella hat followed by a two redheaded earth ponies.

Selfie enjoyed the feeling of being sauté after, it was a new feeling for the young filly; unconditional acceptance from somepony other than her family. “Hi.”

“Hi Selfi—“

“So is it really true your brother is Gary Stu?” The orange filly interrupted the white one.

“Don’t go jumpin’ the gun Scoots, we should stop pesterin’ her about her brother. You know how it is when everyone acts over Big Mac.” Apple Bloom said in her southern drawl.

“Yah I guess you’re right, I just want to tell Rainbow Dash I am going to school with Gary Stu’s sister.  She is going to think that I am the coolest.”

“You have a really prethy mane,” the curly red head said as she took the spot directly left of her. “Do you comth ith?”

Selfie shook her head, “My sister did my mane this morning, she is great when it comes to styling manes.” Selfie took a bit of pride in her sister work.

“I wisth I had a sisther,” Twist said.

Sweetie Bell placed a reassuring hoof on Twist’s back, “Trust me you don’t, they use up all the hot water and never want to spent time with you.  They always complain about your cooking and they snoop through your stuff.”

Selfie shook her head. “My sister is not like that, she has never snoop though any of my stuff before.  She even is setting up a separate room just for me.”

“Hey Selfie, you should come with us to our club house.” Scootaloo exclaimed in a wide toothy grin.

“Not even here for a few hours and you already are trying to requite her for your little club,” came the mocking tone of a school drama queen.

“What was it that Babs called you again? Oh right, the Cutie Mark Crybabies,” remark the follower and best friend Silver Spoon.  The duo snickered in unison as they bump each other’s hoofs. Putting the trio immediately on the defensive, save for Twist who had long since earn her cutie mark who was now exempt from there scorn.

“Not to mention Thupid Twist, the dateless wonder,” they continued.

Or so she thought.

“I’m not Thupid!” the filly whined, “and I am noth a dathless wonder.” The filly pounded her hooves on the table. She had long since came to the conclusion that she was special from other fillies her age.  She had reached her first heat last year before her entire class, although her attempts to get a colt friend have been less than successful.

“Sure you’re not, and I am the queen of Prance.” Diamond Tiara said.

Silver Spoon lowered her gaze as she got close to her prey, “So how many times now have you been rejected, seven or eight time now. You know I know what your problem is, do you want me to tell you.” Her intent in her voice grew colder and sharper than a honed blade, “You always fall for a colt that shows you a little attention, it’s sad really. Knowing that all it takes to win your affection to simply talk to you.”

Diamond Tiara did a fake gasp as she put a hoof on she friend, “I don’t know if we should be talking to her then, she might develop a crush on us next if she even look at her.  It’s not like she would even try if she did, we all know she is a coward.”

“I’m not a thillythooller,” Twist said through teary eyes. “I am not a cowarth, sthop making fun of me!”

“Yah, quit it you two. Even for you, this has gone too far.” Scootaloo said as she put a comforting hoof on her friend back.

“Oh your filly friend coming to the rescue, how cute,” Tiara said in a snide tone.

“You guys should stop, you are making her cry.  I don’t know what she did, but you shouldn’t make ponies cry,” said the black horse of the group, Selfie.

Spoon and Tiara looked at each other and back at the young alicorn, they now had a new target. “Sorry to hear that Selfie, or Gary Stu’s sister. Which is it I wonder, seems like you were really enjoying the limelight in class today. My brother this, my brother that. Seems to me you’re nothing more than a parasprite that does nothing more than leech off her family’s accomplishments.”

The filly didn’t say anything she tried to think quickly of a rebuttal of some sort to counter her claim.  Alas, there was nothing she could say.  She did indeed enjoy the limelight of her brother’s book, as short lived as it was.  A filly her age turned to the only defense she knew, the ever pressing trump card all foals with older family members used when in trouble.

“Leave me alone or I’m going to tell my brother on you!”

Tiara snorted, “Already turning to your brother again. Where is he hmm? Is he just going to magically appear out of thin air to come to your rescue?”

To this the filly was eagerly prepared as she ripped the red cord from her neck and put the magic whistle on the table, “If I blow this whistle by brother will be here faster than you can say banana.”

Every pony looked at the item that apparently had the power to summon an older brother on command, even for them it was a stretch. “Right, well you know the problem with whistles is that you have to blow them, quick Spoon catch.” She knocked the whistle off the table and as she was commanded the follower of the bully crew bit down on the red cord as it glided midair.

The filly hopped across the canopy as she spat it back to Tiara, “Keep away, keep away.” Spoon cheered.

“Give me back my whistle, my brother gave that to me!” she whined as she saw the cord fly back and forth between the two fillies.

“Oh yah, what are you going to do? Gary can’t save you!” they both chanted.

“Give. Me. Back. My. WHISTLE!” she didn’t mean to do it. It was her first time, ever. Gary had told her he would find a magic tutor for her when she was old enough to control mana.  Her horn glow, it was bright gold like her mane as the piercing light lit the area. Power without control is a dangerous thing.

When the light faded, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon where gone and the last thing the filly saw as her body head fell against the table was the golden irises of her new friend Apple Bloom.

:Void:

The ever piercing whiteness of the abyss that extended of forever in all direction of pure blank. Both the fillies floated there with only themselves to keep each other company.

“Spoon.”

“Yah, Tiara.”

“We should tone it down a bit.”

“Yah I was thinking that too.”

“Hey Spoon.”

“What?”

“Where did that banana come from?”

:Five Hours Later, Mary Sue’s House:

Selfie stirred and almost fell back in the deep sleep she was in. It felt like she had just been on a roller coaster for a hour straight.  Even her braces felt tired, or she thought anyway.  Almost completely wade down to what felt like lead weights.

She was finally able to open her eyes after spending a moment to gather the energy to do so. Indeed, she was partially right, on her was three matted triple layer quilts. It took a moment for her to do so as she tried to muster the strength to push off the blankets.  It being late Fall meaning early nights and nights are cold, but this was just sweltering.

“Welcome to the land of the living you little munchkin,” Mary said as she appeared by her sister’s side.

Selfie flopped to her side; it took a moment for her to focus in on her sister’s face.  A feat that was quite easy since Mary found it necessary to rest her head on the edge of the bed. “What happened,” she said in a high pitched raspy groan.

Mary started to pet her mane, “Well you're growing up is all,” she cooed. “You just had a magic spurt and sent two of your classmates to another world. Don’t worry though, I already sent them back. Right now they should both be resting in their beds.

The room was filled with a loud thunderous crack, followed by the screams of stallions off in the distance.

Mary shut the curtain to the room and put a silence barrier over the room, “Selfie remember this is a dangerous neighborhood.”

Selfie looked back at her sister; the screams from the outside still wore in her mind. “Can you sleep with me tonight, I’m not scared but Tibbers says he wants you to sleep in here.”

Mary didn’t snicker; she was planning on sleeping in her bed from the beginning.  Mary tried her best to sleep in the bed that was meant for a filly and after a bit of repositioning her legs, resting them over the end of the bed.

She held on to Selfie who in turned held on to Tibbers. If the bear could smile he would have, who wouldn’t want to be between two mares.

:Half a mile away 10 minutes before:

A curly red manned filly smiled gingerly as she made her way to her new friends house.  Around her neck was a whistle that she had found in the mud after the incident as school. Along with being the class representative, which gave her access to the class registry and in turn gave her Selfie’s address.

More than anything she wanted to thank her new friend for coming to her aid.  What better way to do so than return what is precious to her. The narrow streets however where less than suitable for her glasses.

It was only around seven thirty, but it was pitch black out thanks to the times changing for the new season.  She quickly turned the corner to be greeted by the orange flank of a giggle heavyweight unicorn.

She bounced back as she readjusted her glasses, “Im thorry mthister, I didnth see you.” Her vision came back in the dim lighting. Three other stallions and a mare came into view; none looked pleased to see the little filly.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here a little lost sheep that fell off the beaten path?” said the scrawny stallion with a purple spiky mane.

“What are you doing way out here little sheep?” A deep voiced stallion with the jingly belly said.

“I’m not a sheep thilly, im a thilly.” Twist said with a wide toothy grin.

“Yes, yes you are.“ came the sultry voice of the mare with the pitch black coat. “So what my little thilly are you doing out here.”

“That’s noth very nicth mthister.” Twist said

“We are not very nice ponies,” said the stallion with the slick black mane that looked liked he comb it in grease. “Now what are we going to do to you is the question.  You see my associate here,” he put his hoof around his heavy friend. “Was grievously assaulted by you. Now we could like some compensation for the medical bills he will receive because of it.”

The filly back stepped, she could now above feel the intent of the gang in front of them. “I havth no biths mthiste—“ The ground left the filly as she found herself encompassed in a purple aura. “Leth me go!”

The stallion chuckled. “Oh that lisp is just adorable. Your parents is going to pay a pretty penny on getting you back. Small Time, Clover Tail, gag her and bring her to the apartments. We will find out who her parents in the morning.”

The large stallion nodded as he took the handkerchief from around his neck.  Twist scrunches her snout as the fat stallion tried to force the sweaty cloth into her mouth.  Twist didn’t know a wide variety of self-defense moves. Her parents had long ago wanted her to take karate lessons for self-defense. Right now though she only knew two things, screaming for help was out of the question so she used a technique from her younger(er) years.

She sunk her teeth into the his foreleg, the vice like bite sunk in a hole inch before the blubber before she was struck in the face. She hit the ground hard, her cheek now trying to seal a gash below her left eye.  She knew she had to make some kind of noise, anything loud enough to garner attention.  She did the only thing she could think of.

She blew the whistle.

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