My Day with her/My Day with Himby Masters-of-the-ElementsChaptersEarly Morning: KenshinEarly Morning: TwilightMorning: When they come aroundMorning: Time to ExploreEarly Morning: KenshinMy Day with Her/My Day with Him Early Morning: Kenshin Jones When you’re the youngest in a family of five you tend to developed some quirks that are hard to shake off. Take me, Kenshin Jones, for example; like I said I was the youngest in my family, so I often got up around four so I could get in the shower before anyone else. I never really broke that habit, even though I’m now a man in his early twenties. And once I’m up there’s no going back to bed. Anyways, I’m up around four-thirty on a Saturday morning, in late October. With a light yawn and a quick stretch, I shuffled out of bed and into my bathroom. After a quick drain and some water in my face, I stared at reflection, causally taken in my own appearance. Being one of the off-springs of a Japanese woman and American man, some would think I would look a little weird, but they would be wrong. People are often surprised when I tell them about my parentage. I believe that’s because I look more American then Japanese. About the only thing I have inherited from mom was her black hair and it still hard to tell that I came from a mix heritage. My skin is white with just a hint of tan in it. My face is narrow especially at the around the chin, though that’s hard to spot because of a small lay of baby fat around my cheeks. I have a small nose and slightly small eyes, which I think I gain from my mother. Then there’s my hair; like I said before its black and at the moment a little wild due to needing a hair cut soon. I sigh a bit in content, and leave the bathroom. The place I’m living isn’t big, and I liked that just fine. It a medium size apartment, with two bedrooms, one which is currently unused, the bathroom I just left and a kitchen and living area connected. Like I said not very big, and I’m just fine with that. I shuffled into the kitchen, to fix myself a generic brand English muffins and juice. I then retreated to my worn but still reliable love seat, set my breakfast down, and picked the remote to try and find something on. There wasn’t a thing on, which I shouldn’t have found surprising. All that was really on was old show that are older then me, infomercials and Adult Swim, and I want to stay away from that part of Cartoon Network. With a reluctant sigh, I turned my TV to one of the music channels, classical music, and ate in relative peace. As the music soothe me, I looked around the walls of my apartment, which had poster of my favorite bands, games I have played and most importantly of all, posters of the hit TV show “My little Pony: Friendship is Magic” right in place sight. Yes, I’m a brony and not ashamed to admit it. Then again, I work in the media myself, so there are not a lot of eyes to see my hobbies. No, I don’t work for Hasbro, I wish I did, but I don’t. I work in Radio, writing up advertisements. It’s not a thrilling line of work, but it pays the bills. So yeah, that’s my life in a nutshell. Like I said before, not the most thrilling live, but one I couldn’t complain about. I let out another sigh of contentment, turned off my TV, and picked up my nearly finished breakfast and stood up. I walk over to my kitchen, finishing off what food I had left and washed my dishes. I felt a sudden blast of heat air hit my back, causing a curious frown to spread across my face. I didn’t have any window open, and it was in middle of fall, the wind usually had a slight chill this time of day. I turned around and my eyes went wider then saucers when I saw a lavender ball, roughly the size of golf ball, of energy floating a few feet in front of me. Curiosity got the better of me, and I get closer to get a better look. I saw the ball pulsed every few seconds, and I quickly realized there was a rhythm behind it. It sounded like a heartbeat, a slow human’s heartbeat. More curious then ever, I reached out cautiously and touched it with a finger. I know, I know, why touch something you know nothing about? What can I say, I’m been a curious kitten since I was 12 and never really grew out of it. Besides, nothing bad seems to be happening from merely touching it. Boy, did I really regret those words. The ball retracted a second after I touched it and exploded after another second. There was no sound accompanying the explosion, but I was thrown back, impacting painfully on the sink I was using just a few seconds ago. I groan lightly as I tried to pull myself from the counter, only to push back into it when a burst of energy slammed into me. The energy rippled through my body was such force it made me cringe as I felt my entire body being effect at once. I felt my bones hallowing out, my blood draining from my veins, my muscles collapsing under their own weight. My skin felt like wet paper, my mouth felt dyer then a desert, my hair felt like it was being pulled out one strain at a time. The worse of my pain was in my forehead and shoulder blades. It felt like something was forcing itself into my forehead, while something else was forcing themselves out from my shoulders. All of this occurred in less then a second, but to me it felt like a lifetime. Another energy wave suddenly hit me, and all the pain I was feeling was suddenly gone, replaced with the soothing feeling of having a hot pack slipped onto your skin. Still…the pain from earlier had been great, and had overloaded my brain. I could feel myself blacking out as I slowly slid to the ground. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was the burry image. Funny…it almost looks like a girl, but I couldn’t really be certain, as I blacked out shortly after that. Author's Note Again, I would like to say sorry for any error I might make. Hopefully you can enjoy the story, and give my some feedback on what I need to improve. Also, this is another one of my self-chellenging I'm setting up for myself. This story is going to be update on the weekends onlys. Early Morning: TwilightMy Day with her/My Day with him Early Morning: Twilight Since becoming a princess of Equestria, I had to adjust too many things. One such adjustment was learning how to live with my new body. Princess Celestia had told me much about Alicorns. I was quite surprise to learn that there are two breeds of Alicorns; immortal Alicorns, who can live for as long as they like, and minor Alicorns, who only have an extended lifespan. Alicorns like Princess Celestia and her Sister Luna are immortal Alicorns, and they would live as long as they choose too. Then there’s the Minor Alicorns, which my sister-in-law Princess Cadance and I fall into. The way Princess Celestia explained it to me Minor Alicorns had a two hundred year expression to their life, and can’t become immortal Alicorns whatsoever. I was actually quite happy with that one. I was slightly afraid that I would outlive my friends, and I couldn’t bare the thought of losing even one of them. But…I’m starting to get off topic, aren’t I? So, where was I again…oh right, my body. Because I’m now Alicorn, my body embodies all the traits of the original three tribes that founded Equestria. I have the strength and stamina of an Earth Pony, the swiftness and light-footedness of a Pegasus pony, and, of course, the magic of a unicorn. But with anything in life, I had to take the bad with the good. I found that I had also inherited several of the bad traits of all three of the tribes, the worse of them is something I had come to call the “wake up early no matter what” Gene. See, both Earth and Pegasus ponies had habits of getting up early for various reasons. I learned, through a thorough research, that a lot of earth ponies got up at early hours for farm work. The same goes for Pegasi, who had to get up early for weather duties. Both tribes had done these routines for so long that the very nature had become part of them, which they passed onto the next generation. And for better or worse I had these very traits as part of my body. I wouldn’t be normally concern with this, but after a long study session well into the early morning, I often found myself awake a mere hour or two after I had just gotten to sleep, and no matter what I do I just couldn’t get back to sleep. Cadance once told me these traits would begin to fade after my body had completely adjusted to the changes that were made to it. But here we are, nearly five months after my coronation, and I’m still getting up around 4:30. I doubt even Rainbow Dash is up this early. I had tried everything I knew, even a heavy sleeping spell, and nothing seems to work. So, until my body had adjusted to the changes, I decided to go to bed as early as possible, and take a cue from Dash’s playbook and take a nap whenever I had the chance. So, here I am, wide awake, and slowly making my way towards the stairs, so not to wake a certain sleeping baby dragon. Once I was out of the bedroom, I trotted down at a brisk pace, and headed towards the lowest levels in the entire building. Once I had reached my lab, I closed the door softly and put a sound-proof spell around the area, so not to disturb Spike. Once that was all done and said, I turned my attention to the piece in center of the room. It could and probably would be mistaken for a large tuning fork, at first glance. And it is a giant tuning fork, in a sense. But it so much more then that, and it all thanks the hoofball-sized opal in the center of the fork. I smiled with pride as trotted up to the device. This has been a pet project of my long before I moved to Ponyville, but it was put on unfortunate hold due to the craziness I often found myself in. But thanks to becoming a princess and Alicorn, I found the time to finish it. If it works the way it’s supposed to, it could revaluation both transportation and teleportation in one go. I stared at my masterpiece for an addition 30 seconds before turned away, and walked up to a work desk. Before I perform the final test, there was some last minute number crunching to do. Ha…number crunching, I would have never used such simple terms before coming to Ponyville. I cracked a smile as I think how this small, but meaningful town had changed me for the better. Yes…it wasn’t for Ponyville and my closest friends I honestly could say I wouldn’t be the pony I am today. I let those blissful memories continue to plan out, as I finished up the last of my work, looking over every small detail with a fine tooth comb. Once I was sure everything was in order with my work, I returned to the front of my fork. I put a look on determination on my face, and began to charge my horn with magic. I gasp slightly as another thought came to mind. The magic around my horn dim slightly, as I changed the spell, and collected some writing utensils from my desk. I wrote out a quick message to Spike, and then teleported it to a spot I know he would be sure to see it. With that out of the way, I returned my attention to my fork. I closed my eyes and cast the spell that I wanted. I felt my body tingle slightly and the sudden action cause a soft giggle to escape me. Once that spell had finished, I charged my horn with another spell, one I’m very familiar with. I felt my body begin to lift from the ground as the teleportation spell began. Before the spell over takes me completely, I aimed my horn and fired the spell into the opal. And in a second I find myself flying over Ponyville. I was giddy with excitement as I watched my peaceful town sore below me. This may seem like a simple teleportation spell, one that I have used many times before. But it is so much more then that. Most ponies, even a lot of unicorns don’t know the basics of teleportation and the dangers that come with it. But, with my newest invention I hope to change all of that. Maybe even help the earth ponies transport their supplies faster. I could feel my excitement grow as I approached my destination. Sweet Apple Arches, home of my dear friend Applejack. I had set an identical fork somewhere in that land, with Applejack’s permission of course. I had set the fork a few matters away from the club house belonging to the Cutie Mark Crusaders, where things are isolated enough that I shouldn’t wake any pony up with my experiment. I grin in satisfaction as I approached the second fork. Looks like this experiment is going to be a great success! My excitement suddenly turned to fear as my trip suddenly turned rough, as I began to shake violently. I gasp when I saw my detestation suddenly pulled away from me. I tried to cancel the spell, but whatever force was pulling at me was far too strong to fight and I couldn’t gather the needed focus to cancel the spell. So I was forced to watch as I rocketed away from the fork and the land all together. I took another violent shake, blinding me for a second, and when I got see again, I found myself in some sort of void. I tried to get my bearings, but whatever spell had trap me had also rub me of my senses. I began to panic as I feared the worse. Suddenly, I felt a massive rush of magic…leaving my body. I also felt my body began to shift, my legs started to lengthen and my core body began to extend. I felt a sharp pain in my back and knew that something was happening to my wings. I could feel something happening to my horn, as well. I could feel my muzzle pushed in and felt my teeth arch as they began to change. Finally, I felt my tail painfully retrained into my body, and with one final snap, I let out an ear piercing scream. Suddenly, I could see again, and found myself in a strange place. I tried to look around, but my body suddenly got very heavy. I tried to keep myself up right, to look around, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands, and I found myself sinking to the ground. The last thing I saw before blacking out was a body. I couldn’t see it very well, but I think it looks like the body of a pony. Morning: When they come aroundMy Day with her/My Day with him Morning: When they came around Oh, my arching everything…that was the first thought I had when I came to. I slowly got to my feet, my head still spinning from whatever hit me earlier. I gave my head a quick shake to remove what little cobwebs were left, and looked around as my senses returned fully. I began to panic when I notice something was wrong. I knew I was in my apartment, but something was wrong with it. Everything was out of proportion, being nearly two times taller then it was a short while ago. I was looking around and noticed something disturbing. My neck was twisting in ways that shouldn’t be possible. I would have panic, if I hadn’t spotted the semi-naked lady sprawl across my floor. My problems were instantly a thing of the past, as I walked over to the woman, and frown when as I took in her appearance. She was around my age, maybe a year younger then I. She was thin but not underweight. I notice that her skin was pale, but not sickly white. If anything, the girl’s skin remains me of a shut-in I once tried to date during college. It was the hair, however, that really draw me in. It was black, with a hint of what I believe to be lavender in it. But that’s not what got my attention, it was the pink and purple strips on this girl’s hair that was the real eye catcher. The first thought that popped into my head was about a certain princess on a cartoon show, but I quickly changed gears and decided that it was just the product of a really determined “FIM” fan. Still…the detail was amazing. I can’t imagine the time and effort someone would put into getting Twilight Sparkle’s colors just right. I bet it was a pain to do as well. Still…who am I to judge what’s a fan want to do, right? I frown when I notice the small scar around the girl’s forehead. Was she attacked before appearing in my room? I got a little closer so I can get a better view of the scar. It wasn’t bleeding, thank god. I also notice something really odd about the scar, it looks like something was attach to the skin and was ripped away, only to have the skin close up instantly after words. But I wouldn’t know I’m no doctor. Still, I began looking over the woman’s body more thoroughly, just to be safe. Questions began to pop into my mind, like where did she come from? And how did she get into my apartment? I live on the third floor of my building, and never unlocked my door and windows until nine. I began to wonder if she had anything to do with that strange thing that appeared in my home. I suddenly froze when I notice what was covering her body. It was just a pair of black boxer shorts and a black under shirt, nothing to fancy, and something that wouldn’t warrants another look, if you don’t count the small ketchup stain on the shirt. That can’t be, but…that’s my shirt! The very same shirt I was wearing just a few minutes ago. I turned my neck around, and froze when I saw something. My body was covered in a crimson red coat, and what else did I see…a pair of wings, fold neatly to my side. Beyond the wings I could see a black tail with a crimson swirl inside of it. I notice something on my rear end and looked a closer to see… “…Is that a cutie mark?” I asked and gasp when I heard my voice. That wasn’t my voice…well, not since I was in high school. It was much too high for a grown adult man, maybe a teenager around 16 to 17, but not a grown man. I decided to shake off my concerns about my voice, and instead focus on my new cutie mark. It was a simple design; an open book with a quill writing something down on it. I stared at the mark for good minute, before realization dawn on me. The mark, the coat, the WING…they could only mean one thing… “…I gone pony!” I squeaked out weakly. I was about ready to freak out, until a light moan directed my attention to the girl in front of me. Slowly but sure, she picked herself up, looking around in a daze. I felt my heart skip a beat when I got a good looked at those eye, those lavender eyes! Have you ever watched a movie that’s kinda in the middle, you know, not that bad but that that good either? You know the ones I’m talking about, the kind of movie where the ending either makes or breaks the entire movie? Well, I think I just had one of those moments. I looked into those eyes, and knew, without a shadow of a doubt, of who I was looking at, no matter how impossible it should have been. “You’re Twilight Sparkle…”I said breathlessly. Hearing my voice was enough to shake whatever cobwebs were left in Twilight’s head, and she looked at me with a gentle and somewhat relieved smile. She stood up and walked towards me, frowning when she noticed the height difference. “Hello, I don’t believe we meant before?” Twilight said kindly and looked around. “Can you tell me where we are? I’m not familiar with this place.” I made a sour face as I looked towards the ground. I really couldn’t say anything without giving away something that could possible caused Twilight to spiral out of control, if fanfic were to be believed. “Well…” I paused to try and think up a good reason. Also, I wanted to try and find a way to break it to her about her body. I didn’t get the chance to, as I heard a faint gasp, and looked at Twilight. She was looking at her hands, which meant she realized the change that came over her. But here where things got odd. Twilight was looking at her body with understanding instead of fear and curiosity, like I thought she would. “I change again,” she muttered to herself examining the rest of her body. After she was done with her examination, she began looking around my apartment. “And this doesn’t look like any place in Canterlot High I been in, either.” Change again…Canterlot High…I think my brain just exploded twice in one second. If what I was hearing was true then that meant only one thing, which actually made things a little easier. I cleared by throat to gain the young princess attention, which worked. I paused suddenly, recalling the words of my dearly departed father. “Remember, sometime it better to tell the truth. The truth may hurt, but a lie can do much worse.” I smiled at that old memory, but didn’t dwell on it as I looked at the princess before me. She was patiently waiting for me, and I wasn’t going to keep a princess waiting. “Pardon me, princess,” I said, trying to sound as formal as I could. “But I not exactly a pony and you’re in my apartment, if that’s helps.” Twilight did something I wasn’t expecting her to do; she gasped in embarrassment and covered her private areas, as a heavy blush started to form. This action not only surprised me but Twilight as well, as she began to stammer. “I-I don’t why, but all of sudden I’m feeling very self-conscious about myself,” she said weakly. “Do you have anything I could wear?” Okay, that wasn’t something I was expecting from Twilight Sparkle, part of a species who don’t wear cloths on a regular basis. But then again, who was I to deny the request of a princess. “Well, I think there’s by something left from my sister’s last visit,” I replied helpfully. “Just follow me.” “Thank you,” Twilight said gratefully, and let out a small gasp. “Oh, forgive me, I never introduce myself. I’m Twilight Sparkle. And who are you?” “I’m Kenshin Jones,” I replied kindly, not looking at the pony-turned-human for fear of letting something slip. I led the pony princess to my spare room, where I hope to find something for Twilight to wear. During our short journey, I become painfully aware of something. I wasn’t having any problems moving in this new body of my. I cast a glance at my guest, and realized she wasn’t having problems with her body either. Then again, if she was a princess already, then it wasn’t a surprise she was slightly familiar with a humanoid body. Still, the way she was acting was cause for concern, and probably have to be address once this clothing issue is clear up. Once we reached the spare bedroom, I set about finding anything that might be of use. It didn’t take me long to find a suitable outfit for the visiting pony princess. All it really was was a pair of tan kakis, a purple sweater, and a pair of comfortable flats. I had to instruct Twilight a little due to a number of reasons I don’t want to go into at the moment. But once we got the clothing problem clear up, another problem showed itself. “Umm, not that I’m grateful but do you have anything else to wear?” Twilight asked awkwardly, fighting to keep the over size sweater on her petit body. Ok, I know my sister isn’t the smallest of women, but I never realized how much of Amazon she truly was, until this moment. Twilight was basically swimming on my sister’s outfit. But I guess that shouldn’t have been all that surprising, the women of my family were always on the big side. “Sorry, but that’s all I could find, and I don’t think any of my stuff would do much better,” I said honestly. “Is there anything you can do?” “Hmmm…” Twilight put a finger to her chin in thought. “I do know an alteration spell, but-” the pony-turned-human closed her eyes and groan as she tried to do something. “-I can’t seem to use magic in this form. What about you…? You’re an Alicorn, maybe you might be able to help?” I blinked three times, one thought cycling through my head. I was an alicorn…I thought I was just a Pegasus. I reluctantly reached for the top of my head with my right front hoof, and sure enough I have a horn. Well…I guess you learn something new every second. Before I could get lost in this new information, another thought popped into my head. “Umm, Princess, I don’t know if you didn’t get drift early, but I’m not really a pony, so I really don’t know any magic,” I explained sheepishly. Twilight’s face change to one of understanding, and walked up to me, struggling to hold her oversized outfit on. She patted me on the head reassuringly, and I felt myself relax slightly. I really couldn’t explain it, but having her pat me on head like that was really comforting. “Don’t worry, I will guide you through the steps,” Twilight said reassuringly. “Umm, would I need to know your measurements or anything like that?” the second though words left my mouth, my right fore hoof went to my mouth, accidentally smacking myself in the chin. If there’s one thing any self-respecting man knows it’s this; you never ask a woman her measurements. That’s a surefire way to have a hand to your face faster then they could count. I started to relax slightly when I realized something. Twilight is a pony, and thereby world have no knowledge of what I was talking about. I never saw the punch coming. I felt it as it connected to my face, and the last I saw before blacking out for a second time that morning, was the shocked face of a certain pony princess. Morning: Time to ExploreMy Day with Her/My Day with Him Morning: Time to Explore Oh…My…Celestia! Why did I just do that? I watched in stun silence as my new friend fell onto his back, his wings which had popped open when I hit him, being squashed behind him. I hurried over to his side, gripping the clothes he gave me like my life depended on it. I kneeled down, and gave Kenshin a quick exanimation. Except for a little bump forming between his eyes and probably a little sore in the wings, my new friend is going to be fine. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Kenshin was going to be okay. Once I knew my friend was fine, my thoughts shifted to a much more pressing matter. What was wrong with me? Every since I woke up this morning, I had these strange impulses I can’t fully explain. When I first learn that I was in the presence of a stallion, I had this unstoppable edge to cover myself. And when Kenshin had muttered something about measurements, my body reacted before I knew what happened? “Hmm…” I began to tip my chin with my left finger, deep in thought. “When I went to Canterlot High, I didn’t have this sort of problem. What’s so different this time around?” A sudden moan caught my attention, and looked down at my host. He was fidgeting a little, and I realize just how uncomfortable he must be. I smiled slightly as I kneeled down, and picked him up in my arms. I turned around and nearly tripped over the oversized article of clothing I was given. I frown as I looked down at the things that now covered my legs. A part of me wanted nothing more then to cast them aside. But another part of me, one I didn’t know about, was urging me to keep them on. And all of this inter debut was quickly giving me a headache. I quickly decided to keep them on for the time being, and made my way to the living area. I set my sleeping friend on a nearby couch, and made him comfortable. Once I was done with that task, I decided to do a little exploring, to try and get a better feel of my surroundings. I stood up only to fall again, when my legs become entangled in something. I nearly landed on my new friend, if I hadn’t caught myself by grabbing the head of the couch. My face was mere inches from Kenshin’s muzzle, and I could hear his soft breathing. My…he was certain cute when he sleeps. I blink twice as I felt my cheeks warming. Where did that thought come from? I quickly tried to push it into the back of my head, as I righted myself. I glance down, and notice that article of clothing had slip down my legs. That was probably what caused me to trip. I sigh lightly and decided, since my host was out, to just forgo the piece of clothing until he was awake to help. So, I slip my feet and legs free from the article and pick it up. I next folded it up, as taught to me by Rarity, and set the article opposite of Kenshin, along with the shoes he provided. I next looked down at the sweater which now reached to my knees, and decided to keep it on. The air in this place was a little chillier then I was used to. With my task done, I decided it was time to explore me surrounding. I suddenly giggle under my breathe as I imagine Rarity lecturing me about the importance of not snooping around another pony’s dwelling. I think she would understand, it was a special case, after all. I decided to start in the small kitchen; it was where I appeared, after all. I stepped into it and immediate felt the air change, becoming more humid then the living area I was just in. I recognize the astrosphere immediately. It was the aftermath of a massive teleportation spell. The humid air was proof of that. “Hmm…” I walked to the spot I woke in, and kneel down, shivering when a chill went up my bare legs. I trace my hands across the surface, and sure enough I saw the small scorch marks of a massive Teleportation. So it does look like I was teleported here. But the real question still stands, where is here. I stood up and cast my eyes around. I cocked an eyebrow when I noticed a slight smear around a countertop. I walked over to it, and examine it. The only thing that could have cause this was something caught in my teleportation spell. The words of my new friend suddenly echoed in my head, and I had a faint idea of what happened. If what Kenshin said was true and he wasn’t a pony before, then it stands to reason that whatever brought me here was also responsible for his change. But that could wait for another time. Right now I need get out of here…I’m boiling just standing here! I lift the kitchen and felt better almost better immediately. That has always been the trouble with teleportation spells, to much could go wrong. Including extreme weather changes, a misused Teleportation spell could affect a pony’s body in a number of ways. I just hoped I didn’t cause any sort of damage to myself or more importantly, my new friend. I tried to put these thoughts into the back of my mind, as I continue my exploration of this small living area. I walked up to a desk, and saw one of those computer devices sitting on it. I recalled my experience with one such device, and decided to stay away from it. I was about to turn away from the desk when a picture frame caught my eye. The frame was face down, and while I know it wasn’t right of me, I couldn’t resist and picked up the frame. The sight I was meant with was truly heartwarming. The picture show a family of five, two stallions and three mares. The older stallion, no doubt Kenshin’s father, had his arm around his wife. Below them were their children, with Kenshin in the middle of his two sisters. I smiled gently as I studied the picture. Kenshin’s father was tall stallion, or at least he looked tall from the picture. His coat or, skin I think it was called, was a light tan color and it went good with his black mane and red eyes. I next studied his mother. She has pale skin, onyx eyes, and a short black mane, tired into a bum of some kind. Her daughters shared similar features, no doubt inherited from their mother. My eyes then came to only other male in the picture. It was no doubt a younger Kenshin, and I tried to envision him as an older stallion. I couldn’t help but giggle slightly at my own silliness, but anything to keep my mind off of other matters was a welcome. My bliss didn’t last long, as small thoughts began to pop up in my head. Why was this picture face down? From the looks of it, the family in the photo was happy. So why lay it down where it couldn’t be seen? I frown as I continue to look at the picture. I sigh after a minute and placed the picture on the desk. In the end, it wasn’t my place to wonder about another pony’s habits. “It’s none of my-” breathe caught in my throat, as I turned around and make upon a sight that nearly caused faint on the spot. I felt my knees go weak as I walked up to a wall, where a number of posters hang. The one in the center caught my eye, and it was freaking me out. It was a poster of my friends and me. I was in the center, my horn aglow with magic. To my right was Applejack, her right legs twisted around her left legs and a slightly smug look on her face. Next to her was Pinkie Pie, looking as happy as can be, and in the middle of a bounce. To my left was Rarity looking just as elegant as ever, and her own horn lit up with magic. Next to her was Fluttershy, looking shyly cute. Finally, hovering above us all was Rainbow Dash, looking as cocky as ever. I stared fixated on the poster, millions of thoughts running through my mind. How was this possible? Last time I went to another world, no one there knew about Equestria until I revealed it to them. Just what did this mean? I gasp as another piece of information become known to me. “He called me princess…” I muttered breathless. When I first introduce myself I left out my status as a princess, and yet he continued to acknowledge me by status. So what did this mean? I didn’t have to wait long, as a soft gasp caught my attention. I turned around and was meant with a shock and somewhat shameful expression of my new friend. I suddenly felt the overwhelming need to cover myself up again, and before I knew what I was doing I ran over to the article of clothing, and quickly slip them on. I turned too looked at Kenshin and notice that his eyes hadn’t left the poster. His expression had change to a disheartened one, and that made me feel a little sad. “I have some explaining to do, don’t I?” he asked somberly, eye still fixated on the poster. I sigh and walked up to him, nearly trapping over my oversize clothes again. I carefully took a seat next to him, and put a friendly hand on his back. He didn’t react he just continued to stare at the poster. I cast a side glance at the poster. It was true, I did have questions. But they could wait; at the moment we some other matters to attend too. “Umm, do you think you can help with this?” I asked awkwardly, pointing to the clothing he gave me. I felt like biting my tongue the second those words left my mouth. Here was a friend worried over some poster, and all I could think about was my own discomfort. Boy, would my friends be mad at me. Kenshin sigh faintly, and looked at me. I nearly wince when I notice how solemn his eyes looked and it made sick to my stomach. All I wanted to do was hug him, and tell him everything would be fine. Still…the feeling in the back of head was starting to get worse, and I wanted it to go away. After that was done, then we could address the poster. “Okay…Just tell what needs to be done,” Kenshin said solemnly. I needed to fight every one of my pony instincts, just to keep myself from going and give my friend a hug. Instead, I smiled weakly, and began to give him a crush course on unicorn magic. After a 20 minute explanation and probably a small headache on my friend’s part, we were ready. I stood at the left side of the couch and Kenshin was sitting near the edge. “Now, just imagine your magic flowing into your horn…” I tip my chin as a though came to me, “…Think of your magic like a waterfall flowing to a small stream.” Kenshin nodded, eyes closed, and began to groan as he concentrated. It took a few minutes but a black crone eventually formed around my friend’s horn. I watched for a few minutes, and once I was sure Kenshin had a firm grip on his magical flow, I began the next part of my instruction. “Okay, now picture the clothing I’m wearing shape to fit me like a…like a-” “-Like a glove?” Kenshin asked in a strain voice. “Yeah…a glove,” I replied awkwardly, not entirely sure what a glove was. Kenshin nodded, trying not to break his concentration, and focus on the task at hoof. I watch closely, keeping a close eye as the magic around my friend’s horn intensify. I watched as the horn continues to brighten, for nearly 30 seconds before I saw that it was ready. “NOW!” I screamed. Kenshin pointed his horn at me and released all the magic he had build up. I needed to cover my eyes because it was too bright. Now I know what my friends meant after I use my magic on them. The light died down after a few seconds and my vision returned a few seconds after that. I blink away the last of the light, and looked down. I was surprise to find the clothing Kenshin now fitted me perfectly. I wasn’t to fond that my arms and legs were more exposed then I like, but I guess I couldn’t complain. “Kenshin, you did-” I stopped mid-sentence and giggle lightly. My new friend had passed out, no doubt due to using something he wasn’t familiar with, and had landed awkwardly on his wings. I giggle a little more, I knew it was wrong, but it was somewhat funny. After I was done with my little giggle fit, I walk over to him, immediately noticing the different in the clothes I wore, and once more set him into a comfortable position. I then decided to try and find something to keep myself busy until he got up. Author's Note I know, I know, I seem to like Knocking Kenshin out, but there's a reason why I knocked him out this time.
Early Morning: KenshinMy Day with Her/My Day with Him Early Morning: Kenshin Jones When you’re the youngest in a family of five you tend to developed some quirks that are hard to shake off. Take me, Kenshin Jones, for example; like I said I was the youngest in my family, so I often got up around four so I could get in the shower before anyone else. I never really broke that habit, even though I’m now a man in his early twenties. And once I’m up there’s no going back to bed. Anyways, I’m up around four-thirty on a Saturday morning, in late October. With a light yawn and a quick stretch, I shuffled out of bed and into my bathroom. After a quick drain and some water in my face, I stared at reflection, causally taken in my own appearance. Being one of the off-springs of a Japanese woman and American man, some would think I would look a little weird, but they would be wrong. People are often surprised when I tell them about my parentage. I believe that’s because I look more American then Japanese. About the only thing I have inherited from mom was her black hair and it still hard to tell that I came from a mix heritage. My skin is white with just a hint of tan in it. My face is narrow especially at the around the chin, though that’s hard to spot because of a small lay of baby fat around my cheeks. I have a small nose and slightly small eyes, which I think I gain from my mother. Then there’s my hair; like I said before its black and at the moment a little wild due to needing a hair cut soon. I sigh a bit in content, and leave the bathroom. The place I’m living isn’t big, and I liked that just fine. It a medium size apartment, with two bedrooms, one which is currently unused, the bathroom I just left and a kitchen and living area connected. Like I said not very big, and I’m just fine with that. I shuffled into the kitchen, to fix myself a generic brand English muffins and juice. I then retreated to my worn but still reliable love seat, set my breakfast down, and picked the remote to try and find something on. There wasn’t a thing on, which I shouldn’t have found surprising. All that was really on was old show that are older then me, infomercials and Adult Swim, and I want to stay away from that part of Cartoon Network. With a reluctant sigh, I turned my TV to one of the music channels, classical music, and ate in relative peace. As the music soothe me, I looked around the walls of my apartment, which had poster of my favorite bands, games I have played and most importantly of all, posters of the hit TV show “My little Pony: Friendship is Magic” right in place sight. Yes, I’m a brony and not ashamed to admit it. Then again, I work in the media myself, so there are not a lot of eyes to see my hobbies. No, I don’t work for Hasbro, I wish I did, but I don’t. I work in Radio, writing up advertisements. It’s not a thrilling line of work, but it pays the bills. So yeah, that’s my life in a nutshell. Like I said before, not the most thrilling live, but one I couldn’t complain about. I let out another sigh of contentment, turned off my TV, and picked up my nearly finished breakfast and stood up. I walk over to my kitchen, finishing off what food I had left and washed my dishes. I felt a sudden blast of heat air hit my back, causing a curious frown to spread across my face. I didn’t have any window open, and it was in middle of fall, the wind usually had a slight chill this time of day. I turned around and my eyes went wider then saucers when I saw a lavender ball, roughly the size of golf ball, of energy floating a few feet in front of me. Curiosity got the better of me, and I get closer to get a better look. I saw the ball pulsed every few seconds, and I quickly realized there was a rhythm behind it. It sounded like a heartbeat, a slow human’s heartbeat. More curious then ever, I reached out cautiously and touched it with a finger. I know, I know, why touch something you know nothing about? What can I say, I’m been a curious kitten since I was 12 and never really grew out of it. Besides, nothing bad seems to be happening from merely touching it. Boy, did I really regret those words. The ball retracted a second after I touched it and exploded after another second. There was no sound accompanying the explosion, but I was thrown back, impacting painfully on the sink I was using just a few seconds ago. I groan lightly as I tried to pull myself from the counter, only to push back into it when a burst of energy slammed into me. The energy rippled through my body was such force it made me cringe as I felt my entire body being effect at once. I felt my bones hallowing out, my blood draining from my veins, my muscles collapsing under their own weight. My skin felt like wet paper, my mouth felt dyer then a desert, my hair felt like it was being pulled out one strain at a time. The worse of my pain was in my forehead and shoulder blades. It felt like something was forcing itself into my forehead, while something else was forcing themselves out from my shoulders. All of this occurred in less then a second, but to me it felt like a lifetime. Another energy wave suddenly hit me, and all the pain I was feeling was suddenly gone, replaced with the soothing feeling of having a hot pack slipped onto your skin. Still…the pain from earlier had been great, and had overloaded my brain. I could feel myself blacking out as I slowly slid to the ground. The last thing I saw before the darkness took me was the burry image. Funny…it almost looks like a girl, but I couldn’t really be certain, as I blacked out shortly after that. Author's Note Again, I would like to say sorry for any error I might make. Hopefully you can enjoy the story, and give my some feedback on what I need to improve. Also, this is another one of my self-chellenging I'm setting up for myself. This story is going to be update on the weekends onlys.
Early Morning: TwilightMy Day with her/My Day with him Early Morning: Twilight Since becoming a princess of Equestria, I had to adjust too many things. One such adjustment was learning how to live with my new body. Princess Celestia had told me much about Alicorns. I was quite surprise to learn that there are two breeds of Alicorns; immortal Alicorns, who can live for as long as they like, and minor Alicorns, who only have an extended lifespan. Alicorns like Princess Celestia and her Sister Luna are immortal Alicorns, and they would live as long as they choose too. Then there’s the Minor Alicorns, which my sister-in-law Princess Cadance and I fall into. The way Princess Celestia explained it to me Minor Alicorns had a two hundred year expression to their life, and can’t become immortal Alicorns whatsoever. I was actually quite happy with that one. I was slightly afraid that I would outlive my friends, and I couldn’t bare the thought of losing even one of them. But…I’m starting to get off topic, aren’t I? So, where was I again…oh right, my body. Because I’m now Alicorn, my body embodies all the traits of the original three tribes that founded Equestria. I have the strength and stamina of an Earth Pony, the swiftness and light-footedness of a Pegasus pony, and, of course, the magic of a unicorn. But with anything in life, I had to take the bad with the good. I found that I had also inherited several of the bad traits of all three of the tribes, the worse of them is something I had come to call the “wake up early no matter what” Gene. See, both Earth and Pegasus ponies had habits of getting up early for various reasons. I learned, through a thorough research, that a lot of earth ponies got up at early hours for farm work. The same goes for Pegasi, who had to get up early for weather duties. Both tribes had done these routines for so long that the very nature had become part of them, which they passed onto the next generation. And for better or worse I had these very traits as part of my body. I wouldn’t be normally concern with this, but after a long study session well into the early morning, I often found myself awake a mere hour or two after I had just gotten to sleep, and no matter what I do I just couldn’t get back to sleep. Cadance once told me these traits would begin to fade after my body had completely adjusted to the changes that were made to it. But here we are, nearly five months after my coronation, and I’m still getting up around 4:30. I doubt even Rainbow Dash is up this early. I had tried everything I knew, even a heavy sleeping spell, and nothing seems to work. So, until my body had adjusted to the changes, I decided to go to bed as early as possible, and take a cue from Dash’s playbook and take a nap whenever I had the chance. So, here I am, wide awake, and slowly making my way towards the stairs, so not to wake a certain sleeping baby dragon. Once I was out of the bedroom, I trotted down at a brisk pace, and headed towards the lowest levels in the entire building. Once I had reached my lab, I closed the door softly and put a sound-proof spell around the area, so not to disturb Spike. Once that was all done and said, I turned my attention to the piece in center of the room. It could and probably would be mistaken for a large tuning fork, at first glance. And it is a giant tuning fork, in a sense. But it so much more then that, and it all thanks the hoofball-sized opal in the center of the fork. I smiled with pride as trotted up to the device. This has been a pet project of my long before I moved to Ponyville, but it was put on unfortunate hold due to the craziness I often found myself in. But thanks to becoming a princess and Alicorn, I found the time to finish it. If it works the way it’s supposed to, it could revaluation both transportation and teleportation in one go. I stared at my masterpiece for an addition 30 seconds before turned away, and walked up to a work desk. Before I perform the final test, there was some last minute number crunching to do. Ha…number crunching, I would have never used such simple terms before coming to Ponyville. I cracked a smile as I think how this small, but meaningful town had changed me for the better. Yes…it wasn’t for Ponyville and my closest friends I honestly could say I wouldn’t be the pony I am today. I let those blissful memories continue to plan out, as I finished up the last of my work, looking over every small detail with a fine tooth comb. Once I was sure everything was in order with my work, I returned to the front of my fork. I put a look on determination on my face, and began to charge my horn with magic. I gasp slightly as another thought came to mind. The magic around my horn dim slightly, as I changed the spell, and collected some writing utensils from my desk. I wrote out a quick message to Spike, and then teleported it to a spot I know he would be sure to see it. With that out of the way, I returned my attention to my fork. I closed my eyes and cast the spell that I wanted. I felt my body tingle slightly and the sudden action cause a soft giggle to escape me. Once that spell had finished, I charged my horn with another spell, one I’m very familiar with. I felt my body begin to lift from the ground as the teleportation spell began. Before the spell over takes me completely, I aimed my horn and fired the spell into the opal. And in a second I find myself flying over Ponyville. I was giddy with excitement as I watched my peaceful town sore below me. This may seem like a simple teleportation spell, one that I have used many times before. But it is so much more then that. Most ponies, even a lot of unicorns don’t know the basics of teleportation and the dangers that come with it. But, with my newest invention I hope to change all of that. Maybe even help the earth ponies transport their supplies faster. I could feel my excitement grow as I approached my destination. Sweet Apple Arches, home of my dear friend Applejack. I had set an identical fork somewhere in that land, with Applejack’s permission of course. I had set the fork a few matters away from the club house belonging to the Cutie Mark Crusaders, where things are isolated enough that I shouldn’t wake any pony up with my experiment. I grin in satisfaction as I approached the second fork. Looks like this experiment is going to be a great success! My excitement suddenly turned to fear as my trip suddenly turned rough, as I began to shake violently. I gasp when I saw my detestation suddenly pulled away from me. I tried to cancel the spell, but whatever force was pulling at me was far too strong to fight and I couldn’t gather the needed focus to cancel the spell. So I was forced to watch as I rocketed away from the fork and the land all together. I took another violent shake, blinding me for a second, and when I got see again, I found myself in some sort of void. I tried to get my bearings, but whatever spell had trap me had also rub me of my senses. I began to panic as I feared the worse. Suddenly, I felt a massive rush of magic…leaving my body. I also felt my body began to shift, my legs started to lengthen and my core body began to extend. I felt a sharp pain in my back and knew that something was happening to my wings. I could feel something happening to my horn, as well. I could feel my muzzle pushed in and felt my teeth arch as they began to change. Finally, I felt my tail painfully retrained into my body, and with one final snap, I let out an ear piercing scream. Suddenly, I could see again, and found myself in a strange place. I tried to look around, but my body suddenly got very heavy. I tried to keep myself up right, to look around, but my body wouldn’t obey my commands, and I found myself sinking to the ground. The last thing I saw before blacking out was a body. I couldn’t see it very well, but I think it looks like the body of a pony.
Morning: When they come aroundMy Day with her/My Day with him Morning: When they came around Oh, my arching everything…that was the first thought I had when I came to. I slowly got to my feet, my head still spinning from whatever hit me earlier. I gave my head a quick shake to remove what little cobwebs were left, and looked around as my senses returned fully. I began to panic when I notice something was wrong. I knew I was in my apartment, but something was wrong with it. Everything was out of proportion, being nearly two times taller then it was a short while ago. I was looking around and noticed something disturbing. My neck was twisting in ways that shouldn’t be possible. I would have panic, if I hadn’t spotted the semi-naked lady sprawl across my floor. My problems were instantly a thing of the past, as I walked over to the woman, and frown when as I took in her appearance. She was around my age, maybe a year younger then I. She was thin but not underweight. I notice that her skin was pale, but not sickly white. If anything, the girl’s skin remains me of a shut-in I once tried to date during college. It was the hair, however, that really draw me in. It was black, with a hint of what I believe to be lavender in it. But that’s not what got my attention, it was the pink and purple strips on this girl’s hair that was the real eye catcher. The first thought that popped into my head was about a certain princess on a cartoon show, but I quickly changed gears and decided that it was just the product of a really determined “FIM” fan. Still…the detail was amazing. I can’t imagine the time and effort someone would put into getting Twilight Sparkle’s colors just right. I bet it was a pain to do as well. Still…who am I to judge what’s a fan want to do, right? I frown when I notice the small scar around the girl’s forehead. Was she attacked before appearing in my room? I got a little closer so I can get a better view of the scar. It wasn’t bleeding, thank god. I also notice something really odd about the scar, it looks like something was attach to the skin and was ripped away, only to have the skin close up instantly after words. But I wouldn’t know I’m no doctor. Still, I began looking over the woman’s body more thoroughly, just to be safe. Questions began to pop into my mind, like where did she come from? And how did she get into my apartment? I live on the third floor of my building, and never unlocked my door and windows until nine. I began to wonder if she had anything to do with that strange thing that appeared in my home. I suddenly froze when I notice what was covering her body. It was just a pair of black boxer shorts and a black under shirt, nothing to fancy, and something that wouldn’t warrants another look, if you don’t count the small ketchup stain on the shirt. That can’t be, but…that’s my shirt! The very same shirt I was wearing just a few minutes ago. I turned my neck around, and froze when I saw something. My body was covered in a crimson red coat, and what else did I see…a pair of wings, fold neatly to my side. Beyond the wings I could see a black tail with a crimson swirl inside of it. I notice something on my rear end and looked a closer to see… “…Is that a cutie mark?” I asked and gasp when I heard my voice. That wasn’t my voice…well, not since I was in high school. It was much too high for a grown adult man, maybe a teenager around 16 to 17, but not a grown man. I decided to shake off my concerns about my voice, and instead focus on my new cutie mark. It was a simple design; an open book with a quill writing something down on it. I stared at the mark for good minute, before realization dawn on me. The mark, the coat, the WING…they could only mean one thing… “…I gone pony!” I squeaked out weakly. I was about ready to freak out, until a light moan directed my attention to the girl in front of me. Slowly but sure, she picked herself up, looking around in a daze. I felt my heart skip a beat when I got a good looked at those eye, those lavender eyes! Have you ever watched a movie that’s kinda in the middle, you know, not that bad but that that good either? You know the ones I’m talking about, the kind of movie where the ending either makes or breaks the entire movie? Well, I think I just had one of those moments. I looked into those eyes, and knew, without a shadow of a doubt, of who I was looking at, no matter how impossible it should have been. “You’re Twilight Sparkle…”I said breathlessly. Hearing my voice was enough to shake whatever cobwebs were left in Twilight’s head, and she looked at me with a gentle and somewhat relieved smile. She stood up and walked towards me, frowning when she noticed the height difference. “Hello, I don’t believe we meant before?” Twilight said kindly and looked around. “Can you tell me where we are? I’m not familiar with this place.” I made a sour face as I looked towards the ground. I really couldn’t say anything without giving away something that could possible caused Twilight to spiral out of control, if fanfic were to be believed. “Well…” I paused to try and think up a good reason. Also, I wanted to try and find a way to break it to her about her body. I didn’t get the chance to, as I heard a faint gasp, and looked at Twilight. She was looking at her hands, which meant she realized the change that came over her. But here where things got odd. Twilight was looking at her body with understanding instead of fear and curiosity, like I thought she would. “I change again,” she muttered to herself examining the rest of her body. After she was done with her examination, she began looking around my apartment. “And this doesn’t look like any place in Canterlot High I been in, either.” Change again…Canterlot High…I think my brain just exploded twice in one second. If what I was hearing was true then that meant only one thing, which actually made things a little easier. I cleared by throat to gain the young princess attention, which worked. I paused suddenly, recalling the words of my dearly departed father. “Remember, sometime it better to tell the truth. The truth may hurt, but a lie can do much worse.” I smiled at that old memory, but didn’t dwell on it as I looked at the princess before me. She was patiently waiting for me, and I wasn’t going to keep a princess waiting. “Pardon me, princess,” I said, trying to sound as formal as I could. “But I not exactly a pony and you’re in my apartment, if that’s helps.” Twilight did something I wasn’t expecting her to do; she gasped in embarrassment and covered her private areas, as a heavy blush started to form. This action not only surprised me but Twilight as well, as she began to stammer. “I-I don’t why, but all of sudden I’m feeling very self-conscious about myself,” she said weakly. “Do you have anything I could wear?” Okay, that wasn’t something I was expecting from Twilight Sparkle, part of a species who don’t wear cloths on a regular basis. But then again, who was I to deny the request of a princess. “Well, I think there’s by something left from my sister’s last visit,” I replied helpfully. “Just follow me.” “Thank you,” Twilight said gratefully, and let out a small gasp. “Oh, forgive me, I never introduce myself. I’m Twilight Sparkle. And who are you?” “I’m Kenshin Jones,” I replied kindly, not looking at the pony-turned-human for fear of letting something slip. I led the pony princess to my spare room, where I hope to find something for Twilight to wear. During our short journey, I become painfully aware of something. I wasn’t having any problems moving in this new body of my. I cast a glance at my guest, and realized she wasn’t having problems with her body either. Then again, if she was a princess already, then it wasn’t a surprise she was slightly familiar with a humanoid body. Still, the way she was acting was cause for concern, and probably have to be address once this clothing issue is clear up. Once we reached the spare bedroom, I set about finding anything that might be of use. It didn’t take me long to find a suitable outfit for the visiting pony princess. All it really was was a pair of tan kakis, a purple sweater, and a pair of comfortable flats. I had to instruct Twilight a little due to a number of reasons I don’t want to go into at the moment. But once we got the clothing problem clear up, another problem showed itself. “Umm, not that I’m grateful but do you have anything else to wear?” Twilight asked awkwardly, fighting to keep the over size sweater on her petit body. Ok, I know my sister isn’t the smallest of women, but I never realized how much of Amazon she truly was, until this moment. Twilight was basically swimming on my sister’s outfit. But I guess that shouldn’t have been all that surprising, the women of my family were always on the big side. “Sorry, but that’s all I could find, and I don’t think any of my stuff would do much better,” I said honestly. “Is there anything you can do?” “Hmmm…” Twilight put a finger to her chin in thought. “I do know an alteration spell, but-” the pony-turned-human closed her eyes and groan as she tried to do something. “-I can’t seem to use magic in this form. What about you…? You’re an Alicorn, maybe you might be able to help?” I blinked three times, one thought cycling through my head. I was an alicorn…I thought I was just a Pegasus. I reluctantly reached for the top of my head with my right front hoof, and sure enough I have a horn. Well…I guess you learn something new every second. Before I could get lost in this new information, another thought popped into my head. “Umm, Princess, I don’t know if you didn’t get drift early, but I’m not really a pony, so I really don’t know any magic,” I explained sheepishly. Twilight’s face change to one of understanding, and walked up to me, struggling to hold her oversized outfit on. She patted me on the head reassuringly, and I felt myself relax slightly. I really couldn’t explain it, but having her pat me on head like that was really comforting. “Don’t worry, I will guide you through the steps,” Twilight said reassuringly. “Umm, would I need to know your measurements or anything like that?” the second though words left my mouth, my right fore hoof went to my mouth, accidentally smacking myself in the chin. If there’s one thing any self-respecting man knows it’s this; you never ask a woman her measurements. That’s a surefire way to have a hand to your face faster then they could count. I started to relax slightly when I realized something. Twilight is a pony, and thereby world have no knowledge of what I was talking about. I never saw the punch coming. I felt it as it connected to my face, and the last I saw before blacking out for a second time that morning, was the shocked face of a certain pony princess.
Morning: Time to ExploreMy Day with Her/My Day with Him Morning: Time to Explore Oh…My…Celestia! Why did I just do that? I watched in stun silence as my new friend fell onto his back, his wings which had popped open when I hit him, being squashed behind him. I hurried over to his side, gripping the clothes he gave me like my life depended on it. I kneeled down, and gave Kenshin a quick exanimation. Except for a little bump forming between his eyes and probably a little sore in the wings, my new friend is going to be fine. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that Kenshin was going to be okay. Once I knew my friend was fine, my thoughts shifted to a much more pressing matter. What was wrong with me? Every since I woke up this morning, I had these strange impulses I can’t fully explain. When I first learn that I was in the presence of a stallion, I had this unstoppable edge to cover myself. And when Kenshin had muttered something about measurements, my body reacted before I knew what happened? “Hmm…” I began to tip my chin with my left finger, deep in thought. “When I went to Canterlot High, I didn’t have this sort of problem. What’s so different this time around?” A sudden moan caught my attention, and looked down at my host. He was fidgeting a little, and I realize just how uncomfortable he must be. I smiled slightly as I kneeled down, and picked him up in my arms. I turned around and nearly tripped over the oversized article of clothing I was given. I frown as I looked down at the things that now covered my legs. A part of me wanted nothing more then to cast them aside. But another part of me, one I didn’t know about, was urging me to keep them on. And all of this inter debut was quickly giving me a headache. I quickly decided to keep them on for the time being, and made my way to the living area. I set my sleeping friend on a nearby couch, and made him comfortable. Once I was done with that task, I decided to do a little exploring, to try and get a better feel of my surroundings. I stood up only to fall again, when my legs become entangled in something. I nearly landed on my new friend, if I hadn’t caught myself by grabbing the head of the couch. My face was mere inches from Kenshin’s muzzle, and I could hear his soft breathing. My…he was certain cute when he sleeps. I blink twice as I felt my cheeks warming. Where did that thought come from? I quickly tried to push it into the back of my head, as I righted myself. I glance down, and notice that article of clothing had slip down my legs. That was probably what caused me to trip. I sigh lightly and decided, since my host was out, to just forgo the piece of clothing until he was awake to help. So, I slip my feet and legs free from the article and pick it up. I next folded it up, as taught to me by Rarity, and set the article opposite of Kenshin, along with the shoes he provided. I next looked down at the sweater which now reached to my knees, and decided to keep it on. The air in this place was a little chillier then I was used to. With my task done, I decided it was time to explore me surrounding. I suddenly giggle under my breathe as I imagine Rarity lecturing me about the importance of not snooping around another pony’s dwelling. I think she would understand, it was a special case, after all. I decided to start in the small kitchen; it was where I appeared, after all. I stepped into it and immediate felt the air change, becoming more humid then the living area I was just in. I recognize the astrosphere immediately. It was the aftermath of a massive teleportation spell. The humid air was proof of that. “Hmm…” I walked to the spot I woke in, and kneel down, shivering when a chill went up my bare legs. I trace my hands across the surface, and sure enough I saw the small scorch marks of a massive Teleportation. So it does look like I was teleported here. But the real question still stands, where is here. I stood up and cast my eyes around. I cocked an eyebrow when I noticed a slight smear around a countertop. I walked over to it, and examine it. The only thing that could have cause this was something caught in my teleportation spell. The words of my new friend suddenly echoed in my head, and I had a faint idea of what happened. If what Kenshin said was true and he wasn’t a pony before, then it stands to reason that whatever brought me here was also responsible for his change. But that could wait for another time. Right now I need get out of here…I’m boiling just standing here! I lift the kitchen and felt better almost better immediately. That has always been the trouble with teleportation spells, to much could go wrong. Including extreme weather changes, a misused Teleportation spell could affect a pony’s body in a number of ways. I just hoped I didn’t cause any sort of damage to myself or more importantly, my new friend. I tried to put these thoughts into the back of my mind, as I continue my exploration of this small living area. I walked up to a desk, and saw one of those computer devices sitting on it. I recalled my experience with one such device, and decided to stay away from it. I was about to turn away from the desk when a picture frame caught my eye. The frame was face down, and while I know it wasn’t right of me, I couldn’t resist and picked up the frame. The sight I was meant with was truly heartwarming. The picture show a family of five, two stallions and three mares. The older stallion, no doubt Kenshin’s father, had his arm around his wife. Below them were their children, with Kenshin in the middle of his two sisters. I smiled gently as I studied the picture. Kenshin’s father was tall stallion, or at least he looked tall from the picture. His coat or, skin I think it was called, was a light tan color and it went good with his black mane and red eyes. I next studied his mother. She has pale skin, onyx eyes, and a short black mane, tired into a bum of some kind. Her daughters shared similar features, no doubt inherited from their mother. My eyes then came to only other male in the picture. It was no doubt a younger Kenshin, and I tried to envision him as an older stallion. I couldn’t help but giggle slightly at my own silliness, but anything to keep my mind off of other matters was a welcome. My bliss didn’t last long, as small thoughts began to pop up in my head. Why was this picture face down? From the looks of it, the family in the photo was happy. So why lay it down where it couldn’t be seen? I frown as I continue to look at the picture. I sigh after a minute and placed the picture on the desk. In the end, it wasn’t my place to wonder about another pony’s habits. “It’s none of my-” breathe caught in my throat, as I turned around and make upon a sight that nearly caused faint on the spot. I felt my knees go weak as I walked up to a wall, where a number of posters hang. The one in the center caught my eye, and it was freaking me out. It was a poster of my friends and me. I was in the center, my horn aglow with magic. To my right was Applejack, her right legs twisted around her left legs and a slightly smug look on her face. Next to her was Pinkie Pie, looking as happy as can be, and in the middle of a bounce. To my left was Rarity looking just as elegant as ever, and her own horn lit up with magic. Next to her was Fluttershy, looking shyly cute. Finally, hovering above us all was Rainbow Dash, looking as cocky as ever. I stared fixated on the poster, millions of thoughts running through my mind. How was this possible? Last time I went to another world, no one there knew about Equestria until I revealed it to them. Just what did this mean? I gasp as another piece of information become known to me. “He called me princess…” I muttered breathless. When I first introduce myself I left out my status as a princess, and yet he continued to acknowledge me by status. So what did this mean? I didn’t have to wait long, as a soft gasp caught my attention. I turned around and was meant with a shock and somewhat shameful expression of my new friend. I suddenly felt the overwhelming need to cover myself up again, and before I knew what I was doing I ran over to the article of clothing, and quickly slip them on. I turned too looked at Kenshin and notice that his eyes hadn’t left the poster. His expression had change to a disheartened one, and that made me feel a little sad. “I have some explaining to do, don’t I?” he asked somberly, eye still fixated on the poster. I sigh and walked up to him, nearly trapping over my oversize clothes again. I carefully took a seat next to him, and put a friendly hand on his back. He didn’t react he just continued to stare at the poster. I cast a side glance at the poster. It was true, I did have questions. But they could wait; at the moment we some other matters to attend too. “Umm, do you think you can help with this?” I asked awkwardly, pointing to the clothing he gave me. I felt like biting my tongue the second those words left my mouth. Here was a friend worried over some poster, and all I could think about was my own discomfort. Boy, would my friends be mad at me. Kenshin sigh faintly, and looked at me. I nearly wince when I notice how solemn his eyes looked and it made sick to my stomach. All I wanted to do was hug him, and tell him everything would be fine. Still…the feeling in the back of head was starting to get worse, and I wanted it to go away. After that was done, then we could address the poster. “Okay…Just tell what needs to be done,” Kenshin said solemnly. I needed to fight every one of my pony instincts, just to keep myself from going and give my friend a hug. Instead, I smiled weakly, and began to give him a crush course on unicorn magic. After a 20 minute explanation and probably a small headache on my friend’s part, we were ready. I stood at the left side of the couch and Kenshin was sitting near the edge. “Now, just imagine your magic flowing into your horn…” I tip my chin as a though came to me, “…Think of your magic like a waterfall flowing to a small stream.” Kenshin nodded, eyes closed, and began to groan as he concentrated. It took a few minutes but a black crone eventually formed around my friend’s horn. I watched for a few minutes, and once I was sure Kenshin had a firm grip on his magical flow, I began the next part of my instruction. “Okay, now picture the clothing I’m wearing shape to fit me like a…like a-” “-Like a glove?” Kenshin asked in a strain voice. “Yeah…a glove,” I replied awkwardly, not entirely sure what a glove was. Kenshin nodded, trying not to break his concentration, and focus on the task at hoof. I watch closely, keeping a close eye as the magic around my friend’s horn intensify. I watched as the horn continues to brighten, for nearly 30 seconds before I saw that it was ready. “NOW!” I screamed. Kenshin pointed his horn at me and released all the magic he had build up. I needed to cover my eyes because it was too bright. Now I know what my friends meant after I use my magic on them. The light died down after a few seconds and my vision returned a few seconds after that. I blink away the last of the light, and looked down. I was surprise to find the clothing Kenshin now fitted me perfectly. I wasn’t to fond that my arms and legs were more exposed then I like, but I guess I couldn’t complain. “Kenshin, you did-” I stopped mid-sentence and giggle lightly. My new friend had passed out, no doubt due to using something he wasn’t familiar with, and had landed awkwardly on his wings. I giggle a little more, I knew it was wrong, but it was somewhat funny. After I was done with my little giggle fit, I walk over to him, immediately noticing the different in the clothes I wore, and once more set him into a comfortable position. I then decided to try and find something to keep myself busy until he got up. Author's Note I know, I know, I seem to like Knocking Kenshin out, but there's a reason why I knocked him out this time.
