Best Siblings Together, Forever Until the End

For the next few minutes, I just sit there, looking at my new face and think. It’s a face that I know definitely does not belong to me, mostly because it belongs to a fictional princess who is much more powerful than I would ever hope to be.

‘This… this isn’t possible!’ I think to myself once more. ‘This body, it doesn’t belong to me… it belongs to someone else! Someone who is far, far more deserving of it than just some random human boy! And someone who is also far more comfortable in it, too…’ I mentally sigh. ‘I probably also have my parents really, really worried, and I’m in a new world that is completely alien to me, as a female. This, this can’t, it just can’t be happening… except it is, because I remember quite distinctly feeling pain when I woke up. But what am I going to do now?’

“Hello? Are you well?” Fauren says, poking her head around the side of the mirror and interrupting my thoughts.

I look at her. “This isn’t me,” I say, holding back tears as I point to my wings with a hoof, and then tap my horn with the same hoof.

She looks slightly confused now. “Of course that is you! Why would you not believe that you are yourself?”

I shake my head. “No, I mean, this body doesn’t belong to me! It belongs to someone else, who is a lot more worthy of it!” I sniff. “I, I didn’t want this,” at this, I gesture towards my whole body, “to happen!” A tear wells up in both of my eyes.

“Do you mean that you were not as you appear now originally?” asks Fauren, levitating the mirror away from me, and setting it down on the table.

I nod, sniffling, and stair. “I- I was just normal, a normal per-pony, I never asked for this, this horn, or these wings!” And with that, the tears flow from my eyes.

‘My parents…

‘My dog…

‘My friends…

‘My… family…

‘Will I never see them again…?’

Then, a voice interrupts my thoughts. “I’m sorry.” And I feel like I’m being embraced.

I stiffen. ‘She’s… hugging me?’ And indeed, Fauren is hugging me. For the first few seconds I feel uncomfortable, tears still rolling down my face, but then I feel something, like… a warmth or something. Whatever it is, though, it comforts me, and makes my crying stop.

She finishes hugging me, and lets me go. Then stepping back a bit, she looks me in the eye determinedly. “I promise that I will help you get back to your normal body, or at least do whatever I can to help you.” And even though I know that she probably can’t help me, and doesn’t believe me, it still comforts me.

“Th-thanks,” I say quietly, sniffing. I wipe my face with my hoof, the cold keratin-like surface soothing my skin slightly.

She smiles serenely. “No problem. I am just happy to help. I’m sure that anypony else would have done the same in a situation like this.” At that last part, she flicks her eyes over to the left slightly, after which they seem unsure for a second or two. But before I can ask her what that means, I hear a groan. It’s coming from the direction of the blue filly Elliot has turned into. “Ah, your sister is awakening. I shall tend to her with some of the same stew.” She turns around, and for the first time, I see her cutie mark as she walks towards a worn old wooden table, with holes all over it. It’s a quill, with an ink pot behind it. It seems familiar for some reason, but I can’t place why it does…

Then, for the first time, I look over in the direction of the blue filly that, as I lay my eyes on her, I can instinctively feel my little brother is, and my mouth drops open once more.

I’ve seen that filly before; several times, even, from various pieces of artwork and fanfiction covers. She, like the pony whose body I appear to have, is a very important pony in the history of the MLP-verse.

‘He’s been turned into Princess Luna’s likeness…’ I think, marvelling at the coincidence. Mentally, I compare the hair, coat, and shape to my image of Princess Luna. Everything seems to be a match… But it’s also creepy how my brain immediately associates his current appearance with him.

“Ugh… What happened?” Elliot groans, in a high, feminine voice that’s more befitting of his current appearance than his old one was.

Of course, his voice causes me to giggle slightly. Then, I stop, thinking ‘Don’t giggle; that isn’t really nice. And besides, he could have noticed it.’ I wait, with bated breath, to see whether or not he noticed it.

After a few seconds of bated breath, I release a sigh. Then, I freeze, as Elliot’s mouth opens once more and says “Is anyone there?”

Thankfully, before I need to answer, Fauren speaks up. “Open your mouth, please. You need to eat.” Then, she starts walking back over towards Elliot, who I notice was set down head towards the table, rather than head away. She levitates the spoon, which I just now notice is on the table, towards a large wooden bowl also set on the table. It dips into the bowl, causing a small quantity of water with mushrooms in it to slosh out, and comes out of the bowl. Looking over at her, I notice a reddish aura surrounding her horn, appearing more like one of those laser lights when going through fog and spreading, with the horn simply gaining a slightly red sheen. Rather curious if you ask me.

Elliot’s mouth opens, and the spoon goes into it. He slurps it into his mouth. His eyes open. “That was really good!” he says, enthusiastically. Before realising what he’s seeing.

“Aaaaaaaaagh!”

Fauren looks like she’s been offended, but before she can berate Elliot, I speak up. “Calm down! It’s okay, Elliot!” I say hurriedly.

He looks over me and his blue-irised eyes widen. “…Isaac?” he says softly.

“Yes,” I nod, smiling. He smiles back.

After a few seconds of smiling at each other, he finally says “Isaac? Who is that pony, why are you a girly-looking pony with a weird voice, and how do I still know that you’re you?”

I sigh. “To the second question, Elliot, I don’t know. About the third, her name is Fauren, and she’s nice. But to the first…” I vibrate what passes for my lips, as I’ve done before this started. Better to just get this over with. I lean in close, and whisper into his ear, “That’s because I’ve been turned into a female pony… but I wasn’t the only one of us who was.” Then, I turn to Fauren. “Could you please show him the mirror?”

“I would be happy to,” Fauren says, her face a carefully neutral expression. Her horn lights up red once more, and the mirror floats in front of Elliot’s face.

As the mirror comes to rest in front of his bed, he looks into it, and does the thing that I would expect him most to do.

“Aaaagh!”

He screams in shock.