A Life in Equestria

It had been two months since the concert. Magic Sketch was still getting visits from Grace Note at least three times a week. She seemed to never want to leave, but the unicorn never seemed to notice. With every visit, the pegasus arrived earlier and left later then when she started. They would sit around and talk or read their own books in silence. It never mattered what they did, Magic still kept to the promise. He didn’t press his luck by letting her borrow anymore necklaces, but he was always his usual gentlestallion self whenever he was with her.

After a night’s rest full of musical pony filled dreams, he yawned and got out of the warm bed. He ate breakfast and readied himself for the day without any surprises. The calm morning could only last so long. He was reading in the main room when the purple pony came in.

“Majestic Art, you’re up early.” The unicorn said.

Magic looked around, not seeing anypony else. “Uhm, who are you talking to Twi- Twilight? Are you a… stallion?” His eyes widened as his jaw dropped.

“Who’s Twilight?” The stallion looked around. “I’m Dusk Shine. Are you sure you’re okay Majestic?”

“My name isn’t Majestic Art! It’s Magic Sketch!” He worked on calming his breath as he looked for a mirror. “Don’t tell me I’m a… mare.” He gasped as he finally took a look at himself in the mirror.

“You’ve always been a mare. You didn’t stay up all night again did you?” Dusk cocked his head as he watched the dark red mare panic.He ran out of the door, catching glances at everypony.

Without thinking, the unicorn ran all the way to the home shared by his Grace and Lyra. He doubted that those two were still mares though. He knocked on the door, preparing himself for the worst. Moments after, the door was opened by a light blue stallion. “Oh, hi Majestic. What brings you here today?”

“Grace? Is that you?” Magic smiled. “You don’t know how glad I am to see you!”

“Wait, who’s Grace? I’m Fermatta. You of all ponies should know that.” He furrowed his brows and looked at the mare.

“No you’re not. You have to be Grace Note!” He looked down with a wide eyed stare. “I-I’m… a-a… mare. oh geez.”

“It’s ok Majestic, you probably just had a strange dream. It’s confusing you.”

“No I didn’t. Celestia, I need to figure out what is going on. I need to be a stallion again!” Magic paced back and forth.

“What do you mean again? You’ve always been a mare.” The unicorn ignored him as he muttered to himself about the male mane six.

He sighed, “At least that explains the light feeling between my legs… oh… I seem to have breasts now.” He blushed as he noticed the new anatomy for the first time that day. “I need a cider. Where’s Big Mac when you need him?”

“You mean Big Macerina, right?” It only took hearing those words to have the mare faint. Magic woke up half an hour later in Dusk’s library.

“Whew it must have been a dream.” He sat up.

“Hey are you okay?” Fermatta walked over.

“Oh great, you’re still a stallion.” He sighed.

“Well yeah, I’m supposed to be a stallion. Why wouldn’t I be?” The music pony asked the confused mare.

That’s when Magic lost it. “Because you aren’t! I’m a stallion, you’re a mare. You’re name is Grace Note and mine is Magic Sketch.”

“Maybe he was hit in the head when he fainted. This is just crazy.”

“I can’t believe this.” Magic started to hyperventilate. “My stomach is churning, I can’t breath.”

“Woah woah woah, just calm down. Tell us what happened when you woke up, from the very beginning.” Fermatta told the mare.

“Well last night I was working on my art when I felt sleepy all of a sudden. I woke up to find that all of the stallions are mares and the mares are stallions. Can I just speak to Twilight?” Magic pleaded.

“I’m pretty sure you meant Dusk.”

“Whatever.” The purple pony walked over to them. “Twi, I need your help.”

“It’s Dusk. Now what is wrong with you Majestic?”

“I need to find a book on something. Let me look through the library, please.” He got the approval from Dusk, “If I can’t find it, I talk to Discord or Zecora. Or whoever they are here. You know, god of chaos and the alchemist.”

Dusk furrowed his brow, “You mean Eris and Zecrona. Of course you can.”

Magic shuffled through the books for about five minutes before admitting defeat. “Damn it’s not here. Okay, where’s Eris?” Right after those words came out did the goddess of chaos pop in. Literally.

“I’m here! Who is it that needed me? Well if it isn’t Majestic Art. How’s the art coming along?” Eris smiled as she sipped on the cotton candy she had apparently decided to conjure up.

“Eris, do you know anything about the mares becoming stallions and stallions becoming mares?”

“Not a clue. It’s hilarious though.” Eris laughed.

“So there’s nothing I can do. It’s hopeless, I can’t go back to being a stallion.” He pouted. “Might as well get used to being a mare.”

A week later, Magic woke up to find himself still in his mare body. “I guess being a stallion was a long dream on a short night.”

Dusk walked in soon after, carrying a small, red book. “Majestic, I found a book on your research but I don’t understand it.”

Magic quickly took the book and started to read.“Through opposite genders one day, one will awaken. The only time you’ll be able to go back is through heart’s determination, bringing each one’s side back where they belong.”

“I’ll go get the others.” Dusk walked out and gathered the rest of the mane six.

Once they settled down, Magic began, “Listen you ponies, I have something to say…”

“That you’re like totally from another gender side of this universe and you wanted us all to come so you can get help if you hurt yourself while using the spell.” His jaw dropped as he looked over at Bubble Berry who was grinning away.

“Wait, so you really are a stallion in a mare’s body! That’s utterly awesome and… hilarious!” Rainbow Blitz fell to the ground in hysterics.

“Whatever, I’m going to try this spell and according to my reading, it will bring back both me and Majestic to ourselves. Back to where we belong.” The ponies said their final goodbyes as Magic readied himself. A beautiful stream of green light appears, making a magic door. Magic waved as he went through.

Moments later, the real Majestic walked through. “Hey everypony, I just had the weirdest dream that all of you were mares and I was a stallion!”

“Wait, so that one mare wasn’t crazy?” Fermatta spoke out.

“What mare?” Majestic asked the blue pegasus.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.” He told her with a laugh.

Meanwhile, Grace and the female mane six witnessed Magic’s return. “Magic… Magic!” Grace ran over and hugged the stallion.

“Huh… I’m back. It was all a dream. Me being a mare and you guys were stallions.” He laughed, dismissing the unusual occurrence.

“I guess that stallion was telling the truth when he said he was a mare.” Grace chuckled softly.

“So what happened all week?” Magic asked, getting the news of their visitor.

“What if I told you she was right? Here, I’ll show you something in the library. And make sure everypony is there.” Soon enough, they were all gathered in the library, waiting for Magic to explain.

“Everypony, you all have experienced a week of a Magic Sketch look-a-like. In a strange turn of events, I and the mare, Majestic Art, were switched. This caused the mare to have my stallion body and I to have her mare body. Luckily, we both found the solution in this book.” He held up the red book and handed it to Twilight. “Twilight, if you could please put this somewhere safe. We might need it again one of these days.”

“Of course Magic!” Twilight smiled and walked off to put the book away.

“So you were a mare huh?” Grace grinned. “Now that is hilarious.”

Magic laughed, “Whatever!”

“I missed you, you know. This place wasn’t the same without you here.” Grace blushed and turned her head down.

“I missed you too, Grace.” Magic smiled. The two chatted a bit longer until Magic got a sight of the clock. “How in Equestria is it already past ten?”

“Oh I should probably go home now. It’s getting late too fast.” Grace laughed and turned to the door.

“I’ll walk you home. Like you said, it’s getting dark too fast.” Magic walked over to her side.

“Oh you don’t have to do that Magic. It’s fine.”

“No, I insist. I can’t just let a pretty mare like yourself walk home alone.” He smiled.

“I can’t argue with that.” She blushed with a laugh. The two strolled over to her house, continuing their conversation.

"Do you need any help moving in?" The unicorn turned his head to the mare.

"Sure!" She smiled at him. "I'll even pay for lunch. My treat to you huh?"

He laughed happily, "Sounds good."

"So how many bits left until you are the proud owner of 3346 Library Lane?"

"I'll be in that house by next week! Once I finish helping Twilight re-re-organize the magical history section of the library, I'll have enough to finally buy it." He grinned.

"That's wonderful!" Grace beamed. "I'd be happy to help you move if you want."

"If you really want to, I won't stop ya." They finally reached Grace's current home. "Well I guess this is goodbye for now."

"No, only a see you later. No real goodbyes, please. If you remember, I hate goodbyes." Grace looked over at the red stallion.

"Right, sorry Grace. I forgot." He looked down, not wanting to look at the mare at that moment.

She hugged him tight. "It's ok Magic Sketch. It was only a slip in phrases." To the stallion's dismay, she noticed the blush that had creeped onto his cheeks. Luckily, she didn't call him out on it. "Goodnight Magic. I'll see you soon." She said as she let go.

"Goodnight Grace." He left as she entered the house. The stallion meandered back to the library, humming a happy tune the whole way. He walked back Twilight, still humming away.

"Symphony of the Flighted Romance by Octavia?" The purple pony looked up from the paper she had been writing. "I'm guessing you had a wonderful time with Grace today."

The blush was back as he stammered, "Well... Uhm... You see... I...."

"Nevermind. You should get some sleep, you look exhausted." She smiled, waving him away.

"Ok then. Goodnight Twi, see you in the morning." He took her advice and rolled into bed. The last though before going to sleep was of how oblivious the blue mare could be.

Meanwhile, Grace was starting to pack the rest of her things. The only items she hadn't packed already are her bed and sheets. She grinned as she finished putting the rest of her sheet music into the last box. Yawning, she finally went to bed. Before she slept, she thought of the incident from earlier. Why was he blushing? Could he... No, he couldn't possibly like her.