Boy and Girl in Metaquestria

by Ponyess

Rating: teen
Tags: Rarity, Other, Pinkie Pie, Sex, Random, Alternate Universe, Human, Sweetie Belle, Twilight Sparkle, Anthro, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2808

We live in Sunny Dale, together as a family. I have a hero doll; Pinkie Pie, while my sister has; Twilight Sparkle. What I had never realized is that I was to meet my Hero in the flesh. Seems I am the filly now, while she is the colt.

Living in Sunny Dale is fine, when you have your family with you. I have my sister living next room in our cottage. The only difference between the rooms is that hers is mirroring mine.

I have a Hero doll of Pinkie Pie, while she has one of Twilight Sparkle. I have mine living on my nightstand, and I treat her like a household deity, with all that goes with it.

If it is a common and regular life, but that is merely where it all begun. The shock only hit home as I saw my reflection in the mirror one morning. Being a filly, not what a boy is looking forwards to, or dreams of, now is it?

Seeing the real Pinkie Pie in the flesh, I guess I could contain my shock? She is just as exuberant and energetic as they had said, if not more.

In memory of: Shadowplay, A Hearth'swarming Tale, Surf and/or Turf

Published 2015-12-07 01:30:02 UTC
Last updated 2018-12-31 23:17:15 UTC

An Episode of Shocking News, and a Fallthrough: (3) 2

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I had just woken up, and stand before the mirror in my wardrobe; about to pick the clothes I intend to wear for the day, once I am dressing up.

My room is quiet, just as I hear nothing out of the ordinary, until there are noises of stumbling from a few feet behind my mirror.

“What is going on?” I ponder; “What could he possibly be stumbling over in his room, right now?” I exclaim.

The only problem is, that it does not sound as if a boy is walking on the floor; this is starting to sound more and more as if it had been a filly, in his room.

“Okay, I am imagining this!” I ponder, hoping that I am in fact correct.

All of a sudden, everything is still and quiet; sort of the strangest sound I ever heard. If only I had known, this is when my brother fell through his mirror.

I notice a strange, deep purple glow, in the corner of my eye; from where my Twilight Sparkle is standing, on the luxurious, luscious grass I planted for her.

“Twilight loves her books!” I ponder.

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I make an effort, of borrowing the most interesting scientific and adventure books I could find in our local library. I had gone as far, as to make special inquiries; in the hopes of finding the books I had been imagining Twilight would enjoy reading. It is the kind of thing, one does for one’s household deity. At least, it is my image; of what one is supposed to do for her.

When I crack the book open the next day, I notice the odd markings in each book. Had I done these in my sleep, or were these books marked before I had gotten my hands upon them? I do not know, I have no way of knowing. The real scare, is the strange glow I sometimes notice, just as I open the book. Sometimes, I imagine I see a faint purple glow, but think nothing of it. Maybe I should have?

I imagine, I could ask her for personal favours in the future; assuming she is pleased with my offerings, and I maintain a close relation with her. At least, it is how I had imagined what I had been told. Back then, I chose Twilight Sparkle; because she is the deity I felt closer to, the one I feel the warmest affinity towards.

I never asked anything of her, but I am still saying my prayers each night. I invest in the closeness of her friendship.

Sometimes; I actually do read the books I had borrowed and brought home, for her. Sometimes, but not always. Should I read these books, or should I leave them be?

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I have the impression, a feeling of being watched. My household deity; Twilight Sparkle is looking at me, from behind the surface of the mirror, winking at me. The next moment, there is a momentary purple glow on the surface of the mirror; almost as if the event horizon blinks, like an eye.

From behind, I see a filly trotting up to the mirror and raises to her hind hooves. She is standing before me, looking at me. She mirrors my every move, like a perfect mirror image. Why not? Aside from the fact, that she is purple.

I giggle at the absurdity of it all; before I realize what is actually happening, right before my very eyes.

Curious, I step forwards, towards the mirror. I feel a strange pull. Taking another step, and another and another. I am as nude, as the image in the mirror before me.

I smile at the filly before me, right before it hits home; the filly in the mirror, is me.

Just as my brother, I am starting to lose my balance, as I am slowly becoming the filly I am looking at.

I stumble and fall towards the mirror, but instead of shattering the mirror, I just fall right through. It is not as if the mirror had never been there, but more as if it had turned into a fluid I can pass through. An event horizon. There is a strange sensation of losing my orientation as the sense of gravity is momentarily lost in the fall.

I set hooves on the deep purple crystal of the floor in her castle.

“Hello!” I whisper.

“Is anypony there?” I ponder, but is too shy to actually put any air to the words.

I do not know what happened to me, or my body. While I had been spirited away through the portal, is my now limp and possibly lifeless body laying on the floor in my room or in my wardrobe? I do not know, and I do not even want to know.

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My deity wants me here, she accepted me. Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of Friendship. She had accepted me.

“Greetings, and welcome!” Twilight offers.

“Twilight, is that really you?” I merely respond, not quite sure as to what to believe.

“It is; but I think it would be more appropriate if we discuss, over a cup of tea!” she points out.

“Tea?” I respond; “ I would love a cup of tea!” I exclaim.

“Right this way, just follow me to the kitchen!” she offers.

I just nod, and follow her down the hallway. We end up, at the royal kitchen, just as she had promised.
Once in the kitchen, I am watching Twilight prepare the tea; pouring up the water and heating it while she is selecting the blend for the two of us.

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“I hope the tea will be to your taste; you never know, they never make a perfect match!” she points out.

“Oh?” I respond; “They don’t?” I ponder.

“I am sure it will be quite satisfactory!” I then add.

“Thank you, for the confidence in my taste and selection of blends!” Twilight responds, giggling.

Of course I could not help, but notice the purple glow over her horn, while she is preparing the tea. Magic, her magic. Just as I had watched her heat up the water and select the blend; I am watching her selecting the cups and pour up the boiling water, thus creating the tea for the two of us.

Two chairs are awaiting us, and I follow her example, as she is sitting down by the table behind her cup.

“Sugars?” she inquire.

There is a small bowl of sugar, with a diminutive spoon, for the purpose of adding sugar into the tea. If one does desire sweeter tea, that is.

“No!” I respond, shaking my head.

“Okay!” she merely responds.

“One small detail!” she points out; “I could teach you how to drink tea, like an Earth-pony, but it is easier and more elegant this way!” she offers.

I can clearly see the intensity in the purple aura around her horn explode. The next moment, a tiny filly’s horn is sprouting on my forehead.

“Now, if you focus; look at the cup and picture it floating up into the air!” she is instructing me.

“Oh, okay?” I respond, not quite certain as to what she is implying or has in mind.

I do however try, to focus as she had just instructed me. I feel strange, there is a weird sensation and the cup slowly and hesitantly lifts up from the table with half a cup’s worth of tea content.

“It looks, almost as if the cup does not care for the gravity imposed upon it; while it also feels, as if it does not quite know where it is going or where it wants!” I ponder, as I watch my cup, floating up into the air.

“Not bad, not bad at all!” she points out; not adding”For a beginner!”

“Do I want to keep this gift, when I get back to my home; or, would it be better if I did not?” I ponder, but say nothing.

Probably for the better, not to voice my hesitation or question her choices. Not now, and certainly not here.

“When the cup reaches your lips, blow the steam off; the tea is very hot, and you do not wish to scold your tongue!” she suggests, smiling knowingly.

“Thank you, for the tip!” I mumble.

Of course, the cup does inevitably reach the level of my face and I follow her instruction, blowing the steam off. Only once the steam had been blown off, do I take my first sip. A smile slowly cracks my lips and spread out over my faces in a gradual movement.

“The Lunar Infusion always go down well, with the fillies!” she giggles, to herself.

The Episode of Prologue: 1

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Of course; the grass is a lovely, lusciously green under my Pinkie Pie; how could I give her anything less? I had washed off the bowl of water for her, and filled it up; in order for her to have water in the night, just in case. There is a large Muffin before her; just in case she is hungry, and require a nightly snack.

The floor in my room is laid with a warm, pink cherry wood panel. I had talked my parents into applying a wallpaper with lovely, luscious apple trees in full bloom, and they had agreed; which is the wallpaper I have on my walls.

The pattern of the bed is a theme of candy and sweets, just as my Pinkie Pie would have loved to have on her very own bed. I had picked my inspiration from the dress she had been wearing at her first Grand Galloping gala, obviously.

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The bed is standing on the right side of my room, while I have the wardrobe on the left side of the door. It has two pairs of doors from inside of my room, and a regular door from outside. All my clothes are hanging in the wardrobe; shirts, pants, the undies, socks and the rest. I have the bed linen there as well, for when I change them as I make my bed; which I do myself, and I have done that for several years by now. I even have the chute down to the wash room in the wardrobe, in which I dump the clothes when I think they feel unfresh and needs washing.

When I say that my room is a mirror image of the room my sister is living in, I mean that quite literally. I even have a full-size mirror in the wardrobe. Good thing it is not a two way mirror, or she may have been seeing me through it. I shudder at the mere thought, any and all the times I think of that idea. I have no interest in my sister, she is family and a friend I can ask for help; if and when I actually do need it.

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As a matter of fact, I had seen her room; I know that each, and every object and item is exactly where I have mine; if I see them in a mirror. I guess that is kind of scary, when you think of it; maybe this is when I shudder at the thought of it.

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My room is on the second floor, of the cottage in which we live. I have the first door, and my sister the second one on our side. Sorry, the shower is not between us, but I have the boys’ room on my side; while she has the girls’ room.

Our parents live on the other side; with their very own, private balcony and stairs up. Naturally, they have the shower and other facilities on their side; adjusted for them. No worries, and no envy; a fair and equal deal.

The kitchen is under our parents room; where the dining room is as well, side by side. There is a third floor, but you need to take a separate flight of stairs up, if you like to go there. Likewise, we do have a basement as well. I have the notion, that we live in a fairly common home.

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Either I am imagining it, or I am dreaming it all up; but Pinkie Pie loves to talk to me, and when I wake up, the plate is always empty, no matter how many I had placed on it the night before.

I prefer to think I had been eating it in my sleep. Even if it had been my sister, I am prone to see that as preferable. The options are merely unthinkable.

How does a boy explain to his parents; that his Hero doll is eating the pastries, or cookies he left on his night stand the night before? Unless he is asking for undue, and highly unwanted attention? I have no interest in any further attention; not unless I am begging for it, when I actually feel the need for it; on occasions, such as when I am ill or something.

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I had woken up early in the morning. Neatly folding the quilt in towards the wall, before I slipped my feet off of the bed, setting them onto the floor and unfolding the quilt. From there, I walk to the wardrobe and open the door.

As I see myself in the mirror, something is certainly off. What I see, isn’t the little boy I had always seen in the mirror before. There is a light pink filly looking back at me. Apparently, she is mimicking my every move; at least, as far as she is capable, with her fully equine body. She is clearly standing up in her full height; looking at me, eye to eye; her forelegs along her body. I can see her large eyes as she is looking back at me; as if she had been just as surprised to see me, as I am to see her.

When I said Pony, I mean a Pony, not an anthropomorphic variety of one. She has no hands or finger, just as she has no visible feet; but is standing squarely on her hind hooves. Instead of a small nose, she has a muzzle.

I look closer, bending over. Now I feel a bit strange and lose my balance. If it is an impression, or if I am closer to her in a deeper meaning than mere physical distance, but the closer I get, the harder it is to maintain my balance; I promptly fall over, only to splatter right through the mirror and land on my forehooves.

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As I finally rose to my hooves on the other side of the mirror, I stand on all fours. There is no Pony, or boy on the other side. I can just see myself there.

“Hiya, Silly!” I hear a voice from behind my back, but what I see is Pinkie Pie.

“Hiya, Pinkie!” I responded; before I had the time to react, or think of anything.

“Oh, and thanks for all the yummy pastries you have been giving me every night!” she then added.

“You are quite welcome, I am just happy you did enjoy them. It felt right to offer you muffins, but I was starting to worry for a while. I couldn’t explain where they all went!” I prompted, in response.

“I ate them, silly!” she merely giggled.

“Yeah, that just dawned on me, Pinkie!” I blurted out; as I was casting glances, to the right and left.

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“I should send a Hello from Twilly, as well. She does live next door. If you like, you could follow me to her castle?” Pinkie then offered.

“Oh? I certainly would love to see her, and the rest of your friends too. Even if I don’t need to see all at once. I know my sister could love to see Rarity about a suit!” I pondered.

“Let’s be off, then. Yeah, I do have quite a few friends, when you put it like that. I know Rarity would love crafting a suit for you, and your sister any day!” Pinkie offered, knowing her friend only too well.

I tried my best to follow her along the flight of stairs. She managed to open the door and closed it after us. With that, we are out in the open, where Celestia’s sun is spreading joy all over Ponyville, where I had found myself.

This is the Ponyville in Equestria; but it is in a larger sense a part of the Metaquestria just as much as the cottage I had grown up in. There is just the thin mirror between the various locals.