Withania’s eye snapped open in her bed, the covers hiked up over her head and enclosing her in a hot and humid dome. She stretched her hind legs out to pull the duvet down, and threw the top half back in one motion and took several gulps of cool air from the room.

“Ohhh,” she moaned to the room, “Oooooohhhhh…”

Was this deja vu? Had she had the same dream all week, or had she just woken up in the night several times and drifted in and out of the same vision of being eaten, digested, and absorbed into the body of another pony?

“It can’t have been one night…” she told herself, “I went out the day before yesterday, and yesterday, I remember… I think I went out three days ago as well…”

Withania fell out of bed and stumbled about in the bathroom to freshen up and get her mane under control, before descending to her sitting room and poking through her bookshelf.

“Something is going on… it has to be…”

Plants At Home, A History Of Earth Pony Magic, The Big Book Of Growing Stuff, she pulled out all her books relating to magic until she found the one she was looking for.

Detect Magic, A Level One Spell - this book was a unicorn’s school book about identifying magic, Withania had used it to help measure the magical properties of some of her special plants in the garden. She flicked through the appendix under the letter M.
“Medicinal, meditation, melamine- ah, Memory Magic…

“Memory magic is a vast sub category of mind-affecting magic with roots in many schools of sorcery equine and otherwise, but due to the complexity and nature of adding, modifying, or even removing a pony’s memories there are consistent theologies that can be observed.”

Withania scanned through the introduction until she reached the next section titled ‘symptoms’.

“Okay, symptoms of ponies who have been affected by memory magic often include confusion, deja vu and often persistent dreams of partial memories that the brain is trying to reconstruct!”

Withania snapped the book closed looking out the window in the general direction of the town centre.

“She fuzzed me!” she exclaimed loudly, and then as she suddenly realised the full extent of what had happened in these apparent dreams, added in a quieter voice, “Oh my. I suppose it was… nice. Perhaps I’ll visit again some time. No need to let her secret out… if we both know what’s going on and neither of us mind… well it would go without saying really. If we both pretend the other doesn’t know... I wonder if I have time tomorrow...”

Author's Note

That's all folks, thanks for tuning into my debut as a character, and once again, thanks to Mulberry Tart for their blessing on this story!