Life amidst the others

Me and Rarity were both silent for a couple of minutes, then Rarity started to digress.

"Let me show you around the place, son," She said digressing the situation.

The word she had said a few times now, "son", kept ringing through my ears like an alarm. It did not feel right and I am pretty sure it didn't feel right for to say it either. I can safely assume she's probably only saying it to only get us both used to the fact that she now has a son, which is apparently me. Something strikes me even odder, was I really her long lost brother who died a couple years ago? I wanted to look into this further, but now was not the time.

Rarity has shown me all around the boutique: her work place, her bedroom, the kitchen, the bathroom, and my bedroom. I just realized that I don't have any memory of me going to the bathroom. I did not know what it felt like, or how I would go in the first place, but the reminder sure made me have a rough feeling in my bowels. I had the sudden urge to squirm in place and Rarity noticed me.

"Do you have to go to the bathroom, darling?" Rarity giggled.

I assumed the bathroom she showed me was where I was supposed to go, so I ignored her question and ran there, despite how hard it was to get there since it was upstairs. When I ran into the bathroom, there was a small hole on the floor to what appeared to be leading to a drain. It was pretty much the only thing the room. I walked over to it and made sure my bowels where directly above it since that's where the unfamiliar feeling is coming from. I could not describe how it was done, but my body felt like a body of water was being drained. Suddenly, my body started to feel more comfortable.

I felt the opportunity to take my leave was in order when the peak of my own comfort was met. I left the bathroom and confronted Rarity again.

"I'm sorry we just met and had little time to bond or discuss anything, but I do have to work on some projects my client has given me," She said politely as possible.

Rarity walked back over to her work room, it was full of dresses, suits, and other wearing accessories. I walked back downstairs, and left. I had nothing better to do, so I wandered off to Lyra's house. I saw Lyra at home, reading a book on a strange topic through one of her windows at her house. I knocked on her door and she came to the door.

"Look, 'Blue Flare', there's something I need to tell you," Lyra guided me over to her couch and we both sat down.

She showed me the book she was reading, the topic on the book was 'Fact and Fiction'.

"You know our ruler, Princess Celestia?" She asked.

I nodded my head.

"I've read it when I was just a filly and learned about the human race being a myth and just wanted to believe was true, but to this day there's something in the book I've taken little heed to accepting to be true," Lyra continued

I faked nodding my head in agreement; Lyra levitated the book to us as she began to read.

"There's a rumor that the princess brings a human to Equestria every one hundred years and turns them into a pony, Tricks them into signing a contract to restrict them from disclosing their race and having any memory of being human removed, and finally turns them into foals to start their life cycle anew as a pony," She said reading the text out of the book

"Erm... What?" I replied.

"I asked her to bring a human to Equestria, but not like this, but I don't think she did it for me, I think she did it for her 'tradition'," She said.

We were both silent for a moment.

"You don't believe me, do you?" Lyra questioned

"It's kind of hard to believe you, I can't say I do, Lyra," I responded

Lyra's head sank, as she stopped levitating the book. I could see tears fall out of her eyes, and I assumed she was crying.

"Nopony believes me, not even you, Shane!" Lyra galloped over to her room, magically slamming the door shut.

"I'm sorry, Lyra!" I yelled.

I paused for a moment.

"And who in hay is Shane?!" I Yelled.

I came over to Lyra's bedroom door, I could hear sniffling inside. This was definitely not like Lyra, I wanted to console her and see what I could do to make her feel better. I knocked on the door and got a rather expected response.

"What do you want?" I heard coming from the door.

"Lyra, it's me, I just want to talk," I replied

Of course I would receive as good of a response anypony would give.

"I don't want to talk right now, leave me alone," She muttered.

I felt the necessity of consoling her was more important than leaving her alone to be drowned in her own sorrows, so I opened her door and went inside. Lyra was weeping on her bed; I noticed several tears dwindling down her muzzle. I walked over to her bed and sat next to her.

"Lyra, I want to apologize, I'm sorry for not believing you," I apologized deeply.

"And you still don't believe me, do you?" She returned.

I paused for a moment in response because lying would only make the situation worse and to be honest, the truth hurts.

"Didn't think so," Lyra said as her head sank.

"Lyra, I..." I said being interrupted.

"You don't have to say anything, you can leave now Shane," She said in deep anguish.

"Stop calling me Shane!" I yelled only upsetting her more.

"Lyra..." I said, but she stopped me once again

"Please, just go," She said sniffling.

I decided it would be best if I had left her alone.