Sister or Unicorn?

by Axelsims

Rating: mature
Tags: Alternate Universe, Human, Sad, Other, Romance, Original Character, Sex, Twilight Sparkle, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 19132

Tristan lived most of his life with his unicorn sister, didn't think anything of it until one night

Tristan comes home from work from night, when he gets a phone call from his parents telling him that his sister is actually a character from a television show! Sure she is a unicorn, but a character from a tv show? Does it really matter, or will the bond between siblings break because of this discovery?

Oh and by the way, if any of you have a better idea for the title make sure to suggest it

Published 2012-08-24 17:04:02 UTC
Last updated 2012-12-26 11:12:07 UTC

Realization

I spent the next few minutes watching the first episode, then the second one, then the third. Washing the entire night away just watching episode after episode, looking as my "Sister" had all sorts of adventures with her friends. I couldn't help but think about the past as I watched. Drifting away as I continued to watch another episode.

I was just four when it happened, barely could even remember living without her in my life.

My parents liked taking walks and dragging me with them. We lived in the country, my father was a game designer, head of a major company. With the increasing powers of the internet however, he didn’t have to leave his home to work. And this made his life with me and mom easier. In fact with all the money he was making, mom didn’t even have to work. Life was good.

I didn’t have very many friends at the time however. If anything my parents are definitely socially awkward. Not that I’m much different. Perhaps it was their tastes in media. Perhaps the way they were more honest with others. It didn’t matter to them though. They had each other, they had me. And one fateful morning they had a lavender unicorn as well. And boy I was pretty happy about it as well.

It was morning when we found her; the morning dew glistened in the rising sun. We lived near the woods, so some of the trees were blocking the sun’s rays. I didn't mind, it just made everything feel cooler, and to this day i still prefer cold to hot. I took off my shoes so I could feel the dew rub off onto my feet as we walked.

We had a trail by our house, a simple dirt road, my father made it himself, didn’t take much work clearing out the vines to make a clear pathway.

We were more than halfway through it when I heard a sniffle. My parents were too busy talking to notice, but I hardly paid attention to them at that age. I was curious, so I walked over in the direction of the sound. Making sure to watch where i stepped so i didn't end up tripping or stubbing my toes.

Upon walking off the trail I saw a dark purple figure near a tree. My parents noticed I had wandered off so they started to call out for me telling me to come back to them. The sound caused the figure to shuffle more behind the tree out of sight, by now my curiosity was peaked; I wanted to find out what it was. I thought it was a cat or something, so instead of jumping out I eased my way towards the other side of the tree. And that’s when I first saw her.

She was small, especially when she was curled up like she was. Almost as tall as a small dog, and shivering like crazy. Twilight was laying on a small little clearing of grass, her hair was messed up and a branch was sticking out of it. Her eyes were prancing about in fear, full of tears, searching all around her for possible threats, which was at the moment everything. She made a loud squeal and jumped upright when she laid those fearful eyes upon me. I wasn’t about to give up however so I stepped out and slowly approached her.

Every step I took towards her she backed up five more, constantly shuffling her way backwards to get away from the horrible monstrosity she saw before her. Even at such a young age I could see the terror in her eyes. So I did the natural thing. I stopped and getting on my knees, held out my hand to her.

She stopped as well, looking at me with a confused look on her face, but still full of terror. Unsure whether she should turn around and run, or risk staying a little longer. Finally she braved up enough to take a step towards me, then another, finally she had come right up to my body and stared at me, and then at my hand.

Slowly I made my move, rotating my hand and slightly easing it to stroke her mane. She flinched at first of course. But I was used to that, I had similar experiences with other animals particularly cats as we had five at the time. I removed the twig from her mane, which she liked immensely. Before long she had started to rub her head against the palm of my hand, before tackling me to the ground and clinging to me trying to get warm.

I laid there stroking her softly as we huddled there, until we both looked up and saw my father’s face, filled with shock and disbelief, and as pale as the moon.

Explanation

“Trist? What are you doing up so late?”

The unexpected sound of Twilight asking me questions snapped me back to reality, all of the sudden I was no longer in the middle of a forest, staring at my father as he examined the adorable little Unicorn in my arms.

Instead we were at my apartment and the adult version of said Unicorn was just walking out of her room. She hadn’t noticed that I was watching her in an alternate universe and for at least this moment I had intended to keep it that way.

If anything I wanted to at least explain it to her first.

I had hung up on my father over an hour ago and the phone was lying at my side with the laptop in my lap. I quickly shut the laptop to avoid her discovery for a few brief minutes at least.

“Oh sorry just… watching a movie.” I lied to her, very poorly at that, and I could see immediately that she didn’t believe me.

“Okay so what were you really doing?”

She rubbed her eyes as she tried to get the dust out. She hadn’t changed into her human form yet. She rarely did at home, unless we were planning on having company. It was somewhere around five in the morning now, so we didn’t have anything planned. Her purple mane was ruffled, but somehow by some miracle her pink strip that runs down the middle of it still ran completely straight.

“Well?” she asked, obviously getting impatient at my refusal to come clean.

“If you’re watching pornography again you can just tell me.” She bluntly accused

She only caught me once, and that was a long time ago…

“N... NO!” I started to blush slightly from embarrassment. “It’s nothing like that.”

“Then what is it, and why is it so secretive that you can’t tell your sis about it?” she started playing a guilt trip as she looked at me with puppy dog eyes and quivered her lip at me. It was obvious that there was no escape, I would have to tell her about it before she levitated the laptop from my grip and found out the hard way. I was not about to let that happen.

“I… I’ll tell you okay but, let me explain first.” I couldn’t help but feel terrible about this. Like this sudden revelation was going to ruin our lives. More specifically hers, would she be mad? Probably, who wouldn’t be finding out that you’re a cartoon character?

“Well c’mon then out with it!” Her eyes were brightening with excitement; she loved the thought about what dark juicy secrets she could use to tease me with. Little did she know the weight of the words I was about to shoot at her. She took a seat beside me as I straightened up on the couch and coughed before letting it out.

“I... talked to mom and dad today, in fact almost as soon as I got home; they had something important they wanted to tell me…”

“Oh! And tell me dear brother what is this wonderful piece of intelligence we are receiving.” She was mocking me, probably trying to make me bring out the news faster, possibly just to tease me some more.

“I was getting around to that you impatient little jerk.” I jabbed at her right back; maybe it would ease the upcoming waves. I sighed a little without thinking.

If there’s one problem with living with someone, they start to learn to read you. She already knew that whatever it was, it was serious, and we were involved.

“Okay seriously what’s up” She placed a hoof on my shoulder causing me to look at her face; she was wearing a smile, a little soft cute smile.

A smile that said “Hey come on just tell me so I can help.”

Or “You can trust me.”

Or perhaps the worst of them all

“I’m here for you.”

“You remember when we first met? In the woods?” I asked her, my hand was starting to tremble at the weight of the burden I was slowly unloading. How could I tell her, my own sister, even if she isn’t really my sister.

That she’s from a TV show? I kept trying to build up defenses against it.

Maybe it was coincidence? No there’s no way that could possibly just be coincidence , Not only was she the same when it came to looks, down to her eyes even, but the name as well?

Maybe she was the inspiration for the show? But how would that work? She was a filly when we found her and the show was made over 20 years ago, sure you could take time travel into the matter. Why not, after all if unicorns exist I’m sure time travel exists as well.

But then how did she turn back into a filly?

I softly cursed myself as my mind raced, thinking or ways or explanations.

But then it struck me, why would it matter? And at that same instance I answered that question myself.

Why would it matter? Because look at the life she is living right now, and look at what her life could be. Instead of being friendly with what looked like the entire town of Ponyville, the star pupil of a princess that raised the sun. Having five best friends, with unique personalities, who would look out for each other no matter what.

She had me, she had her “parents”, she had the internet, and she had this apartment.

Not much of a contest is it? She hardly had any friends in this world, most of them were my friends, she tried making a few, but giving off a good first impression was not her strong suit.

And don’t even talk about dating.

“You remember how our parents are complete dorks right?” I started leaking, slowly letting the words find form in my mind before saying it with my mouth.

“Psh yeah, and you wonder why we turned out the way we did.” Joking, again to lighten the mood.
It wasn’t working

“Well there was one thing, one fandom they didn’t tell us about.”

“Oh god please don't tell me our parents are into bestiality!” She laughed at that finding the idea of how she was brought into this world from such a twisted viewpoint entertaining. Obviously she was joking as we both remembered how we found her in the woods.

“No…” I replied softly

“Necrophilia?” She continued, searching somewhere in my face for a smile, I tried to fake one for her.
It didn’t work either

“Harem?” she tilted her head to the side

“No, they were fans of a show that ended about 20 years ago.” I replied

“That’s all?” She stated obviously unimpressed “That can’t be it, you don’t get all worked up for something like that.”

“Yeah, there’s more to it than that.” Here it was, that final step, there was no real way to let it out softly was there? It was now or never.

“Twilight… you’re….”

“Wait hold that thought for a second!” She suddenly jumped up and ran into the kitchen. It was one last final prod, just because she could.

She knew I would wait for her too.

She came back holding a bottle of champagne and 2 glasses, putting them on the coffee table near the middle of the room, she started to fill hers first, sipping at it when the glass was about half way full, then all the way before moving on to mine.

“Twi I’m not…”

“Shush you I’m concentrating.” That was a total lie; she was a very damn good multi-tasker. She would help me with my homework, and do hers at the same time. And that was when we were kids.

I waited patiently as she finished pouring the glasses, I didn’t want to drink but I would get over it. I wish she didn’t break the champagne out. This wasn’t something to celebrate.

Finally she finished pouring the glasses and handed me my glass with her magic. I grabbed it out of the air and continued.

“Twilight… you’re in the show.”

And then I was sprayed with all the champagne she was just drinking.

“What? No way” disbelief, as expected.

I rubbed my eyes and used my shirt as a makeshift towel to wipe the drink off my face. Afterwards I looked at her; I didn’t have to say anything. My silence spoke louder.

“Y… Your serious?” she continued “I’m actually in the show?”

I nodded

“W…were you just watching that?” she questioned me with a look of deep concern on her face.

I looked to my laptop, before opening it and loading it back to the first episode. Twilight moved over to me so she could watch as well, refilling her glass.

“Wow this is going to be a long day.” She stated, and for once in a long time I couldn’t tell what she was feeling.

Reaction

We finished the first season, and watched a few episodes of the second before taking a brief respite.

I had already called into work and told them I wouldn’t be coming in today. Twi did the same; we both figured that we were in no state for work. Plus this was more important and needed to get out of the way before anything else.

Plus by this point we were both slightly intoxicated. And your boss generally doesn’t like it if you go to work drunk.

Even if you were just a little tipsy.

“So who’s you favorite Twi?” I tried to make conversation with the small unicorn

“Psh…. Myself of course, she seems to be the only sensible one of the group.” she replied giving my shoulder a love tap, and then immediately apologizing afterwards.

“Oh, sorry”

Okay a little drunk.

“That’s kind of selfish isn't it?” I questioned the small lavender creature at my side. She waved her arm in an expression of how little she cared.

“Yeah, but who cares, I just found out this morning that I’m a cartoon character.” She wasn’t taking the news very well from what I could tell with that little snide remark. “Makes sense I suppose, even in mythology unicorns were always depicted as white stallions, and I’m lavender.”

“Well you’re still pretty real to me.” I poked her in the side, hard enough that she would jump, but not enough to hurt her.

“Awww aren’t you the romantic.” She giggled a little, which made me feel a little better about her. “How haven’t you gotten hitched with someone yet? I bet all the women just throw themselves at you.”

“I guess they just don’t know what they’re missing out on.” I joked, honestly I never really took dating seriously, I knew I would find that girl I wanted to be with one day, until then I might as well enjoy the ride right? Not many others shared my opinion, I just hadn't found the right one for me yet.

“Still though you could have a dragon servant, how awesome would that be right?” I inquired, wanting her to open a little more about her real feelings about the discovery. “And surely you must have found one of the characters interesting.”

“To be honest I found spike kind of annoying, especially how he’s always fawning over Rarity like that. Doesn’t he realize that would never work? He would just end up hurting himself in the end.” She answered very solemnly, almost showing how hurt she was, with everything. It just made me want to hold her, squeeze all those bad thoughts away.

So I put down my glass, and out of nowhere tackled her.

Usually such unexpected bursts of physical expression are uncommon with me, but the situation felt like it called for it. I wanted to show her that this didn't change anything, that she was still my sister, and that nothing like that would come between us. And while she might not have Ponyville, she had me at least right?

We were both laughing while I lied on top of her, tickling her sides with my hands. She could have easily picked me up with her magic and thrown me off.

But she wanted me right next to her like this. I could tell it in those purple eyes of hers. She liked the attention, the comfort of someone she trusted completely so close to her, even if it was in an awkward position.

I was always that one person she could open up too, even if it was too embarrassing for mom or dad to find out, I was always there to listen if she wanted me too.

And man she talked a lot, about everything. Human biology, her failed attempts at dating, her “experimentation”.

Boy that was a night to remember.

Looking down at her tiny body she was starting to blush madly while looking up at me. I saw hints of sadness in them, but there was something else I didn’t expect. Something I definitely didn’t see coming a mile away, something that I particularly didn’t want to see.

Desire

Out of nowhere, she lifted herself towards me, her arms wrapping around my head, bringing me down as she approached my lips with hers, slowly bringing them together as embraced me.

And every inch of my body screamed out in protest.

She didn’t care; she wanted this so badly, it came out of nowhere, probably the alcohol talking to her. In a split second reaction I decided that for this one night I’d let her have her moment. It felt wrong of course, how could it feel right?

But it was the nicest act of kindness I could give her at the moment. And that was all the convincing I needed, it would make her happy for a few seconds.

And I wanted to make her feel better right? I guess if by kissing her human brother she felt better, then I guess I’d have to live with that. Even if it was awkward as hell.

She let me go shortly after; her hooves immediately went to her face, as she gasped in realization of what she just did. She was speechless, she was horrified. I quickly retracted from her giving her room.

She sat up immediately and turned away from me. Refusing to make eye contact.

“I think I need to go to my room” she muttered, tears were forming in her eyes.

And that was that, she left immediately afterwards, quickly running to her room and shutting the door behind her. I let her leave without protest; I was slightly disgusted and had a lot to work out at the moment.

My sister… just kissed me.

It wasn’t like she didn’t know what she was doing, her eyes said very plainly that they were aware of what was going on, and that they were wanting it.

Wanting me… like that.

I shivered a little at the thought, that was… disgusting, I grew up with her, sure she didn’t see me in diapers, but still for a good chunk of our lives we were together.

Maybe that was it then? The bond that we shared?

We always knew we weren’t actually related, my father made certain of that. He didn’t want that inevitable truth to dawn on us at a time where it could actually hurt. Like now for example. I suppose I should thank him next time I talk to him.

What would he tell me to do?

I remember when I first found out that my mother was into transformer hentai, specifically male on male, which was about 90% of the cast. But there was something else, what did she call it?

I think the word was Twin-cest, or in her words Win-cest.

Dad didn’t like it either, but he lived with it, after all he had his weird parts, mom had hers. Maybe that was part of it? I doubt Twi and mom shared fanfics, that would be even more awkward then Twi kissing me, which at that moment was a really far fetched concept.

Maybe I should talk to my dad about it.

Then another odd thought struck into my head, one that sounded crazy, but it might lead somewhere. I noticed during the show that their Twilight was almost literally one hundred percent like my Twilight. It felt awkward just saying that line now. Their personality, her inability to give a good first impression, her extreme love of reading and science.

They were almost exactly alike, only difference was in setting.

Maybe their twilight also had a brother? But there was no way they would hint about incest in a kid show right? I doubted it but I decided to look anyway. I would have tried to talk to Twi some more, but I doubted it would help, I don’t think she wanted to say anything or even see me again after that.

Then I had a horrible thought, what if she ran away thinking I hated her after that? I didn't want her to leave, even if we never were the same way after what she did, I still didn't want to lose my sister forever. She had a window in her room, it wouldn't be hard for her to just sneak out and never come back.

I ran over to her door and banged on it.

"Twilight? You still in there?" I asked with panic in my voice.

"Obviously, just leave me alone... please? I'm sure you don't want to see me anyway." she was sobbing, the door was probably locked, i didn't even bother to touch it.

"Okay, just don't leave me alright? I need to straighten some things out, but...."

I fell silent for a few seconds, unsure of what I wanted to say. Twi didn't say anything back.

"Just don't leave okay?!" I yelled at the door. I heard her say something really quietly, I couldn't hear exactly what it was, but hopefully she would listen. There was nothing stopping her from just going, but i didn't want to lose her. It wouldn't be hard, she could change her looks as a human with a second's thought. She could easily make a new identity and never see me again.

Suddenly the phone rang again, rather frustrated and more than a little worried still, I answered it.

“Hello?”

“Trist it’s me again.” Dad once again, calling in the most inopportune of times.

“Yeah dad? I’m kind of busy right now?” I replied showing a little bit of frustration in my voice.

“I figured but there was something important that I needed to tell you, but I needed your mom to go away first, it’s rather hard to talk about it with her there.” He continued he seemed pretty much as resistant as the last conversation; apparently this wasn't boding well for him either.

“What is it?” I asked, wanting to get this out of the way so I could find some answers.

“Well… it’s hard to say, you see I don’t know how far you are into the show yet, or if you’ve watched any episodes at all or not.” He went on half way mumbling his words, probably out of embarrassment.

“Yeah, we watched the first season, was about to watch some more actually.”

“Good good, well there’s something I wanted to warn you about, I probably should have warned you about it earlier as well but…” he paused a little

“But…?” I goaded him out of it.

“Have you noticed how Twilight is almost exactly the same in real life as she is in the show?

“Yeah…” I went along

“Crap your mother’s back, look watch the season 2 finale okay? Just watch it, don’t bother with the others, you’ll know what I’m saying. Goodbye son, take care of Twi for me would you?” He asked, sincerity in his voice

“Y... Yeah dad sure.” I replied as he hung up the phone.

“Season two finales huh?” I muttered to myself as I grabbed my laptop and slowly opened it.

It must have been something important; maybe it had to do with what was going on right now? I hoped to god it was.
And thankfully I was correct; the season two finale introduced a bunch of new characters, including Twilight’s brother.

Shining Armor

I scoffed at the name, it really didn’t look like they put much time into it. Not to mention Twilight’s last name was Sparkle, not Armor. So what sense did that make? But it was obvious that she loved her brother, just as much as my Twilight loved me. Of course Shining was kind of an ass to her if you asked me, but he was under mind control at the time.

I saw the hints at how maybe Twilight loved her brother as something more than just a “brother”. But with the recent events I decided to not trust my judgment.

So I did something unthinkable, something that I regret horribly.

I went searching on the internet for confirmation. My life would never be the same afterwards.

Acceptance

There is nothing more awkward then looking at pictures of your sister having sex on the internet, especially if your sister is a lavender unicorn from a TV show. I was kind of surprised that I hadn’t seen any of this before. It wasn’t like I never got on the internet or lived a sheltered life. What was even more interesting, and not so much of a surprise was the pairings.

Twidash, Twarity, Twarmor, Flutter sparkle, Twapple Spack,

I couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that last pairing. Even at how awkward this all was, I still had some sense of humor. I guess laughter really does help you get through the roughest moments.

But I had found my answer; there wasn’t a doubt in my mind that Twilight was just lonely and drunk.

She had feelings for me, massive feelings of desire, of love even. But how did I feel about that.

Looking online I could see a huge fan base of the show, some of them were just fans, and others took their fandom farther.

Like the people who drew pictures. And the fanfics…

Oh man the fanfics, or from what I’ve seen they’re called Clopfics. Something else I found funny, but it didn’t change the situation. Apparently thousands of people would give up everything they had, just to be in this exact situation, a situation that I didn’t even want to be in the first place. Why couldn’t we just cut this part of our lives out and continue being happy. Of course she probably would still feel the way she does now; I just wouldn’t be able to tell, and to be completely honest now that I did know I would be happier knowing it then to not know. Some say ignorance is bliss; I say those people are ignorant.

But it didn’t change the fact that…

That my sister….

I should really stop calling her that if I wanted to take this seriously, there’s no way I would be able to convince myself to even consider what I was thinking if I was to keep calling her that.

It just felt… wrong.

Okay, so Twilight… really really wanted me, bad… and how did I feel about that.

It was odd of course, different, and I wasn’t exactly sure if I wanted to return that feeling, or how I would go about it if I decided to.

Did I even feel close to the same thing?

I loved her sure, but more as…

Okay so I love her, and I want her to be happy right?

Well of course I did but did I really have to resort to this. Did I really want to be with her?

I doubt things would just turn back to normal after tonight. She doesn’t just let things go. She’d be ashamed to even look at me again. If not now eventually she would decide that moving away would only be for the best, and that she had ruined our relationship entirely.

I hoped she was still in her room.

“Okay” I muttered to myself without even realizing it. “I can either throw in all the chips now, or fold my hand.”

I mean yeah I like her, and if it was any other guy I would be completely happy with her for finding someone that cared for her. But if it’s me, would I be happy with that?

Dad wouldn’t, mom sure as hell wouldn’t, and sure she thought transformers doing it were hot. But transformers don’t exist.
Or maybe they did, but that’s beside the point.

But I’m not living with them anymore, and this isn’t about them it’s about me

I need to stop getting distracted.

It was a natural reflex of mine. I didn’t want to think about it, so I was thinking about everything else.

“Okay so Pros and cons time” I muttered to myself.

“Pros… Twilight and I have known each other for a long time. Since we were kids, we know what the other likes and we can almost read each other perfectly. We get along so well and it’s almost impossible to get mad at each other. It would be an amazing experience because she can shape shift to whatever she desires. The sex would… probably be amazing.” Mumbling trying to keep that little statement hidden from myself.

As much as I didn’t want to admit it, I knew Twilights biology almost as if it was on the back of my hand, both her normal and human form. Her erogenous zones were different from a normal human’s, and she knew all of my spots as well. We had never experimented before, but through awkward events and friendly tussles we found them one by one. If she really wanted to and I could pretend it wasn’t her, she could turn me on like a light switch.

“Cons” I continued, “Twilight is your sister, your parents would disapprove and you would have to keep your relationship a secret. Albeit it wouldn’t be difficult since she can morph her body, but I did kind of want to be honest with them about who I fell in love with, which brings up another point, which also happens to be the biggest problem.” I paused catching my breath

“I don’t honestly know how I feel about her. She’s an amazing person, any guy would be so lucky to have her.” I stopped to think some more before continuing.

“I guess there’s no avoiding it” I finished, standing up and walking over to Twilight’s door.

“Twi?” I asked in a soft, apologetic voice. “You awake?”

I still hadn’t decided on what I was going to do, how I felt, but I wasn’t going to find out just standing around second guessing myself.

“Yeah…” She was still crying, she was trying to hide it, but she wasn’t doing a very good job.

“I’m coming in… okay?” I continued, trying to be as unintimidating as possible. She didn’t answer immediately, but after a few seconds I hear her mumble back “okay…”

I opened the door, and took a good look around.

The room was dark, as expected with moonlight shining from the glass sunroof that came with the place. It was one of the main reasons why she wanted this room. She loved stargazing...

and books as I looked around trying to take in the horde of novels around me.

In the middle of the room, against the wall was her queen sized bed, and my sister curled up in her covers. Tears pouring from her face, her eyes partially red from rubbing them so much. A box of tissues was laying on the nightstand on the left.
Half of its contents scattered onto the floor, mixed with books and magazines from all sorts of topics

She was in her human form now, only similar in hair and eye color. She was wearing a pink nightgown; one of the straps was slipping off her shoulder. She could change both her her body and her clothes as well, but she felt like keeping some of her original traits when she changed. She just told everyone that her eyes had colored lenses, and that she was a rebel at heart for her hair, which was believable as they were very popular in this day and age. But there was a reason for why she was in her human form…

She was masturbating.

Probably trying to get her frustration out by pleasuring herself, but in the amount of time she had, either she had just started or she couldn’t get off. She looked frightened to see me almost, perhaps because of a fear of what she expected. She probably thought I was going to yell at her, but how could I do that? Just one look at her made me want to tear myself to shreds.

I was, without even realizing it, breaking this young mare’s heart.

I couldn’t even stand my existence at that point. How could I be so cold? She offered her heart out to me, and I stepped on it, more like tripped. It wasn’t like I did this on purpose.

But still… just the sight of her, and knowing I was to blame.

I slowly approached her, she didn’t move to greet me, she avoided looking at me. I approached the bed, and climbed onto it before settling myself right next to her. It was a common event for us, lying together on a single mattress; it was a place to relax, to let our feelings out. It happened all the time back when we were living with mom and dad. There was no complaints, no regrets, just a pair of siblings lying on the same bed, trying to go through life together.

We didn’t say anything for a long time; I wanted to say something, anything but couldn’t find the courage inside myself to utter a single word to her. So we just lied there together.

Slowly, with hesitation, expecting me to hit her or something horrible like that, she moved closer to me. She was shorter than me, coming up to my chin on the bed. Turning towards me as I faced the ceiling, staring at the moon, she slowly nuzzled her way underneath my arm. In response, I lifted my arm so she could move towards her target. She slowly rested her head on my shoulder and rested her arm on my chest. Feeling it move up and down as I breathed.

“I’m so.... sorry” she whispered, hardly audible enough for me to hear. Her tears were still coming out, ever so slowly. I used my free hand to brush her hair past her ears and then slowly started to brush the tears away as well.

“No… I’m sorry” I whispered back, no one else was in the apartment, but it felt nessicary to talk at such a low level. “I should have realized sooner, or at least cushioned the fall a little.”

“It’s okay… you were always a little blind” she tried to giggle, it was an honest effort, but she couldn’t manage it. She was hurting so badly, it wrenched a tear out of my eyes.

I hardly ever cried, it usually only happened whenever someone else got hurt. I once broke my leg falling from a tree, I yelled out in pain sure… but I never cried. It always took someone else to do it for me, and who could cause more turmoil in my heart then someone who occupied more than half of it.

I couldn’t stand it. I hugged her as hard as I could, trying to squeeze all the pain away. I couldn’t help it anymore; she was heartbroken, more than when she came home one night because her date had ditched her for another chick that had bigger breasts. She adjusted her body to accommodate, but everyone just thought she was stuffing her bra.

She didn’t change back till I told her that when you hug a flat chested girl it meant you were closer to her heart.

I retracted for a moment, lifted her chin with my hand, looking at her straight in the eyes and pleaded with her.

“Tell me how to help.”

I didn’t even ask her if she wanted help, I wouldn’t take no for an answer anyway.

“You can’t” she muttered looking away; I adjusted my head to catch her eyes again.

“I will”

I made her believe it too, determination shown through my eyes like a beacon. She searched my face for a sign before finally she silently approached my lips with her own.

And this time I pushed back towards her lips with my own, interlocking them as our hearts screamed out towards each other. It wasn’t a passionate kiss, but it felt a lot better than the last one. My mind raced with emotions, but they were finally subdued with a single thought.

I wanted this; I wanted her to be happy. And she started to realize that as she pushed farther trying to deepen the kiss.

After what felt like an eternity it broke, and she looked at me with her face flushed in red as she looked at me with longing in her eyes.

“I… want you, not too look at me as your sister” She asked… no pleaded of me. “Or as a unicorn from a TV show…. I want you to look at me as a woman, as someone who loves you with every single inch of her being.”

I could feel waves of emotion flowing towards me; her touch was electric as she opened her heart. This was it; the choice was here and now.

Be with her, or lose her completely. Not much of a choice really.

“I love you… so much… and all I want is for you to be happy Twi.” I cupped her head with my hands slowly brushing her dark hair. “And if that means I have to be your mate, then it would be my pleasure.”

“Promise?” She held out a pinkie towards me, I found the act… unexpected, but I laughed a little on the inside, before reaching out and grasping it with my own.

“Promise” I replied, she was instantly smiling as her tears fell some more. But I had a feeling that they were more of joy then of despair.

“Ohhhhhh this reminds me so much of that love story I read earlier!” she suddenly beamed out. “Oh what was it called…” by this point she had completely threw me off guard, and blushed a little from the realization. “ Oh… my bad”

I couldn’t help it, I busted out laughing.

“Well I’m glad you find it funny at least!” She scolded me obviously not finding nearly as hilarious

“Oh shut up you.” I replied grabbing her head and pulling her in for another kiss.

This one felt even better, while the last one felt rather mediocre despite the amounts of emotion behind it, this one felt… good. When it finally broke I could smell something off

It was her sex... she hadn’t finished what she was doing earlier, and I noticed something changing in Twilight, she was starting to become more confident, something that was rather uncommon in her. Suddenly she rolled over on top of me and whispered into my ear.

“If you really want me… “She brought her head back and looked directly into my eyes resting her forehead upon mine.

“Prove it.”

“W… what?!” I squirmed beneath her, suddenly her confidence disappeared in a flash and she was back to her original self.

“Oh… I’m sorry did I make you uncomfortable?” She asked concerned

“I… I was thrown a little off there.” I admitted, but there was something else, I kind of liked it. And after reading me a few seconds she noticed the arousal that was slowly building in my jeans.

She chuckled softly to herself “Oh! You did like it then? I thought you would, I figured you were a submissive type.” She halfway said to me, halfway observed to herself.

“What?” I asked as my blood started to rush as she slowly slid her hand down my body, rubbing my sides along the way, making me jump.

“Ah ah ah” she teased me, whispering into my ear as she used her other hand to hold me down. “You just lay there and keep quiet for now” then she nibbled my ear which sent electricity down my spine.

“Wha…” was about all I could utter as she started to blow my mind by just running her hand down my body.

“I’m using a spell that enhances senses, especially touch… that’s why this feels so good.” She giggled as her left ring finger softly glowed, it was her horn in her human form, and I could feel its energy running through my body.

My mind instantly went to the changelings, and how they could use magic to suck the love out of people. I shuddered at the thought and it broke me out of the trance.

“A… Are you sure that’s okay?” I asked quickly

“Should be…” Twilight replied “I use it on myself all the time when I get too aroused to contain myself.

The way she was being so honest with me about such a sensitive subject.

“But that’s enough talk” She whispered into my ear again, causing me to groan softly at the touch of her rubbing up against my body, I could feel her thighs resting upon mine, and she was eagerly rubbing her more private areas against the bulge in my pants.

This was so awkward, but I couldn’t help but enjoy it. I wasn’t sure if it was from her magic, or from it just being someone I was so close with, or from being in such a submissive position.

But I loved every minute of it.

I felt the magic in her finger increase slightly and I could feel the pressure in my pants ease as she slowly unbuckled my pants. She didn’t take them off all the way, just opened them up slightly. I wondered what she was doing before I gasped out as she adjusted her body slightly and slid her hand underneath my jeans.

Just having her hand down there made me feel like I was about to explode.

She slowly began to stroke me, slowly grasping my length and running it up and down; she put her whole body into it. It almost reminded me of having sex, but it was a little rough, and uncomfortable as hell with my clothes still on.

Twilight sensed my frustration as she stopped and brought her hand out from my jeans, and slowly without hiding it, started running her hand down her body, slipping it under a pair of lavender panties with a star in the middle.

“Would you like to go on?” she goaded me, taunting me to participate in this sensual act.

“Y… yes” I admitted softly with humiliation.

“Then be a good boy and take those pants off” She demanded and I reacted immediately, quickly removing my clothes while I was trapped under her small, delicious body.

It wasn’t until now that I realized how attractive she looked in her human form. She wasn’t too skinny, but was a healthy shade of slender, without signs of exercise or toning of the muscles. She looked natural as her hair flowed like silk on top of me brushing past my face as I quickly removed my clothes. Twilight wasn’t paying attention, focusing more on herself as she slowly rubbed her sex on top of me.

Finally after I was completely naked, Twilight giggled at me, not in a childish manner but with an evil smirk, like a cat playing with its prey.

“I just asked you to take you pants off… I didn’t ask you to take off all your clothes.” She looked with a sheepish grin as I realized my mistake. I was struck dumb by her observation and was blushing like crazy.

“That’s okay though I wanted to feel your skin rubbing up against mine.” She softly let out a moan as she took off her pink nightgown, revealing the rest of her body except for her most private areas. Her chest was still mostly flat, but I could tell her nipples were poking out, just begging to be touched.

She was driving me insane with desire.

She lowered herself onto my body, her skin was silky smooth, and electric to the touch, as she slowly rubbed her body against mine I could feel my body crying out in pleasure, but it wasn’t enough I wanted more.

“P…please” I muttered softly as she continued to ride me. She stopped after hearing my plea

“Yes? Would you like me to stop?” she teased, knowing full well that if I wanted her to stop I would have asked her long before now.

“No… I want m…. more.” I finally was able to drag the last word out from my embarrassed state, I felt ashamed to want this, but the shame just made me even hotter. The mere thought of having my member inside her was almost impossible to imagine.

“More?” she giggled as she had an evil gleam in her eyes. She was enjoying this, torturing me, driving me crazy. “More of what?”

“I… I want to… to…” I stammered, trying to bring the words out. Going mad with embarrassment

“To?” she whispered into my ear, driving the nail even further.

“I want to…. Make love to you.” Even such a simple line felt impossible to say, even though of all the words for what I was suggesting, making love was by far the cleanest.

“Do you want… to be inside me?” She questioned me, goading me even further.

“Y… yes…. Please” I pleaded with her.

“Since you asked so nicely I suppose I could accommodate your desires.” She smirked as she looked down at me before grasping my shaft again and slowly stoking it, causing me to push towards her as a reaction. I couldn’t help but moan from the pleasure.

“Hmm… It is rather big… and I think it would feel great inside me.” She taunted even more, trying to cause me to go insane from desire.

“P…please let me fuck you…” I finally was able to utter. If she continued I was going to climax in her hand.

“Oh my you must really want this if you are using such… vulgar language.” She teased even more, but I noticed something else. She slowly lifted herself off of me and released my rod from her grasp. I noticed the lack of attention immediately and was automatically unsatisfied. Which she noticed and took delight in my torture

“Patience you’ll get your reward soon enough.” She lifted herself off the bed and slowly, way to slow for my taste at the moment, took off her silk lavender panties.

The smell of her sex barraged my senses immediately, just from that I could tell how ready she was for this. She had been working herself towards an orgasm for the last thirty minutes at least, unable to satisfy herself. She licked her lips as she slowly straddled me again.

Suddenly I had a terrible thought

“U… um should we use protection?” I asked her, afraid that she would get upset for some reason
She giggled “no need, I adjusted my body plenty of times in the last few years. She slowly rubbed herself. “You couldn’t get me pregnant unless I wanted you too. I also made a few more adjustments. But I think you’ll find them out yourself.” She teased as she slowly lowered herself onto my rod, stopping right before I could feel her soft lips.

It felt like an execution, that as soon as I would enter her, that would be it. Game over.

But I didn’t care; I wanted it so badly at this point.

I slowly tried to raise myself into her.

“Ah now what did I say about moving?” She looked down at me with a demanding glare. “Lay there and let me have my fun.” I felt terrified but I couldn’t help by try to push into her, she held me down however, delaying my slice of heaven for even longer.

“Don’t worry; I’ll make sure you love it.” She leaned in and whimpered into my ear, as she pulled out she kissed me again, her lips dancing against mine felt amazing.

Distracted by her kisses she lowered herself onto my member pushing it past her lips. Immediately she cried into my mouth in pleasure of having my hard rod penetrate her soft folds. Just feeling the tip go in almost sent me over the edge. It was warm, and wrapping around my length as it slowly pushed inside.

A wave of pleasure washed throughout me, my muscles started to tense from the feeling of Twilight slowly pushing down on top of me. She was pushing me down with her hands, her head thrown back as she moaned in delight.

And we weren’t even halfway done yet.

Before I even realized it she had landed on my hips, taking my full girth inside of her. Between pants I looked up at her and was somehow able to say something coherent.

“I… this is a new experience for me...” She looked down at me with one eyebrow raised as she panted on top of me.

“Oh? She still had that devilish grin.

“What have you done this before?” I asked

She didn’t reply, instead she brought her face down to mine and caught my lips again with her own. While she had me distracted, she started to slowly lift herself off my length.

The pleasure drawn from that simple gesture caused my mind to go blank. It felt as if her sex was literally pulling on my rod as she slowly retracted. She pulled me about halfway out before slamming back down. Twilight couldn’t suppress a quite moan of delight as she started to slide on my rod.

I instinctively reached around her slim body with my arms for leverage; Twilight moved her hands from my chest and lowered her body onto mine. Laying on top of me as she continued to slide back and forth on me. Her nipples rubbed against my chest, slightly poking me from how hard they had become.

I instinctively started to pound into her, rocking our bodies back and forth in a fluid motion. Before long she started to increase her movements, her body started to tense up and her walls started to squeeze on my member even harder.
In one quick motion she sat upright and took my whole length inside her once again as she tilted her head back and squealed in a climax, I hadn’t even noticed that she was close. Her left hand was holding her body once again using my chest as a stand.

She looked down at me, her eyes full of emotion and desire.

“You’re not done yet are you?” she asked

I simply shaked my head at her, she laughed a little and swooped her head down again to meet mine. I dodged her kiss and nuzzled my head between her shoulder and her neck.

“Well that’s good, but I’m tired of doing all the work.” she declared

I responded by nibbling at her neck. She tensed and let out a small squeak in return.

“H...hey stop that I’m really sensitive right nowwwww” she drowned out as I started abusing her weakness. It wasn’t fair that she got to do all the work like she said, so I decided that I would start to take over.

Besides I wasn’t done yet…

Before she could react I rolled over on top of her. My length fell out of her soft lips as I did so. The outside air made me shiver a little from how cold it was. Now in a position of power I looked down at Twilight, my heart melted again from how adorable and fragile she looked below me, just seconds ago she was fearsome, powerful. Now she looked as adorable as a kitten.

She was still wearing a small smile on her face; she wrapped her arms around my head and dragged my head down to lock me in a kiss as she embraced me. Unlike the other kisses, this time I felt her tongue slip past my lips and started to play with mine. I wasn’t very good at returning the favor, but she didn’t seem to mind as she slowly locked her legs around mine and started pulling me back inside her.

I groaned as I slipped back inside her without even realizing what I was doing. She didn’t let go of my head so I grabbed her shoulders with my hands, using them as leverage as I pushed farther inside her. Finally she released the grasp on my lips but refused to move her arms as she pulled me farther inside her with her legs. I started to go faster, pushing in and out of her sticky folds, feeling the waves of pleasure stack upon each other as the muscles in my legs and waist started to tighten at the thought of release.

We were both uncontrollably moaning as I shoved my way in and out of her. Before long I felt the coming of my climax, Twilight was getting closer as well, if her tightening grip on my body meant that she was close. Before long I wasn’t able to hold myself anymore as I released all of my tension and felt myself climax on top of her, we held on to each other as she came as well. The grip we had on each other was so strong it felt like it couldn’t have been separated with a crowbar.
After the waves of passion had passed I felt exhausted, but more relaxed then I had been in months. I looked down and locked eyes with Twilight; we didn’t say anything as we just lost ourselves in each other. Our eyes shared our love for the other and we simply stared for what felt like forever before I knelt down to kiss her again. It was passionate, all the awkward restraints had been thrown away as I welcomed her embrace, she smelled like… of all things … lavender.

Finally spent and exhausted we broke this kiss; Twilight looked up at me, biting her lip.

“Umm… your still” She muttered as I realized that I was still inside her. I quickly pulled off and rolled off of her slim body. I laid myself down beside her and turned to face her. She turned to face me as well.

“Well that was amazing.” I groaned at her from my exhaustion

She smiled at me, and then looked at me with a sign of sincerity.

“I love you” she stated, she would have declared it in front of the world if she had to, not that I would make her.

“I love you too… so I have to ask.” I replied, she looked at me with a cocked eyebrow, asking me to continue.

“How long?” I asked, when she didn’t answer and looked down a little with shame I replied. “Never mind it doesn’t really matter.”

“About Five years now.” She answered slowly with a softly pained look.

“What?!” I replied upbeat, “Five years? Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“You’re kidding right” She flopped on her back to look at the ceiling, or more specifically through the sunroof to stargaze, I followed her gesture.

“We were living with mom and dad at the time; you really think it would have been smart to declare exactly how much I loved you then?” She continued

“I see your point…” I agreed, “Actually dad was the one who suggested that you weren’t just a little drunk and lonely.”

“What?! Dad knew or at least hinted towards that?” she turned at me accusingly “you didn’t tell him I kissed you did you?!” She demanded,

I turned to her immediately to comfort her. “Of course not, why would I tell him about this? Could you imagine how Mom would react?”

Not convinced she continued to question me “Then how did he know I had feelings for you?”

Didn’t think about that, I slapped myself in my imagination for being an idiot.

“What?”

“HOW did he know that I love you” she demanded trying to wrench the answer from my eyes. I sighed a little, thinking about how I would want to go about this. Finally I stepped up to the plate.

“It might be better if I showed you.” I got up to get the laptop, pausing before I left the bed to give Twilight a quick kiss on the cheeks.

“Do you want to come with me or should I bring the laptop?” I asked her, she looked at me with confusion written on her face.

“Why would…” She started to work it all out in her head. Suddenly she glared at me with pain while her eyes filled with water.

“Does everything I feel or do exist on that damn show?!” she cried out to me, causing me to jump a little as she caught me off guard, I immediately went back to her and held her as she buried her face into my shoulder.

I hadn’t planned on this, didn’t expect her to react after she took the full brunt of finding out she was a cartoon. Of course I wasn’t paying too much at the time since I was to numb from the shock myself. It occurred to me that she was already upset at the fact that she wasn’t really human. This was the trigger, and boy did it come at the wrong time.

Suddenly a thought occurred to me, something that was risky, but it might help.

“Not everything.” I stated, testing the water before taking the plunge.

She brought her head out from my shoulder, staring me right in the eye as I gently held her face in my hands as I softly brushed a tear away with my thumb.

“What?” she huffed at me with her cheeks puffed up.

“I’m not sure how you’re going to react to this, but…” I started before pausing, questioning myself if this was a good idea or not. “In the show, you have a brother.”

“I figured” she rolled her eyes at me.

“And he gets married, to some other lady.” She stared at me as if I just smacked her across the face, so I quickly continued.

“BUT I’m not your brother, we just grew up together.” I lifted a finger at her while I explained. “Plus I doubt that I’m going to marry an alicorn.”

“So you’re saying…” she mumbled softly before looking at me with hope gleaming in her eyes.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I smiled at her as she embraced me again.

Continuation

Waking up in the morning after a particularly stressful yet eye opening night is, in all honesty a bleak experience. Mixed with a slight hangover and in most cases one would prefer to just stay in bed, ignoring the rest of the world.

This was exactly what I had in mind, as I rolled over to put myself in a more comfortable position. This act however sealed my fate of having to wake up and get out of bed. There were two reasons for this.

One I was sleeping in my sister’s bed, who just happened to be a Unicorn from a cartoon show.

And two because Twilight wasn’t lying right next to me in said bed.

So I groaned as I lied there on the soft pillows that comforted my head, trying so very hard to just ignore the fact that I had committed horrible acts for just a few more hours. However my curiosity did eventually get the better of me.

I got up, stretched my arms out while giving a big yawn, rubbed my eyes to get the dust out and gazed at my surroundings.

Twilight’s room hadn’t changed, except for the fact that she was missing and there was a lingering smell of booze and sex.

The combination did not bode well for my stomach.

“Enough of that nonsense” I scolded myself “Get your lazy self off the bed and go look for Twilight.”

“You say something Trist?” Twilight yelled at me from the front room, both relieving me of my curiosity and at the same time filling me with a sense of dread that an inevitable dread that an unavoidable confrontation was at hand.
After removing my body from the mattress and putting a terrible excuse of an outfit on, I left the bedroom to embrace the world in my cold cynical grasp. Twilight was the first to greet me in my adventure as she sat on the couch in the living room, levitating a warm cup of green tea beside her while she browsed the laptop. Sitting down beside her I noticed another glass filled with that warm sweet nectar on the table calling out to me. I unconsciously thanked Twilight for being considerate. I could see that she wasn’t just looking at the laptop but also was browsing through a picture book next to her. It was filled with pictures from our childhood.

“Whatcha looking at Twi?” I started off the unavoidably awkward conversation.

“Memories.” She answered bluntly barely acknowledging my presence as she continued her work. I looked over her shoulder to see what she was looking at. Not to my surprise she was watching episodes of the show she came from.

“Comparing how you are in the show to how life is now?” I asked assuming that was indeed her intention.

“Of course, it’s intriguing to see yourself in different scenarios, different situations with different people and seeing how one would adapt.” She explained.

“So what your really doing is seeing if you ever fell in love, and if you could use that as a reference material to how you feel now?” I shot out my assumptions in the dark, seeing if I was correct and if I could erect a response. Perhaps not my greatest idea, but possibly worth the reward.

She shot me a dirty look, before turning back to her experiment.

“I suppose you could say that…” She muttered as she continued her work.

“Doesn’t that kind of you know, ruin the experience?” I continued not letting her escape the conversation.

“Do you mean that I should not look at the alternate reality that I came from that might help me figure out some of the problems I have with life?” She coldly replied

“Well when you put it that way.” I backed off trying not to start an argument since she wasn’t in the mood for debates.
She continued watching for a second, before closing the laptop and looking at me with a solemn apologetic look on her face.

“I’m sorry Trist, I’m being stern but with the new discoveries we found out in the last night it’s hard to be cheerful, well other than the part where I admitted that I loved you of course, taking that into consideration last night was one of the best nights of my life.” She apologized

“No harm done.” I accepted her apology not really in the mood to bicker; besides I could understand where she was coming from. At the moment I was having conflicts with myself as well. I was at the moment trying to separate Twilight from my family, trying to look at her as something other than my sibling. It was easier last night with the combination of her being in a human form, and the alcohol did dull my senses. However in her natural shape, it was next to impossible.

Part of me wanted to snuggle up next to her and comfort her, the other part just wanted to hang back.

“Would it be okay if I lay on your lap?” She asked as if she could read my mind. Perhaps she could? Who knew when it came to Twilight.

I blushed and at the same time was disgusted

“Sure, I suppose you can” my mouth betrayed me and while I wouldn’t admit it, part of me wanted to have that intimacy that we had the night before. It definitely wasn’t the same now though, as Twilight sprawled across my lap. Lying on her lap as she brought the memory book with her to continue having something to read.

It was uncomfortable, but if this relationship was ever going to be stable, I suppose I would have to get around it.

“So…” I muttered as I shifted uncomfortably as she adjusted her small from to sit in my lap. She felt more like a child in this position which in all honesty made me chuckle a little.

“So…” she replied smoothly with a hint of seduction in her voice, as if she planned on something to happen. Unfortunately she didn’t get the chance to do anything as out moment was interrupted by a knock on the door. She quickly shifted to her human shape and walked for the door. I was embarrassed because the mere act of her lying upon me, having the warmth of her body spread across my lap, brought back fond memories of the night before and I would have been lying if I didn’t admit that a touch of arousal had affected me.

So I quickly adjusted myself to look more presentable.

Twilight opened the door with a stern look upon her face that quickly changed to one of surprise as she quickly realized who the visitor was.

“Crystal! How great to see you please come in!” she beckoned the girl into the door, she was just as surprised as I was.

Crystal Zyne was an old classmate of ours. One of the few that we kept in contact with after we had graduated from our school. She was a quite girl and we never really got along until she met Twilight. She always had a way of making her come out of her quite almost unbreakable silence. After that we became great friends. She was like Twilight, a bookworm and a huge fan of anime. Unlike most of the kids in our school she never dyed her hair, but instead always had it put up in different styles. Every day it was unique and for the most part more bizarre than attractive. But upon examination one would find a pattern to her choices. They fit her mood for that day, sometimes she would have her hair let down and relaxed, which meant she wasn’t stressed out or just having a relaxing morning. Sometimes they would be in pigtails, which meant she was feeling daring and adventurous.

Today she was relaxed, and like always her hair gave it away.

“Good morning Twilight sorry for coming over in such short notice.” She answered Twilight before walking in; she greeted me with a smile. “Nice to see you as well Tristan.”

“Always a pleasure” I replied, slightly irritated but at the same time happy to see one of my old friends.
She sat down next to me and Twilight got her a glass of tea and we started making small talk, nothing ecstatic, just about life and whatever was going on at the time. It didn’t take long however to notice that something was different about us and she couldn’t resist the temptation to find out.

“So what’s up with you two?” she got straight to the point while leaning back with a smirk on her face.
Twilight looked at me with a slight blush on her face; in return I simply gave a nod, encouraging her to take charge.

“Well I finally opened up about how I felt.” Twilight whispered as she bowed her head in embarrassment.
Crystal gasped in excitement and quickly got up and rushed at Twilight, giving her a quick and sudden embrace.

“About time! I was starting to think you never would open up about that.” She turned her head giving me a quick glance before turning back to her victim.

“I’m assuming he returned the kindness?” She questioned

As if I would be sitting here if I didn’t.

“Of course though he was a bit reluctant at first.” Twilight simply answered while trying to avoid eye contact.

“Well of course he would! It’s quite an important event admitting that you love him and all.” Crystal practically beamed. “We need to go celebrate!”

“I’m not entirely sure why we should go celebrate, after all I did wake up not too long ago.” I peeped out, not exactly wanting to go anywhere with the headache I had.

“Oh hush you.” Crystal growled back in defiance. “We have to celebrate such an important event like this!”

“As much as I would love to go out today I’m quite busy, but I’m sure Tristan would love to go.” Twilight argued while trying to escape the death grip placed upon her. I made sure to give her a dirty look for throwing me into the fire like that. I don’t think she saw it, but she probably could imagine the scowl on my face.

“Well I suppose I can understand that, your work is pretty important after all.” Crystal stated as she released Twilight, I was slightly irked about the fact that she wouldn’t listen to my protests but didn’t even argue with Twilight.

“Fine where did you have in mind?” I surrendered giving myself up to the whims of a maniac.

Author's Note

Finally updated this damned story, and i'm still displeased with it, however I needed to get this part out of the way so i could focus on the more plot related chapters. so look at it as more of a filler chapter. I also wanted to add a minor character just to show that there was indeed a world going on in the story. With that in mind it's safe to say that Crystal is not a major character and won't have much point in the story. She's just there to keep the flow going in a sense. As for questions about the rest of the story, i think i'm going to focus more on story and there won't be much clop in the later chapters. It worked for the last chapter but with what I had in mind for future chapters there's not much room for it. With that in mind I know this isn't much but i hope you all enjoy this little tidbit. While it's more likely that most of you will be disgusted with it (I know I am but like i said, have to link the major chapters together somehow.) Expect more soon!

Confrontation

The dinner was delightful, as much as I didn’t want to admit it hanging out with Crystal was a nice relaxer to the recent events. Sure she asked me tons of questions about me and Twilight, but that was expected of her, since apparently she had known about the crush for a long time now. The diner we went to was a recent addition to the city. It brought a nice change to the regular dull living complexes that occupied for what felt like miles of land.

The coffee however was outrageous in price; thankfully Crystal offered to cover half of the cost.

Coffee wasn’t even that good anyway.

After a long evening of catching up however it was time to say goodnight and we went our separate ways. It was night now and the city light danced with the shadows of cars and people walking by. They felt like they taunting me in a mysterious way.

It wasn’t until I was nearly a block away from my flat that I noticed a bunch of shadowed figures surrounding the place. I felt threatened but for some reason I continued my approach.

“Hey what are you doing outside my house?!” I yelled at the shadows, unaware that they had been watching my approach for a while now; I also noticed that while I had been walking that the population of the once busy streets surrounding my house was suddenly void of all life.

Except for those mysterious figures.

I didn’t even notice when one of the figures that was keeping a lookout nearby had pulled out a rifle and was aimed straight for my head.

“Seriously can’t you guys get…” Was all I was able to utter until I felt a sharp pain in my neck and my vision faded to darkness.

Twilight was alone. Studying like she usually was. She had given up on trying connecting any similarities to her life with the show hours ago. She didn’t learn anything useful from it. Just things she already knew.

She was one of the most powerful Unicorns in existence, that wasn’t really new to her, she figured she had tremendous power, but didn’t bother to use it. There was no point, sure she could alter the world as she pleased but that would draw unwanted attention, which was something she liked to avoid.

It was around this time that she noticed something was wrong, that danger was approaching.

She normally would shake off this sense of dread, but this time it was strong and beckoning her to run, as fast as she could anywhere that got her away from here.

But she couldn’t just leave Tristan behind.

She loved him; he was the best thing that ever happened to her. There was no way she was just going to up and disappear without him.

Then she started feeling attracted to her room, that it was a place of sanctuary that would allow her to leave her worries behind. She wouldn’t even be far from Tristan; she would just be in her room.

And she did just that, as she approached her room and opened the door, she was blinded by a flash of intense light, it felt welcoming and warm.

She welcomed the light’s embrace.

I awoke in a dark room; I was bound to a chair my hands chained to a table in front of me. But no matter how hard I tried I could see nothing in front of me. I struggled for what felt like minutes, trying to escape my binds. Until a bright light suddenly appeared illuminating the table and a man on the opposite end. His face shrouded by darkness allowing me no access to what he looked like, other than the fact that he was bald.

Although at the moment I didn’t exactly want to know who the man was.

“Glad to see you are awake Mr. Sparkle” The man greeted with what felt like a welcoming and yet dangerous tone.
I didn’t answer immediately, afraid of what was going on I continued to struggle with my binds until I realized it was no use.

Finally seeing no other option I decided that I might as well answer him.

“Um hello?” Even in the face of danger I still wasn’t the greatest at making good first impressions, though at the moment I couldn’t have cared less.

“Would you like to know my name?” The shrouded man answered in the same dangerous yet strangely kind tone.

“Uh… not really if that’s okay you’re kind of freaking me out with the whole silhouette thing.” I replied, not entirely sure of my situation. My only thought was of escape, to return home to the safety of my warm comfy couch with Twilight lying beside me.

“That’s all right its better we keep this as brief as possible, but for the sake of simplicity you may call me Shroud.” He answered back a few moments after I stopped speaking as if he was reading off of a script.

“So mind explaining exactly what is going on here? And why I am chained to a table Shroud?” I demanded with a not so nice attitude, mostly because I was immediately not very fond of the man.

“Please call me Mr. Shroud if you would.” He answered calmly as if we would be friends if it wasn’t for the circumstances.

“Okay Mr. Shroud why am I here?” I obliged his request with a hint of sarcasm.

“You are here because we detected a large amount of Aradon radiation in your house.” Shroud answered without hesitation showing no signs of falsehood.

“I’m sorry Aradon?” As I had never heard of the name before I was confused about what the thing was and more importantly why it was inside my house.

“Yes Aradon” Shroud continued “It’s a rare energy that comes in what looks like a crystalline bone. It’s not surprising you haven’t heard of it before, since it’s an incredibly hazardous material found on comets far from our planet.

“Wait, so why is that in my house, and where is my sister?” I pleaded, just wanting this all to be a horribly bad dream and that I would wake up in my bed.

“Well actually Tristan, is it all right if I call you by your first name? Anyway we were wondering if you could tell us that.” Shroud continued with his smug tone offering security and danger on the hang of every word.

“I’m sorry but I have no idea what you are talking about, as for my sister she was last home when I left so I was hoping you would be able to tell me about that.” For some reason I felt like crying, like this man was shouting at me while smacking me in the face. I found it increasingly difficult to look at his shrouded face. Like the cover of darkness would release and I would be faced with some horrible monstrosity that only looked human.

“Perhaps you would know about the EQUA project?” Shroud adjusted his seat a little, giving him a sense of humanity yet keeping his being an air of mystery. However it calmed me down a little somehow. And I was glad for the relief.

“I’m sorry what?” I replied honestly more confused than anything at this point.

“It would be better for you to understand what the cause of the Aradon radiation was if you knew what its purpose, or what some little group that first discovered it used it for.” Shroud explained “That is if you’re willing to listen.”

“Well I don’t suppose I have a choice in the matter.” I answered with a bit of spite.

“You are correct, you don’t have a choice, don’t worry however it is a short tale.”

Many years ago, about thirty give or take a few, some scientists found this rare substance and decided to use it for their experiments. They were trying to create mythological creatures. However their attempts led in failure. That is until they found out how they could harvest the power of this alien material. Soon they started to make breakthroughs. Creating what some would call miracles. However what they failed to understand was just how much power these creatures, now alive and infused with Aradon, contained.

“Pardon me...” I interrupted trying to get a word in edgewise however Shroud would have none of it.

“Don’t interrupt Tristan I’m getting to the interesting part.”

However there was a problem you see, these creatures had no limits and if they were unleashed upon the world nobody
could stop them. Thankfully one of their members had informed the government to step in. And we quickly took steps to destroy the experiments.

“I’m sorry you did what now?” Tristan tried to follow with earnest but found most of the story confusing.

“I did nothing Tristan; I wasn't in this business at the time.” Shroud replied with his usual snakelike tone. I was starting to get a sense of fear, similar to when we had been told ghost stories to prank us as children. “Now let me finish.”

We thought we had destroyed everything. We killed all the scientists, destroyed all the equipment burned all the documents.

And most importantly destroyed the experiments. But apparently we didn’t get rid of everything.

“How do you figure?” I asked, disgusted but intrigued.

“I have to admit I appreciate it when you add to the conversation instead of bluntly interrupting like an idiot. Definitely suits you, try to do it more often Tristan.” Shroud answered with a slight hint of praise. However at the time it sounded more like he was insulting me. He didn’t give me time to react however as he continued his story.

Obviously the scientists before completing the project wanted to test out how the experiments would react when set in civilization. So they recklessly sent out a few to see if they were able to interact without causing panic.

“So why did you, well your organization have to kill them then if they could interact peacefully with society?” I questioned starting to connect some of the pieces together but still confused about the problem. One question was answered however, if these people had no problem killing plenty of scientists, they would have no issue taking out a simple civilian.

“I’m glad you are able to separate myself from my business, it will make our conversation much easier Tristan. After all I am no killer, and hopefully never half to perform that act.” Shroud exclaimed almost glad that he was able to be viewed as somewhat human. I didn’t feel safe however.

Well obviously the experiment worked we else’s there would have been reports. We could try but we can’t hide everything from the public. But people never found out thankfully. What boggles my mind is that they didn’t notice the pegasi; it’s hard to hide a malformed horse with wings.

“I’m sorry what?” my world stopped, with that simple line my threat of danger increased skyward. Now it wasn’t involving just my life anymore.

It involved Twilight’s.

“I’m sure you’ve heard of pegasi before Tristan. It wasn’t just them either, it sounds ridiculous I know but these people were also creating unicorns and other talking horses.”

“That, well that just sounds silly” I laughed it off trying to hide my newfound awareness of the situation I thought we were talking about I don’t know alien life forms or something angels or something.”

“Well you never know about scientists, I personally found the whole idea ridiculous. I mean these men and women had the ability to create life, to be their own gods. And not like a farmer does with breeding two cows together, to actually create life.” He paused to bask in the glory of the idea. “The possibilities are just, amazing.”

But that is where our stories end I’m afraid, obviously some of the experiments still existed and we can’t find all of them, so we started looking for them. We had some successes but few, maybe the scientists had a program built into their genetics, one that made them flee when they knew they were being looked for. They always knew who we were when we finally caught them. Thankfully we had some help, some inventions we crafted after a while. Usually ones involving sensing Aradon.

“So there’s one of these things in my house?” it didn’t feel right, calling them things, Twilight wasn’t a thing, the way he treated these things like animals was disgusting.

Twilight wasn’t an animal

But if I made it sound like I didn’t know anything about this, maybe they would let me go.

And I could warn Twilight

“It seems so, it was hard to pinpoint it but we finally pinned it down to your house. You might not have even known. It wouldn’t be the first time that one of them was simply invisible. In all Honesty I think you’re innocent.” Shroud chuckled lightly to himself.

“Innocent?” I yipped a little with glee on the inside. My hopes of release were coming to me, right in front of me.

“Yep so innocent that I think we’re just going to let you go on home. Obviously we have to come with you at first, to find the experiment, but after that life can go back to normal, for you and your sister.”

My world stopped.

Departure

We never found Twilight

After the end of the conversation Shroud handed me a drink, I was reluctant at first, certain that it was drugged; it might have been some truth serum. I didn't really have a choice in the matter.

I drank it, my world faded to black again.

I woke up in front of my house, in arms with two other people; they were dressed in black, their faces covered.

I asked if Shroud was with us, they laughed and told me not to worry about it.

We searched the house, they couldn’t find her, neither could I.

They brought out weird devices, radars from the look of them. They couldn’t find anything.

If there was one thing I was glad of, it was the fact that there were no pictures of Twilight in her unicorn form.

They asked me where my sister was, I told them she was supposed to be here. When they asked me where she might be, I told them where she hung out at.

The local library a few theaters and restaurants we went out to on occasion, and a night club. They made a few calls, we waited a few minutes, and their phone rang.

No sign or trace.

She just disappeared.

They told me to call my parents, I did without hesitation.

“Tristan?” My father groaned as he answered the phone, it was dark outside and I had no idea of the time but it was probably early morning.

“Dad, Sis is gone.”

The reaction was of course not the greatest. The men told me not to mention anything about them, but I could tell from my father’s reaction that he heard them.

He didn't say anything about Twilight being a unicorn.

He said he would be over in the morning.

After what felt like ages they gave up and started packing up. Said how they would be keeping an eye out, suggested I call the cops about finding my sister, told me how to contact them when I found her.

“I will do just that, I want to make sure she is cleared innocent as soon as possible.” How far from the truth that statement was.

I didn’t call anyone until they left. Then I called Crystal, she worked third shift so she would be up at this time. Looking at the clock she would actually be getting off work.

She didn’t take the news well either.

Crystal came over, spent some time until my parents got there. I told them about how I came home and she was just gone.

How I waited for hours and got curious so I started looking around and I never found her.

I didn’t mention the shrouded people.

Crystal didn’t know but my parents could guess, they were smart people. They had feared about something like this for years.

We called the police, they searched the house for prints but there was no sign of intrusion or of a struggle. There wasn’t much they could do, but they promised me they would find her.

I knew they were lying.

She didn’t get taken, she left.

If anyone could leave without leaving a trace.

It was Twilight.

We were created in a lab, experiments for some unknown reason. We didn’t know how we came to be we just did.

One day some people came and killed our creators, in a last effort they released us, even though we were failed experiments.

But there were some benefits that they hadn’t considered.

We could change how we looked, probably a prototype to making us look exactly how they wanted.

We knew that the people invading were a danger, so we changed our form to our attackers, and when no one was looking we left.

I remember the smell of sulfer, the sounds of gunfire and the torment of our creators.

We didn't know who we were, what our purpose was, but we knew some things.

We knew hunger

And we knew survival

But most important, we knew that we were empty, and that all we wanted most was emotion.

We learned the rest of it ourselves. Like how we could extract emotion from people, it was on accident one day some random lady walked past one of us, recognized us as a lost love and was overjoyed with love.

Tasty delicious love.

It smelled like a warm sunny day out in a meadow.

Then we knew how to feast, and then we knew how to extract our food from hosts.

So after that we formed our own group, we would find a target, it worked best with people who lost ones that were close to them. We would study how the person was lost, make up a story, send one of us to that person and they would live with that host till they sucked them dry. Then that one would come back and the cycle would continue.

But no matter how much we tried we could never feel our own emotions. All we had were the tastes from our hosts, fragments of memories. We knew what it was supposed to feel like but we could never feel it.

We felt empty

Like shells of life

Probably smell like a graveyard

If we did have feeling we would probably be disgusted with ourselves.

But we didn’t really care

We didn’t have names either, so we went with the name our host at the time wanted us to be.

At the moment I was Chase Sparkle, the son of Tristan Sparkle, some old man who got married and had one son.
He smelled of secrets, and sadness, both of which smelt somewhat like wet books. As if it was raining inside a library.

A very weird smell to say the least.

I wasn’t his son of course, but it had been years since the old man had contact with either his wife or his son.

Maybe they left him, maybe they were dead.

We knew the son wasn’t in the country, so we didn’t care. We made up my background, and how I was supposed to do my job.

I smelt like peppermint.

And I went to his door; he greeted me with joy in his eyes.

Delicious joy, that smelt like candy

I told him about how I had been working for a company, and how the company crashed and I had nowhere else to go. So I moved back so I could live with him.

He was more than happy to accommodate me.

And so I was left in his care, and every day I sucked him dry of all the joy and love he gave me. He never mentioned the wife.
Not like I cared.

His house smelt like herbal tea.

Then the draining started to kill him, after five years of plentiful feasting, and some fond memories, Tristan was on his deathbed.

It was time to finish him off and move on, best to see the old man off before I go.

I walked to his room at the hospital he was staying at. One of the nurses took me to his room. She left me alone with him afterwards, and as she left I could taste the sadness in her eyes. How it smelt like rain around her.

It wouldn't be long now. The stench of death was overlapping the rain.

“Hey dad.” I said to him, he looked like a living corpse at the moment, the doctor’s said it was cancer. He woke up and looked at me without a care in the world. His son was here, so he was happy.

“Hey son!” He gleefully sat up to talk to me, and started coughing uncontrollably. A dash of flowers accompanied the death.

We talked for a little, nothing interesting, about how the nurses were taking good care of him. He asked if I was eating well, I told him not to worry about it.

I wasn’t exactly sure what to say, I hadn’t been part of a death bond before.

I decided to bring up some emotion, recently the well had been running dry, and I was feeling hungry. Plus the smell of death was getting to me.

“I miss mom, I wish she could be here with us.”

And then I realized my mistake. At that moment his eyes flashed with a color of green, usually it meant that we were enforcing our bond. Sometimes that was necessary to keep a bond going, sometimes people had fights. But that was one of the good things about dad, we never fought or anything like that.

He was a good father.

But when the eyes flashed like that, without our influence it meant one thing, one thing that was considered the worst thing to ever happen to one of us.

Our bond had been broken.

I decided to play it cool.

“Dad?” I couldn’t hide the fear in my voice.

“My son has been dead for twenty years.” Dad muttered as he looked away from me towards the window at the setting sun outside. I followed his gaze.

The setting sun was strangely beautiful. I figured it must have been the medication.

“What do you mean?” I asked after a minute of silence.

“He’s been dead for twenty years. He left me with his mother, never said a word after that, one day she called me, and said he was dead, that was it nothing more, no apologies or anything. She didn’t even let me say anything back.”

It wasn’t just the medication. I edged towards the door.

“I never knew what went wrong, I tried to be the perfect dad, I gave them a wonderful house, plenty of things to make them happy. But she didn’t want any of it; she wanted me to show how much I loved her in more ways than just gifts. She never really knew me, couldn’t really read me. So one day she left with a younger man. She took Chase with her. And the only time I ever heard of them after that was when she told me he was dead.”

I tried to reestablish the bond, maybe I could make this work.

“I’m not dead dad… I’m right here. I left mom and I came back to you.”

He didn’t turn his gaze from the window.

“I always tried to find out what I did wrong, I couldn’t live with myself after that, I started drinking, heavily but nothing answered my question, never stopped the pain. So one day…”

Realizing that my bond hadn’t been fixed I started heading for the door again, his voice stopped me.

“So one day I created a fantasy world, just so I could keep going. I imagined that everything wasn’t horrible, that it went the way it was supposed to be. It wasn’t hard; I looked online and found a guide to how to make Tulpas, imaginary friends in a sense, you could interact with because they were fragments of your consciousness. But I never could make my son; every time I tried it would just end in failure.”

I was at the door ready to make a run for it.

“And then you came along…”

I stopped, it was a stupid idea but for some reason

I stopped

“I thought I had finally done it, I recreated my son in my mind, and I was more than happy. I knew it was a lie that my son was dead, but I could pretend.”

I turned around and looked at him; He was staring at me, right through my disguise towards my true self.

“I had hints that you were real, that you were something that wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. My mind jumped to conclusions, at first I thought you were a succubus sent to drain my soul, but that wasn’t it. If that was the case you would have been my wife. So then I knew exactly what you were.”

He turned away to look back at the sun.

“A changeling.” He said with a quite raspy voice.

The name had sentimental value to me, I had never heard of the word before, but it felt right. We had pondered many times what we were. We as well had checked mythology and for a while we did go under the name of demons.

“But I didn’t care, I knew the risks, and the threats, but I didn’t care.”

I started walking back towards his bed; he didn’t turn to look at me again.

“I was just…”

I stood next to him, and for a change I said something back.

“What?”

“Happy.”

I was shocked, there dad was, knowing that I was killing him but he didn’t care, what was wrong with this guy?”

“Happy?” I asked in disbelief.

“Happy that someone, even unintentionally… was granting my last wish.”

He stopped talking after that, he didn’t look back at me, I… didn’t know what to say, there wasn’t really anything I could say.
But there was something I was starting to feel.

Was I getting sick? I wasn’t sure

“Is… Is it okay?” I said uncontrollably I started to shake.

“Is what okay?” he answered as dad turned to look at me, with a smile on his face, his eyes gleaming with joy.

I didn’t even care for some reason. For once in my life, it actually sickened me.

“Is it okay… if I still call you dad?”

What was I doing? Was I going crazy? I should have left by now, he would have died soon enough anyway, I should have gone back to the others. They would be waiting for me so I could move on to my next target.

What in the hell was I doing.

Why did my chest feel like it was about to explode.

Why for the first time in my life did I feel like I was about to cry.

Dad looked at me; he blinked his eyes, shed a single tear and nodded his head slowly.

“Yes son”

And then he died.

I saw the life fade from his eyes. His pulse went dead and he fell back into his bed, the nurses ran in. They pulled of defibulator units and tried to revive him.

He wasn’t coming back

He was gone

The man I had spent five years with

My dad…

Was dead.

And then something unexpected happened.

I saw a large amount of love appear in front of me, a humongous amount that never happened before.
It was a last desire, perhaps the most delicious emotion that a host could ever supply. It only happened on a death bond. When the host died while still linked to one of us, they were said to be the most delicious thing that ever happened. And the best part was, they could be stored, contained into a crystalline form and saved for later occasion.

I had been anticipating for this for the last few weeks, it would be my first ever taste. We got the first ones, after that we would give them to the group.

I couldn’t bring myself to eat it.

What was wrong with me, I must have been sick, there was no other excuse.
And how did I get the last desire to begin with? The bond was broken, it shouldn’t have happened.
None of the nurses saw me condense it into a heart and put it in my pocket. Nor did they see me leave the room.

I went home, not to the others.

I went to my Dad’s home.

My home.

Back when we were leaving the lab, one of us found some information about our creators and some of the fellow experiments.

Besides us there were the alphas, and one other project.

The home world

Equestria

Our creators made an alternate dimension using some strange material that bended the rules of time and the universe. That could make things change without reason. They made a world for the alphas, so that one day when the world was ready they could introduce it to the people, and they could go there if they wished.

We didn’t go to that dimension, we knew that there were multiples ways there, but there was no point for us to go there. We needed people to survive, and we had no idea if we could find food there. So we never left.

But we knew some of the alphas survived and that some of them went through. I knew of one.

Dad had a sister, he never told his son about him, or his wife. But in the last few weeks he talked to me about her. About how she was a mystical being, who looked sort of like a cartoon horse, but could do magic. How one day he was interrogated by a mysterious group who was hunting these beings and that thankfully they never found her, but she never came back.

He talked about how much he missed her.

How just once he wanted to see her again.

It didn’t take much to put the pieces together.

I walked through the door to my house, and I started searching for a gateway. I knew there was one in this city. We mapped them out a long time ago. I was startled when I found one in the guest bedroom. Dad told me once that it was actually
Twilight’s bedroom before she disappeared.

How ironic.

It was now that I noticed liquid on my cheeks.

I was crying, I wasn’t sure how, didn’t even know I could cry, none of us had before.

But I knew what I had to do

I would fulfill dad’s wish.

I got out a piece of paper, pulled out a pen and started writing.

I wrote of the five years I spent with dad, of our time together, of the things we did.

I wrote about who I really was, and how I wasn’t really his son.

But I was now.

I wrote of his last moments, and how I wanted to send his last desires to Twilight.

I attached it to the heart, it beated in my hands with warmth. I wasn’t hungry, for the first time in my life.

I didn’t want to eat the heart.

I found the gateway, and opened it with my horn.

The doorway shone with light.

It blinded me

I pushed the note and the heart through.

Then I closed the portal, walked out of the room, packed my things and left.

Before I closed the front door behind me as I walked out to the street I stopped and for a moment looked at the house behind me. I saw the green couch that father always loved to lie on. The television hooked up to the wall, and some cups on the table that were sometimes filled with tea in the morning.

“Goodbye father.” I whispered

Author's Note

And here is our Sad chapter, why? because the sad tag.

You may have noticed a different style of writing in this chapter. This is not because someone else is writing the story or anything but because it helps produce a feeling of depression. When your upset and depressed you don't explain much about your life, things just turn into a dull gray. That's what Tristan feels without Twilight.

Not immediately at first (he's more sad and worried the depressed) but eventually it does water down into this dull view. The story if you noticed is written in past tense which means that Tristan was writing this from the future. He is supposed to be writing this years after Twilight has left him, but before he moves on with his life. So he has a very dull gray outlook.

So then we cut foward to Chase Sparkle

I never was as fascinated with changelings like most bronies are for some reason but i had this scene stapled to my mind it just felt like it was nessicary

It's short, there's not enough detail about Chase and this chapter over all just feels short

But that's the thing with Changelings (they aren't supposed to be very detailed, since if they had their own personalities it would kind of blow their disguise.)

So in lack of detail of character i added detail of the setting, after all if there wasn't much to you why not pay attention to everything around you?

regardless i'm not proud but at the same time i am

Also we are getting near the end of our story!

Discovery

I came home from work exhausted, ready to flop onto the couch, turn on the television, and crash for the night.

I fumbled through the keys in my hand, looking for the correct one to unlock the door blocking me from my personal haven. Finally I picked the right one, shoved it in the slot, twisted and pulled.

The door opened slowly, making a sharp squeaking noise as I quickly slipped inside my apartment. I took of my shoes by the door, leaving them I slowly inhaled and took a long look at the room in front of me.

A rather large TV laid against the wall opposite of me, it was turned off, which was expected since it was four in the morning. In front of that was the small little coffee table we used, it was made of a dark wood, not entirely sure what kind precisely. It wasn't really interesting, it just looked nice so who cares about the specifics. Then I spotted the dark green couch that would be my temporary den of rest. I quickly hopped over the back of it, and falling into the soft awaited impact, grabbed the remote and flipped the TV on.

Twilight was already in bed, I could tell from the lights being off when I walked in. We decided to stay together at my new apartment, not very many others in the family even knew about her, which is probably for the best. Most of them really wouldn't understand.

She was hardly even let out of the house until she found out how to transform herself to look like a human, and that was around 8 years old, or at least that’s how old I was. Even so she decided that, of all the people she wanted to live with, she wanted to live with me. Her big brother, in a sense. Obviously I wasn’t her brother biologically. I was a human and her, a lavender unicorn that came out of nowhere. It still boggled my mind from what pocket or dimension of the universe she popped up from. I believed in aliens, obviously because I was living with a mythological creature.

Of course since she’s real she wouldn’t really be considered a myth, maybe unicorns really did exist on this planet, who knew in this strange world of ours.

The phone rang from the coffee table, I picked it up and held it up to my ear as I flipped through the channels with a tired moan escaping my mouth “Yeah?” This early in the morning you didn't get pleasantries.

“Trist? It’s me.”

My father, we sort of lost touch after I moved away from my parents. It took a while of course. I remember when they would call me constantly, making sure I was okay, or if I was eating right. My dad was more reasonable and didn’t pester me about such trivial things. I had a steady job, great friends, I knew how to cook, and I was more than fine. I was great! I was providing for myself and someone else as well. Not that she needed to be cared for. She was more then able to function in the human world. In fact she was unnaturally smart, of course there wasn't much that was natural about her. In fact with the amount of money we made combined, we didn't have to live in an apartment, we could live in our very own house, and what a house it would be!

Made me wonder why we were still living in an apartment. I guess we just preferred it here.

“Yeah dad?” I replied. I could hear my mother crying in the background, she was really the more emotional of the two, though my dad was definitely not the stereotypical “man of the house”. I might have been built like my father, green eyes and dirty blonde hair, but i acted more like my mother. Whether that was a good thing or not was undecided.

“It’s about time we told you about something.” He replied, a tone of worry, possibly regret in his voice. He usually sounded like this when he was about to open up about something he didn't feel comfortable about. I took a deep breath in preparation, if he wasn't happy to talk about it, i'm sure i would be less happy about hearing it.

“We were going to tell you earlier, years earlier in fact, but we never knew how you would take it. But, we decided now’s the time to tell you the truth.”

“The truth?” I replied with confusion in my voice. I wondered what they were talking about. Obviously it must be important to call at such an unnatural hour.

Suddenly I heard the phone being grabbed as my father surrendered the phone.

“Yes dearie the truth, but before we tell you anything, you have to promise me that you will still always love Twilight, no matter what.”

Like usual, mother was freaking out about something, it didn't change my mood however. She stressed out about a multitude of subjects, especially ones involving me. Thankfully i didn't inherit that trait.

“Mom?” I replied, “What’s going on? What did she do kill someone?” I mocked teasingly, it usually helped calm her down whenever she was like this.

“THIS IS NOT A LAUGHING MATTER!” She yelled into the phone, I could hear my father in the background calming her down. “I’m sorry, just please promise me?”

“Erm okay… I promise.” I reassured her, why would I hate Twilight anyway? The sudden outburst made me reconsider the situation. Perhaps this was actually really important, but what could it be? And why didn't they tell me earlier?

My mother handed the phone back to my dad, who calmly grabbed it took a deep breath and continued.

“Well son you see…” I heard him sigh as he tried to find the words in his heart. “Twilight is as you know obviously not human.”

“Well yeah obviously” I replied sarcastically

“And you know that Unicorns are considered to be a myth, but you’re living with one right now.”

“I think we talked about this before Dad.” I remember back when I was little and my parents had to convince me that I did “not” have an imaginary friend. At first I thought that it was totally common, until I was badgered about it constantly at school. Needless to say I started claiming Twi's nonexistence almost immediately after starting school.

“Well that’s because…” Another sigh “you see she’s not from this world, or perhaps even this universe.”

“What do you mean?” I replied

“She’s, well she’s a character… from a Television Show… A cartoon.”

I tried to stifle a laugh.

“Your pulling my strings right? There is no way that she’s a TV character, I mean come on she’s literally in the next room. Cartoon characters do not exist in real life unless it’s a cosplayer, or a robot.”

Cosplaying was a common occurrence to me. it was one of my parent's guilty pleasures, and when you had a unicorn for a sister, well let's just say that we had some of the best costumes. Too bad sometimes they weren't really costumes. It was really a blessing that Twilight had started learning about the human biology so she could morph herself to look like a human. I still don't understand how she learned so much in such a little time.

When i was learning how to write in cursive, Twilight was learning about the mysteries of the human biology.

Not that it's a contest or anything. I'd totally win if it was though.

“I’m not kidding. I’m not sure if I would like to be or not.”

He had a hint of sadness in his voice.

“I didn’t believe it myself either when I first found her, neither did your mother… but it’s true, she’s from a show called My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, the last generation of the series, before people decided to just give up on it entirely. There are still plenty of fans to go around sure, me and your mother are part of them, but there wasn't any money to be made. I could send you a link if you need any more proof.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, before my father even suggested it, I had opened my laptop and searched around for what he was talking about. Sure enough I found it, and right smack dab in the center of a group of ponies and unicorns and Pegasus. Was my sister

Twilight Sparkle.

And my parents were fans.