The Adventures of Princess Malum

One early morning with the sun had just come up, and Big Mac was keeping himself busy, he spent his time apple-bucking smacking his thick red-coated legs into the apple trees that surrounded him. Thump, thump, thump the mindless work of pounding his hooves into apple trees and sending the fruit raining down into the baskets below, then he would throw the apples into the giant wagon strapped to his back to be stored in the barn. He repeated this action for what had to be hours that morning, and he’s been at his work for several days now. All of this was important as it was applebucking season, it was their harvest of the apple orchard, and for two ponies himself and Applejack, it was a lot of work. But he was proud of it, and it made him happy when they cleared every apple from every tree, and with such a bountiful harvest came the bits to help keep this place running. Big Mac took a moment to wipe the sweat from his brow, reminiscing a little over the past week as it’s been several days since the events of the Golden Apple Celebration, and Big Macintosh was trying his best to keep his mind off of those events. The fear of being Equestira’s protector had made him too nervous and too unsure of himself to confront Twilight regarding the strange jewel he found and what it meant for him to be Princess Malum. On top of that, he wasn’t sure how; when to process what was happening to his body and mind. There were so many questions going through his head, but he was also somewhat scared of the answers he would receive.

“I don’t want to be rude, but I think it’s about time we talked?”

The voice that went through Big Mac’s head wasn’t new to him as it’s been trying to get his attention since they defeated Nightmare Moon together. Over time, he came to the realization that what happened to him wasn’t a dream. Whoever the voice was, Princess Malum or Apple Ale, it was about time he figured out who this spirit was and what it wanted. He looked around the apple orchard, making sure nopony else was around. The last thing he needed was Applejack or Granny Smith thinking he was going crazy. Seeing that he was alone, there was one question that he wanted to ask for a while, and he asked rather sternly, “Ok, who are you?”

“It’s complicated; in my final battle with Nightmare Moon, Apple Ale’s body was destroyed, and her soul was absorbed into the amethyst around your neck. Princess Malum was indeed its own spiritual entity, the protector of the earth pony race. But she and I melded together, and now we are one.

Big Mac paused with his heart thumping in his chest. Is this crazy? How can the spirits of two ponies be one? He knew nothing about magic, even if this was just him going crazy, which wasn’t out of the question. The stallion cleared his throat and asked, “Really? So your Apple Ale and princess Malum?

“Yes, that is true; we know that a lot’s happened, but that’s the best way I can describe what happened to me after I died.”

The stallion was still confused, but now a bit horrified seeing that Apple Ale was killed while performing her duties as Princess Malum? And if so, does that mean he is destined to die as well? Big Mac needed to know more about this spirit, so he asked, “So? I have to ask are we related in any way?”

“I had a brother...and he had foals; they were still young when I died. You’re probably one of his descendants.”

“Ok, that makes sense,” Big Mac muttered as he nodded his head. He guessed that was probably the case. From what the stallion read in the comics, she did have a brother who helped her run her tavern while she was out battling monsters and saving Equestria. In the last few panels, he was in Apple Ale found out her sister-in-law was pregnant. So far, everything she said was accurate; he felt that the spirit wasn’t lying to him.

“Yes, you look a lot like him, but my brother and I were twins...though I was born a few minutes before him. Anyways I do believe that’s why we’re connected; it’s why we bonded so well together.”

Big Mac paused as he wanted to know if he had to be the vessel and asked, “so...you can’t bond with any other pony? Nightmare Moon said something about that?”

I could, but...I have this urge to stick with you, and the amulet seems to prefer earth ponies, but I do transform you into a mare. So I can see that if you wish to give me to another vessel, that is your choice.

Big Mac paused as he sighed; he was hoping for a simple yes or no. His gender transformation was painful and was annoying, but it was something that he was getting used to. But a question was nagging in his mind, why did the spirit choose him? The stallion then asked, “it’s fine, I’m just...unsure if I’m the right choice?”

I think you doubt yourself way too much, and I believe you are the perfect vessel; the more compatible we are, the more powerful we are. If the vessel I’m with fights me or thinks it can use my power without my help, I fear that pony will only get in the way.

Big Mac blinked upon this realization; pegasi and unicorns who were already experts in flying or using magic would indeed go off what they’ve learned throughout their life. While he is like a newborn foal trying to learn and cope with his transformed body and how it works, it made sense that he can utilize his alicorn form and learn to understand it as the spirit utilizes it. Despite being deep within a conversation in his mind, the stallion slowly trotted over to another apple tree with the intention to continue bucking as he said, “So what you said it’s true it's more about willpower than anything else...But I’ve doubted myself all night. I think even in that department, I’m not the one.”

I disagree, you went out and fought Nightmare Moon, and you did it knowing full well you could be killed. Again, you only doubt yourself because you lack the knowledge of using a horn or wings. In reality, you used my powers in ways I didn’t even really think of. Trust me, when I teach you everything about this body, you’ll be that more ready if Nightmare Moon sends her minions or if she returns.

Big Mac mulled over what the spirit told him as he slammed his back hooves into another apple tree with a loud thump. The stallion watched the apples falling into the baskets below, taking a moment to think, feeling unsure of what to say in response. He wanted to be the vessel of Princess Malum; it was an honor and a privilege. But at the same time, he had so many duties running Sweet Apple Acres on top of still doubting he was the right pony for the job. Big Mac decided not to immediately answer as he went about pouring the apples he bucked into the wagon behind him. He then responded, “I’ll think about it; it just give me some time.”

Alright, but don’t think too long Nightmare Moon can never be defeated, and she is bound to return or have one of her minions attacks.

“As I said, I’ll think about it,” Big Mac grumbled rather irritably; he didn’t need to be reminded that the fate of Equestria hung on the balance in his decision. He then slowly trotted off across an apple orchard. The bulky red-coated stallion had sweat pouring down his brow. Despite being exhausted, he was rather proud of himself for all the work he’s done. So he endured the pain and carried his wagon full of apples to the barn for storage, taking his time to dump the apples into barrels and sealing them to be sold or made into cider at a later date. After ensuring every apple was packed away, Big Mac’s stomach grumbled; he realized he was rather hungry and trotted off towards his house to get some breakfast. When he went into the kitchen, he was hit by a waft of aroma hitting his nostrils with the scents of apple and cinnamon, along with the sweet smell of coffee mixed in as well. Big Mac slowly trotted into the simple dining room and plopped his giant rump on a creaky wooden chair. There he saw Applejack was busy flipping pancakes and poured two mugs of coffee. Big Mac was feeling somewhat relieved that his sister was cooking, as he was really too exhausted at the moment. He laid back in his chair, just taking a moment to breathe in the sweet aromas that flowed from the kitchen.

“Mornin’ loverboy,” Applejack teased as she trotted over and plopped a platter of pancakes on the table.

The stallion just rolled his eyes being rather annoyed that Applejack was still teasing him about their night out in the woods as if that was any of her business. Big Mac started to take some of the pancakes from the platter as he grumbled, “Twilight and I didn’t do anything last night if that’s what you’re suggesting?”

The farm mare chuckled, “oh yeah, that’s why I found you two in the Everfree Forest while Nightmare Moon and Princess Applebutt were fighting each other?”

Big Mac glared at her; he seemed to be more pissed off than usual, not knowing for sure if Princess Malum’s spirit was controlling him when he suddenly snapped, “It’s princess Malum nor princess Applebutt!”

“Ok, princess Malum or whatever, seriously, where were you during the Golden Apple Celebration? You even missed Celestia’s appearance and speech before everything went sideways?” Applejack asked in a suspicious tone as she gave her brother some apple cinnamon pancakes with some coffee.

The stallion wasn’t sure of what to say; he was just looking upward with an unsure expression on his face. There was no way he could tell his sister the truth, right? He wanted too badly, but he wasn’t sure what to say to make things make sense.

“Um...I….um was...yeah Twilight and I were making out….” Big Mac mumbled with his cheeks flushing pink he couldn’t believe he just said that out loud, but it was the best excuse he could come up with.

Applejack just stood there with a blank face, then suddenly burst into laughter; she then trotted over and ruffled his mane. “I knew it; come on, I ain’t mad, just surprised is all.”

Big Mac just lowered his head, being too embarrassed to say anything in response. The farm mare then sat across from her brother as she started to dig into her breakfast and continued, “that Twilight is pretty sweet; she even gave me a ticket to the grand galloping gala the other day.”

The red-coated stallion looked up, somewhat surprised at the news, and exclaimed, “Seriously!? the Grand Galloping Gala!?”

“She’s penpals with Princess Celestia or something’ like that,” Applejack explained rather casually as she took a sip of her coffee. “Now, I can go and sell them hoity-toity folk some good old fashion baking and make a killin’.”

Big Mac gave a slight nod as he finished his breakfast, scooping up the rest of the pancakes and drowning his coffee. Big Mac was lost in thought as he ate his pancakes and drained a mug of coffee. The stallion was still somewhat surprised Applejack of all ponies received an invite to the biggest party in Equestria.

I’m not surprised; Princess Celestia invites all kinds of strange ponies to that stupid party. I know her too well; most likely, she just wants to see the nobles squirm at the uncouth behavior of her personal guests.

Big Mac chuckled at Apple Ale’s comment; in truth, he didn’t know anything about the princess but just learning that small fact made him want to know Princess Celestia even more now. He then looked over at his sister and noticed she was rubbing her forehead as if trying to soothe a headache. The stallion was starting to feel that something could be wrong and asked, “um, sis? Are you feeling ok?”

The farm mare took a moment and shook her head, then mumbled, “No, I’m fine. I just had this memory of being at the Galloping Gala before.”

Big Mac eyed her, wondering how his sister had such a memory? It must’ve been a dream of some sort? Being concerned for his sister, he asked again, “are you sure you’re ok?”

Applejack stopped rubbing her forehead then drank down the rest of her coffee. She wiped her mouth with a hoof before responding, “no need to worry about me, Big Mac; it must’ve been my imagination.”

“Um...ok?” Big Mac mumbled, not being convinced. He knew his sister was too stubborn to tell him if she was sick or injured; it was annoying.

Applejack got up taking the dishes to clean them, and asked, “anyways, you got your chores done rather early? Ya gonna go see Twilight?”

Big Mac’s cheeks flushed pink, taken by surprise by the question. For a moment, he thought about the cute violet unicorn again. He had to admit she was rather attractive but now that he lied to his sister about the two making out. Big Mac would have to convince Twilight to also back him up on the lie, which was a conversation that would be rather awkward. He’s been somewhat nervous seeing Twilight again and has purposely been avoiding the unicorn. Big Mac decided it was time to see her, and the stallion rose from the table and said, “actually, I need to go see her for a few hours, ok?”

“Oh really, just a few hours?” Applejack teased with a smirk on her face.

Big Mac realized what his sister was implying and quickly stammered, “I just need her help with somethin’ ok? It...it’s about princess Malum….”

Applejack went to the sink; as she started doing the dishes, she just casually waved a hoof. “Just don’t have too much fun.”

Big Mac rolled his eyes again, not even bothering to respond to his sister’s joke. The stallion then trotted off and headed to the door, opening it and looking outside at the grassy hills leading to Ponyville. He took a moment to pause and take in a breath of fresh air. Big Mac needed to figure out what exactly was this jewel was and what the buck he was going to do next?

Big Mac slowly trotted towards Twilight’s library, still being somewhat nervous about talking about the amulet. He was rather worried about seeing the violet unicorn again; he hoped to see if she could figure out what this jewel was or, even better if she could take it. The stallion trotting slowed as he came onto the wooden door; he gave a deep breath, then knocked on the door and waited patiently for the mare to open it. Instead, as the door opened, he looked down at a little purple scaled dragon below.

“Hey! It’s about time you came over!” The dragon cried out as the two hoof bumped (for Spike, it was more of a claw bump).

Big Mac smiled at the little drake; he was a cool little fellow who constantly came by his place to borrow his comics. But today, he came by on a rather serious matter. “Hey Spike, is Twilight here?”

“Yeah, she’s here just follow me,” Spike replied with a wave of a claw; the little dragon led Big Mac into a rather quaint library, and they came to Twilight, who was sitting down on her couch with scrolls thrown about, and a giant tome spread open before her. The violet unicorn peered up; she was a mess, her mane was frazzled, she had coffee stains all over her coat, along with bags under her eyes. Twilight eventually noticed that giant stallion standing over her and waved a hoof with a smile on her face. “Hey, Big Mac! Glad to see you finally came!”

The stallion brushed a hoof over his mane with a blush growing on his face, “yeah, I felt it was about time...but we can do this another time? You look exhausted?”

The unicorn yawned and stretched her hooves. “No, it’s fine; there’s a lot on my plate besides researching about jor jewel. There are my friendship lessons, on top of trying to figure out who should get a ticket to the gala.”

“Right, well, here it is,” Big Mac mumbled nervously as he hoofed out the amethyst.

The stallion held out the bridle, and Twilight looked down with her eyes aglow. She carefully took the jewel in her hooves, being hypnotized by the bright shining purple jewel beautiful it was shining in the light. “I have to admit; I believe that this artifact is from a different world or dimension.”

That’s an interesting theory? Does this Twilight have any proof?

Big Mac blinked, being surprised byTwilight’s response as well; he then asked, “so? What does that mean exactly?”

Twilight looked up as she did her best to explain, “well, there are other dimensions that may be similar to ours; I believe that the amulet didn’t originate in our Equestria. I’ve scoured through all my books, and none of them mention this jewel or where it came from.”

She pointed in a passage in the Epic of Malum the true history of the princess told by Starswirl and explained, “According to Starswirl, he says that the jewel originated in the place where Ponyville was eventually founded. But that’s all; I could fine.”

That’s correct. I came across it because I heard that tasty wild apples were being grown outside of Canterlot, and I wanted to see if the rumors were true. I just stumbled on it by complete accident.

“Hmm, that is a mystery….” The stallion pondered out loud as he tapped a hoof to his chin. He was wondering if he should tell Twilight that Apple Ale or Princess Malum was speaking through his mind on the matter.

Twilight gave a slight nod and continued to explain, “right, there’s a lot we don’t know, and we need to learn, but for now...there are other things we need to address.”

“Right, like how do I use magic? I also need to learn how to fly?” Big Mac grumbled under his breath as he still felt unsure of using his new appendages.

“That’s right; now I can teach you magic; that’s no problem,” Twilight explained with a smile.

“Right, and what about flying?” Big Mac asked as he didn’t know many pegasi and indeed not any that he could trust knowing his secret identity.

“I can teach that too? I mean, I‘ve only been an alicorn for about a year now, but I got a lot of lessons from Rainbow Dash.” Twilight replied rather cheerfully.

The stallion eyed her with a questioning look being somewhat baffled by Twilight’s response, and asked, “what are you talking about?”

Twilight blinked as if she just realized something was wrong; she then started to rub her head as if trying to soothe a migraine and mumbled, “r...right...what am I saying?”

Big Mac was now concerned, seeing that something similar had happened to Applejack. Maybe it was just another strange dream? Or perhaps this was proof she should be the one to take this amulet and be the vessel to Princess Malum. The stallion shook those thoughts out of his mind; for now, he should make sure Twilight was ok. He slowly held out a hoof and asked, “are you alright?”

Twilight nodded as she looked up at the stallion and said, “Yeah, sorry, I don’t know why I said that?”

Regardless of everything, Twilight knew much more about Princess Malum, and on top of that, she was Princess Celestia’s star pupil. She’s probably a genius when it comes to magic and can probably utilize the spirit of Princess Malum far better than he ever could. In all honesty, he didn’t agree with the spirit at all; he was just a simple earth pony who had been caught up in something much more significant than bucking apples and running a farm. This spirit chose wrong, and he needed to do this not just for Ponyville but for all of Equestria. He then hoofed her the jewel and said, “Maybe you're the one who should be using this.”

Twilight looked down at it; the thought must’ve crossed her mind with the purple amethyst sparkling in the sunlight. The unicorn looked like she was tempted to take it, but she pushed the jewel back with a sigh then said, “Big Mac as much as I would love to...this didn’t choose me, it chose you.”

That’s what I’ve been telling him all morning.

“I don’t want this!” Big Mac shouted. The stallion rose seething, heart racing. He was usually relatively calm, but so much rushed through his mind with all of this responsibility suddenly falling onto his shoulders. Big Mac had just to get off what was on his chest and continued his shouting, “Do you have any idea how it was fighting Nightmare Moon?! It was terrifying! Having all that pressure on my shoulders and not knowing what I was doing! You’re much more capable than me.”

He took a moment to calm down as he pushed the jewel back to Twilight and said, “you should be Princess Malum, not me.”

Twilight was taken abit aback by Big Mac’s shouting, but she then slowly rose on all force; she looked him right in the eyes and said, “look, Princess Celestia didn’t just send me down to find you, she wanted for me to make friends...I thought that was impossible, and I was determined just to shut myself in my library while I was here.”

The purple-coated unicorn held up a hoof and asked, “Guess how many friends I have now?”

Big Mac wasn’t sure how to respond, being confused at what point Twilight was trying to make. “I...Am I not sure? One? maybe two?”

“Six, I have made six friends, and it hasn’t even been a week,” The mare replied rather proudly.

Big Mac was still confused about what Twilight was getting at and asked, “what are you trying to say?”

Twilight gave a small chuckle before responding, “what I’m saying is if I can somehow make six friends, I’m sure you can be Princess Malum.

The stallion didn’t agree with the unicorn even if making friends was brutal; he doubted it was anything like what he was going through. Regardless, there was something that nagged him. He couldn’t help but be captivated by this lovely unicorn and how they bonded rather well in the past few days. Out of curiosity, he wanted to see if there was more than friendship between the two as he asked, “am I just a friend?”

Twilight lowered her head slightly, with her cheeks flushing pink. “I’m sorry we’re just friends; I know you probably lied to Applejack that we um...did more than just snuck off to the Everfree Forest. But, I’m not ready for a….um...a...you know...a relationship.”

The stallion threw his head back and trailed a hoof through his mane. He was now blushing, seeing that he should tell Twilight what he said to Applejack. “Well...um...I did tell her...we...um...k...kissed.”

Twilight narrowed her gaze then slapped Big Mac across the face. “You could’ve just said we just flirted or something!?”

“Sorry!?” Big Mac squeaked in shock as he soothed his raw cheek.

Twilight shrugged and said, “well, at least that’s all you said. Now there are a few other things we need to address.”

“So...you said that you have a friend who can teach me how to fly?”

“Yeah, but um...if you want to keep your identity a secret and you want me to introduce you to Rainbow Dash to fly….”

Big Mac groaned, knowing that Twilight needed him to transform into a princess alicorn. The stallion didn’t want to as he was still uncomfortable turning into a mare, having a horn or wings. All of it was still unsettling and alien to him; however, Twilight had a point he would have to transform into his princess alicorn form to keep his identity a secret. The stallion reluctantly took the amulet and strapped it to his chest. He grimaced as his body transformed once more, his body lengthening, mane and tail growing out; the worst parts were feeling the horn growing from his forehead and wings sprouting from his sides. It wasn’t long until he was now towering over Twilight with the unicorn just gaping at him in complete awe of his transformation.

Twilight continued just standing there fascinated by Princess Malum’s majesty before shaking her head and said, “ I'll go get Rainbow Dash...I’m sure that’ll be better since if we both go out there...”

“Yeah, I'll be swarmed by reporters and paparazzi,” Big Mac grumbled, grimacing his new light feminine tone; it was still somewhat alien to him. He then slumped into a soft chair as Spike chuckled behind a claw.

“Right, I got books to read, so just keep yourself busy….” Twilight suggested as she left the library. The alicorn decided to look around the library, browsing through the hundreds of books lined the shelves. A relatively thick medical book stuck out with the Anatomy of an Alicorn being on the spine. Big Mac took the book, wondering how much he could learn from this?

Hmmm, Another book written by Starswirl? I’m not surprised; he was such a wonderful pony despite being somewhat stubborn and rather crude. But his curiosity was something I always admired about him.

Big Mac gave a slight nod and pondered out loud, “yes...I’m just wondering if there’ll be anything useful?”

I would give it a read; even I never fully explored my alicorn body, we both can learn a thing or two.

The stallion was curious himself, and he settled down in one of Twilight’s comfy chairs as he opened the book and started to read through it. He found a passage about an alicorn’s reproductive systems. Big Mac’s cheeks flushed pink, and he looked over to see that Spike was too buried in a comic to notice him. He looked down into the book, hoping to learn about this female body, wondering if being an alicorn would change his knowledge of other mares? Or even if he could be pregnant in this body. There was much to learn, and he probably didn’t have much time. Big Mac buried his head into the book and started to read.

Big Mac continued to read in peace; he learned a lot from the Anatomy of an Alicorn with how his wings weren’t as aerodynamic as a pegasi’s by his longer wingspan will help him fly for thousands of miles. He was also amazed to learn that his magical prowess was doubled that of an average unicorn. Also, it seems that there’s been no evidence of male alicorns up to the date this book was written. The stallion was somewhat disappointed upon learning this and scoffed upon reading that passage. “Seriously? Is that why I turn into a mare?”

I can’t say for sure, but I would assume that has something to do with it.

Big Mac grumbled irritably seeing he had so many questions that even the Great Starswirl the Bearded couldn’t answer. He continued onto the next chapter with his cheeks flushing pink seeing it was on the menstrual cycle of an alicorn mare.

As embarrassing as this sounds this might be important. I would suggest giving this part a read.

Big Mac gave a small sigh as he started to read, being somewhat curious about if he’ll have periods and what he should do exactly if he had one. But then Twilight came bursting through the door quite suddenly. “Hey, Princess Malum! I got you a flying teacher!”

The alicorn squeaked in surprise as he threw the book aside and quickly rose up. “He...hello!”

“Hey, your princess Malum, right!?” a light blue pegasus exclaimed as she flew into the library.

The princess adjusted the bridle around her chest and threw her mane back to look more presentable before saying, “yes, I'm Bi-Pri...Princess Malum, and who are you?”

“Call me Rainbow Dash! The best flyers in all of Ponyville and soon-to-be Wonderbolt!” The pegasus proclaimed rather proudly.

Big Mac took a good look at the pegasus, with her cyan-colored eyes, her short and matted rainbow-colored mane and tail, and her cutie mark being a thunderbolt showing through a cloud. He heard of this mare before whose primary job was cloudbusting, and she also is in charge of bringing water to Cloudsdale. She was cocky, annoying and he wanted to protest against her being his flying teacher, but at the same time, there weren’t many options, and seeing that she was Twilight’s friend, he’d trust her judgment. Big Mac bent his head down a little out of respect and said, “Thank you, Rainbow Dash, for accepting my proposal to be my flying teacher.”

“So, Twilight says you don’t know how to fly?” Rainbow Dash asked rather bluntly as she put a hoof over her mouth and snickered; she was obviously trying not to burst out into a fit of laughter as she continued, “and considering what I saw a few nights ago, I would say she wasn’t kidding.”

“Yeah, I crashed? Big deal?” Big Mac snapped back with his cheeks flushed pink, still feeling embarrassed about that.

“It’s fine, I crash all the time, and I'm totally ok teaching you how to fly? But...how much flying experience do you have?”

Big Mac gulped as he felt that saying he didn’t know anything about flying would be really suspicious, but at the same time, he didn’t want to be dishonest about it either. “Um...uh...none….”

The daredevil mare blinked with a disappointed look on her face. “Um...seriously? Aren’t you like a hero of Equestria!?”

“I um...lost my memories when I um almost died to Nightmare Moon,” Big Mac stammered again, trying to keep his lie straight.

Rainbow grumbled, looking rather annoyed, then said, “It’s fine; I can teach you the basics.”

“Thank you,” the alicorn replied with a bow of his head.

Rainbow Dash trotted around Big Mac, checking out her long red feathery wings, and asked, “so...um….just curious where were you for all these years?”

“I...I seriously don't know!? One day I was battling Nightmare Moon! Then I woke up, and I was battling Nightmare Moon again!? Only a thousand years later….” Big Mac couldn’t believe he said the lie once more, but it was the best he could come up with.

Rainbow Dash went wide eyes and exclaimed, “Wow, it must be awesome being a thousand years in the future!”

“Yeah, it is….”

“By the way? Did you get your ticket to the grand galloping gala?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“Ey’nope,” Big Mac responded rather bluntly.

“Oh, buck! I almost forgot!” Twilight slammed a hoof into her face. She then dug out a golden ticket and hoofed it over to Big Mac. “Here, Luna sent you this.”

“Really!?” Big Mac cried out; he took the ticket, feeling exhilarated with the honor of being invited to the biggest party in all of Equestria. And from none other than Princess Luna! But he then read over the ticket and cursed a little because he realized it was signed for Princess Malum. But as he thought about it, it would be strange for Luna to send an invite to a random farm pony in Ponyville.

“That’s why Twilight invited me, darling! And besides, if you’re going to the Grand Galloping Gala, you need a dress!” A rather posh white-coated unicorn exclaimed as she threw open the doors and strode right into the library with a smug grin on her face.

Big Mac was caught by surprise by the stunning unicorn, with her sharp blue eyes, curly purple mane, and tail that bounced a little as she trotted across the library. The former stallion was trying to recognize who this unicorn was had seen this mare about before. His eyes slowly drifted to the mare’s rump recognizing the three sparkling diamonds that made up her cutie mark. Then, out of an utter sense of realization, he suddenly recognized her as the fashionista known as Rarity. “You’re Rarity, right?”

Rarity flashed her eyes and said, “Yes, I am darling! And I presume you’re princess Malum?”

“Ey’yup,” Big Mac chirped in his girly voice at a much higher pitch than usual, being abit aroused at the sexy unicorn.

“I do apologize for coming here without warning; I’m simply here to measure your body and get ideas for a dress!” Rarity explained rather excitedly.

“Great!? Thanks for warning me, Twilight!” Big Mac roared, turning his anger towards the violet unicorn who just stood back with a hoof over her face laughing, “Sorry, but you can’t go to the gala without a dress.”

“Why not!?” Big Mac snapped with frustration in her voice as he had no intention of cross-dressing even if he was in a mare’s form!

Rainbow flew up with her hooves crossing her chest, “trust me; you’re not the only one who doesn’t want to wear a dress.”

“Oh, both of you, stop complaining; we should all be honored to be invited to the most lavish party in all of Equestria,” Rarity responded in a somewhat condescending tone as she started to trot around Big Mac and took her time to look over his alicorn body. “Honestly, she’s beautiful without one, but it is a formal occasion after all,” Rarity explained as she threw her hoof then took out her measuring tape. “Now, can you lift your tail for me?”

Big Mac rolled his eyes and grumbled in irritation at having his rump being measured. But did as Rarity asked. He couldn’t see what she was doing, but he could feel the cold plastic feeling of the tape touching his rump and felt it wrap around his butt cheeks.

“Thank you, darling; you have a marvelous rump, by the way,”

“Um...thanks?” Big Mac squeaked out at the comment, but he was relieved that the fashionista finished measuring her rump she lowered her tail. The former stallion then felt her rub a hoof over his soft coat; he didn’t realize how sensitive this body was compared to his stallion form. She did the same for his chest as Big Mac lifted his neck a little to give her room to measure.

Once she was finished measuring his chest, the fashionista seemed to stand and admire the purple amethyst on his chest and cooed, “I have to admit your bridal is rather exquisite.”

“Ey’yup,” Big Mac responded in agreement as he also had to admit the jewel was beautiful.

“Now, can you lower your head a little, darling?”

Big Mac bent his head down until his green eyes matched Rarity’s piercing blue ones. Normally he would feel his member stiffen a little being around such a lovely mare. But instead, a new sense of arousal came from his nether regions feeling his newfound marehood feeling hot and bothered. But he was patient and took some self-control to relax a little as Rarity then took out a ruler and placed it on his forehead as she measured his horn. He then saw her using her aura of magic, writing down notes on a notepad. He was actually rather curious to see the measurements himself having a strange obsession over numbers. But he held his tongue, knowing it’s probably best not to mess with Rarity’s concentration.

“Now, for your wings, darling.”

The stallion took a moment to feel his new appendages and then slowly unfurled his wings out their full wingspan making everypony in the room just gaze in utter amazement at how long and splendid they looked.

“Your wings are rather impressive,” Twilight commented.

“Yeah, you’re wings are totally twenty percent cooler!” Rainbow exclaimed.

“I have to say you even put princess celestia to shame.” Rarity chimed in.

“Please don’t say that!?” Big Mac cried out as he looked over his wings now spread out across the library. They were massive two giant feathery wings covered in a thick layer of red feathers. He was rather impressed at his wings and horn; if he could keep his male gender, this alicorn body wouldn’t be so bad.

Rarity was gentle using her measuring tape to take a proper measurement of his wingspan as she pulled the tape all the way from the tip of his wing all the way to his shoulders. Big Mac shivered a little as he could feel the tape rub across his feathery expanse, and he bit his lip at how sensitive his wings were to Rarity’s tape touching his feathers.

It wasn’t long until Rarity was finished measuring his wings as she whispered, “I’m done, thank you, darling.”

Big Mac then folded his massive wings to the sides of his body once more, still feeling rather exposed and squeamish from three mares just gawking at him. Rarity was finishing writing the last of her notes as she said, “my goodness, this will probably be the most difficult dress I’ve ever designed, but I always love a challenge.”

Rarity then looked up and asked, “Now can you tell me about yourself?”

“What for?” Big Mac responded with a questionable tone; the last thing he needed was somepony asking questions he wouldn’t answer instead.

Rarity waved a hoof, “Oh, it’s just for the dress, darling, I need an aesthetic, and the more I know about Princess Malum, the better the dress will be.”

Big Mac shrugged, seeing that there was no harm in answering a few questions. But he wasn’t sure what to say, tapping a hoof to his chin trying to come up with something today. “Um, I fight and defend Equestria from Nightmare Moon and her minions; other than that, there’s not much to tell.”

Rarity just scoffed, “Oh, stop with the boring stuff and monster fighting; what’s your favorite food...and don’t say apples.”

Big Mac pondered the question for a moment as he tapped a hoof to his chin, “um...apple cinnamon pancakes….”

“Hmmm, what do you prefer, mares or stallions?”

“Mares,” Big Mac squeaked, realizing he said that out loud and slammed a hoof to his face. Twilight started to burst out in laughter as she knew why he would say that.

Rainbow threw her hoof over her mane. “Hey, I ain’t judgin’ stallions are total boneheads.”

Rarity took the princess into a hug and cooed, “yes, darling, there’s no need to be shy; I bet that being gay is much more accepted than it was a thousand years ago, I’m sure.” Big Mac stood there both feeling aroused and squeamish by this cute unicorn hugging him.

Rarity has a point, you know? And Starswirl was on the money I had a few marefrie-

Big Mac was feeling way too squeamish at this point, with both Rarity and Apple Ale pushing some uncomfortable boundaries. She then pushed Rarity back a little a squeaked, “Ok! I think that’s enough! I like mares; let’s just leave it at that!”

Rarity flashed her a smile seeing he was somewhat uncomfortable, then asked, “alright, I won’t push that topic anymore, now what are your hobbies?”

“Brewing ale, Growing apple trees,” Big Mac stammered, wanting this interview to be over and is just saying whatever came to mind.

Rarity just nodded as she continued to write stuff down and said, “oh, you sound like fun!? Well, that’s all I needed. I now have a few ideas for your aesthetic.”

Rarity gave Big Mac one last quick hug and then trotted off as the stallion sighed in relief.

Rainbow Dash then flew down and said, “yeah, sorry about that Rarity can be a pain; anyways, where should we meet for flying lessons!?”

Big Mac shrugged; it didn’t matter, but he wouldn’t mind practicing somewhere discreet with as few eyes as possible. Then it came to him? His family owns a ton of land; most ponies don’t ever go near; it’s perfect! “Why not out near Sweet Apple Acres.” Big Mac suggested.

“Ok, and um...where are you staying?” Rainbow Dash asked.

The former stallion sighed as he was starting to get tired of all of these questions and snapped, “Here with Twilight!”

“Really? seems kind of cramp?” Rainbow asked, looking around with a confused look.

“Um...it's fine, I’ll manage,” Big Mac snapped back as he was being rather peeved about all of these questions as he really didn’t want anypony to know his true identity.

“Ok, ok, just be up bright and early tomorrow!” Rainbow responded defensively, getting the hint. She then flew off out of the library as well.

Twilight then trotted over next to Big Mac with a smile and said, “you know...keeping your identity a secret is going to be much harder as time goes on. I’m sure ponies would be accepting of you.”

Big Mac rubbed his hoof down on the plank wood floor, being abit unsure of how to respond even if what Twilight said was true. “Yeah, I know; I’ll show everypony who Princess Malum really is eventually. But for now, I’m just not ready...especially since I’m still unsure if I’m supposed to be the vessel.”

Twilight then started taking out some tennis balls and suggested, “ok, well, while you’re here, why don’t we start with some basic magic lessons.”

“Ok,” Big Mac responded as he plopped down in one of Twilight’s loveseats. Despite his best to concentrate on trying to levitate the balls with his magic, his mind constantly drifted to how sexy and adorable Rarity was. Then upon learning that Apple Ale was a lesbian, he had to wonder are these feelings his or Apple Ale’s?