Chapter 2

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I look around, confused. I’m in some kind of void of blackness.

How’d I get here?

Turning around, I’m suddenly met by the sight of myself, except I’m boy type Ranma and I’m girl type Ranma.

I’m somehow seeing from both perspectives. I can see girl type me in front of me and boy type me in front of me at the same time.

“How’re you here?” I ask boy type me, pointing.

“Me? How’re you here?” I ask girl type me, pointing back.

Before I can answer, the ground suddenly starts shaking.

“Whoa! What’s going on?” boy type me asks.

“I-I don’t know!” girl type me asks.

Suddenly, a massive shadow figure emerges from the ground beneath me, grabbing both me and me in one hand.

The huge figure looms over us, red eyes glaring down from the inky black mass.

You refused to fight for me? it booms. You dare refuse your new God?!

I and myself glance at each other, faces a mask of fear.

They found out I tore up the agreement letter? How? What’s he going to do to me now he knows?!

“Enough!” a voice booms from nowhere.

At once, the shadow figure dissipates and I fall to the ground, landing on boy type me.

“Ouch!” I yell as girl type me crushes me underneath. “Mind getting off?”

I do as boy type me asks, the two of us standing up and looking around.

There’s a flash of deep blue light and our jaws literally hit to ground.

Standing before me is one of the most beautiful women I’ve seen in my entire life.

She’s tall, her chest higher than my own head, meaning I’m looking up quite a bit. Her skin’s a beautiful deep-blue. She’s wearing a deep-blue/black sleeveless dress that stops just before her knees, a blue jewel embedded just above her chest.

On her feet are slippers similar in design as the glass ones from Disney’s Cinderella, though they look more like they’re made from sapphires than glass.

On her right shoulder is a mass of inky black with a white crescent moon in front of it.

Her mane and tail are both a mass of colours that look like the literal night sky, with stars to match, giving off a gentle easiness, the same feeling emanating from her bright blue eyes.

On her forehead is a horn that reminds me of Twilight Sparkle’s from the first episodes. A bit long, maybe as long us my middle finger, but blunt looking, while, outstretched behind her, the same colour us her skin, are two feathered wings.

At once, I bow. “P-P-Princess Luna!”

“Rise, Ranma Saotome,” she says, her voice firm, yet extremely gentle. “You need not be so formal.”

I rise, girl type me glancing around, frowning. “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”

Luna gives a small smile, her pony ears flicking. “Indeed. And, it is a good thing I found you.”

“Whoa, wait. You mean that thing wasn’t just a dream, it was real?” boy type me asks.

Luna shakes her head. “Yes and no. It was not real, but, had you fallen to it, it would have become so.” She frowns, eyeing me up and down. “Whatever the being was that sent you to our world and changed you, their influence is minor, unless given permission. Had you signed the contract given to you, they would have had full control over you and this world.”

I didn’t know your blood could run cold in a dream, but I now know it can.

“However,” Luna smirks, “by refusing to accept the “offer” that being was providing you, you have firmly locked this world and any bound to it out of their reach.”

Bound to it? Is she talking about the EQG world?

“That nightmare you were having was their last grip upon our world fading. A punishment set in place should any refuse, to ensure their compliance,” the deep-blue woman continues. “Had you indeed fallen to it, you would have been that being’s thrall until the end of time itself. Even death would not have freed you.”

“But, since you got to it before that…?” boy type me asks.

Luna nods. “Their influence upon our world is completely lost. You need never fear their retribution for your refusal to join in whatever war they wished of you.”

I sigh with relief. “That’s a load off my mind.”

“Your condition is an interesting one, though,” Luna passes her gaze over both girl type and boy type. “You are both stallion and mare. And not in those weirder senses from those graphic novels teen colts and fillies seem to enjoy so much these days.”

I find my face going bright red. She’s talking about futa manga, so bluntly? Seriously, Princess Luna, what the actual fuck? You can’t just drop something like that in conversation as if you’re just talking about the weather.

Suddenly, a sparkle enters her eyes and she claps her hands together excitedly. “Oh, but, this is perfect. Tia will be most pleased.”

Uh, come again?

“Now, I believe it is time you returned to the waking world, Ranma Saotome,” Luna says, reaching a hand out and— GRABBING MY LEFT BOOB?!

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“Luna,” I grumbling, trying to move away from the pressure on my chest. “No. I don’t… I don’t wanna…”

“Wow. That’s firm. How come they’re bigger than mah big sis?”

Wakefulness simultaneously is slow and slaps me in the face as I’m suddenly very aware that I’m laying on the couch I fell asleep on last night and a hand is definitely grabbing my left exposed breast.

Snapping my eyes open, it’s to find Apple Bloom, wearing some kind of green nightgown with apple patterns, standing over me, her right hand firmly cupping my breast.

I scowl. “Do you mind?!”

She starts, backing up and laughs nervously. “Sorry. Ah was jus’ wonderin’ if’n those were real. Yer a little older than me, so it seemed kinda unreal yers could be so big.”

I grumble again, sitting up and thrusting my shirt closed, buttoning it. “Well, now you know, they’re real. Happy?”

The yellow girl looks away sheepishly.

“You awake, Ranma?” Applejack’s voice calls from the kitchen.

I sigh. “Yeah, now I am.”

I get off the couch and make my way to the kitchen, Apple Bloom following a little bit behind.

The table has four plates of pancakes, stacked three high each. There’s a jug of what I’m guessing to be maple syrup in the middle of the table. In front of each plate is a glass of what is obviously apple juice.

“Have a good sleep?” Applejack asks as Big Mac walk in, a cup of steaming coffee in his right hand.

“Somewhat.” I scowl at Apple Bloom. “At least until somepony decided to wake me up with a breast exam!”

Applejack and Big Mac give their sister a none too pleased look and her ears splay back. She bows, apologizing again.

I sigh and am about to accept her apology, when Big Mac seems to misplace his footing, tripping on a chair leg.

His coffee goes flying into the air, aiming right for me.

I thrust my arms in front of me, feeling the hot (but thankfully not so hot it would burn) drink wash over me, immediately feeling the switch from girl type to boy type, the shirt I’m wearing bursting open as its size isn't meant to accommodate a male chest of my size, the pants also becoming tighter.

As I lower my arms, dripping with coffee, I see all three Apple siblings staring at me in shock.

“Hay Bale and Bucky said it… but Ah didn’t really believe ’em til now,” Applejack looks me up and down. “Ya really can change between a colt and a filly, at will.”

I sigh, shaking my head, both in answer and to get some of the coffee out of my eyes. “Not at will, per say. I can choose to change, but I would need to have the means to do so by splashing myself with either warm or cold water.” I look down at myself. “Or, any hot or cold liquid, I guess.”

“Yer… yer a colt?” Apple Bloom asks in confusion.

I open my mouth to replay, before hesitating. “Yes and no. “I’m kinda both, at least while stuck like this, anyway.”

“Right,” Applejack says absentmindedly, before muttering, “Sweet Celestia, she’s gonna be floored when she finds out.”

She must’ve thought I wouldn’t hear her, but I did. “When who finds out what?”

Applejack looks to me and smiles. “Nothin’ t’ worry about fer now, Sugarcube. Go clean yerself up. We’ll have breakfast and head fer Twilight’s castle after that.”

I move to leave, before something she said catches in my mind. Twilight’s caste? So, this is after the season 4 finale then.

Damn. Knowing it’ll probably be a while before I can go home, I wouldn’t have objected, after figuring out how to use Ranma’s skills properly, to have tested them out on Tirek before he gained all the Alicorn Magic.

Could’ve been fun and a nice distraction from the fact I’ve been taken away from my own world.

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“So, tell me again why you insisted I stay boy type after I got cleaned up?” I ask as Applejack and Apple Bloom lead me through Ponyville towards Twilight’s castle.

Not that I needed directions to get there. The fandom may have joked a lot about it being an eyesore, but we weren’t wrong when saying it sticks out among the rustic town of Ponyville like a sore thumb.

“Ah think it’ll be easier fer Twilight t’ understand if ya changed fr’m colt to filly,” Applejack says simply as we pass several ponies.

I’m not getting nearly as many odd looks I’d have expected, but, then again, I don’t look all that different from the ponies, since they all just are humanoid with pony ears and tails.

Now, if I’d wound up in a regular quadruped Equestria, then I definitely would be turning a lot more heads right now.

In answer to her statement, I look up at the sky. It’s covered in grey clouds. The rain from yesterday evening is clearly not over yet.

“Seems pretty pointless to me,” I shrug. “Twilight or Spike could easily just boil some lukewarm water when we get to the castle.”

“But, it’ll be easier t’ just use water straight fr’m the tap, don’t ya agree?” the farmer replies, looking a little annoyed that I’m arguing with her. “What, don’t ya like being that way? Ah noticed ya came out the shower last night as yer filly self.”

I frown in annoyance at her. “Because the pyjamas you gave me were designed for a girl, obviously! Frankly, I couldn’t give two shits which form I’m in.” To the confused sceptical frown, I continue. “Yesterday was just really overwhelming for me. I suddenly find myself transported to another world, my whole body has been changed and I find out some asshat wanted me to fight in a war that had nothing to do with me and expected me to be okay with it all without even asking first.”

Apple Bloom looks shocked. Clearly she hadn’t gotten that part of the story yet.

I glance up briefly as I feel rain start to lightly fall. “Being Ranma, in Equestria and having Ranma’s curse isn’t what bothered me. It’s that I was taken from my home, had all my main memories repressed and was just expected to fight in a war without any proper training.”

“Ya don’t mind being a colt who turns int’ a filly?” Apple Bloom asks. “Cuz Ah know several colts who’d act like it was the end o’ the world if they were in yer shoes.”

I shake my head. “Ranma’s curse isn’t my problem. You’d be hard pressed to find any guy who wouldn’t jump at the idea of getting that kind of power. My issues are I wasn’t asked first. It was just thrust upon me without any warning. Not that I’d have agreed anyway if that asshat had offered it to me first.”

Apple Bloom cocks her head.

“While the idea of having Ranma’s power, well, it’s really a curse, but, whatever, is an appealing idea, if the catch is you’re expected to fight in a war you have no stakes in and the one asking you to join acts like the asshat who did this to me, most would refuse outright, regardless,” I say, shaking my head. “No one in their right mind would sell away their freewill just for that.”

The rain starts in earnest.

“Ah still don’t see why ya thought yer colt form was a dumb… idea…” Applejack starts again, before she looks to me giving her a deadpan stare, now girl type as the rain comes down.

There’s silence for a moment as the three of us stand in the rain.

After what feels like forever, Applejack lowers her hat and looks away, muttering, “R-right”, her tone full of embarrassment.

Deciding not to push it further, I start off in the direction of Twilight’s castle, Apple Bloom and her sister not far behind.

A few minutes later we arrive and Applejack, still hiding behind her Stetson, knocks on the door several times.

Not long after, the door opens to reveal a boy about two thirds Apple Bloom’s size.

His skin is purple, with a sheen to it that make me realize they’re very fine scales. His ears, unlike the ponies, are on the sides of his head, like mine, only his are those green frill things in show.

His hair (yes, hair. How in the world can a dragon have hair, even in humanoid form?) is a bright green, the same colour as his ear frills, with a little patch of purple at the front and scruffy. He’s wearing a simple light-green shirt under a slightly darker purple than his scales jacket and blue shorts.

His feet, which I notice are slightly more like dragon feet from the show, are bare. Guess he was in a no shoes or socks mood today.

His bright green eyes with slitted black pupils light up when he sees the orange mare. “Oh. Hey, Applejack.” His eyes turn to me and his expression blanks for a moment, before he deadpans and facepalms. “That explains it.”

I glance between the Apple sisters, confused.

“Explains what, Spike?” AJ asks.

The dragon boy just shakes his head and indicates for us to come inside. “You’ll find out.”

Soon as we walk in, I hear a faint yelling, the voice unquestionably being Twilight’s Sparkle’s.

She sounds really angry and… wait. Is that the Royal Canterlot Voice?

What in the world angered her that much she’s using the RCV?

As Spike leads us down the hall, I mention to Spike that it’s odd that, even though I can tell Twilight’s using the RCV, it doesn’t really sound all that loud.

“Just wait til you open the door,” he says, sounding an odd mixture of tired and amused.

He leads us to, surprisingly, a door that I recognize as the one leading into the room with the Cutie Map.

“Brace yourselves,” he mutters, reaching out and pushing the doors inward.

The moment they’re open even a crack, my ears are bombarded by a screaming voice.

“… THINK I’D BE OKAY WITH THIS! I’VE NEVER EVEN MET THIS RANMA PONY BEFORE! HOW DARE THEY GO BEHIND MY BACK ON THIS!”

O…kay. I’m lost.

Someone informed her about me and she’s… angry about it?

Is she angry that someone was forced to come to her world against their will in a body not their own? That I was just expected to take part in a cosmic war without my opinion on the matter even being asked?

Somehow, Twilight must’ve heard the door opening, because her head snaps around in our direction, so fast I think for a second she looks like an owl.

Twilight is definitely a sight. Her lavender skin looks very nice. She’s isn’t wearing anything fancy, much to my surprise. Just a simple light-purple sweatshirt, black shorts, with black leggings on her, well, legs.

Her mane and tail are just like in the show, dark indigo with streaks of purple and pink, both ending in straight edges.

There’s a nub-like horn on her head similar to Princess Luna’s, though Twilight’s looks as big as my pinky finger, lavender wings folded behind her back.

However, any further examination of her appearance is put on hold as I feel my eyes trapped in the gaze of her bright purple eyes glare daggers into mine that are seriously setting off my flight or fight response.

Almost too fast to see, Twilight lunges forward, her eyes promising pain.

As if by instinct, my legs bend and jump up, flipping in mid-air, my shoes finding purchase on the wall and I push forward, flipping through the air as I go over the lavender girl’s head, landing firmly in a crouching position on the table of the Cutie Mark.

I quickly turn around, demanding, “What’s your problem, Twilight Sparkle?”

She whirls around, her face filled with anger, pointing at me. “Explain to me, right now, why Princess Luna and my parents are making me have an arranged marriage with you?!”

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WHAT?!

Author's Note

I'll admit, i'm surprised i got this out as quickly as i have.

admittedly, it's because i feel i needed to clarify something that somehow got misinterpreted from last chapter, so there wouldn't be anymore confusion.

I hope things are clearly now and there are no more misunderstandings.

Ranma can now be assured the being who messed with his/her life won't be bothering them anymore.

Now Ranma just has to figure out what in the world Twilight's talking about. and what was AJ referring to being floored at breakfast?

You'll find out next chapter... eventually.

Like I said, i felt a bit motivated to do this extra chapter, despite not originally planning on continuing this for a while, to clear up a little confusion that had arisen from last chapter, but without calling the misinformed people out outright.

It's not much, but i hope it's enough to tide you over until i do return in earnest to this fic.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter and, til next time, stay safe, stay clean and see you later