Pumpkin Cake

“Oh no,” I said, looking out the window to see Dew and Flurry Heart approaching. These were two of my very best friends in the world; however, right now I was desperately trying to hide my sibling. As the duo opened the door, laughing, Flurry Heart ran up and hugged me. As I returned her hug, I saw Dew making mocky kissy faces at me from behind Flurry.

“Pumpkin, how are you?” Flurry asked, letting go of the hug, I wish it didn’t end. I really could not answer the question truthfully: how would they believe my brother is a girl now? I just needed to lie. I was lying partly to Dew, who is the fib queen. I just needed to play my cards right.

“Well, I am just here to hang out with Yona, so I can’t complain.” I lied through my teeth; I think Dew saw through me as she raised an eyebrow.

“What does the little orange pony say?” Yona said from the other side of the room, focused on a cloak she was making.

“Nothing, Yona; have fun with your work,” I shouted back, making her shrug and continue.

“So, Spaghetti Squash, where is Pound?” Dew said she was using one of her many colorful nicknames for me, all of which are fruit-related.

“Sh- He is with mom right now. They are working on a new type of cake.” I said, laughing internally at the double meaning of that statement.

“Uh huh,” Dew said, obviously suspicious of me. I just had to play it cool.

“What are you, a cop?” I said. Great job, Pumpkin, keeping it very cool.

“I mean, her mom is captain of the guard.” Flurry said this in observation, making me face hoof.

“Yeah, be straight with me or I’ll have my mom banish you to a prison far away. Where your only company will be slightly misogynistic sailors.” Dew said with a grin.

“What the heck does that even mean, Dew?” I asked, genuinely dumbfounded.

“Butternut, you are a terrible liar,” Dew said, now deadpanning. That was not good. Deadpan dew meant disaster.

“If something is wrong, you can tell us Pumpkin.” Flurry said, wrapping a giant alicorn wing around me in a hug, and I just sighed.

“What’s going on is insane and a little unbelievable.” I finally gave up on hiding this. They now both looked curious, “I just can’t say anything about it, and to be real with you,. I don’t understand what’s going on.”

“Well, when can we see him, so we can ask?” Flurry said, a little worried. Before I could respond, Dew gasped, and we looked where she was looking.

At the base of the staircase was Swirl, no beard and her hair now down and poofy, curling a tad at the ends. Her eyes now spoke of happiness and a newfound confidence.

“You can ask me now,” Swirl said with a stutter but a force to her voice that sounded like she was going to win a fight, and it looked like she won one against her inner self.

“Holy Cannoli,” Dew said, staring at Swirl a little stunned, as did I; she looked surprisingly feminine.

“You look great, Pou-” Flurry started to say before she was cut off by Swirl.

“It’s Swirl Cake, actually,” she said before taking a shaky breath and touching her mane with a wing. “My name is Swirl Cake, Pumpkin’s new sister.”

The room grew silent, even Yona turning in surprise. We all stared at her for a long time. That made her retreat a few steps back before Dew spoke.

“Oh, so you are, like, trans?” Dew said, questioning Swirl with an unusual amount of care in her words.

“Trans?” I asked for Swirl.

“Transgender,” Flurry piped up, “I learned about it at Pride in the Empire. It’s the T in LGBT. It is creatures whose gender from birth does not align with who they truly are.”

“Yeah, that’s the nerd way of explaining it,” Dew said before noticing Swirl and I’s confused faces “What?”

“What is an LGBT?” Swirl asked Dew and Flurry.

“Yeah, we have never heard of that before; what is it?” I asked as well, causing Flurry to look surprised and Dew to double over.

“You mean to tell me neither of you know what the alphabet mafia is?” Dew said, howling with laughter, making me a bit frustrated.

“Sorry, I don’t know everything you know a-!” Flurry cut me off before I could swear.

“It is an acronym for people of different identities who band together to show pride in who they really are. Boys who like boys, girls who feel that way about other girls, ponies who have complicated relationships with gender, all banded together.” Flurry explained this all matter of factly, like it was the most normal thing ever; however, this was like a punch in the face. A whole sect of the world and its creatures I had never known about; however, one part caught my attention.

“Wait,” I asked. “Girls can like girls?”

The silence that filled the room was audible. Before Dew was so red with laughter, her face matched her hair. Swirl was in her own world, not processing any of us, and Flurry was a little red in the face.

“Y-yes Pumpkin, we can,” Flurry said, stuttering. I had no idea why she was embarrassed, but I felt bad for embarrassing her.

“You are telling me the most obvious girl-liker didn’t know she could like girls?”

“Shut up, you jerk!” I shouted.

Dew was rolling with laughter while I glared at her, then noticed Flurry approaching Swirl. I could overhear what they said and started to walk over as well.

“Are you okay, P-Swirl?” Flurry said, using a wing to lift Swirl’s chin up to make eye contact and smiling down at my sister. ~~I really wish she would look at me like that.~~

“This is a lot,” Swirl said quietly.

“I bet it is,” Flurry said with a gentle voice. “Swirl, would you like to come to our girls’ night?”

Swirl looked up at the alicorn, and then at me. I smiled at my sister as she nodded vigorously. I was so happy to have my sister come to the sleepover—a sister I never knew I had, a sister I am so proud of. The four of us soon departed for the castle for the sleepover, like nothing had changed. Really, nothing changed; all that changed was that Swirl smiled a lot more.

Author's Note

Hello and welcome to the last chapter of swirl cake. This has lowkey been a journey to write and has given me a newfound love for writing. If you liked it, please let me know and maybe join my discord pinned to my blog here.
I won't be writing about the sleepover because I never planned on it. This was more about self-acceptance of the cakes. However, you have not seen the last of c squad and do take story ideas and requests for them from yall. Thank you all so much for the support like so much gang.
Peace and love yourself, find your swirl.