A Rift in Routine

by Cold start

Rating: teen
Tags: Twilight Sparkle, Drama, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Romance, Sex, Profanity, Alternate Universe, Human
Length: 6142

In a world where Earth and Equiss are connected by an interdimensional rift, life surprisingly carries on as usual just with ponies in the mix. For Jacob, this new normal is about to take an even stranger turn after an unexpected knock at his door.

Years after an interdimensional rift connected Earth to the magical world of Equiss, humans and ponies have learned to coexist. Despite the unusual circumstances, life on both sides of the portal has settled into a strange yet stable rhythm. For Jacob, an unassuming young man, the presence of ponies in his life is little more than a distant curiosity.

That is, until a late-night knock at his door changes everything. Standing before him is a cloaked pony, none other than Twilight Sparkle cradling a foal in her hooves.

Published 2025-01-28 15:10:00 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-30 02:24:58 UTC

knocks on the door

It was a normal Tuesday.
I was sitting on my couch after another thrilling day in the world’s most exciting profession… retail. I raised the drink, took a sip, and grabbed the remote. With a click, the TV flashed on, and the news channel greeted me. The host was a blue-coated pony in a white collared shirt and blazer, standing confidently behind a desk.

Now, if this were five years ago, or if you’d never seen a pony before, you might be losing your mind over a small horse reporting the news. But for me and the rest of humanity, ponies had been a part of our world for years. Five years, to be exact.

How did we get here? Oh, it’s a story all right. Some lunatics in horse masks thought it’d be a great idea to break into Area 51 not just any government facility, mind you, but the government facility. Somehow, and don’t ask me how, they managed to open a transdimensional rift, linking Earth to a place called Equiss. Why? Cartoons weren’t cutting it anymore. They wanted the real deal unicorns, rainbow ponies, the whole magical package. Pretending wasn’t enough for these guys, But here’s the kicker: the world didn’t end. No dystopian collapse, no apocalyptic fallout. The sun kept rising, people kept paying taxes, and life just... Went on. The only difference? Now we’ve got pastel ponies, griffons, dragons, and who-knows-what-else living next door. Wild, huh?

It’s funny, really. You’d think this kind of thing would completely upend society. But no,It’s just... Normal now. The news pony’s name? Fore Cas, Ha Yeah, really." I tuned back into the broadcast just in time to catch the headline.

“It has been a year and two months since the Princess of Friendship and Equestria's ambassador, Twilight Sparkle, vanished without a trace. Three weeks after the grand celebration commemorating the Equiss-Earth Portal Project, she simply disappeared, leaving the public demanding answers. Since then, her closest companions, the Elements of Harmony, have borne the brunt of relentless scrutiny.”

The news segment shifts to chaotic footage of reporters both human and pony swarming three figures struggling to push through the frenzy. Microphones are thrust toward them as a barrage of questions flies:

“You! the one with the wings What happened at the celebration? Were there any signs that something was wrong?”

“Is it true you were one of the last to speak with Twilight Sparkle?”

“As the Element of Honesty tell us the truth, why were you seen at a hospital with Twilight Sparkle Is she sick?

The camera zooms in on their uneasy faces. A rainbow-maned Pegasus looks tense, her wings twitching like she’s ready to take off. A yellow pony with soft pink locks keeps her head low, avoiding eye contact, her ears pinned back. The orange earth pony in a weathered hat glares at the crowd, jaw tight, adjusting the brim over her eyes as if to shield herself from the chaos.

The shouts grow louder, the questions blurring into a deafening roar. The rainbow-maned one flares her wings, frustration flashing in her eyes as she shouts something lost in the noise. The yellow one recoils further, almost cowering. Finally, the orange one stamps her hoof with a sharp thud, her voice cutting through the cacophony.

"That’s enough, y’all hear!"

I shift uncomfortably in my seat, my attention lingering on the screen. The footage feels heavy, the kind of moment that lodges in your mind and refuses to leave. Twilight Sparkle’s name carries a weight that’s hard to explain, a weight I hadn’t thought much about until now. Something about it all nags at me, a faint but persistent feeling, like the first stirrings of a storm on the horizon.

For a moment, there’s stunned silence, the crowd frozen. The orange pony adjusts her hat again, glancing at her companions before turning back to the reporters.

“We’ve told y’all what we know, and there ain’t no more to say. Now leave us be!”

She pushes past the reporters, the other two following close behind. The camera captures them retreating into a nearby building, the door slamming shut behind them. The reporters linger for a moment, still shouting questions, before the footage abruptly cuts back to the newsroom.

“Well, that’s all the reporters were able to salvage from the Elements. But is what they’re saying the truth? We won’t know for sure until Twilight Sparkle comes back and tells the public herself. Until then, speculation continues to run wild.

Now, let’s move on to the weather, followed by a fiery debate on the Interspecies Marriage Act. Stay tuned.”

click*

Well, that was something, but not really all that interesting, kind of boring, if you ask me. Just news reporters being, well, news reporters. I let out a small sigh and turned my gaze to the clock mounted on the wall above my old, slightly dusty TV. The hands ticked just past 7:00 PM. Grocery time. I pushed myself up from the couch, the worn cushions groaning under the shift in weight. The place wasn’t much, . My furniture? A mix of hand-me-downs and thrift store treasures. There’s a lamp in the corner that flickers if you nudge it, and my coffee table is held together by duct tape and hope. The only decorations I have are a few posters from my college days and a picture of my parents I’ve kept since I was a kid.

My neighbors are a mixed bag. There’s Mr. Carlson down the hall, who somehow manages to burn toast every morning, it’s like his personal talent. Then there’s the pony in 3B, a unicorn who always waves when I see her in the lobby. Nice enough, though we’ve never exchanged more than pleasantries.

I tossed the empty beer bottle into the trash with a hollow clink, brushing crumbs off my dark gray hoodie. It wasn’t anything special, just something I’d had for years a little frayed at the cuffs but still comfortable. My jeans were in a similar state, slightly worn with a tear near the knee that I liked to think gave them "character." Reaching into my pocket, I fished out my headphones an old pair of wired ones that had seen better days. I slipped them over my head, letting them rest around my neck for now, and moved toward the door.

As I walked down the hallway, the muffled sound of an argument caught my ear, someone bickering about dinner, maybe? The voices were faint, slipping through the cracks of one of the doors. Just as I passed 3F, the door creaked open, and a pony poked her head out.

She had a pale coat and an anxious look, her eyes darting up and down the hallway like she was expecting something or someone to jump out at her.

“Evening,” I said, offering a small nod.

She hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to respond, before giving a quick nod in return. Without another word, she retreated back into her apartment, shutting the door firmly behind her. Strange. Then again, everyone in this building had their quirks.

As I continued toward the elevator, my gaze drifted to the little horse-shoe marks etched into the metal next to each door number. These marks signified which units were occupied by ponies, a small but noticeable detail that had become commonplace over the years. They were just another part of life now, much like the renovations that had been made to accommodate them ,lower counters, hoof-friendly handles, and even voice-activated appliances in some cases.

It wasn’t uncommon to run into a pony in the building. They were part of the scenery, as ordinary as the cracked paint on the walls or the faint hum of the flickering fluorescent lights overhead. Still, every now and then, something would happen to remind me how much had changed in the past five years.

I finally reached the elevator at the end of the hall and hit the call button, the faint click of the button echoing in the quiet space. The worn-out numbers above the doors ticked down slowly, the machinery groaning faintly as the elevator made its way to my floor.

Leaning against the wall, I let my eyes wander, taking in the familiar sight of the hallway. It wasn’t much, dull brown carpeting, a few faded picture frames hung at odd intervals but it had its own charm, I supposed. When the elevator finally arrived with a low ding, the doors slid open to reveal an empty car. I stepped inside, the faint scent of disinfectant lingering in the air.

The buttons for the floors were worn smooth from years of use, their numbers faded, but the small horse-shoe icon next to the lobby button stood out. It was one of those little details that reminded me how the world had shifted to accommodate our new neighbors. With a sigh, I pressed the button for the lobby, leaning back against the wall as the doors slid shut.

As the elevator jolted slightly and began its descent, I found my thoughts drifting back to the pale-coated pony in 3F. That nervous glance, the way she’d quickly shut her door what was her story? Then again, everyone in this building had a story, pony or human alike. Some were open books, their lives spilling into the hallways with shouted arguments or laughter that echoed through the walls. Others, like her, kept their lives neatly tucked away behind closed doors. It was just one of those things you noticed but never really asked about.

The elevator slowed to a stop, and with a soft ding, the doors slid open, revealing the building's lobby. It was a modest space, with scuffed tile floors and a few mismatched chairs arranged near a bulletin board pinned with faded flyers. The scent of cheap air freshener lingered, trying and failing to mask the ever-present smell of the city that wafted in whenever someone opened the front door.

I stepped out into the cool evening air, greeted by the hum of activity outside. The streets were alive with motion humans and ponies mingling, each heading toward their own destinations. A unicorn trotted past, their horn glowing faintly as they levitated a stack of books beside them. A griffon perched on the edge of a nearby rooftop, casually grooming their feathers.

Looking up, my eyes caught the sight of pegasi weaving effortlessly through the air, their wings carrying them above the congestion below. They moved with an ease that almost felt smug, bypassing the gridlocked streets and packed sidewalks entirely.

“Lucky bastards,” I muttered under my breath, watching as one of the pegasi banked sharply to avoid a flock of pigeons. “They get to fly around, saying ‘screw you’ to traffic.” Shaking my head, I adjusted my headphones around my neck and kept walking. The city had changed a lot since the ponies had arrived, but some things stayed the same: the hum of neon signs, the distant blare of car horns, the constant chatter of people and ponies blending together in a steady urban rhythm. It was weird, but it felt normal now. At least, it did most of the time.

The supermarket wasn’t far, just a quick twenty-minute walk if you avoided the usual street oddities. Not that I ever really tried, well tried too hard, at least. I still found myself sidestepping the occasional street performer or random pony bursting into song. Seriously, how do they do that? It’s like they already know the lyrics before they even start singing. One minute, they’re just casually trotting by, and the next, they’re belting out some ridiculous ballad like it’s the middle of a musical. It’s... Impressive, sure, but also kind of unsettling.

I tried not to pay too much attention to those oddities. Not that I had any desire to act like my parents, so obsessed with understanding every single thing to a scientific level . My dad, especially, always wanted to know why ponies sang the way they did, or how their magic worked. I’ll admit, there were times when I caught myself thinking in the same way,

"Are the bones of pegasi lighter than other ponies?" I mused under my breath, almost absentmindedly. I wasn’t sure where the thought had come from, but once it was there, it lingered.

It made sense, right? Pegasi could fly, so surely their skeletal structure had to be adjusted for the task. I mean, birds had lightweight bones that allowed them to take to the skies.

So, maybe they had a similar structure? Could the density of their bones be less than that of a regular pony? Or maybe it was more about the distribution of mass, like how wings had to be spread out to create lift, while the rest of their body stayed compact. But then, how did they manage to carry the weight of their wings, considering their muscles needed to be powerful enough for flight?

I kept walking, lost in the details now.

Could their feathers serve as more than just decorative features, maybe aiding in aerodynamics? Were they more like a bird's flight feathers, lightweight yet strong? I couldn’t imagine the metabolic demands they’d have, constantly burning through energy for flight. So, did they need more food than a regular pony? What did their digestive systems look like? Could they process the same food as earth ponies or unicorns? Maybe they needed extra protein to build those flight muscles...

The further I got into the thought process, the more I felt the familiar buzz of excitement flood my brain. Sometimes, I wished I could just break down the entire pony physiology into manageable, quantifiable pieces. But every time I tried, it felt like there were just so many layers. The magic alone complicated everything like, how does that even work? Was it chemical? Was it some form of electromagnetic energy? Or maybe it was bioelectric, generated by some unseen force within their bodies? Could magic itself be a type of living organism, like symbiotic bacteria? That one’s probably a stretch, but I mean, who knows?

The closer I got to the supermarket, the more I realized I had probably walked the entire distance with my mind off in a completely different place. It wasn’t the first time that had happened, Laona had warned me about it more than once. “You keep walking around like you’re in another world, one of these days, you're gonna get hit by a car,” she’d say with that concerned look of hers. I’d always brush it off, but Dad had said something similar when I was younger, too. “Focus on the world around you, not just the one in your head, kid ”, kind of hypocritical if you ask me with him so obsessed with his work .

But no matter how many times I was told to watch where I was going, my thoughts always had a way of pulling me into some strange, far-off place. At least I’d made it to the supermarket without incident. The store was nothing fancy just a typical corner market, the kind you find in almost every city. The floors were tiled with linoleum that was starting to look a little worse for wear, and the shelves were packed with the usual assortment of goods. They were really pushing pony food these days hay chips, oat crackers, and all kinds of pony-specific snacks that humans would never have thought of up. It was strange seeing them stocked right next to the usual potato chips and pretzels. But I brushed it off and continued toward the pasta aisle. Cooking had become a new habit of mine lately. After years of surviving on instant ramen, frozen dinners, and endless takeout, I’d finally decided to try my hand at making real food. Tonight’s menu? Pasta with a side of garlic bread. Simple, foolproof, and well within my skill set.

“Maybe I’d even grab one of those strange-looking pony snacks for fun. Couldn’t hurt to try something new, right?”

The trip home was quicker than I’d expected. The streets were quieter, with fewer people braving the weather. Overhead, dark clouds loomed, heavy and swollen with the promise of rain.

I barely made it to the front door of my apartment building before the sky opened up, sheets of rain pouring down onto the streets below. Once inside my unit, I kicked off my shoes, took off my hoodie and carried my bags to the kitchen. The familiar, comforting smell of my apartment greeted me, faint traces of coffee and whatever air freshener I’d last remembered to use. I set the bags on the counter, rolling up my sleeves as I unpacked my meal for the night; Pasta.

Preparing and plating my dinner, I marveled at the pure Italian goodness before me—a steaming plate of spaghetti, rich with marinara, and perfectly toasted garlic bread on the side. The aroma wafted up, tantalizing and almost intoxicating. I was ready to dig in, but then, a sudden knock at the door broke the serenity.

I ignored it at first, brushing it off as someone at the wrong address or maybe a solicitor. With my fork poised, I twirled the first bite. But the second knock was sharp, insistent, and impossible to disregard.

I sighed, the small flicker of annoyance breaking through my anticipation. Reluctantly, I set the fork down, the swirling noodles slipping back into the sauce. I glanced at the clock—too late for deliveries, too early for an unannounced visit from anyone who’d actually know me well enough to drop by.

Making my way to the door, I frowned.

"So Who could it possibly be”.

Through the tiny circle of glass, I didn’t see a person but a pony, cloaked and visibly soaked from the downpour outside. The rain glistened off the fabric of their cloak, and they shifted uneasily on their hooves, glancing over their shoulder as if expecting someone to be following them.

Curiosity got the better of me. Sighing, I unlocked the deadbolt and opened the door. Before I could even get a word out, the pony barged in, dripping water onto my floor as they hurried past me.

“Hey!” I snapped at the intruder, spinning around.

“Who do you think you are? You can’t just—”

My words caught in my throat as the pony threw off their cloak, revealing a purple coat that was impossible to mistake. Wings and a horn—a rare combination. My eyes widened as recognition hit me like a freight train.

“Twilight Sparkle?”

Her mane was damp and slightly disheveled, sticking to her neck in places, but it was undeniably her. As she shook out her wings slightly, another figure caught my attention.

Strapped to her front in a secure carrier was a foal—a pale purple, almost a desaturated version of Twilight’s own coat. The foal’s tiny horn poked through a tuft of unruly mane, and they blinked sleepily, unaware of the tension in the room.

I stared at them, then back at her.

“What the hell?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. “What are you doing here? And... With a Foal?” I gestured to the foal, my voice sharp with confusion. “How did you even find out where I live?”

Twilight’s face was a mix of exhaustion and determination, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me take half a step back.

“We need to talk,” she said simply, her voice steady despite everything.

I blinked, the weight of the situation settling in as the foal stirred slightly, letting out a soft whimper.

Whatever this was, it wasn’t going to be simple.

Author's Note

First time writing a story for this fandom, so comments on how I could do better would be helpful.

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“We need to talk,” Twilight said firmly, her tone carrying an odd mix of urgency and exhaustion. Without waiting for my response, she strode purposefully into my shoddy living room. Her eyes scanned the cluttered space, but she didn’t comment, instead heading straight for the couch that had seen better days.

She settled onto the sagging cushions with a small sigh, her wings shifting slightly as she adjusted herself. Then, with a glow of her horn, the straps of the foal carrier around her chest unlatched with a soft click. Carefully, almost reverently, she levitated the tiny bundle in front of her before setting the foal down between her front hooves. The little one squirmed slightly, letting out a soft coo as Twilight gently adjusted the blanket around them with a nudge of her muzzle. Her eyes softened for a moment as she gazed down at the foal, but when she looked back up at me, they were sharp again as if herself bracing for what she was about to say.

As Twilight settled onto the couch like she owned the place, I realized standing awkwardly near the doorway wasn’t going to get me any answers. With a resigned sigh, I shut the door behind me and pulled out a chair from the dining table. Dragging it across the floor, I set it down directly across from her, planting myself in it as she claimed my couch with an air of authority.

The faint click of the carrier straps being undone caught my attention, and for a moment, I was distracted by her deft use of magic. But then she gently set the tiny bundle between her front hooves, and that’s when it hit me.

A foal.

Why was there a foal?

More importantly, why did she look like she was gearing up to deliver a revelation that could either ruin my night—or my entire life?

I blinked, my brain struggling to piece together the scene in front of me. The foal wriggled slightly, letting out a soft, contented noise as Twilight adjusted the blanket around them with a delicate touch. The way her eyes softened as she looked at the little one was enough to tell me this wasn’t just some random child she’d found.

I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat refusing to go away. Should I say something? Ask a question? Maybe crack a joke to break the tension? No, her expression told me this wasn’t a situation where humor would land.

Twilight finally looked up, her eyes locking onto mine with a mix of determination and hesitation. The he grand celebration commemorating the Equiss-Earth Portal Project, weight in her gaze made my stomach twist.

Then, breaking the tense silence, she spoke.
“Do you remember where you were the night of the grand celebration commemorating the Equiss-Earth Portal Project?”

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. Why was she asking about that?
Sure, I did go one of my relatives had some involvement with the portal opening and, surprisingly, decided to invite me. I thought, What the hell? Let’s mingle with high society for a night. It seemed like an interesting way to kill some time.
“Yeah, I was at the celebration," I replied, my mind drifting a bit. "But I don’t remember much from the night.”

From my response, she bit her lip, her gaze dropping for a moment before flicking over to the foal. When she looked back at me, her expression was different—determined, resolute. It was as if a weight had settled in her posture, and somehow, it made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

Why was she looking at me like that? Why had she glanced at the foal before turning back to me? The uneasy feeling creeping up my spine was quickly becoming a full-blown alarm. Something wasn’t adding up.

Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship, ambassador of Equestria an icon of diplomacy and harmony, missing from the public eye for an entire year was now in my living room.

With a newborn foal.

My brain worked overtime trying to process the surreal image before me, but the pieces weren’t falling into place. And then, just as quickly as they didn’t make sense, they did.

“Jacob.”

No.

“The day after that night…” Her voice was calm, but the undertone carried a weight that set my nerves alight.

No, no, no, no.

“I woke up in bed with you.”

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

My mouth went dry, my heart pounding so hard it drowned out any rational thoughts. I stood there like an idiot, caught between denial and outright panic. This couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t happening.

Twilight’s face, resolute and filled with equal parts guilt and determination, told me otherwise. The foal squirmed slightly, letting out a soft, curious coo.

“No,” I managed to croak out, my voice cracking under the weight of disbelief. “That… that can’t be right. There’s no way—”

“There is a way, Jacob,” Twilight interrupted, her voice sharper now, cutting through my frantic denial. “You were there. We both were. And…” She glanced at the wisteria colored foal, her expression softening for just a moment before turning back to me. “…this is the result.”

Her words hit like a freight train. I staggered back, barely catching myself on the edge of the table.

“How… How is that even possible?” I stammered, looking at her, then at the foal, then back at her again. “We’re not even the same—how would—”

Her words struck like a bolt of lightning, leaving me reeling. I stumbled back, gripping the edge of the table to steady myself as the weight of what she’d just said crashed over me.

“How... How is that even possible?” I managed to choke out, my voice trembling. My gaze darted between her and the foal, as if looking at them long enough would somehow make sense of this impossible situation. “We’re not even the same-how could”

Twilight let out a heavy sigh, her ears flattening against her head as her expression softened, though it did little to ease the storm in her eyes. “I don’t have all the answers, Jacob,” she said, her voice laced with weariness. “Believe me, I’ve spent the past year trying to understand it myself. But no amount of questioning or research changes the reality.”

She glanced at the foal, her gaze softening even further before locking onto mine with a resolute intensity.

“This is your daughter. Our daughter: Dusk Sparkle.”

Her words echoed in the room as if the air had thickened with the weight of what she just revealed. My heart raced, my thoughts swirling in a vortex of confusion and disbelief. A daughter? Our daughter? How was this even possible?

Twilight lifted Dusk gently in her magic, positioning her so she faced me completely. The little foal wriggled uncomfortably for a moment before her eyes finally opened, blinking in the soft glow of the room. At first, there was uncertainty in her gaze, but then, as her eyes focused on me, I could see the unmistakable spark of recognition, something that made my chest tighten.

Dusk’s eyes, though still wide with curiosity, were a soft shade of purple. The same color as Twilight’s, only lighter, almost like a reflection of her mother.

The silence hung in the air, charged with an emotion I couldn’t name. And then, after a few moments, the foal let out a tiny squeak, as if to acknowledge me, her little hooves fidgeting in the air.

"She... she looks like you," I whispered, almost as if the words were a question, but it was more of a statement.

Twilight nodded, her gaze never leaving the foal, a soft but knowing smile tugging at her lips. “She’s got a bit of both of us in her.”

I stood frozen, overwhelmed. The reality of what I was being told and what I was now staring at was far beyond anything I could have prepared for. A daughter. My daughter. A foal who, somehow, was connected to both of us.

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to react. It was like the ground had been pulled out from under me, and I was left hovering in an unknown void. The questions—how? Why? The questions tumbled over each other in my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to ask them aloud just yet. The shock of it all was too much to handle.

After a few moments of silence, I spoke.

"Okay, so what do we do now?"

Twilight tilted her head at the question, a slight frown forming on her face as she considered it. "What do you mean?"

My mind was racing, trying to keep up with the gravity of the situation. This was real. I had a daughter. I couldn’t ignore that fact anymore. But how was I supposed to navigate all this?

“Well, now that I know I have a daughter,” I said, voice steady despite the storm in my chest, “I’m obviously going to take responsibility. But we have to talk about the public. Do we keep this a secret, or do we tell everyone? If we tell them, how much of the truth do we share?”

Twilight’s gaze softened slightly, but it was clear she was already thinking along the same lines. She let out a slow breath, her ears flicking back as she considered her words carefully. “I don’t think we can keep her a secret,” she said quietly, but firmly. “Living her life in hiding would be... awful. She deserves better than that. She deserves to know who she is, and for the world to know her too.”

I couldn’t argue with that. The idea of raising my daughter in the shadows, her existence denied or ignored by the world... it didn’t sit right with me.

“You’re right,” I said, swallowing hard. “But it’s going to be a mess, isn’t it? People are going to have questions. And not just about how it happened, but about everything. The world’s not exactly ready for something like this.”

Twilight nodded, her eyes dark with understanding. “I know. I’ve been thinking about this a lot, Jacob. The truth might shake things up more than we’re prepared for. But keeping her hidden is... not an option. She’s part of us both, and the world deserves to know that.”

A quiet silence filled the room as the weight of her words settled between us. I looked at Dusk, still nestled in her magic, her tiny eyes bright with curiosity despite the overwhelming circumstances. She didn’t deserve to grow up thinking she was a secret. She deserved more than that.

“So, what now?” I asked, the uncertainty still hanging in the air.

“We take a deep breath, and we face it head-on,” Twilight said, her voice steady despite the fear in her eyes. “We’ll have to deal with the backlash, the questions, everything. But I’ll stand by you. We’ll make sure she has a life she can be proud of. Together.”

I nodded, meeting her gaze with a newfound resolve. It wasn’t going to be easy. It might break everything I knew about my world. But for Dusk, it was the only choice. And together, we’d figure it out. No matter the consequences.

[Time Skip – Next Day]

Twilight had stayed the night in my spare room, though neither of us had gotten much sleep. I had hardly processed the whirlwind of events from the previous day, and it seemed like Twilight hadn’t either. The weight of everything pressing down on us was enough to leave even the most resolute questioning the next step. But we were in this together now. And we had a daughter to care for.

I was sitting in the living room, gently rocking Dusk in my arms as I fed her a bottle of milk. The bottle had appeared out of nowhere, courtesy of Twilight’s magic, it was as if she could pull things out of thin air. For a moment, the world seemed oddly still. It felt peaceful, holding her this way, watching her tiny hooves curl around the bottle. Maybe, just for a second, everything could be alright.

But then I heard the unmistakable hum of magic from the other room, followed by the low murmur of Twilight's voice.

[Twilight Sparkle POV]

I stood in front of the standing mirror in Jacob’s guest room, my hooves steady despite the nervous energy buzzing through me. The weight of the situation was starting to hit harder than I expected. Jacob, of all creatures, was the one I had to turn to for help—and now, we were both thrust into something far beyond our understanding.

With a practiced breath, I activated the scrying spell, watching as the mirror’s surface shimmered, revealing the silhouette of Princess Celestia on the other side. Her golden, ethereal form soon solidified in the glass, her eyes narrowing as she took in my image.

“Twilight,” Celestia’s voice echoed softly, full of warmth and concern. “I trust you are well?”

I opened my mouth to speak but hesitated. There was so much to say, so much to explain, and yet no words seemed adequate to describe how much my world had shifted overnight. But time was against us, and I couldn’t afford to linger on the uncertainty.

“I’m... managing,” I replied, my voice quieter than I intended. “But things are more complicated than I thought, Celestia. Jacob knows about Dusk now.”

Celestia nodded slowly, her golden mane flowing behind her as if moving in a wind that didn’t exist. "I see. And how does he feel about the situation?"

I sighed, glancing back towards the sound of Jacob’s voice. He was in the living room, cooing at Dusk in that soft, tender way that made my heart ache with an emotion I couldn't fully name. My instincts told me that he wasn’t ready for the magnitude of what was ahead, but neither was I.

"He’s… struggling," I admitted, my ears flicking nervously. "But he’s trying. I think he knows, deep down, that his life will never be the same again. He wants to do what’s right for her, but I can tell it’s hard for him."

"This will not be easy for him, or for you, Twilight. But you must remain strong—for Dusk, and for Jacob. Both of them need you now more than ever."

I closed my eyes, absorbing her words. She was right, of course. No matter how difficult this was, we couldn’t retreat. Dusk deserved more than to grow up in secrecy and fear. She deserved a world where her existence wasn’t hidden away, where she could live freely and without shame.

With a deep breath, I steadied myself before continuing. "I don’t know how long we can keep this secret, Celestia. The world is going to find out eventually. But Jacob... I don’t know how much of the truth he’s ready to handle. What do we tell the public?"

Celestia’s gaze softened, as if she knew exactly what I was struggling with. "You and Jacob will have to make that decision together. But be honest with him, Twilight. The truth has a way of coming out, whether we want it to or not. I trust you both will find the best way forward."

As her words hung in the air, I heard Jacob’s voice again—this time, laughing softly at something Dusk had done. It was clear that, despite everything, a bond was already forming between them. A bond that I wasn’t sure I could even begin to describe.

I swallowed hard, wiping away a tear that had suddenly appeared at the corner of my eye. I wasn’t sure what the future would hold, but I was more certain than ever that we couldn’t hide Dusk away forever. Her light was too bright, her potential too vast.

“I’ll do whatever it takes,” I whispered, more to myself than to Celestia. "I just need to know we’re doing the right thing."

"I know you will, Twilight," Celestia said, her voice carrying a reassuring calm. "And when the time comes, we will be ready."

With that, the scrying mirror faded, and Celestia's image disappeared from view. I was left in the quiet room, the weight of the future pressing down on me.

Turning my head, I glanced toward the living room. Jacob was now sitting on the couch, holding Dusk in his arms. His gaze was focused entirely on her—eyes soft, almost in awe.

Seeing him like that... it gave me hope. Maybe, just maybe, everything would be okay.

For now, all I could do was keep moving forward. And in that moment, with the soft sound of Jacob's voice humming over Dusk's tiny breaths, I finally felt a glimmer of certainty in my heart.

We would figure this out. Together.

Author's Note

not completely sold on the foal's name, any suggestions