And Suddenly, I'm Fluttershy

Dreams

Bartholomew

I looked about, trying to catch my bearing, only then realizing that there were no bearings to catch. Brilliant.

Around me was all white, stretching infinitely in every direction.

"I must be dreaming," I said to myself.

I brought my arm up to my chin to contemplate what to do next. Wait. I have arms! I'm back in my old body!

"HA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..." my voice trailed off.

I was clearly dreaming which meant... Blast, I'm likely still in Fluttershy's body. With that realization, I slumped a bit.

"Thou art not Fluttershy," said a voice behind me.

I turned and saw a pony standing (if one can call it that) there.

She (it was clearly female) was a deep blue, her hair like the night sky, glittering with stars in constellations unknown to man or pony, and waving in a nonexistent breeze. On hear head was both a horn and a small crown. She also wore some sort of ceremonial armor, a finely carved plate of metal with a crescent moon, as well an boots that appeared to be made of some sort of sparkling diamond. She was oddly proportioned for a pony, looking much closer to an earth horse. And then, I noticed the wings. They were folded on her back, and thus difficult to see, but they were there nonetheless.

Her presence was deeply felt, a stirring in my very being, compelling me to prostrate myself before her. I, of course, would do no such thing, but the urge to bow remained.

"What are you?" she asked me.

"I could ask the same, you have both a horn and wings!"

"We," she said, "art an Alicorn."

"And I am a human."

"Human? We have heard this term somewhere before..." her voice trailed off.

"And I've never heard of an Alicorn. It seems to me that you know more of me than I do of you."

"We know little of thy kind, save that thou seem'st to posess intelligence."

"Do you always do that?"

"Do what?"

"Speak... like a farcical stereotype of Early Modern English?"

"OUR MANNER OF SPEECH IS NOT FARCICAL, IMPETOUS WHELP!"

I fell to my knees, clutching my ears in agony.

"Oh no! We art truly sorry, our temper sometimes gets away from us."

She looked at me with concern in her eyes.

"You've got a pair of lungs there, lassie," I said in a fake Scottish accent, trying to stand up without losing what little dignity I had left.

"Dost thou needeth medical attention?"

"Other than the slight ringing in my ears, no," I said. "Although there is the matter that you are somehow in my dreams."

"We art the Empress and Keeper of Dreams," she said, "'Tis our duty to patrol the subconscious, and ward off nightmares."

"This is the first I've heard of such a thing."

"Where dost thou live, to have not heard of us?"

"Texas," I said, affecting an accent, "And we don't take too kindly to trespassers in these here parts."

"Your protest is duly noted, but we have never heard of a land called Texas before."

"I'm not surprised," I said, slipping back into an more standard American accent. "It's probably in a completely different universe. Don't quote me on that."

"Art thou from a differing reality?"

"Possibly."

"Dost thy species frequent dreams as well?"

"If you mean to ask if we dream, then yes."

"We meant, dost thy species patrol the subconscious like us?

"No, we don't do anything of the sort."

"Then what art thou doing in Fluttershy's dream?"

"A bigger question is, what am I doing in Fluttershy's body?"

"THOU HAST POSSESSED DEAREST FLUTTERSHY? BEGONE, FOUL DEMON, OR FACE THE WRATH OF LUNA OURANOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"GAH!!!!!!!" I shouted, feeling only pain.

As I fell to the ground, she reared up on her hind legs, preparing to strike at my fallen form.

I groaned, turning over to face her. Upon seeing her ready to strike, I attempted to speak, only to find that I could not.

"PREPARE TO DIE," she said, "ANY LAST WORDS?"

"Stop," I managed to get out, shielding myself with one hand.

"Why shouldst we do such a thing?"

"Because I didn't ask to be thrown into someone else's body."

She paused at that, and went to all fours again. She walked towards me, peering into my eyes.

"Then why art thou in Fluttershy's body?" she asked, her eyes filled with rage.

"I don't know."

"How didst thou get here!?" she said, her voice raising.

"I don't know."

"TELL ME!!!"

"I don't know."

She turned away from me and trotted off, fading into the distance. But I saw something in her eyes as she turned to go.

They were tears.

Luna

Luna trotted to her balcony to lower the moon. She was sad to see her night go, and even sadder at the events that had transpired then. She needed to speak to her sister, before taking a much needed rest.

She walked in among the halls of Canterlot Castle. For others, who didn't see them on a daily basis, they were marvelous, full of grandeur and awe-inspiring, but for her, they were merely halls, spaces between rooms, there only purpose to lengthen the distance she had to walk to the Grand Dine.

She arrived into the room where royalty traditionally ate, not feeling hungry in the slightest, her appetite having been brutally murdered by the events of the previous night.

"Sister, we need to talk."

"What is it, Luna?" Celestia asked her sister, taking a sip of her coffee, "You don't look well."

"Some creature has possessed Flutershy."

Celestia spat out her drink, "WHAT?"

"Some manner of creature has taken over Fluttershy's body," Luna said.

"I need to send Twilight a letter," said Celestia, "How is this possible?"

"We knowest not, dear sister, and neither does the creature."

"So this was an accident?"

"Possibly."

"Hmm. Luna?"

"Yes?"

"Do you fancy a trip to Ponyville?"