The night turned to day, and slowly the white fur became purple once again, and the hair regained its purple coloring, even down to the individual highlights in Twilight’s mane. She slowly opened her eyes. Her body was aching, but in a weird way it was more a numbness then actual severe pain. Her muscles were really sore, but she couldn’t remember why. All she remembers was going to Vinyl to complain, but the rest seemed like she was in the dark.

“Wow, that was some rush.”

A scream later, Vinyl entered the librarian’s bedroom.

“Twi, what happened? Are you O.K.?” the DJ asked, with real concern in her voice.

“I don’t know. I just woke up, I don’t remember a thing from last night and a voice, similar to mine began to talk to me, and…” she rambled, her voice hardly catching up to her mind's will to say how she felt.

“Shh, it’s alright. That is just... Bass Cannon, I believe?” Vinyl retorted, her hoof placed firmly on Twilight’s lips

“Yes, mam! I just dropped by!” the voice responded, with obvious attempt to stress the word “drop”.

“Oh great. Of all the ponies in Equestria, I find one that has the dirty pleasure of lame jokes.” Vinyl facehoofed.

“Wait, you can hear her too?!”

“Yes, Twi, I can, all the Sisters can. Now please follow me into the kitchen. I will explain, or at least try to everything over a
nice breakfast and some soothing cup of tea.” the DJ responded, and Twilight soon followed.

The kitchen was already set for a nice breakfast. Pancakes, with some syrup were stacked on two plates, and a glass of orange juice to really get the day going was right next to it.

“I hope you like sugar, because after last night, you'll need the energy.” Vinyl said, as the two mares sat down on their chairs.

“Now, all calmed down?”

“I…I guess. I feel like I want to jump out of my skin, but I guess I am as calm as I can be in this sort of situation.” Twilight said, visibly shaken by the whole ordeal.

“Okay, I'm guessing you want to know what happened last night. First of all, I want to tell you that I am sorry.”

“What for? I don’t remember a thing.”

“Oh yes you do, it’s just that your dream is in fact your memory.”

“That can’t be true, I mean I did dream I was at your house, but my fur was white and I was …”

“Dryhumping the speakers?”

“Yes, that too… Wait, what?! That actually happened?!” Twi said, as her face froze.

“Yes, Twilight Sparkle, that actually happened. And all the other stuff you said, you did in that “dream” actually did happen last night.”

The moment of silence was only broken by an occasional tweet from the birds that were nesting in the tree Twilight called home, and the sound of swallowing of both pancakes and, in Twilight’s case, saliva.

“Now then, as I said, I will try to explain. What can you tell me about the time Discord first appeared in Equestria, Twilight?”

After a second, the purple pony sprang back into action, her brain focusing only on the question at hand, hoping to avoid both the thought of last night and the voice inside her head. “Well, the records tell how Discord was the cause of the appearance of The Changlings, the curse on Queen Chrysalis, the Chaos he created…”

“Yes, but is there a record of how he cursed her, and when?”

“No, not that I know of.”

“Exactly. All the records were destroyed long ago. Except, for that of the spoken word.” the DJ paused

“That is impossible. If someone destroyed the records, we would know.”

“It’s quite easy to make things vanish when you are in charge.”

“Celestia?!”

“Luna, actually. But we are getting way ahead of ourselves. Now, the story goes like this; Queen Chrysalis was just a Princess back then, and she held a party in her honor. She was even getting married. But, Discord arrived, and, well, crashed the party, quite literary. As he stood in the rubble of the main hall, a thought came to him. Usually, those thoughts were pure nonsense, but in one rare moment of clarity, he had an truly evil idea. He would curse all the ponies with unique curses, and let them populate Equestria, and spread them like diseases. Luckily for our world, the roof killed most of the guests, so the curses died right there with them. Only two survived the wreckage; the Queen, and the castle bard. Those two curses are still known to those who need to know as The Changling Curse, and as The Beat. And last night, you became …”

“A Beatnik?” Bass Canon interrupted

“Or for the love of Luna! What I meant to say is a Sister.” Vinyl continued, visibly aggravated.

“Cursed?! But surely there must be a way to “uncurse” me. If I tell Celestia, then…”

“No! Not her, not anybody, unless I tell you to! We have a deal with Luna that cannot be broken, do you understand?” Vinyl replied, as she approached her Sister.

“What deal?”

“Well, let’s just say that technically, we are ponies as much as the Changlings in the eyes of our Sun Goddess. We are not supposed to be living in Equestria. Thankfully, Luna doesn’t agree with her sister on the whole agenda, so she protects us, but under some rules. We are her force against Chrysalis.”

Vinyl pulled a letter from her saddlebag, which was hung on the chair she was sitting, and gave it to Twilight.
It was old, and written in old Canterlot voice:

• No one shall know that you are one of Them but your Sisters.

• You answer to me and me only

• No pony shall be harmed by your powers

Princess Luna

“Wow… wait, what powers does she speak of?” Twilight inquired, as she now believed Vinyl completely.

“Well, we can run at the speed of sound. We can also see a Changling even if it is in disguise, and we can manipulate sound waves as well.”

“Really, you're not pulling my leg here?”

“Honest. Most of my equipment is for show, I usually do the scratching with my powers instead." Scratch smiled. It had been a while she was able to say that to someone.

“That all sounds, well believable. But about the voice in my head?”

“Ah yes. Well, the profession of the original curse bearer might be the reason it’s transmitted by music, but it’s nature is more devious. You see, what the curse does is, that it takes every last dirty pleasure, every secret you ever had. Even every lustful gaze upon somepony and creates your other self, if you will. In your case, Bass Cannon.”

“Wait, she is me, but isn’t? I am a little confused here Vinyl.”

“I know you are, but let me explain. After The Initiation you were subjected to, you will never be the same. Those who survive the first year, usually live their life normally, or as normally as they can.”

“What do you mean, those who survive?”

“Think about it Twi. You deepest darkest desires, everything you ever held back. What if somepony was suicidal, or had some weird thing for vore, or …”

“I get it, please stop!” Twi screamed, as she understood the gravity of this ordeal.

“And there is also the other aspect of the curse, The Hunger. Just like the Changlings need love to survive, so do we need to fill our mind with thrill. When you transform into Bass Canon, it usually means some of your fantasies have to fulfilled in order to transform back.”

“Transform, like last night? Will I always look like that when I change?”

“Why you, I am one sexy mare!” Bass pouted.

“Yes, all the sisters have white fur and a bluish colored mane, just like The Changelings have holes in their hooves. Blame Discord for that.”

“White fur… so are you now changed Vinyl? Or is that your new name?”

“Twi, turn around.” Vinyl responded calmly.

As she did, she saw that the mirror showed her, but she was Bass Cannon. Blue mane, magenta eyes, and a sexy flank to boot. But next too her was a pony with gray fur and brown mane, with regular glasses. She seemed kind of familiar, but Twilight couldn’t quite figure out why.

“Remember that optics shop in Canterlot, right next to The Magic Kindergarten, and the little filly that would sometime sit behind the counter as her dad went in the back?”

“Short Sight? Is that you?”

“It’s been so long since I heard that name.”

“ Why don’t you change back?”

“Well, I can’t. My fight ended long ago, and I both lost and won.”

“What do you mean? I might become Bass Cannon completely?”

“Yes, that is a possibility. After a year, you will have a choice, you either stay Twilight, become Bass Cannon, or you gain the ability to change at will. The thing is, if you deny yourself time as Bass, you will either die from starvation, or go insane like most of those who tried to deny themselves. If you lose yourself fully, well you end up as me. The thing is, can you walk the thin line?” Vinyl said, real concern in her voice.

“Tell me, is there any Short Sight left in there?”

“Yes, there always will be. My love for eyewear, my love for optics as well as my love for my parents remains the same. It’s too bad I never could tell them after it happened.”

As tears flew down the DJ’s eyes, Twilight hugged her Sister, comforting her. Only after the mare calmed down did Twilight broke the silence.

“Okay. Thank you for all of this information. But be realistic. What are the chances I will survive the first year?”

“As far as I know, there are ten Sisters in all of Equestria who are still alive, out of the thousand who get infected ever twenty five years or so. Five in Canterlot, two in Manehattan, and three here in Ponyville.

“Wow, those are really bad odds… Three, here?”

“Yes. We will talk to our Sister soon enough, but until the rest of town returns from the parade, why don’t I show you at least the positive effects of The Curse, while nopony can see us?”

“Might as well.”

The door opened, and the two Sisters went outside. Twilight knew she had an enormous task in front of her, but her mind was set on defeating this curse.

Author's Note

This one is a massive infodump, but I thought to get it out of the way quickly, before the others show up, and Twi's mind get's the better of her.

EDIT : I would like to take the time and thank x3z8 (http://www.fimfiction.net/user/x3z8) for taking the time and effort into editing this story, so that it reaches it's full potential. Eyery chapter will be editied from now on. I hope you enjoy reading as we did writing/editing it did.