Part 1: Dreamer
You don't like this too much. Other ponies staring at you, waiting for you to speak.
"Princess Luna? We're waiting for an answer." The finely dressed stallion says while tapping his hoof in annoyance.
"S-sorry Mr.Hueington, I believe the purple will work just nicely."
"Thank you Princess Luna."
As he walks away, you swear you heard him mumble something under his breath.
It was only four months ago since you were brought back to Canterlot after your thousand years of isolation. Things were still weird with you. It was only natural ponies acted suspicious or frightened around you. After all, you did promise to shroud Canterlot in a never ending blanket of darkness. But all the awkward moments with just about everypony you've come across, helped increase your social anxiety. Even talking with your dear sister, Celestia, is still hard.
The only thing you look forward to now is the night. Not because you have control over it or the fact you can be alone with your thoughts. But you'll get to see him. You hope he doesn't stay up too late, so you can enter his dreams earlier. He makes you feel normal. He makes you feel, wanted.
The night comes, the sunsets, and you raise the faint glowing sphere to give the night atmosphere a dim lighting.Excitement courses throughout your body as you enter the Dreamscape. The Dreamscape is a place where you can enter the dreams of any and everypony. Walking through the Dreamscape, you spot the dreams of your beloved.
'Come now Luna, you've done this before. Tonight shall be no different from the others.'
Various emotions make your body shake as you slowly approach the dream. You're absorbed into the dream cloud. Once you know your fully in you look at yourself in a nearby mirror, inside a shop window. Just like the other nights, your features have changed.
Instead of four, you now stand on two legs. Your muzzle has flattened on your face and is replace with a small nose and mouth. Front hooves now become skinny, and at the end are hands with fingers you wiggle a couple times. As you stood on your new two legs, you see you body change curvy on your torso, then edge out again as it goes to your ass and thighs. Breast have moved north on your torso, and have noticeably grown into C-cups.
A breeze comes by and sends a shiver down your spine. That's when you fully realize your standing naked outside.
"I better go get some clothes. Even though I shall not need them in an hour or so." You say with a giggle.
Since this is a dream, and you're the princess of the night, you dream up a simple dress. It's black velvet, with two spaghetti straps. You adjust your hair one more time before heading towards his house.
The trip is a short one. But you take the time to admire the beautiful night he's invented with his mind. In the Dreamscape, people's thoughts or sub conscious thoughts come to life. You can add or change things, but this human has made such a beautiful night. Why change it?
The sound of clicking fills the air as your heels make contact with the dirt road. Cool breezes shake the tall grass in the meadows, and crickets make a tune with the hooting of an owl. Before you know it, you're at the red door you love to see so much.
Knock on the door a few times. After a few seconds, the man that takes your breath away arrives.
"Hello Laura. It's always nice to see that beautiful face of yours."
He passionately kisses you. His tongue tries to find the path to the inside of your mouth. You pull off of him, panting for breath.
"We have plenty of time for that Anon. Let's just enjoy ourselves."
"My apologies. Please, come in." He gives you a warm smile and steps to the side to let you in.
This dream has been occurring for the past few weeks now. It just popped up out of nowhere, but you're not going to complain. Every night you're visited by a beautiful girl with teal eyes that pierce your heart. Her skin was soft to the touch. Her smile and laugh warmed your heart.
You loved her laugh. It was like a cute little chuckle with a small snort at the end. Sleeping was one of the few things you looked forward to, so you could see her again. You are Anonymous, and you're in love with a girl from your dreams.
Invite the beauty into your house and show her the way to the dinner that was prepared. Both of you idly chat and laugh the time away with food and wine. Pretty soon your both a little tipsy. The beautiful girl stumbles her way over to you and sits on your lap.
"H-hey." She says with her arms hooked around your neck.
"Yeah?"
"I-*hick, I think you're really cute."
"Do ya now?" You say with a chuckle.
"D-do you think I'm pretty?"
You brush a strand of loose hair behind her ears. Your hand traces down the locks of midnight blue hair.
"Yes, you're very pretty Laura."
There's a moment of silence. The only thing that can be heard is the exchange of hot breath, that brushes over your face. The smell of wine lingers in her breath. She looks deeply into your eyes, almost as if they're telling a story, and she's trying to find out what happens next. Slowly, your lips connect with each other in a deep, passionate kiss. You're not sure if it's the wine, the ambiance, or both, but this kiss is different from the others. I guess you could say you felt "the spark" everyone says you feel when you find that special someone.
The act of passion is broken. Once more she's staring into your story-telling eyes. She rests her head on your chest and inhales deeply, trying to trap your scent within her nose. It seems like hours that you just sit there and hold her.
But you wouldn't want it any other way. The deepening silence is broken.
"Anon?"
"Yes?" You answer.
"I-I think I lov-."
BEEP BEEP BEEP.
The dreaded dream breaker sounds throughout your room. Your fist quickly makes it go quiet. You sit up and hang your legs off the side of your bed.
"It all seemed so real."
It's almost like you can still feel the warmth of the pretty, teal-eyed girl snuggling into your chest. The remembrance of the dream fills your heart with happiness, but that all goes away to soon when you realize she still isn't real. The longing for human companionship still inhabited your thoughts. Nopony really blamed you, after all you are the only one of your species.
That however, didn't stop the mares from still trying to get your attention, and some stallions. Shake the memory of Big Mac presenting himself to you.
Begin your day with the normal triple s routine and head downstairs for a quick breakfast before work. Pop some toast in the toaster and grab a glass of milk. When you finish your breakfast, you head out the door.
Pause and look at the beautiful morning in front of you. The air was cool and crisp. Celestia really used her paint brush this morning, making the blue sky fade to purple then grown into a hot pink as it crept toward the rising sun. The sounds of chirping birds fill the air. Pure happiness just to simply be alive on this beautiful morning washes over you. Sadly, you can't admire the scenery forever.
You start the walk to work, but you take your time so you can enjoy the tranquility as long as possible. Approach a large wooden sign that reads 'Sweet Apple Acres'. The work was hard, but you preferred it that way. Like your dad always told you "The fruits of your labor taste so much sweeter, when you break a sweat for it." Your daydreaming distracts you long enough for you to bump into AppleJack.
"Howdy Anon! Ready to get started?" The more than enthusiastic to get working cowpony asks.
"You betcha AppleJack! Lemme just grab my gloves from the barn."
"Alrighty, I'll be making my way to the western part of the orchard."
You jog over to the barn, and open the big, wooden, red door. On the work bench you see your two trusty work gloves. The left, Mighty Moe. The right, Eeny Meany. Since you didn't have the leg strength to buck the apples, Big Mac was able to fix you up and nice pair of gloves. Well, they were more like gauntlets then gloves. Seeing as how they're made of iron and bronze. With these babies, you can "buck" any tree in the orchard without hurting your hand.
The hardest the was they both weigh about 20 pounds each, which may not seem like much, but carrying them around for a solid three hours before a break really wears you out. Regardless. It was hard work and you liked nothing more than the feeling of a hard days work.
"Time to get to work!" You say banging the two metal gloves together.
"Every time!" You say in a frustrated tone.
Right when you're about to confess your true emotions toward the human, he wakes up! A heavy sigh escapes from you.
'It's not like he could ever share these same passionate feelings that I have.' You think to yourself.
You lay and stare blankly at your ceiling.
"He has feelings for Laura, not me."
You raise your hoof so you can see it. Oh how you wish it would turn into a hand. How you wish to be able to wiggle those little appendages against his strong arms again. A knock disrupts your thoughts.
"Princess Luna. Princess Celestia requires your appearance in the throne room." A guard says through your closed door.
"Of course. We'll be present with our sister momentarily."
The sounds of hoof steps getting quieter as the guard leaves your presence echos through the lonely halls. Everyday your dear sister would summon you to the throne room just to ask how you're doing or answer any questions you have or just to talk. She means well, but you know she's trying to make sure you don't go crazy... again.
With a yawn and a stretch, you leave your bed. Magic helps you get ready as you walk down the hallway to the throne room. Two guards stand at attention outside two massive doors that lead into the throne room.
"Morning Princess Luna!" They say in unison as the two doors open.
You simply nod at their greeting and make your way down the red and gold trim carpet.
"Greetings Dear sister." You say with a bow to the alabaster pony sitting on a throne.
"Sister please. You don't have to bow." She says with a warm chuckle and smile.
"Anyways, how are you this morning."
Roll your eyes in annoyance. "We are doing the same as every other day, fine."
Celestia seems to frown at your answer.
"Oh I have something I wish to share with you." She says, instantly cheering up.
You look to her, waiting for her to share her news.
"Next week we are throwing a party for Twilight and her friend Anonymous the human."
Your heart skips a beat. 'She didn't say what I think she said, did she?'
Celestia clops her hooves together.
"Oh of course other guests will be there and we haven't really started the planning, besides picking the date."
Celestia's voice seems to drift farther and farther away as your thoughts take over. You're emotions are in a clutter.
Happy. 'I should be happy! I get to see the one I love!"
Dread. 'He doesn't love me, he loves Laura.'
Optimistic. 'But I am Laura! My physical appearance is just not that of Laura's! 'There's a way to change my appearance, but it's never been done to look like a human.'
"Oh I so hope everypony will have fun." Celestia says, snapping you back to attention.
"Do you have any ideas, Luna?"
"N-no, everything you've said sounds just fine. Now if you'll excuse me, I must attend to some serious business."
Without another word you gallop out of the throne room and head straight to the Royal Library. Once there you calm yourself and open the large oak door. You walk into a room that has thousands of years of knowledge to offer you. Quietly, make your way to the isle on transformation spells. The books were anywhere from a novice level, to advanced. Grab as many advanced books as you possibly can and head for a table to begin studying.
You wipe the sweat from your stinging eyes using your shirt. The sun is setting on your laboring day of work. You sit on a hill, with Eeny Meany and Mighty Moe by your side, enjoying the sunset. That's just the type of guy you are. You love the scenery of this place.
"Ready to call it a day?"
Turn to see AppleJack approaching from behind.
"Hey AJ. Sure I was just trying to cool off." You say getting up and grabbing your gauntlets.
"Let's head on over ta the barn and I'll give ya this weeks pay."
Sling your shirt around your shoulders. "Sounds good ta me."
AppleJack just stands there and stars at your bare-chested glory.
"Hey AJ?" You say snapping your fingers to get her attention.
"Huh, wha-?"
Point to her mouth, signaling that she has some drool. She blushes and turns away from you to clean it off. You can't help but laugh. AppleJack was one of the mares who tried to get your attention. But she wasn't as bad as her. Shivers are sent down your spine as you think of that monster. No one believes the things you say that she tries to do with you. She's fooled everyone by being a "shy mare who just wants to take care of animals." That's what they all told you, but there's a monster hidden under those teal eyes.
You must have been thinking for quite some time because you're already at the barn.
'Was I just walking this entire time? Ah well.' You think.
"Here's this weeks pay." AppleJack hands you a large sack of bits.
"Whoa, AJ. This is a lot."
"Well you've been workin' hard these past few day, I reckon I'd give you some extra."
Wrap her in a hug. "Thanks AJ."
She seems shocked by the sudden grip around her, but she slowly gives in and hugs you back. You take your leave and wave goodbye to AppleJack. It was still light outside, colts and fillies still ran about trying to get as much play time in before their parents called them in for the night. The leaves rattle throughout the trees. Close your eyes and take a deep breath of the fresh Equestrian air.
"I think I'll stop by Sugar Cube Corner and pick up some sweets." You say to no one in particular.
The town was some what lively as you walked through it. Must be the new spring weather. Ponies hustled and bustled to get to their locations, some waving hi to you and others walking right by. Spot the bakery that's straight out of a fairy tale. Open the door and a bell rings to signal that a customer has entered. Before you can blink you're squeezed to death by a pink pony hopped up on sugar.
"Pinkie...can't...breath."
"Oh sorry Nonny." She releases her grip from you.
"Thanks..." You say panting.
"Didyouhearthesuperduperultraexcitingnews?"
"No, and Pinkie. Slow down when you talk."
She takes a deep breath.
"Twilight invited us to a party at Canterlot Palace!"
Your eyebrows raise in slight surprise. "When is this shin-dig?"
"I don't know when it is. I got too excited to hear the rest of the details and raced out of Twilight's house."
"That sounds like something you'd do."
"Anywho the reason I came here was-."
Pinkie holds out a bag of delicious sweetness. Take the bag and look at the contents inside. It was everything you were going to order.
"How'd you kn-."
You look back to see Pinkie is gone and left a note on the counter. 'Dear Nonny, I always know. Love Pinkie.'
'That's kind of creepy.'
Take your sack of goodies and head over to Twilight's which isn't too far from Sugar Cube Corner.
"Oh I can't wait!"
You eep quietly. Twilight has invited you and everyone else at a party in Canterlot Palace. The ambiance will be perfect for you and Anon, your lover. He'll see just how beautiful you truly are. He's been hiding his feelings away, but he'll crack. Flutter up to the mirror and hold up the beautiful dress Rarity made for you.
You are Fluttershy.
And Anon will be yours.
END Part 1