1. The New You

I had been in pain, but there was a moment of respite. Why had I been in pain? I couldn't remember anything. It took true effort to remember my parents, their names I had forgotten, but their faces still lasted in my mind's eye.

My lungs felt heavy, the air seemed thick. I had to gasp to stay alive. I didn't want to stop breathing, because every time I rest for a moment, I panic from the feeling that my lungs don't seem to work on their own anymore. I was getting desperately tired, but I feared that I would stop breathing if I were to fall asleep.

Then I felt a mask placed upon my face. It filled my lungs with air, then released it all for me. I relaxed, immediately falling unconscious. It didn't seem like it was but seconds later that I heard the whirring of the machine. I tensed throughout my body as the pain returned to me once again.

The pain was gone again, but this time something was different. I was curled up in a ball. It was warm, and I was comfortable. It felt like I was in a cocoon of blankets and pillows. I could breath fine again. I only needed to adjust my legs just a little bit to get completely comfortable.

I fell asleep and awoke several more times after that, every time I usually needed to adjust, but I was never hungry, thirsty, or really needed to worry about any bodily necessities. The walls of my comfortable cocoon seemed to grow tighter and tighter every time I awoke, though, and it began to get harder and harder to go back to sleep as I grew less and less comfortable.

It was yet another time that I awoke when I grumbled to myself. Now I really was uncomfortable. The walls were no longer pillows, but seemed hard like rocks. I pushed against the opposite wall. I could make out light from the outside. There was the shadow of some kind of paw, but nothing more that I could see.

I really wanted to stretch, and I was growing hungry. This cocoon was far too small for me, now. I pushed against my surroundings, twisting myself to try to find a weakness in the wall. I tried calling for help, but no one seemed to hear.

Finally, I got as steady as possible on my feet, then jumped up to heat the ceiling of my prison.

Crack!

I heard the crack from the ceiling, but then another problem appeared. My cocoon must have not been on steady ground, and I felt myself roll, then fall.

I landed with another crackling as the wall began to crumble. My breath had been knocked out of me, though, and I needed to take a moment. I felt strangely weak with how quickly I tired. My prison rocked back and forth lightly and I found myself being lulled to sleep again.

As the cocoon stopped rocking, I began pushing at the shell around me. The cracks were large enough to see light through, and a couple holes had become apparent. It was easier to break after the fall. I managed to kick holes in the bottom, but then my feet got stuck. It was definitely cooler outside of my cocoon.

I pushed off with my legs once again and managed to flip over onto my back, finally breaking the rest of the shell that was left.

shaking and pushing the remaining pieces off of me, I looked around.

Everything was huge! I felt like I was as small as a mouse as I looked around at the little room. There was an empty pedestal, a small bookcase, a cat bed, and a chair. Beside the bookshelf, there was a small window, letting in warm sunlight that illuminated the shell of my... egg? It looked like a giant, brown and cream egg, glimmering in the light from outside.

I felt a twitch on top of my head as I heard a sound, which suddenly became clearer. Footsteps and voices. "What was that crash?" A woman's voice asked. "Could it have been-" Someone shushed her and their footsteps grew quieter. I could still hear them fine, as they approached a wooden door to the room I was in.

My heart raced. Where was I? I quickly crawled under the chair, hiding from the loud giants.

The door opened. I saw red slipper adorned feet enter the room, followed by a pair of black sneakers. "Andrew, look! It hatched!" The lady said. "Where did it go?"

A knee set itself beside one of the sneakers, followed by a hand, then a young man's face appeared. He had brown eyes and black hair, and bright white teeth that showed themselves when he spotted me. "Found it." He said.

The slippers were greeted by a pair of knees and hands as the lady went to her hands and knees to look. "Aww, it's so adorable!" She squealed, blue eyes sparkling.

The man's hand reached for me, but I flinched back. 'No!', I cried, but the sound that seemed to really escape me was; "Vee!" I tried to escape him, but his hand was big enough to wrap around my waist and pull me out of my hiding place.

He lifted me above his head as he stood up and looked me over. "Female." He said as he brought me to his chest and scratched my head. It felt good, but I didn't want to be held. I struggled, but he was far stronger than my attempts. He looked to the blue-eyed woman. "It wasn't just a collector's item, Marie, it wasn't a joke..." He looked back down at me. "I can't believe it... A real Eevee..."

I stopped struggling. W-What!? I can't be... I looked down at myself. I could make out the puffy, cream-colored neck fur, and my little, brown paws. I was overly fluffy, especially that cream-tipped tail.

This wasn't possible.

"What should we call her?" The man asked.

"I know..." She looked at him with a smile, then down to me. She bent her knees and kissed my forehead. "Rarity."