A Muzzling Good Night

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I had apparently been served a breakfast on the bed, just after I woke up, and they knew my taste, to top it all off? I couldn't refuse, just as I was enjoying it too much to.

Maybe it shouldn't be such a chock, still wearing the very same black sut, in place of the one I came in? It had been made for me, and on me, perfect fit. Maybe it would even lend me some more apreciation? Considering how people viewed me, in the previous suit?

Just that I'm not the same girl, as I had been back then, it is obvious, in any case, and in any situation. The hooves, I just can't hide them. Just as I can never wear the boots I came in. Maybe I don't care? Why?

This is where the strange, but enjoyable detail came into play.

“Just follow me!” Pinkie stated.

I thought nothing of it, maybe she had something exciting to show, so I followed her, hands down, and not a thought to question her. Maybe I should? Or, it is just as well, she is after all Pinkie Pie, and you should have learned by now, never tquestion her?

At first, I had just followed her out onto the street. Wearing all the clothes I need, I did not need to bother with the issue, anyway. Then she just went over the streat, towards a high-rising building. One of thes glass and steel scrapers. I guess there was some excitement about it, in her mind? She had none of them, where she came from, from what I recall.

Had I stopped, thinking twice, I would have been standing on the ground, before the building, now I simply followed her, up the wall. I felt a bit strange, just walking up the wall, like any of the pesky flies? Yet, I soon realised my hooves still had all the grip I could ask for, and thus made it fairly easy, just lift a hoof at the time, and it is all fine.

Had I looked down, I would have noticed people staring up at me, and my pink escort poni, as she lead me further up the wall. Thinking of it, I would hav ebeen amused by the hillarity, just as I would have been staring, mouth agape, if I had been among them, staring at the girl walking up the walls. Only I'm up here, just mindlessly following the escort.

There is no turning back. I had followed her up the wall. I guess I still do enjoy it. The smooth walls underhoof. I had never quite felt the likes of it. Even if the tiles in the bath house may be comparable, only I had feet, not hooves at the time. The sensation, the sensitivity isn't quite comparable. Sorry, it is what it is.

This exercize included walking up onto the top of the building, the roof, that is. That was much harder then going up onto the wall, at least for me with just two hooves. As opposed to Pinkie, who had four. What facinated me, is how odd it felt to walk on the roof, after I had spent the time walking up the wall. Or in some perspective, this chocked me, as I thought of it, later. Even if I guess it shouldn't?

Ofcause, I never considered it, until we had walked back down to the ground level, the street, from which we had come.

I opted for the lift, and she happily followed me. Minutes later, we were back inside, in what was to pass for our home.

Once I got back, I noticed the sisters, looking at some film, playing on the tv. What chocked me, is when I recogniced myself. Yes, that's me, every last detail. She had even changed her suit. Not only that, she now sported the mark on her flanks. That was interesting?

“That's You!” the younger sister chimmed.