A Muzzling Good Night

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I had enjoyed our breakfast together. Curiously, they had served orange juice, for breakfast, but I had managed to enjoy it.

“We're just to dress up, so we can go out” the older sister had exclaimed.

“Tonight, none will look twice at you, Pinkie!” the younger had pointed out.

“Oh?” I had exclaimed, trying to figure what they meant, or had in mind.

When they came back, they were wearing boots, and gloves was it. They had made themselves look like ponies, but they were not comfortable on all fours, I gues I couldn't blame them?

I just followed them out, looking curiously as the older sister locked the door behind us, before we moved away from the house.

“Maybe I should be walking, on my hind quarters?” I had mused, looking from sister to sister.

“Maybe!” the older had responded.

“Why not?” the younger had mused in response.

I was giggling, as I tried to rise to my hind hoves, maybe it wasn't quite as hard as I had expected? Or if it was because they helped me. I had been chosen to be in the middle. They apparently like to have as much as possible of me, the both of them.

I couldn't blame them. They had made me feel special. Putting me in the middle, and the middle of the attention? I guess I couldn't help but putting me there, and enjoying it.

Ofcause, we all had our saddle bags on. How else could we possibly carry any candy, on the return home?

What struck me, soon enough, I wasn't getting as much attention, as the two siters I came with. How was I to take it? What was I to do, about it, if anythng? For some reason, it did bother me. Maybe I should .. ? But what? Had I been the wrong pony, for this occasion?

“If you want attention, how about you bounce about, in your usual manner? A good peep-squeak should pull a few eyes your way?” the elder sister offered.

“Yes Yes Yes Yes!” I squealed.

Only as I was going down on all fours, I was soon to realise, just how I had changed, as I had come to live with them. Each and every time I landed on my hooves, they insistantly stuck to the ground, even as rough as it were. I still managed to bounce about, encircling the sisters I had gone out with.

I had been chocked, by just how strong the sensations from my hooves were, with each and every bounce, since I could feel my hooves stick, just before the rebounce pulled me off of the ground, even if I never got quite as high, as I had been used to. Not only that, the squeak my hooves made, each and every bounce. I guess that did pull the trick, since every head turned my way, as the squeak was fairly loud, wasn't it? I may have imagined it?

It wasn't so much that it was tiruing to bounce about, it is the insistant squeaking of my hooves that got to me. Even if it may be, what pulled the heads my way? To a poni, sounds are much more, then they knew around me. I soon started to make funny faces, in effort, not to let the pain out.

“Quit bouncing, my ears hurt!” the sisters soon pointed out in unison.

“Oh, sorry, I did not realise you'd feel it that strongly?” I conceeded, hanging my head for a moment.

“We had not counted on that effect!” the younger sister confessed, readily.

“What silly costumes they have? You did not just put the muzzles on, just for the day?” I then pointed out.

“How ever much fun, that would have been. But, no!” the elder sister responded.

“You're still wet, from our little adventure!” the younger sister teased.

“Yes!” I conseaded, pondering how she knew, why she brought it up, at this particular instant.

“Just making a point!” the younger sister anounced.

“How long will I remain wet? But that means..” I just trailed off.

“The head dress is just for decoraton, maybe we should have offered you one as well? Still, you think I could have followed you on the adventure?” the younger sister countered, in an even more teasing voice, hysterical gigles on her voice.

“Oh” I then reacted.

“You haven't even reached your peak!” the older sister proclaimed.

“Makes sense. If I'm not mistaken?” the younger sister responded, still the fits of hysterical giggles on her voice.

“Peak?” I uttered, in a somewhat confused tone.

“I guess I'll demonstrate, or explain, later. When we come home!” the younger sister pointed out, as she slipped a hand unde my belly, teasing me just a bit further.

“Wait, maybe we could see the gal who fasuioned our Head Dresses. I'm sure she wouldn't mind, creating one more?” the older sister pointed out, her eyes alight.

All of a sudden, they both looed away, in an entirely new direction. What ever they were looking at, or for, I was to be ignornt, no longer, just flolloing the invisible light of their individual gazes, to what ever, or whom ever it may point at.

Her disquice, not quite the match for my new found friends. Yet, I had no chance, recognice her, even though I guess I was to refer to her, as a mare?

Her metallic bloody red cloven deer hooves looks convincing enough, with the equine looking legs, a glistering black hide. The only reason to know it had been a costume, the stark border between the black hide, and her fair to white skin on her belly.

On the other rubbery hoof, it may never have been meant to look overly realistic, since it apparently was a outing night to wear costumes, kind of as if it had been a masquerade? We had such a day, back home in Equesrtia as well. We call it “'Night Mare Moon Night'. From the looks, the theme is the same, it seems quite the universal hype. Who doesn't love a good scare, or raiding the neigh-bours for a good treasure trove of sweets and candy?

Looking up, I could see the same black, covering her uppwer body, including the rounded orbs, normally refered to as jigglies here. Girls apparently have them. We still do have the nibbles, even as mares. The garment ended, just bellow her rib cadge, covering her arms entirely, all the way out on her hands. Leaving no bare skin. What fascinated me, is the way the hue of the top fazed from the glistering black, over to a metallic electric blue, almost as if it had been intended to manifest the change of the sky, from day, to the edge of night, leaving me a chil into my very bones. Her hands, powerfull, with slender fingers, slowly thinnking out, to where her metallic bloody red nails, semi square in shaped, ending. Her top aparently reaching all the way up her neck, only leaving her head bare.

On her back, I saw the traces of the outline from wings, not the pegasi variant, but more to the point of hide covered dragons wings. That made for a scary character, adopting, for the night, such as this. I could almost imagine, taking the consept, the image with me back home to my friends. Even if there were the few details, never quite capable of making sence, where I had come from.

I just gasped, as the image sank in. She truly had created a stark vissage. An image, catching all the darkest of fears.

Only then it ocured to me, I may never return back home. Something had bound me, to this world. I fear, there is no magic, strong enough to pull me back, to Ponyville. Had I changed, how or by whos hands had this happened?