Treat of the Tricked Pony!

Riku had just climbed up into the bed, and Chihiro followed her, just a moment later. I could see as they're sitting down, interlacing their legs, the right over the left, apparently, rather than having Chihiro over, or under Riku.

“Since you're still not in the bed, I guess you'd help?” I said.

“I'll try, Hitomi!” the girl said, standing naked before me, as I found my head in the height of her waist, or just there about, standing on all fours.

Then she placed her hands just under my armpits, and started to pull me up. Just little by little, trying not to fall on her rump, which would not just have been painful, but embarrassing, even as small a group as we are.

Looking at Riku and Chihiro sitting in bed made me think of the childish games we played as little girls. Two of us sitting face to face, clapping hands, even if it felt as if we had been clapping hooves, in my current situation. Just so curiously weird, how my situation warped my memories and imagination.

Only instead of clapping hands, as the girls would have, back then, they put their hands together, as if in a church, about to prey? Fingers interlacing, just as I had been instructed, first when I was to hold her horn, and then, just before my hands changed into the yellow. Only in my case, my hands did not turn back into hands? Now I am stuck on all fours, with hooves, just like hers. Not that I had minded, just that it prevented me to fully take part in our little gathering.

“Uh, did you give me your name? I can't recall!” I then pointed out.

“Oh, sorry, call me Ponyo?” she responded with an emphatic nod, as if she was mentally slapping her own head, for the embarrassing situation.

I'll go with that, Ponyo, I like it!” I pondered.

Thanks!” Ponyo said, as she placed her hands on my right arm, just over where the glove begun, or my arm ended. Apparently she managed to get some manner of grip with her red nails, I could clearly feel it. I felt her nails slip in under what was the glove, rather than my arm, which made for an oddly strange and in some way unsettling and discomforting sensation, and feelings all over the arm.

Little by little, the glove gave way and slipped off of me. She did not stop, or slow down, she was still moving slow enough. Just as well, it still was strange to me.

In the end, the glove did come off, and I could finally see my hands, even if I still will be incapable of slipping the other glove off.

“Thanks. I hope it wasn't too much of a problem, I told her encouragingly, while she started to claw after the other glove, still making me look like the pony?

Ofhorse, at this point, their hands had already started to change, as they pressed their elbows together, and by the time Ponyo had slipped the other glove of me, the transformation was complete.

“Way to go, girls!” I cheered on, as I noticed.

“It's our turn now, Hitomi. They'll be on their way to their bliss, at the time we're there!” she continued.

I take the place up against the wall. She soon followed me up, and we started in the same manner as they had just done, legs interlacing, and clasping our hands together, fingers interlaced, looking on in amazement as our hands changed into yellos identical to theirs, with the small difference in colour, ofhorse.