Chapters Since I had finally gotten into my bed room, it is time to find what they had promised. There it is, the garments I had hoped to find.
Once I had started to look into what I had been given, I found the selection fairly generous. What was a small chock, is that I had been given not just the general girl assortment of the lingerie. They came in the full rainbow spectrum, all vibrant, clear colours, from the red to the purple. I had ended up choosing the metallic bloody red panties. Since I had been a girl in the first place, I chose the mare verity, rather than the stallion, or neutral. Even if I had found the fourth kind available, just as well. I had picked the matching top, a firm B-Cup, from what I could see.
I couldn't miss the few details. Once I had slipped the panties on, my mounds had grown considerably larger, feeling generous, but very inviting. I momentarily pondered if I needed to take them off, if I was to please myself? Of course, by the same token, my hips are considerably wider and more pronounced, while I wear the panties. Maybe I should have reacted with shock, but I was surprisingly pleased.
The chosen top gave me the B-Cup I had felt the most comfortable with, just firm, with a twist of jiggle to it. My nibbles do feel larger than I had dared to expect, but I guess I could get used to this too.
Of course, these are all in a somewhat equine style, just as I had been promised. It's an Equestrian style village, and the cottages do feel as if they had put some effort into it.
Once I had found myself comfortable with the garments, the lingerie, I figured I could as well try the next step. The stockings, that is. I had found them a fair skin tone, actually matching nicely, they came in the same rainbow spectrum, so I chose the red once.
Momentarily looking down at what I had found, before I chose to hold the right one in my bare hands. I hold the stocking, as if it had been lingerie, matching any I could have been wearing at home, in which case it would have been made out of Nylon, naturally. It is what these kinds of stockings always were made out of, after all. Now I just carefully lifted my foot, carefully inserting it and sliding it down, what should have been very delicate fabric? It would have, had I been at my home. Now I soon felt my foot sliding down to the end of the garment, carefully touching and covering the skin, from the top of my thigh, and all the way down my foot, even between my toes, to my surprise.
Slipping the other stocking on, in the same manner, only to get the same result, before I tentatively stand up, but now I realised, I'm standing on my toes, or rather, my hooves, the hind hooves, in a somewhat equine manner, or pose, which surprised me initially, before it all sank in. I guess I had gotten used to it.
From here, the next step was as obvious, as it was unavoidable? I picked up the gloves. Only momentarily looking down to see what would pass for a pair of equine hooves, maybe this is what they actually do look like, they had been looking larger then expected, but then, I guess it is how they actually do look? I picked the right glove in my left hand, slipping my hand in, feeling it slipping into place, my fingers soon encompassed by the soft embrace of the material the glove had been made out of. Then repeating the process. That's when I could see the change. A full set of hooves, all more or less identical, short of the one detail, fore hooves are smaller than hind hooves, after all.
Now, this is when I left the wardrobe, happy with myself.
A New Day – A New Friend: 4
Author's Note
Pinkie Pie 's POV
A New Day – A New Friend: 4
I clearly recall going to bed the other night. I had washed of my mundane and human make-up. I did not want to sleep, wearing it, I never did like it.
Then I had applied a face cream. It's just a clear gel, by the looks and feel of it, nothing special, but it did make my face relax, which feels great, just before bed. Then I had picked up the muzzle, it has red lips, just matching my choices, this far. I had then applied the second gel, it is made.
Then I had gone to bed, nothing to it. It's just as comfortable as it had been, while I had been resting, just after I put on the garments. I had slipped in under my quilt and placed my head on the large central pillow, there were three of the pillows, just that the others are smaller.
What should have chocked me, is what came next. When I woke up, that is. I had initially felt the slight pressure over my lower face as I put the muzzle on, and as I lay my head on the pillow. Only now I can't feel anything of what had been under the muzzle, or rather, my muzzle. What I feel, is the skin of my face, from under the now pink mane, my ears, and all the way over the muzzle.
I rose to my hooves, just as I had slipped out of the bed. Just as I would have, any and every morning. I had not considered checking inside the muzzle, my mouth, or the shelf on which I had found it, would I have seen anything that would change my mind?
Now, since my skin is pink, according to what I could see, I could be only one pony. That would be 'Pinkie Pie'.
Since I am on vacation, I will not perform anything considered work, it is my time off, for the remainder of the week.
Then I decided, there was no reason to change my clothes. The garments are part of me, even if I figured I could take them off. I was thinking back at my choices, shuddering as I thought of a male 'Pinkie Pie', it did not make sense to me. 'Pinkie Pie' is a mare. Simple as that. It's not just because I had been female even before I came here, even if it could make the feeling stronger?
I had only closed the door to the bed room, the other once are still open, why bother closing them? Maybe I could open them, in my now fully equine form as a pony, that's not the topic, I simply liked them open.
I had slowly walked to the kitchen. Thinking of the juices in the pitchers and the lovely salad, whatever blend it was. I guess I could check, but for now it wouldn't matter. I know I had been in a good mood the other day as I arrived, I'm still happy, giggling as I moved into the kitchen. The giggles just refused to leave me, even if it wasn't audible, most of the time? I had no idea.
I had started out with a glass of juice, the same I had been enjoying the other day. I guess enjoying it back then, is all the reason I need? I had chosen a different salad, something that felt more like breakfast?
If it had not been for the birds outside, I had been eating in more or less complete silence, if you did not count the giggles that came into audible range, from time to time? I couldn't claim I minded the birds, or their chirping? Only now they reminded me of something, or rather somepony, the yellow mare by the name of Fluttershy, if memory served me correctly? Not that I doubted my memories, even if I should have questioned where they came from? On the other hoof, I'm Pinkie Pie, I knew her. It's not as if I could deny my friend?
Then my memory painted up the image of her before me. She's roughly the same height, but since she's a Pegasus, she is slim, to the point of fragile, possibly due to the fact she isn't athletic in the first place, unlike my friend Rainbow Dash? I saw her light yellow before me, the light cerise mane and tail, pondering what she had chosen? I imagined she chose a matching hoof polish, and garments?
That's when my thought was interrupted by a very faint knock on the door. I guess it had to have been her? Recalling the expression, and since I had invoked her likeness in my mind, I guess it just had to be her?
“Come in, Flutters!” I just called out, as I finished my breakfast.
The door quietly slid open, but I barely hear her hoof steps, as she slowly moved into my kitchen.
“Hi!” she whispered, just as she entered my kitchen.
“Hi Flutters. How are you doing, this fine morning? I take it you came late last night too?” I responded quietly, as not to make her shy back, and to allow me to hear her next response.
“Yes, I'm doing fine, as is the morning. I did, and I slept wonderfully. You look great in red, I guess I could call it dark red, when you're wearing it. The cerise came right on for me!” she then spoke up, not quite the whisper.
“Thanks, and you're right. The cerise does go well with your coat. You have tried your wings, right? Even if it is early in the day!” I pondered quietly.
“Yeah, I did, it's how I got here from the other side of the village. It's not big, but it's all I need. I guess I'm still never going to be a great flyer? It was why I was finally grounded from Cloudsdale in the first place, but I so do enjoy it here. I will never regret leaving the place. Even if we have Pegasi here. It's still an earth type village at heart, just as when it was originally founded!” she just blurted out, she had managed to regain much of her memories from her life as Flutter Shy, just as I have slipped into who I am, living in character.
“I'm happy for you. Though I think I'd still like to see you fly, just for the feel of it. It's interesting to see things. I never will be a flyer, I'm an earth type. On the other hoof, there is something tickling my Pinkie senses here. I just can't put my hoof on it just yet. I think I need some fresh air to, how about we go out?!” I blurted out in my patterned hyper manner, as I slipped further into character, even if I guess I had not realised, I was trapped in my current form, on the other hoof, so was she.
“It's still sunny, should be an enjoyable day. Maybe we'll see Rainbow Dash when she flies later today?” she suggested.
Slipping Out with Flutters: 5
As Pony, I had no need for clothes. I'm on vacation, no uniform. I do so enjoy the freedom here. Even if I had started to feel it, I'm Pinkie Pie, and thus do have a need for making Ponies happy, to see them smile. I guess seeing Flutter happy and smile would keep me on the upper line here.
She closed the door quietly, as she followed me out the door. I know with certainty, none will enter my home without my explicit invitation. Ponies knock first, and only enter when permitted. Somehow, this did feel good too.
I had chosen the cottage I first came by, and it had been open, maybe I had been lucky, or had I actually booked it, this part felt increasingly fuzzy, I could barely recall this. If I had, had I asked for my current persona, to be playing Pinkie Pie? I just am who I am, right? Or, I may have had the chance to choose otherwise, but that is all irrelevant.
I had Main Road 01, easy to remember. Apparently, Flutter lived on the other side of town, is that No. 100? I'm not sure, but know where it is, if I need to find her. That's all I need to know, right.
Just quietly walking down the road, birds still chirping, but aside from that, and not a cloud on the sky, just such a typical Ponyville weather. I guess it may have been why I chose to take my week off here?
I never asked her about her civil name, and she never asked me about mine. Maybe she knew the answer just as well as I do. I can't say, I can't recall. The only name I could answer, is 'Pinkie Pie', or any other name I went by in Ponyville. The same would go for Flutter.
I had seen her as she entered my home, she had a muzzle, just as I do have, there is no turning back. She had apparently sealed her deal the other day, just as I had.
“Flutters, would you like to have a cup of tea with me at the Sugar-Cube Corner?” I asked her.
“That'd sound like fun!” she responded, as she hovered just a foot overhead and just before me, just like the Pegasus she is.
Of course, I had to take off towards the east, just before the square, where the Mayor holds her speeches every time when she had an announcement to make, but there is nopony there, and it is quiet.
The fresh air had made both of us a world of good, she had enjoyed her flight, as she set hoof on the pavement just outside Sugar-Cube Corner.
Author's Note
Fluttershy 's POV
An Episode: 6
Mister Carrot Cake had been tending the store, as we entered.
“What would you two mares like to have, this fine day?” he just enquired in a voice revealing more than just the warm friendliness of his, but an eager curiosity, just beyond the call of duty.
I was staring at the assortment of pastries, but in the end, I pointed at a Cup-Cake.
“That Cup-Cake!” I indicated, pointing with my right fore hoof, in a pony fashion.
“The Muffin!” Pinkie pie uttered, as she pointed one out with her hoof, just the same way.
“Anything to drink to that?” he continued.
“Juice, for both of us!” I responded.
“Pick a table, and I'll be out with it in no time!” she then concluded.
Walking to the table, no incident. Pinkie Pie in tow, bouncing slightly since it is little room for more. I picked a table by the window, intent on enjoying the day, considering the weather. Pinkie soon sat down in the chair facing me, as we idly stared out the window, waiting for Mister Cake to come over as he had promised. Apparently, he served by the table, while orders are taken in the front of the shop.
He soon came back, carrying the order on the tray carried on his right hoof as he gracefully walked to the table. Placing the glasses before us in order, then the pitchette of juice, then the Cup-Cake and Muffin respectively.
“Bon Appetite!” he pronounced warmly, before he slipped out and walked back to where he had stood, tending the counter, waiting for the next pony, who was eager to have her pastries served.
Of course, somepony had to keep this establishment open, even when Pinkie was on vacation. Wouldn't make sense, closing it down for an entire week, just because of her? They had managed before she came along and should manage, long after that.
We had both heard his hoof steps, all the way back to the place behind the counter, only at this point our attention had slipped, he's not why we're here.
I slowly picked up my Cup-Cake, peeled the thin white paper from under it, before I started to move it towards my mouth, taking a bite out of it, then placing it on the place where it had been resting as it had arrived. Chewing slowly, taking a sip of the juice, before I chewed out the remainder of the bite, then incidentally look out the window. That's why we had chosen the table in the first place.
“Look at that!” I whispered, indicating what I was looking at with a fore hoof.
“What?” she moaned, as she realised what it was I had been looking at, what I desired for her to see.
Then a giggle escaped her lips. I guess it would be unavoidable, considering what I had seen, what I had directed her to see. Of course, she's Pinkie Pie, what to expect? At least, she had not made any of the hysterically hyper faces? Maybe I should have expected her to, just as I fear I had responded similarly, had she pointed it out to me.
What's before me, is not just Filthy Rich, slowly walking by the window. There's nothing exciting about it. Just as it would have been no excitement, if he had merely had her walking by his side, but that's not what came before me. What I saw, is the black necklace, or to be correct, it's a collar, not too unlike what I had figured you may have for a pet, if it had not been so blatantly obvious in this case. It's a collar you wear in bed, with the special somepony.
Her collar is glistering black, nothing about it, it was newly polished. That was going well with him, or it is how I had imagined it. Now it is a full three inches wide, which covers the girls neck almost entirely. Not only that, this isn't a leather collar, but apparently made out of rubber. It looked as if it had been molded for her, but slightly tighter than I had expected, even for this? Besides, it is half an inch thick, all the way.
The collar may be sporting three diamonds, under her chin, but it is still what it is, a collar for a pet. Then my eyes spotted the leach attached to her collar, and he did hold it firm and short in the strictest of manners. Maybe this had gone well, had it been a pet, not his daughter?
I must confess, this truly did make my day. I then realised, Pinkie Pie had pulled out a camera, seemingly from out of nowhere. Then I just wrote that off, she's Pinkie Pie, guessing this was true, even now. I noticed how she snapped a good series of shots, preserving this for posterity, and for our future joy. The hilarity couldn't be allowed to slip us by.
Then I had also noticed what Filthy had dressed up his pet in. That's the latest fashion, for pets, that is. Both the quilt, as I think they call it, not a traditional saddle bag, designed for a proper pony. She was also wearing the hood, that goes with the quilt. Had I not been here, I had seen it as if it was for a pet pony, the kind you may consider riding, but this was Diamond Tiara, his very own daughter, his flesh and blood?
He had had her have a hooficure, her hooves all painted a bright red. Metallic bloody red to be exact, which did stand out. Yet, I imagine it did go with her general style, such as he had given it to her.
For her sake, if only it had been the common variety of hooficure? Yet, I'm thinking it isn't. There is something very different about it, even if the glistering surface could have supported the notion, but there was something more about it. The off bounce in her every step, as if there had been a new elasticity added to her hooves.
“That's the latest in hooficure for pet ponies. Makes the hooves soft, elastic, appropriate for having indoors. I guess he really did put his bits into this, even if it is his daughter and not a prised pet we're looking at!” Pinkie pie informed me in the matter of fact voice she had, when she had a fourth wall breach announcement.
Of course, by now he had long left us behind. There is no way he'd overhear us. On the other hoof, what'd he say, or think, if he had heard her acknowledge the effort he had put into his daughter? I guess that's the amusing thing, even if we never would know? I can live without it.
“I hope you got the best resolution, when you snapped the pictures?” I enquired.
“Yep, I sure did. I managed to slip it all the way up to the 25M!” she announced proudly.
“What, I didn't even know they had them available!” I gasped in surprise.
“Oh, but of course not. It's my private camera, not one of the flimsy once you buy in any store!” she then informed me.
“The best I saw, was able to reach 5M!” I uttered.
Diamond Tiara – A Flash Back: 7
Author's Note
Diamond Tiara 's POV
Diamond Tiara – A Flash Back: 7
It all started late, but then, why not, considering. I had been rather tired at the time, the perfect excuse?
“I have something for you, I'm sure this will look just beautiful on your neck!” he spoke.
Maybe I should have suspected. It's not as if he had to give me a gift this late. Then he had presented me with a necklace. It's black, and some three inches wide, by what I could see. It's almost leather, black, glistering. I certainly should have reacted at this point. Then he simply stood behind me, slipping it on, before I even had the time to protest.
I guess he stood behind me, because it is part of the ritual of putting a necklace on. Yet this was too tight, as I see it. It did cover my entire neck, from my chin, all the way down to my shoulders? Just as it clearly is thick and stiff, as elastic as it was.
I guess this is about the time I noticed the new panties he wanted me to wear, in place of the once I had been wearing the entire day. This is when to change, and he absolutely did know when to present the change.
Wearing the necklace, I picked up the panties, looking black in the week light, yet they glister, as if they had been covered in thick gel, something not too far removed from a lubricant? Slipping them on, lifting the right foot in, slipping it through and setting the foot down, before lifting my other foot, finding it slipping in, and then down onto the floor before I pull them all the way up.
They're tight, but I guess they felt as well as I could have hoped for. Did he have a pension for choosing my panties a size too small? Did he have a reason, or was he simply refusing to acknowledge that I was growing up? I did not want to have him see me as a little kid. It's humiliating. If he had not realised it?
Only now I just couldn't show my indignation. The panties may be tight, but they still do feel good to wear, if only I had realised what he had in mind?
The thick rubber of the panties cling to the skin of my hips, so tightly it could have been painted on, just that it is so thick, this would have been entirely impossible. Had I examined the panties now, I had noticed the overly generous mound and the orchid, but I skipped it at this time.
“Now, if you would slip on the matching top, too?” he continued cooing in a teasing manner, making my tired mind agree, even despite my better knowledge of it.
I just picked up the top, feeling it slip eagerly down into place, as my arms stretched up towards the ceiling. It fits as snugly as the panties, though I managed to miss the point of the top, sculpting out cup cake jigglies on my chest, leaving my nibbles exposed, erect as they are.
“Sleep tight, I know you're tired. Tomorrow will be a very important day!” he then uttered, as he turned the light off and closed the door to my room behind himself.
I just slipped in under the quilt and slipped my head on the pillow in the middle, topside of my bed, before I fell asleep, resting firmly all night.
As I woke up, I knew something was off. I just couldn't quite put my finger to it, not just yet. The necklace still in place, even if it was more like a collar, like what you'd have for a dog? Thick, but in this case, made out of rubber. A detail that still had slipped my mind, in part due to the fact I'm lacking in experience on this field.
My hips feels wider than normal, and my mound still as generous as the day before. My still firm jigglies, nibbles standing just as firm. I should have avoided it, but I had to examine it. My jigglies just as firm as could ever be wished for, though my nibbles feels as if they had been made out of rough rubber, but too sensitive for my comfort, and elastic to the touch? That certainly startled me.
I thought I had been wearing panties all night, but now I felt a few signs contrary to the point since I feel the touch distinctly, the orchid is even more delicately crafter than it had been before I slipped the panties on. Not only that, I could clearly feel the slit between the petals of the orchid on top of my mound. Panties couldn't be this delicately detailed? If so, for what purpose, and what reasons had he had in giving me these?
I sat up, the quilt pushed to the side, there is a pair of stockings by my bed, so I picked them up, choosing the left one, slipping my foot in, feeling it reach all the way down, the inner surface eagerly hugging my leg. I could clearly feel it all the way from the tip of my toes, all the way up my leg. These reach all the way to my new panties, to my distress. Since I had slipped the first on, I still did slip the second on, before I realised it.
There is a pair of gloves too. I should have left them by the bed side, shouldn't I? Yet, I guess I was curious, or is it something in the way he had given me the necklace, and the panties and top he had given me, then urged me to wear, before I went to bed?
Slipping the right glove on, feeling it slip all the way up, before picking the left. They reach almost all the way up to the top. I feel the tight fabric, and it is tight, almost as if painted on, just as the panties had felt. I shiver at the thought.
Standing up, I finally did realise something, these are not just ordinary gloves and stockings. Aside from the rubber they had been made out of and the fact that they are skin tone, almost exactly my complexion, which's giving me an eerie feeling of unreal, as if it was a dream. This sensation is heavily enhanced, as I look down, rather than my small feet I used to stand on, there is a pair of hooves, pony hooves? What is it I'm looking at?
My pose is also changed. I look almost as if I had been that satyr? That's the pose I'm looking at, in any case. Only my hooves are about doubly wide, making what had been my feet look almost spindly, as I stand up. Trying to put my hand to my mouth, I realise, it is a hoof identical to my hide hooves, even if they are now fore hooves, as if I had been a pony. That's when I fall forwards, ending up on all fours.
As if the chock had been over, but not by a long shot. The door opens and dad slip in, looking eagerly, excitedly at me, not with the common look of concern or tenderness, as much of this as he managed to muster, that is, since this isn't his natural reaction?
“You're awake. Good, now if you follow me!” he just uttered, before leading me out of the room in which I had been sleeping.
I followed him out of the room, through the hall and into a small room, where someone is waiting for me, apparently?
“Good, if you're ready to give my daughter the treat we had been talking about?” he spoke eagerly, thus creeping me further, as the guest nodded.
“Of course!” she just responded.
Without any question, she just picked my right fore hoof, and painted it with a clear gel, I take for nail polish, or in this case, hoof polish? A kind of lacquer? What it did to the hoof, I had no idea at the time, short of leaving it shiny, glistering, since I could see it with my very own eyes.
Then she painted my next hoof, before continuing right and left with my hind hooves. I had managed to miss out on the purpose, as my hooves now had turned extremely elastic and bringing out the worst of the sucker cups for hooves. If only I had known it was the first step in the domestication process for an equine pet? Is that what I had become to him? I had no idea he had such dreams, or fantasies. About his very own daughter, nonetheless?
Now I see how she holds the brush in her right hand. It's small, to the point of childish, the skin light, pink, but a very fair complexion, not rubber? Her tentacular fingers maintaining a very delicate grip on the handle of the brush as she painted my hooves, only this time, a metallic bloody red? I guess it went with the territory? I wanted to shut off, but that's not me. I watched her, as she painted my hooves, right and left, fore and hind. Maybe I had to, or I could as well have been soundly asleep?
From here, she soon picked a clear polish, covering my hooves, once more, the same pattern as the two previous times. Right and left, fore and hind. She clearly knew how to perform her craft, I tried to draw the little satisfaction from this fact. Maybe she had been a re-schooled manicurist, or pedicurist? Now she is a fancy hooficureist for pet domestication, even if I am the pet of her attention?
Just like in manicure, she started from the top, centre of my hoof, moving alternately right and left until she had completed the hoof, only to move to the next in a very orderly and professional manner. Maybe I should be proud of this, but it also angered me to the point of fury at the same time. There is something very off to this.
Then she started with the one and final layer for my hooves, only now she had the hoof pressed to the floor, before she started. Why, she did not want to cover the soul of my hooves? That confused me, leaving me dumbfounded where I sit, as she continued. Then she used a small brush, lining the rim of each hoof, both at the top, towards the leg, and under the hoof, no idea why, even if I imagine it could be a reason similar to when they made a new dress? She did not want the seam to rip. Only she never told me.
“Just hold your hooves on the floor and look at me!” she told me.
I did as I was told, without asking or understanding. Putting my hooves on the floor is easy, just as it was easy to look at her. Even if I may not particularly desire to look at her. Her face is the same hue and complexion as her hands, it's also just as childish, a very small nose, wide eyes, and she had no make-up on. There is an amused smile on her face. Just as her eyelashes had a strangely equine look to them, the length, the thickness?
She had some cream, or gel, but it is clear. I could see her using it. She spreads it over my skin, from the top of my forehead, all the way down under my chin. I feel her fingers as she rubbed it in, slowly, carefully. She never put any pressure on, just rubbed in the gel. From the top of my forehead, from the centre and out, then doubling back and inwards. Back and forth. She even closed my eyes as she got this far. Just never said a word.
Then she started on the tip of my nose, outwards, then upwards, until she had covered it entirely. From here, just ever outwards, from the centre and outwards. I guess it is how she had been taught to do it. Using both hands in a symmetric fashion, only stopping as my skin had absorbed as much of the gel as it could, now fully saturated?
“Close your eyes!” she informed me, before covering my eyes lids with a clear gel, right and left, up and down, then she applied another gel.
I was still keeping my eyes closed as I felt something strange. She had picked something up, I had no idea as to what it was. Yet, as she pressed it onto the lower end of my face, it stuck to my skin, just did not prevent me from breathing through my nose, I felt air in and out my nostrils. No cause of panic, I reasoned. I merely felt a slight pressure on the skin, where it sticks, possibly by using the gel she covered my face with?
Of course, she covered my face with a clear gel, while my eyes still remain closed, this made the muzzle fuse to my skin. She had apparently made me into the equine. There is no turning back, it's too late. Once the muzzle had fused, I can't take either stockings, gloves, top or panties off of me. They're part of me. They are me, they made me into who I am, from now on.
“Open your eyes. I'm done, I have finished the work your father contracted me to perform. You're his pet Pony, from now on. Just so that you know. No point in denying it!” she just told me, before she left the room.
I just sit there, quietly.
Strangely, he did not take the tiara from me. I had half by half expected it. As a Pony, and a pet, why would he allow me to keep it. On the other rubber hoof, I guess he could afford it, even if I'm a pet now? I'm still 'Diamond Tiara', apparently?
Even if he could take the collar off of me, which I doubted, right now. I myself will be incapable of performing this now. I could only guess it is what he had desired all along. I'm a mere pet now, it's what he had reduced me to. I had been his daughter. The shame?
I felt the touch of his arm, as he fastened a leach to the collar, then he simply led me out the front door, expecting me to follow him as if I had been a pet and nothing more. I couldn't raise my voice in protest, I just realised.
At least it did not feel strange to walk on all fours, in the manner of his wish. If you forget the fact that I recall I had been his daughter and all the implications of having been walking upright most all my life, or about a decade, by now?
The posture is natural to my body, if not to my mental state? I could do nothing about it. Just as I was hard pressed to stand up on my hind hooves now. I guess I could, if I put the effort into it since I have not tried yet. I guess I'd save this for later. Maybe tonight, when he left me on my room?
He did not say a word, as if it had not been required, or expected? I guess it came with being a pet of his? Yet, it is still frustrating. Even more so, when I knew there was nothing I could do, and the habit of the few things he did say.
The floors in our house are smooth to a fault, nothing strange about it. Since he could afford the very best and most expensive, it had been natural to him, and wooden is always the best. It is at least what I recall from him explaining it, when this came up, if a special guest were at our home. I had overheard these discussions from time to time.
As I set hoof outside, I finally realised why he had been so eager to have the new tiles on the path from the door to the road. There is something about how the smooth tiles feels to set hoof on.
Maybe he had not put a muzzle on? Yet, he wore his stockings, the panties and what was to pass for a top, a male version of it. I guess I'll still refer to it as a top, even if the designation does refer to a garment for a mare? Ah, yeah, I seem to have had my vocabulary changing already. Had the changes affected me this deeply already, very efficient.
Looking down at his glistering black hooves, as he moved out before closing the door. Only now I realised why he had been so eager for these strange, but smooth tiles. It never made sense, until you actually did set hoof on them in person, but I had worn shoes when I went out, before this. Naturally, I had missed the point.
There is a 'clip clop', as I trot down the short path to the road. The little noises, a subtle melody all of their own. If only I had realised, back when I wore shoes? Even if I had been incapable of hearing the more subtle harmonies and harmonics? How typical, you never hear the call, before you're stuck, just like this, and all the joy was lost?
It may be my first day as a pet and a pony, which in turn is confusing to me. So much I had known, or thought was true, are either proven wrong, or outright confusing me. The simple sounds of hoof-steps on the tiles, the way these tiles made it feel under my now bare hooves. I feel the ground, under the entire hooves, from the rim and inwards. Not from the centre and out, like it had felt before.
Looking down, only to see four identical hooves, rather than hands and feet, even if my fore hooves are smaller, shorter than the hind hooves? These are traits of a pony I had never been born into being? The red, softness of hooves, a look I had never asked for, just as I could never have anticipated. These are now defining who I am, and what I could do. No escaping it.
Only once I have moved out onto the road, there are tiles, but not the pricey once my father, and now owner had placed there. Even here in the village, it isn't his will designing what will come up. If it had been, I imagine he had chosen different tiles, even if it had meant, other ponies were also enjoying, walking, or trotting over them, just for his pleasure of having them there, for his joy? He certainly could afford it, in a village small as this, couldn't he?
I knew my father to be rich, just as I knew he desired to flaunt it. It is in his very name. He likes us to think he is rich and well-off. This is what we all see, what he is showing, is of course more than the mere bits it cost him to have what he has. I had imagined it is just as much in the style. We all owe him, don't we?
Of course, now I see another and very different side of him, and of the village. This is certainly not what I had seen before.
In his very own way I feel he did care, and for all I know he still do care, about me as well. Even if it seems he had had a very different plan for me, than everypony thought. What they never knew. On the other hoof, how could they have known, or even suspected? Is there anything more? They never saw him, in private, just as friends or associates. That's not what you see, as his daughter. That's where I came in, into his picture, the big picture that is.
I had tried my best to please him. I guess he may have red something into it, just not the message I had tried to send, or what I had thought was what I wanted out of my life.
What's to become of me now? I'm a pet and a pony. He had changed me, groomed me into his image, of what I could be.
Trotting along the road by his side, only now he is no longer my father, but my owner. As if it had not shocked me as it hit me, and I realised who and what I am now?
At least, he kept me walking on the tiled side-way, rather than on the rough street mid-road, for the most part, when we weren't required to cross the road which happened twice. Just the two times, but it isn't such a long way and the road is merely a two file for motorised vehicles.
My hooves apparently did not take particularly well to the paved surface of the road, but I guess the same could be said for his, even larger hooves. I imagine it was even worse on him, even though there is the chance his, not pampered up hooves were less sensitive to this kind of overly pointless abuse. I did not linger on the thought since it merely enhanced my discomfort from the sensations and feelings.
Now I wish I could beg him to do something about the problem, but I am incapable of speaking and thus voicing these concerns. Left to hope he was to change it, without my voiced concern over the growing trauma I was feeling.
Oh, but for the joy of the fresh grasses under my hooves, as I managed to get out on the lawn, fresh and green, once we finally did get into the park
I even managed to give of a whiney in joy, and he looked at me in a strange manner I just couldn't read. Something I never had seen.
Author's Note
Filthy Rich 's Perspective
In the Park: 9
Of course, I could never have had any sex with Diamond Tiara, she is after all my daughter. Even if she is a pet now, I still can't. I guess it never was my intent?
As a pet, she can still please me, just as much as when she was my daughter. Not just because she can't speak, and thus voice what I did not want to hear. Now I can look at her for hours, quietly contemplating. Both her and business without question, or be questioned for it.
I can snuggle her silly all day, if and when I have the time, if I so choose. Teasing her, tickle her behind the ear, or scratch her belly the way I can with a proper pet. Just as I know she will never grow up to leave me, or the house, just the way I wanted it to be. The dream will never have to end.
She will never have to go to school, and I could even choose to take her with me on a business trip. She'd be content with the attention I am prepared to offer since it is as much as I am at a liberty to give. Such is the life of a business pony. This is who I am and the talent I inherited, demonstrated on my flank expressed just that. Everyone in this village, and in the entire of Equestria would know.
I have enjoyed success, both in life and business. Not only am I an important pony in the community of Ponyville, where I live, but I'm also important to my family, not just for my wife, but also for the foals, even if I traded a foal for a pet, as it were. She is still the same Diamond Tiara for me, even if she will now have a very different life, compared to what she had expected, growing up as a fillie the way she did, up until last week. Only it can't be revoked, no way of changing her back.
There is something special about having her out on a walk in the park. I never had quite expected the serene joy of it all. Just walking along the narrow path in the quiet park. Had I known, I may have done this much earlier, but there's no turning back in life, I'd know that.
The soft shadows from the trees, the branches rustling overhead. Little more than the noises from branches and leaves. The eventual chirp from a bird, as much as to interrupt my thoughts. There was the joyous whinny from my pet, but that's no bother. I guess I will come to love it, even more than I had feared?
On the other rubbery hoof, all things must come to an end, which is where we're now, I certainly had enjoyed the outing in the park, just as something told me, she had too. Something in her gait looks happier than before. Or is it in her ears perk up, in the way the corners of her mouth had moved slightly upwards? Or in the look in her eyes? I see a smile on her face, or is it just the fatherly vanity, even if I turned her into a pet?
I take the long way back, enjoying the smooth tiles of the path I had chosen, allowing the slight breeze tease me as I continue on my way from the central pond with a fountain in the middle. It's not my personal park, I just had it built for my community, in an effort to reassure their appreciation of the wealth I had amassed for them, as well as for myself.
The water quietly, slowly pouring down the side of the small equine statue the fountain originated from. A statue carved out of precious stone, hard, adamant and glistering black, how appropriate?
I still sense the faintest of echoes as I continue along the path, the trees and bushes shadowing the sounds to ever quieter notions, soon to slip out of my mind.
Enjoying the tiles on the path, I imagine her feeling it similarly, yet much more intense. I have no idea, I can't imagine how she experiences it, just because I have hooves, just like hers. Hers had been pampered in the manner of a pet, thus much more sensitive, but I imagine it is not all, it is deeper than this, in part because she will never slip out of the stockings the way I could choose to, until I decide not to. I still have the option.
Why I held back, imagining it was so good, is it sentimentality? For Nostalgic reasons, or am I still fearing for the consequences? There is always the reason, I can change them, but I had no intent to do it.
Thinking had made me miss the moment, and the time had passed, I'm no longer in the park, I'm walking home.
Leaving the park behind, with all the quiet and tranquillity, but it had done me good. I imagined, so it had for her. That also made me feel better. As a father, these things come into account. Was the point any less valid as the owner of a pet, she is after all still my responsibility.
After a few minutes, I realised, I had chosen the path that takes us by Silver Spons home. What a convenient coincident? I enjoy the notion, just slowly walking. Then I come into view of the house where Silver Spoon lives. I walk up to the door, and knock authoritatively. I guess it is a part of who I am?
Silver Spoon soon came to the door, opening, as I waited.
“Hi, Filthy. What a surprise, and what a lovely pet you have!” she bubbled over in excitement over seeing Diamond.
“Hi, Spoon. Wouldn't you like to come over. I'd allow you to play with my new pet, too. Maybe you could even stay over the night!” I offered.
“That'd be fun. If it isn't too much of a problem to you, I'd love to!” she continued.
Then she found a piece of paper and wrote a short note to her parents, before she put a pair of shoes on, and followed me.
As she closed the door, locking it as she left with me. Then we walked for a few more minutes, in silence.
“She's so adorable!” Silver stated.
“Yeah, and so affectionate. She loves to be tickled!” I responded.
Diamond just whinnies as response to the conversation. Even if she knew what we were talking about and fully understood, there still was no way she could leave a sign as to the fact. She couldn't utter a word in order to let on. That's the beauty of it all.
She can't write since she is now on all four hooves. Maybe she could learn how to write, holding a pen in her mouth, but this would still take her time, months or years to be exact. That would still require she had a pen to write with, in order to practice.
“She's almost like a dog?” Sliver enquired curiously with some hope on her voice.
“I guess you could say that. I know you will love playing with her!” I assured her.
“Oh, yes. If you'd allow me to?” she said, all of a sudden getting anxious, as if she thought she wasn't going to be allowed to play with Diamond as much as she hoped.
What if her parents wouldn't allow her to? She was starting to worry, her parents were strict, even if only to a point. Appearance is important, when you're trying to keep up a social position.
Then Diamond whinnies, seemingly bringing Silver back to the position on the street where she was walking. I guess I had done right. Picking her up, while walking Diamond had truly brought home the sale. Sales are so easy, when you know you have the arguments well in hoof.
Knowing the road, I knew better than to linger. I needed to have her home, before she could get any ideas. If it wasn't for the fact that her parents actually had asked me to?
This, of course, is exactly when I spotted the villa in which I live. I made an effort, not to make anything out of it, but still hastened my steps. I still do feel comfortable with bringing them home, just as I had planned.
“Welcome in!” I just pronounced as I opened the door, thus letting them in.
Of course, it isn't a humble home, not with me living here. I'm a proud business Pony. I can never truly be humble.
Author's Note
Silver Spoon 's POV
In Diamonds Room: 11
”You could check out the wardrobe. I'm sure you'd find something fitting you!” Filthy told me as he had opened the door to the small room with a bed on one side.
If only I had known it was the room where my dear friend Diamond Tiara had been sleeping, as late as the night before. It is her room, but no traces of it.
Naturally, it had been redecorated and prepared for my arrival, even if he had never told me, I had no idea. What'd I say, if anything? Should I have tried to run off? I knew nothing of it and it is too late by now.
I found a pair of panties and a top. For some reason, I found them curious and it made me want to try them on. I thus slipped them out of the wardrobe, placing them on the bed before I slipped out of the skirt, panties and top I was wearing. I had not been wearing much, in part because I had been surprised. On the other hoof, I guess I never needed to wear all that much in the weather we had today?
I picked up the red panties, finding the fabric, or rather material strange, slippery, smooth, but elicited excitement as I hold on to them.
Lifting the right foot, slipping it into the panties, then pulling them up to my knee, before I lifter the left foot and slipping it into the panties. From here I pulled them up, marvelling about the treasure I had found, not knowing what they were, represented, or what they were made out of. I just felt excited, because I had been allowed to wear them, as if he had not contrived for me to slip them on?
Then I failed to notice they were identical to the once the pet pony is wearing. The very one whom he had walked home, as I followed him?
The slippery rubber felt cool to the touch. What had hit me first now is what I had failed to notice, I'm feeling both nude, and fully dressed up, and both at the same time.
Picking the top, before I lifted my hands up I allowed the garment slip down and adjusted it slightly, before I felt secure, wearing it.
Had I been looking in the mirror and compared what I wore with Diamond, I should have realised, they're identical. Only I never cast a glance towards a mirror, even failed to notice, there was no mirror in the room. How curious?
Of course I could take them off if I wanted to, if I needed to, but right now it feels as if I never would need to. Something about the design. Maybe it is in how close to my skin they were, in the way they followed my body's movement? Almost as if they had been painted on, despite the apparent thickness of the metallic bloody red rubber they had been crafted out of.
Physically, I'm still capable of taking the suit of, but mentally, I just didn't want to. It's more in the garments themselves, and the connection they made, than in the fact that I had been told to wear them. However unspecified this expressed demand had been. It isn't as if he had pointed at them, yelling to me to slip them on. He's much more sophisticated than that. He knows it is better to allow you to think it is what you desired before he asked you to.
He is sophistication and excellence personified. This is after all where the Diamond Tiara I had grown to befriend came from. She may have had more to learn from him, as did I, but we're not adults yet.
A whinny escaped the pet pony's lips all of a sudden, almost as if she wanted to tell me something. I just couldn't make it out.
“Cute little Pony!” I just uttered.
Then she just looked at me, but I couldn't make anything out. If only I had recognised her as easily as she recognised me, even with the fancy panties on.
That's when a knock on the door told me what time of day it is, and I rose to my feet, allowing her to follow me to the table.
Embarrassment, No End: 14
Author's Note
Diamond Tiara 's POV
Embarrassment, No End: 14
We had been out all night, he had apparently just left us to our own devices. Whatever his reasoning could have been, he apparently forgot to inform us. Of course, why bother, we're just two ponies now. Who had ever heard of an owner informing a pet of their reasoning.
The one thing on my mind, grasses, it's delicious and feels good under my hooves. Apparently Silver Spoon felt the same way. I couldn't exactly blame her right now, I'm not quite in the position.
Somewhere about noon something happened. It could have proved to be the highlight of the day, if not for what it is representing. He is apparently making a point out the fact that I'm now merely his pet, rather than his beloved daughter.
I easily recognise the two colts coming over. Snips and Snails. I've seen them at school for months. The mark is distinctive, no way to mistake it for the mark of any other ponies. Only now, they're on all fours. Eagerly trotting into our garden, whinnying excitedly as they found us, maybe I couldn't blame them.
I had been on the back of the yard most of the time, staying out of sight, fearing the reactions of whom ever were passing by. Wouldn't they be laughing at me now. I know I had done it if I saw someone I knew and recognised in the form I'm in, so why wouldn't everyone else do just the same.
If it had been for just the tasty grasses, that would have been enough to keep me on the back of the house. I wouldn't have been on the front of the yard all that much just for that, not until I got used to my situation, which I fear I never will. To be seen in the open, looking like this. I'm a mere pet now, not the outstanding child of my father, like I had been used to. How could I ever reconcile with this change? I did not even want to.
Even if something made me think there could be no chance to turn back time, allowing me or Silver Spoon to go back to who we had been. The fact only pained me even more. There could be no end to the mortification.
Now with Snips and Snails on the yard, how am I supposed to react? I have no idea. I had treated them as the minions they were. How would they react to the change in our positions? I'll still just see them as minions, I couldn't allow them to catch on, and level with me. Not now, and not ever.
At least, they apparently kept to the far corner of the patch of delicious grasses. Had they even recognised me, but I can't assume they wouldn't. I knew they need only see my flank, and they would have seen it by now.
Maybe they take my silence for a bad mood and thus stay out of my way. I can't ask them, and they couldn't respond anyway, even if they understood what I was asking out of them. Maybe it is for the better.
Then I was hit by a shock as I realised I was blushing, every time I'm actually looking at either of them, and if they were looking back, it only grew worse on me. Thankfully they were quick to avert the gaze before it grew unbearable. Maybe they thought I was angry at them, and fear my mere gaze?
Author's Note
Narrative
In Class: 15
Every fillie and colt had just walked into the classroom, and Cherilee followed them into the room. She stood quiet for a moment, counting the foals now seated.
“I have an announcement to make!” she declared.
We all looked around, only to find four seats empty. That's where Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, Snips and Snails used to sit. None of them is present.
“Four foals has left our class. I've been told by mister Filthy, they are not coming back. Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, Snips and Snails. He had arranged for them to move out of town. With that, I imagine class will be quiet now!” she had merely stated.
There was a momentary cheer after the news had sunk in, but the class felt quiet, empty in a solemn way, it wasn't a situation any of us had expected.
“Class would never be the same without them. As much as we hated Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, and what they did to us. I can never quite wrap my mind around losing them!” Sweetie Bell whispered to Scootaloo.
“Yes, we all hated them for how they treated us. I still can't get used to them just being gone. Just a message declaring they had moved out of town?” Scootalloo responded quietly.
“If we know they are not coming back, I guess we could send them a card, wishing them luck where they went? In so doing, it could give some minimal closure, and make us feel they are actually staying out of town?” Sweetie Belle pointed out.
“Y'all know, that'd just be it!” Apple Bloom pondered.
“I think I will ask Cherilee, if we could do that!” Sweetie Belle pondered for a moment, then looking up, only to notice Cherilee was by chance just standing there.
“That's a wonderful idea, Sweetie Bell. I think this would be exactly what you should do. Take your time, and evaluate your feelings while you're doing it. This may be the best lesson I could possibly give you today. It isn't as if foals are leaving my class all that often. I think I'll be writing a card to them of my own too, then I'll see if I can have them all sent off by the next week!” Cherilee announced, with cheerful certainty.
“Thank you!” Sweetie Belle responded, before picking up the card, a pen and colours to draw with, before she started to think of what to fill the card with.
What was I to think, or write, I still had no idea, but that just may be the idea. I had to think it all through before I could know what to think. I never had expected, what I had just been told.
“If she truly wasn't to come back, maybe the only thing to say would be 'Good Luck!' and wish her a happy life? I know they have been pretty mean to us, but both Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon can be very loyal towards one another. I'm sure Applejack and Big Mac would have appreciated the quality in them. At least, if they hadn't been acting so shallow and being so mean towards us!” Apple Bloom thought with a bitter sweet pang of realisation.
“I think we should send good wishes to them since they can't hurt any of us now. I didn't particularly like her, but I can't say I hate her either!” I pointed out.
“Maybe we should try to draw up the best images we could, Pip Squeak, it isn't as if we need to see either of them, so leaving them on a more positive note would be the kind way, and rid us of whatever bad thoughts of them may linger?” Feather Weight pondered in response.
“That's a brilliant idea. Thanks for pointing it out, Pip Squeak and Feather Weight!” Cherilee responded.
“If we're all happy she isn't here, we can afford to share our joy with her, and it is fun to draw happy images!” Pip Squeak suggested happily.
“We do have everything we need to draw these images, and write her this one last farewell. It seems as if we're not going to see her face for a very long time, if at all!” Zipsy expressed with a happy grin on her face.
Author's Note
Silver Spoon 's POV
Play, No End: 16
I had been invited to the Riches home the other day. This had excited me at first, why shouldn't it. They are rich and affluent in the community, so it is a great honour.
Mister Filthy had me dressed up in a fairly curious suit, just before bed. I did not feel as if I could refuse him. In part, because he was quite nice about it and the suit isn't really feeling uncomfortable. I expect him to know what he is doing.
Early in the morning, he had sent for me and had me woken up. There was this curious girl waiting for me in the room. She gave me the treat. Maybe I had enjoyed it more than I should have. He had left me alone with the girl. She had me served a treat for breakfast as well.
Just after breakfast, I had met Snails. That was a surprise, quite the shock. Maybe it took me a bit longer than I thought it should have taken me to see it. He had apparently been given the same treat, while wearing a suit identical to mine.
This is when the true shock hit home. I could see his reaction on his face, but he could express his feelings in words, no more than I could. I had apparently been rendered incapable of speaking as I had been used to. I saw his disappointment and fear on his face, just as clearly as I imagine he saw mine.
In the end, all I could do is to hug my close friend, hoping to comfort him, the way I hope to draw comfort from him.
A while later, we were led out into the back of his yard. Now I realised, just how little I know about him, his family and his habits.
Should I have refused to come to his place, before I had realised the consequences of coming over? Could I have refused him? Did I even want to know the answer now? It is clearly too late to ask, not just because I am mute to him and the rest of the once I know, but it is too late to change anything.
I could see him by my side, merely giving a quiet whine as he looked at me. He had been my friend for several years, now merely a pet and a Pony just like myself. Mute to any passers-by. Strange how easy it is to recognise him, even now.
He may be a mere pet to any and all who see him, but to me he still is the same friend I had known for as long as I can remember. I had been his friend for just as long. I have reason to believe we had been friends before that as well, even if I can never recall what was before that. A friend is a friend, you don't go around and betray your friends. I may not be the element of either honesty or loyalty, but it doesn't make me either disloyal or anything, does it?
At first, seeing Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon had been exciting. It had felt like such a promise. Only then, I saw her angry looks, something had obviously ticked her off and royally so.
I kept my distance in hope she wouldn't take it out on me. Why take a chance on it. What if it had been my fault all along and she merely waited for me to give her the excuse to let loose her furry upon me.
I am a colt, not a hero. Maybe I had read a book of Daring Do, but I had no interest in trying to live up to the standards, or taking the risks involved.
The only thing worse than her taunting jabs, is the silence she was maintaining now. I am but a pet Pony, this is what I would fear the most. Even if I at least had a single friend by my side.
An Unexpected Delivery: 17
Author's Note
Diamond Tiara 's POV
An Unexpected Delivery: 17
I had clearly heard the sound of the Mail Mare, and she had delivered something to our door. I had heard it, but since I stay behind the house, I had seen nothing of the occasion, or what she was delivering.
I can only guess Filthy picked it up, whatever Ditzy may have carried to our door. I hope it is something good, even if it most likely wasn't for me.
A few minutes later, I could clearly hear the hoof steps of my father, Flighy Rich as he was walking through the house. Once he had walked back out and into the light of day, he lined up several postcards on the ground, just outside. A card on each stone tile, no more and no less.
As I approached, I soon realised these were for me, my friend Silver Spoon and the colts; Snips and Snails.
He had actually made the effort to group the cards in order for us to know which cards were for which pony. One section was for me, another for me and Silver Spoon. There was a section for all of us. The once that was clearly for the colts, if it was for Snips, Snails or both, I left alone. They were not for me. Right now, I wasn't up to the act of preying into what they had been writing to them.
I can't respond to any of the cards, so I guess I can just leave it at that. Maybe my father will thank the fillies and colts of Cherilee's class for the kind thought, not that it makes any difference to me. I am stuck here on the back of the garden.
Once I finally got to read the cards, I was shocked. What was I to think and how was I to react? I had shown no special love for any of these ponies, yet they had reached out with a kind word, when I had expected none. Maybe they could afford it, now as they knew I was never to be back in class? I couldn't hurt them and they clearly knew it.
Maybe Cherilee had thought us, and them better than I had realised. I guess I should be grateful for the moments we had with her in class, now I can never see either her or any of the ponies in class.
“Dear Diamond Tiara. I wish you well and the best of fortunes. Generously, Sweetie Belle!” I read, clearly recognising her words as I saw the card.
“Dear Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. I wish you the best of luck and that you have a very cool time, wherever you may go from here. Scootaloo!” red the next card.
Despite myself, they had moved me to tears.
Good thing Snips and Snails both had their own respective groups of cards to read, that would keep them out of my hair. While they read their cards, they couldn't see my emotional outburst. What shocked me, yet again, is just how emotional this moment had made me. I couldn't ignore the feelings I had ignored, forgotten or plain hidden away, both from myself and others.
Of course, maybe I could afford the outburst. It isn't as if I could ever go back to who and what I had been. My days as the little girl, the daughter of Filthy Rich are gone, never to be back. I am his pet pony.
Maybe the cards should mean something to me. I guess I had to read them all. It isn't as if it would make any difference. Still, I read every last card with my name on it. The once that hit hardest, are the once from the fillies referring to themselves as the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Why, certainly not because I had loved them more than any of the others. I guess they had still left a deeper impression on me, though. On the other rubbery hoof, maybe I was envious of the close friendship and how they always helped one another out, when and where ever one needed the help of either of the others.
Then it hit me, in a way I had bound them together. They had found the others, on the party for me. The party they basically hijacked, just by being special, due to not having the mark I had valued so highly. The thought gave me a bittersweet pang as it hit home. What was I to do about it, but I could do nothing so long as I am a pony. Just as it is what I will always be.
I had lost everything I had and everything I had valued, short of the one friend, silver Spoon. In trade, I had been given an owner, and made into his pet, a pony.
I may not like to be a pet, but I guess I could still enjoy the freedom it gave me in trade. As if I had a choice? Why suffer the first blow, when it gave me something in trade? For now, I have no more school. Besides, maybe I could have more time with my father. Could he still love me as much as a pet? Was that what he wanted out of me?
In the end, my head started to hurt. I figured I had been thinking too much. Maybe I shouldn't think? With that, I went back to reading the rest of the cards, before I gathered my share in a pile, saving them as a treasure. A keepsake of what I had traded for what I am now. Maybe that was too deep a thought as well.
There was the one thing I knew I could do, the one thing I knew I did enjoy. With that I moved over to Silver Spoon and muzzled her gently on the side of her neck, begging her to follow me back to the lovely grasses. Thankfully, she realised enough of what I meant to say and followed me. She had always been a follower, even if she had some problems reading the situation, from time to time.
Author's Note
Silver Spoon 'POV
Enclosure or Closure: 18
As happy as I had been to be excused from school, this was never the way I had wanted it to happen, just the same, I had not wanted to come back and parade who and what I had turned into. Yet, fate conspired against me and Diamond Tiara. Even if it was in the name of Filthy Rich. Whatever he had in mind.
Early in the morning, he had simply walked out to me and snapped the leach to my collar, before he continued to round Diamond Tiara, Snips and Snails up, as if we had been a herd of stray pets.
I am sure he had had his time, enjoying his breakfast. Why would he forswear it, even if it is for but an hour and just this one day. I have no idea, but it isn't what I had expected out of him.
Once we were all securely rounded up and gathered neatly, he walked out towards the street, leading us to the park, even if we stay here, for but half an hour, as much as I had loved and enjoyed the time there, each and every time we had gone there. I don't know why or what it was, though I know I had enjoyed it.
He had resolutely marched us along the road, carefully choosing the path that avoided to have any of us on the street as much as possible, even if it had merely been for his comfort since it meant he could avoid walking on the rough pavement as well. Apparently, it had been very uncomfortable to him, just as it was to us and me.
Only in the end, I realised he had still managed to take us right back to school and it is apparently not class. Resession was it called, right? I am not sure I care and now I need not know it. As a pet and Pony, it isn't my problem anymore, for which I am actually thankful. I'm not that ungrateful, even if some wanted to paint the picture that way. I know I had been mean to them, maybe I had asked for it.
“Wait, I think you will enjoy staying here for a while!” Filthy had proclaimed as he leads us through the gate and into the yard surrounding school where Cherilee has her classes.
“Snips and Snails made several excited neighs and whinnies as they trotted out on the grasses, making it impossible for the fillies and colts to ignore us.
I wanted to tell them to just ignore me, but managed nothing more than a few indignant whinnies. If I couldn't run off, could I at least be permitted to sink through the earth or become invisible. Yet, since I am not a Unicorn, I could do no such things. I couldn't even as the two colts to do it for me. At least, not yet.
Trying my best to hide behind Diamond Tiara is as far as I could stretch my limited abilities, which is exactly what she tried to. Just that both Snips and Snails made it hard to impossible to hide since they drew the attention towards themselves with their rambunctious behaviour.
True to themselves, Snips and Snails moved about, trotting madly in any and all directions at once. I guess I had to hoof it to my grand old man, my owner did manage to stay one step ahead of each and every move, while keeping both me and my friend; Silver Spoon safe and out of harm's way, as well as out of the way of these to colts.
I have no idea as to exactly how long I was to endure this. Yet, if this was prolonged much further, I would simply collapse on the ground of the school where I once had considered myself the more or less unquestioned Queen. Now a mere pet, not even a lowly servant.
“Greetings, Cherilee!” Filthy greeted my former teacher.
“Welcome, Filthy Rich. What a lovely surprise to see you on such a perfectly sunny day like this!” she responded.
“This is a lovely day, indeed. Celestia and her weather patrols be blessed!” he spoke.
As an hour to the day, the school yard had been fenced in securely, leaving only the gate open for the next pony to enter.
“Her sun is truly blessing us. I am pleased to see you are quite well. I take it your transfer of the fillies and colts went well on your end. I hope they are going to learn everything they need to learn, now as I have no hoof in their education!” Cherilee pondered.
“Thanks for mentioning. Yes, I am doing quite well. I am arranging for a new private teacher for them to be here within a few days. They will learn all they need to flourish. I take it your classes are quiet and enjoyable, the way you wanted them now?” he enquired.
”Even if not every pony love you, we need you and your talents. Besides, you have never bothered me, I have no cause of concern or contempt towards you. I am merely glad to hear they are getting the education they deserve. It may be earlier then customary, but if you feel they would do better learning from another teacher, one who can give them what they need, who am I to protest?” she pointed out.
“The gate is securely closed, Cherilee!” Scootaloo informed her teacher after she had noticed the situation.
“Then I could allow the colts a moment of freedom on the school grounds?” Filthy enquired.
“Yes, certainly!” Cherilee responded with a nod.
With the confirmation, he reeled in both the colts and released them from their respective leaches, only to see them burst of and spread out on the field, happy to be free to roam for a moment.
“Would you please lead the fillies in, into the quiet confinement of the school building?” Filthy extended, indicated for Scootaloo to help his fillies since they were clearly distressed in the open.
“Sure, why not. They seem to be manageable. I hope they are more comfortable inside, out of sight!” Scootaloo responded, accepting the two leaches and walked the pets inside.
“I had never expected this to happen. He is quite a sophisticate, nice stallion if you don't have to compete with him. He has fine taste in pets, too! ” Scootaloo though as she closed the door behind the pets, Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon.
“I fear they require more peace and quiet than the yard currently can provide. I may not be the expert like Fluttershy, but that doesn't make me a brute to my pets either. I like to enjoy the moments with my pets in ways you don't have in any other company!” he confided.
“I think you should be quite safe in here!” Scootaloo pronounced, just after closing the door.
I merely let out a slight whinny in relief upon hearing the words, it seems quiet and out of sight in here, after all.
“How could it possibly come to this? The filly I had love to tease, now giving me sanctuary? ” I thought quietly, incapable to voice the solitary thought as it hit me.
As I sat down, Scootaloo pulled the leach from the collar, letting it hang from the back of her chair.
I noticed she placed my leach to the right, while she placed Silver Spoon's to the left of the back of her chair. Not sure if there is any relevance or significance to the detail, or not. I just chose to take it the best possible way for my personal state of mind's sake. It made me feel more special, this way.
“You are such a cute and adorable little pet pony!” she then spoke, in the manner one addressed one's pet.
I couldn't reply, but I guess I could nod in response. I did know and understand what she said. There is nothing that prevented me to act upon what I was told.
Then I noticed that my old chair and desk had been removed from the room already. For a moment I wanted to cry, but something stopped me. Was it something in his conditioning of me, or was it my pride, still as strong as ever. I knew I was proud and I did never hide this, why hide it now?
“You are too small for me to ride, yet you are a perfectly adorable pet. Maybe I should ask my parents for a pet, just like you?” Scootaloo enquired.
“Yes, maybe you should!” I thought, merely nodding in response, pondering just who would be pushed into the service as her pet.
I could have laughed at the situation, had I not been the pet that made her say these words. Of course I couldn't laugh in the manner I used to, the way I would have, if she had said this, while I still was the girl in her class. Maybe she wouldn't even realise how I had laughed at the idea, or why. The mere notion did make me feel. Maybe not quite the joy I used to have in teasing her, back in the day, but still.
Since I am a pony, I did not feel particularly inclined towards sitting or lying on the floor, the way a puppy would have. Besides, I can't really sit on a chair, my own or otherwise. With that, I just stand before her, looking quizzically at her as if it was something I wanted to ask her, something I wanted for her to do for me. Yet, I couldn't ask or make the point. I had to wait for her to choose to do, what I wanted her to do.
This is when I realised, just what my tiara had meant all along; I am a show pony, even if it does look very much like the crown a Princess would wear, only not with the special sign of her position. Besides, I am an earth pony, not an Alicorn. I could never be a Princess as an Earth pony, as much as I may have resented it.
Author's Note
Girl's POV
An Arrival: 1
Instead of a convention, I had chosen to go on a one-week vacation. It is the Sunday, just after I was free from work idea, as it goes.
From finding the site, to booking the small cabin wasn't a very substantial leap. Vacation is to be fun and relaxing, after all. That's why I chose it in the first place.
There was apparently a bus taking me to the small village, aptly named 'Ponyville', after the show, or isn't it? The bus was going back and forth, once a day.
I had gone lightly packed since they included everything I was to need, or it is what I had imagined from what had been listed as included in the deal. The most important, no cash required. I had paid, before the ticket had been sent to me by mail. I had received it, at least a week before the departure.
I had been carrying little more than the clothes on my back, why bother carrying more, if everything is included?
Arriving at the cabin, the door was unlocked, the room empty. I had moved into the cabin, there is a living room, a bed room, a kitchen, and the Mares room, as it was. Basically all I need, after all.
The living room holds a sofa, a table, then the three chairs and the TV. Naturally, it is a beech wood floor, the walls were covered in wooden panels, matching the walls. I had found the remote, and light just under the ceiling. Nothing much or fancy?
There is a kitchen, including all I need, which is including food, both prepared, and more for me to try my hoof in cooking, if and when I so desired. I had tentatively poured myself a glass of juice, orange, by the looks of it.
Once I got to the mares' room, is the first chock. No old fashioned toilet. There was another utility, in its place, simple and to the point. I need but stand up on the spot, and the lower orifices would line up. Simple as that. I found the sink, opposing the utility, of some confusion. There is even a set of towels.
I had even found the shower, no complaints there, once I had gotten used to the first chock of unorthodox designs.
In the bed room, I found a bed and the night stand. There is a night light, naturally, by which I had been promised, I could read. Just as there is light from overhead. I also found the wardrobe, that's where all my clothes, or garments had been stacked away, awaiting my arrival. They are the size I had specified, thankfully.
Once I had slipped the gloves on, the final changes came over me, not just the fact that my hands now are hooves. Furthermore, I found myself standing on all fours, like the pony I had come to pass for. That's natural, it is what I had come to expect, even if I had initially doubted it.
These changes are undeniable. I can't just see them, I feel them in every possible way. The one thing setting me apart, I had not put the muzzle on. I guess I'm not about to?
First I just walked up to the bed, looking it over, it did look inviting, and now it does look exactly right, I had to try it out now. Slipping down, just resting for a few minutes, just for the sake of it. It did feel just right for me. I had been resting my head on the pillow, my pillow, at least for the duration of my stay here.
I slip out of the bed, rose to my hooves. Funny how mundane and ordinary this did feel already.
Looking down at my still fair complexion, what would be considered white, for as long as I'm here, not that my skin had been dark.
Maybe it is my red hooves and garments, making it stand out all the more. I decided I enjoy the contrast. I'm not the one to complain. Could I have chosen white, if I wanted the contrast reversed, I guess I may have had the option, as I opted for various choices? Now that is too late, and by far. Can't say I regret any of my choices, not yet, and I had vowed, not to. It's a vacation, and I will enjoy it.
If I am to enjoy myself, I could as well have another glass of the delicious juice, I pondered. With that, I walked out, yet leaving the door open, maybe to have some fresh air? Entering the kitchen, the door had been left open, why bother closing it? I soon found what I had been looking for, the glass and the juice, then pouring myself some more, lifting it up, then slowly sipping, not greedily, but considering and enjoying my situation.
What I had opted for, truly did feel just as relaxing and comforting as I had hoped it would. Just the careless life of a pony. Everything already stacked high, awaiting me to make use of it.
Then I opened the clear glass door, in order to put the pitcher of juice back, only to find a bowl of salad, which I picked out, slipping a fair portion into a small salad bowl, before I picked the fork and started to enjoy my meal. I'm not a ruffian brute, I'm a cultivated pony, just as I had been. Isn't that what I had chosen to be?
Just as intended, I had enjoyed it in silence. It had been just as fresh as had been promised.
I had found a pair of stockings the night before, just before I had gone to bed. I had slipped them on, just as I had slipped into the gloves I had found. If only I had known what they were. It is exactly what Diamond wore the night before.
I had barely been awake when it happened, but he had placed the muzzle on my face, just as he did with Diamond the Diamond Tiara who was my friend, I guess she still is.
Of course, he had then moved further, introducing the hooficurist to me. She had extended the same treatment to me as she had given Diamond, the day before. Filthy apparently was richer and more well-connected than I had dared to imagine?
By now, there is no way I could turn back. The muzzle had fused to my face and is securely sealed in place, with that, I'm stuck in the new form as a pet.
“Don't Worry, Cherilee has been told of your absence, and your father asked me to take special care of you!” Filthy pronounced in an amused tone of voice, making both of us know, there would be none looking for us.
What shocked me, is just how good it feels to walk on the grasses on the back of the house, not to mention the smooth stone tiles of the carefully laid out paths, he apparently have designed meticulously?
Since I could see him walking along the paths, I figured he knew what he was doing and enjoyed them Royally. If only I could have asked. That's when I realised, I'm devoiced, just like Diamond. All I could produce, are the whinnies.
They had sounded adorable, until they came from my very own lips. Now I'm not quite as excited about the sounds. Though I guess I should be happy, I still do have Diamond with me?
This would take something to get used to. There would obviously be no school, whatever use I'd have of school looking like this, and incapable of speech at any rate?
Moving around on all fours was starting to stick, not that I could get up on my hind hooves, even if I had tried. If I had been able to, why hadn't Diamond done it at least once?
Strange, it had never occurred to me, he never offered us breakfast, but I knew he had had his breakfast while I was treated to the hooficure, even if I never saw it.
I had just realised just how much I had enjoyed the grass he had planted, for what now appears to be for my benefit. Is this my shock, or is it the fact that he had planned it all along. I had seen when he planted it several weeks ago. He had boasted about how he got a hoof of it.
Apparently, this was all I had to eat, but at least it tasted better than most I had been served even on the finer restaurants. There was no escaping the realisation, as embarrassing as it was.
Wouldn't everypony recognise me, looking like this, while walking on all fours? I still have the cutie mark fully visible on my flanks. There would be no end to this mortification, I just knew it, having Diamond Tiara at my side did not lessen it in the least, it only made it all the worse since she suffered the same fate. Now there was none to stand up for us.
How long could we possibly suffer the fate he had lined out for the two of us, or would there be others just like us.
What made it so confusing is how good it feels with this grass under my hooves. I can't get up on my hind legs, but right now it feels too good with the grass under my hooves to care. Only I couldn't express how it felt, though I guess she felt the same, so I didn't really have to.
Every time I open my mouth, the only sounds passing my lips are these whinnies, nothing but whinnies. Like a pony? I guess I had to be one, in this case.
Why had the treatment felt like such a treat in the first place, in the beginning, only to turn into this, a prison and a punishment.
I can not speak, I can not walk, even if it saved me from school, but I'm still a mere pony, rather than the daughter of a wealthy stallion. How could it compare. That's well beyond me.
On all fours I can both trot and gallop to my heart's content, just as I can make the cutest of whinnies, even if they're abhorrent to me at this time. I just can't reconcile with the situation, or position I had found myself in. How could I?
How could he have put me in the position, what could possibly have made him do it to me. It could make no sense to me. Even if I'm no longer alone, which was a small relief, despite who it is and what it represented to me.
How strange, I constantly feel hungry, I never did eat more than my measured meals before, and I felt quite happy leaving the table. Now I am eating more or less constantly.
Oh, but wait, there is clover growing in the grasses. That's a welcome surprise to me. I had never expected to enjoy them this much, and they really do taste great. Then I found a few daisies in a corner. Just the glory of it. I guess I had actually enjoyed them, even before this fate had befallen upon me.
Such a twisted fate, for a little fillie like me. How could I ever be expected to make it now?