Author's Note
Rainbow Dash's POV
Curfew Lifted: 1
I had never really thought of it, or been bothered by it, but I had never even thought of going out, until now. I slipped the quilt off towards the wall and slipped out of bed. Soon hearing the regular thuds as my hooves hit the floor. I knew it and expected it. Then I had slid the quilt back into place, leaving my bed made, after I had ruffled up my pillow, that is.
As a Pegasus Pony, I never really considered wearing much clothes. Even if I had the commonly accepted top and skirt, tailored to be comfortable on a Pegasus, just like myself, without getting in the way of flight. The tight fit and smooth, streamlined fabric did exactly that, it is merely a causal suit for a Pegasus to wear, without getting in the way.
Chizuko gave me an entire wardrobe full of garments, including both the skirts and tops, but also boots and googles, just like the once we all know they wear and use in the Wonderbolt troops. Oh yeah, there isn’t just the one troop anymore, there are a second and two reserve troops as well, these days.
Since I never had been outdoors before, I haven’t worn either the boots or the googles yet. Maybe today is when I am to try them on for my first time. I know I can go out now. As a Hologram, I could never venture out of range of the Emitter, simple as that. I know it now, because I am no longer a mere Hologram, but an individual, free to do as I please.
Once I had gotten out of bed, I walk over to the wardrobe and open the doors, only to see the full length mirrors on the inside of the doors, just where they had always been. I slip out of my skirt, then pull the top off of me, up over my head, before I slip them into the small space on the bottom of my wardrob, knowing fully well they are going off for washing. Then I pull out a new Skirt, looking critically at it, before I step into it, a hoof at the time, pulling it all the way up, feeling the integrated panties firmly around my hips. Then I pull out a Top, reaching hy hands up, before feeling the garment slide down comfortably, as easily as I had gotten used to, pulling it the last inch, feeling it slip into place.
Since I had planned to go out, I pull out a pair of Boots, looking at them, before I slip them on. I feel them stretch, in order to swallow a hoof at the time. It does feel a bit unaccustomed as I slip the boots on, but then I can safely forget wearing them, since they don’t really assert enough pressure for me to feel them, once they are on. I leave the googles where they lay, I don’t need them, they would merely look silly, if I wore them indoors. Wearing the Boots is a way to announce that I am finally ready to go out. At least, it is how I feel.
With the boots on, I close the doors of the wardrobe and walk to the door to my balcony, looking out for a moment, before I finally did open the door and stepped out. I love the scent of fresh air, the scent of grasses teasing my nostrils. The breeze in my mane feels great as well.
After a few minutes, my stomach reminded me of where I should be going, so I walk back into my room and close the door behind me. I still keep the smile on my face, from the new experience.
Now I walk to the door, open it and exit the room, before closing the door behind me, once more. From there I go to the stairs and walk down and continue to the kitchen, where I feel the lovely scents of a breakfast, readily awaiting me.
When I finally did get to the table, I could clearly see Soarin on his place, enjoying the Muffins and Cider our breakfast commonly consists of. Chizuko use to buy them at the Sugar-Cube Corner, a mere block away from where we live. She goes to the Sweet Apple Acres, every once a week, buying a fresh supply of Apple Jack’s Cider. I love her to bits for this. Just as I know Soaring love her for buying the Pies while she is over at the Orchard. We all knew how much he loves the Pies, but I can’t exactly blame him, not just because Apple Jack is a very close friend, which he had been since before I could remember.
I may know that both Soarin and I were born and raised in Cloudsdale, but that is way back, even before we met Twilight Sparkle. Oh yeah, she still do have her Library in the middle of town, just as Rarity runs her Boutique, not too far from there.
Once I see the Muffins and Cider, I hastened my steps to the table, slipping the chair back in order to sit down at my place. From there I slip it in under my rear, before I pick up the first Muffin and take a good bite, chewing contently, before I swallow it down with a gulp of Cider.
Chizuko always removed the peels from my Muffins, before she serves my breakfast, although she did the same for Soarin and herself too. I guess she prefers to do it that way, leaving the Muffins readily waiting for us to enjoy the treat. Naturally, she always buy her Muffins at the Sugar-Cube Corner, where Pinkie Pie sells them throughout the day, after she baked them, early in the morning. Unless she runs out of them prematurely, in which case she eagerly bakes more, just for the joy of selling them to any who feels like grabbing a bite, or having something to eat, at what ever time, for as long as she keeps the shop open, which is most of the day, most days, any day of the year. Even if there are a few exceptions, like Hearth’s Warming Eve.
