Author's Note

Riku's POV

The Early Surprise: 2

Just as I woke up, I realised something was off, not just that I had been woken up, but I knew I don’t have hooves, for starters. For a moment I couldn’t put a finger to it, then it all came to me.

I had used one of these balls the other day, then I had given her Manicure and Hooficure, among other things. I had enjoyed doing it for her, just as much as I imagine she had enjoyed giving me the same in return.

Only she had not slept during the night. Had she swapped our balls? Since the ball feels the same as the other day, I realised she had managed to copy the balls, before swapping. Maybe she could have swapped the original balls, but I feel better, knowing the ball is still my size. This is still my ball.

Her nibbles are considerably larger than mine, I had enjoyed the looks of it, but forgot to consider any consequences of the choices. Guess I do enjoy the way my nibbles feel, large as they are.

Now my legs are in the posture hers had been. I have a pair of hooves, while I clearly don’t have the feet as they had been the other day. This would prove interesting, I guess.

At this point, I slipped the quilt off of me and slipped into a sitting position, it was still feeling natural to me, she was in her Anthropomorphic form, as opposed to the Pony form I had seen on the show. That would have been awkward, if I had found myself on all fours, I guess. yet the realisation left me curious as to how that would have felt.

As I sat my new hooves down onto the floor I realised something more had changed, I had apparently sprouted a tail during the night. I guess I should have known, it was after all a part of the form that all the other changes came from as well. I had turned into the Pony I had enjoyed playing with the other day. Question is if she had changed into me too. How much she was enjoying to look like me, while I look like her.

I just had to see this in the mirror, in order to take in all the details, though. I can clearly see the changed that are below my waist, like my legs and hooves. Just as the tail made itself obvious enough, in part, due to the fact that I can move it up before my eyes.

Only took me a moment to get used to the posture and hooves, before I managed to walk to the door. I opened it and exited my room before closing the door behind me. Then I walked to the girls’ room where I could see my reflections in the mirror. My complexions are truly my own, the changes had never touched them.

Naturally, my hands look like hers had, before I went to bed. I could see my nails long and shiny before my eyes, glistering even in the spares light, before I switched the light on in the small room. Every little silly detail is identical, including the rudimentary pads on the tips of her fingers, now mine. The perfect nails is an interesting detail. something I easily could get used to, guess I had secretly wished for them in the first place, even if I had never really been aware of it, partially because I knew I couldn’t have them. Well, now I could.

In the final analysis of things, maybe I should try to see exactly how I wanted to look, through the reflection of her Holographic image. If it is the only way for me to see how I wanted to be, I guess it may be worth a try. I still like her the way she had been, as I saw her pop out of the screen and set her hooves on the floor. Just the way I look now.

Was this how she was feeling, interesting I guess. I just had to ask her, once I had explored myself, just a bit further. as I look into the mirror, I see my face, such as I had made her look the other day. Herequine ears, her eyes and muzzle. It was all there.

Now I slowly lift my hands, tentatively placing them under my jigglies, feeling the round orb-like shapes in my hands. placing my thumbs on top of my nibbles, slowly exploring the sensation. I almost screamed as I felt the pads rub my large nibbles, sensitive as they are.

A soft moan still escaped my lips, I simply couldn’t help myself. What surprised me even more than how sensitive my nibbles are, is how sensitive the pads on the tips of my fingers are, even if I knew my fingertips were sensitive before. I had half by half expected the difference makes them slightly less sensitive. Guess I had miscalculated there. if it is the pads themselves, or the difference in the skin and texture. Maybe it would be most correct to say that it is a combination of both? Guess I didn’t really care, but I certainly do enjoy the effects it had upon me.

Then it hit me, I wanted her to be the way she was, even if making her into a Human version, just in order to explore myself could be fun too. I had made her into the perfect companion for myself, just the way I had intended in the first place.

I just had never realised, just how deeply the changes and her presence in my life had affected me in the first place, I still have more exploration on the subject before me. It is unavoidable, not that I mind.

Of course, I could have a Pony version of her as well, just for the fun of it. Yet I need to feed her, before I can truly enjoy her to the fullest. I like for her to be as alive and real as possible. She needs to be a physical individual for this. At least, I think she has to. I don’t want her to sit sleepless and bored as I sleep each and every night. Why, how could I leave her each night, just waiting for me?