Author's Note
Dawn Trotter's POV
The Secretive Shuebox: 1
I close the door to the bedroom behind me, ready to go to bed, even if I did not feel as if I was to collapse the instant I got to the bed, or would fall asleep the moment my head made contact with the pillow, but it is about time.
Walking over the pink Cherry tree wood floor to the wardrobe, sliding the red beech wood panel door to the right in the traditional Japanese manner. Now I pull my old and used, white top over my head, slipping it into the wash-bin, before I let the skirt and panties fall to the floor, kicking them up in order to drop them on top of my top. Looking down on the matching cotton ensemble, before I was about to turn to the left in order to pull down the suit I was to sleep in. I love wearing a fresh new white suit when I go to bed.
Only now, a reflection from overhead caught my eyes, so I pull down what looks like a regular cardboard shoebox, only to find a surprise. I pull it down, carrying it to the bed, without even looking for any fresh suit for the night. Walking the few steps to my bed nude did not bother me.
Once the cover came off, I found a suit made of a very curious fabric, even if this certainly is not cotton or even silk. The slick slipperiness and the insistent elasticity excited me and incited me into picking them up for a closer inspection.
Even in this weak to none-existent light, they are florescent to iridescent, glowing in a blue to cyan tone, otherwise smooth white.
The first garment I find is what would look like a mask for Halloween, or any similar Holiday or festive event. I bent down, feeling my fingers grasp the slippery, yet elastic surface and pull it up and out of the box. To my surprise, not only did it look as if it could actually fit me, but had a curious equine touch to it. The face enthralled me and incited me to lift it up and to put it on. Yet, for what reason the mask was here, or why it had been placed on the top of this pile, I had no idea.
Once I press it to my face, I sense a liquid surface slowly adjusting to hold on to the skin of my face. Ensured it would not fall off of me, I once more bent over and looked down to examine and investigate the reminder of the content on which I had so recently stumbled.
The next garment resembles a pair of thigh high stockings, only with strange looking feet, as if they had been crafted for a pony. Yet, right now I am too curious and too tired to consider any such significance, thus merely pull these two white garments up from the pile in the box. Lifting my right foot, feeling my toes slide in into the tightly compressed space, yet feeling no real pressure as I pull my foot down while holding my hands up in order for me to stand upright while slipping the stocking on, only to be surprised at just how far the stocking would reach. As I let go, it was barely an inch from my mound.
Looking down momentarily as I carefully placed my foot, or rather hoof onto the floor. Curious, but since I could stand steadily on the tip of what was my toes, I did not directly react on the strange feeling to this moment. I merely repeated the process, feeling the rubbery material swallow the other foot, calf, knee and thigh.
Of course, had I tried to pull the stockings off of me now and failed, I still would have panicked and screamed at the top of my lungs. I am not that brave or anything.
On top of the pile, I found a pair of matching white panties, looking as if I could fit inside of them, even though the mound did look a bit on the generous side for my private details. Yet, curiosity still got the better of me, causing me to pick them up, slowly stepping into them, right and left, before I pull them up, only with a strange tingling sensation along my legs as these panties made contact with the stockings covering my entire legs, nothing to do about this, maybe I should have pulled the panties up, before I slipped into these stockings. Only that is too late, the stockings are already on.
For a moment, I curiously stroke my thigh, no strange tingling sensations, the same goes for my hips. I just feel the touch of the hand as it touches my flesh, lightly pressing over my skin. Should I have been disappointed, or excited? I just can’t make up my mind, right now. Maybe I am just a bit too tired?
Good thing I am alone, the sounds and noises I was unconsciously making would have worried anyone close by, including myself, I dare say. I am not bothered by the presence of Horses, I love them. Yet, the sounds I was making now, inside my very own home in a clearly residential area, that would get under my skin too.
Next thing on the list is a top. As tight as it may look, but that isn’t what pulled me in. The complexion, mirroring my very own was the thing to stick out.
Picking the garment up, critically looking at it for that one brief moment before I lift it up over my head, allowing it to slowly slide down, before the final tentative tug assured me it was in place, fitting snugly.
The surprise is that I barely feel it pressing in from all sides. Yet, I can clearly see the effect on my chest as the top gave me a firm B-Cup, but more of the teenish Cup-Cake, then the more orb-like breasts of a fully mature woman. I guess I found it complimentary and felt flattered by the impression. There is the one detail sticking out, the fairly large excited looking nibbles. I couldn’t exactly hide them now. How could I?
With the top on, there is but the one thing left of the pile as I look down into the box, previously containing shoes, supposedly, but I have no idea. Had I recalled putting the box there, or seen it being placed there, I may have known. Now I have no idea, and even less care as to the point. It just looks like the box you buy shoes in, and thus I referred to it as such.
Once I had seen the top, the complexion of the gloves made so much sense, I was half by half expecting them to look the way they look.
My left hand soon fetched the right glove, allowing the fingers to enter effortlessly as I pull the glove further and further up my arm, until it covered everything but the final inch of my shoulder, leaving next to no margin between glove and top, guess it is the way I wanted it, after all. Then I feel the left glove slide up over my hand, wrist, elbow and upper arm, as I repeated the process.
What I missed, or failed to notice, are the details, like the nails, the pads at the tip of each finger and finally the suction cup that is the surface of the entire palm of the hand, both right and left. The hands are identical, but opposite, naturally. I couldn’t have two right or left hands, but one right, and one left hand.
This left me with a thumbs up, for hitting the hay as the expression goes. With that, I soon slipped in under the white quilt and found my head resting on the large pillow. Shortly after my head was resting on the pillow, I found myself fast asleep. A comforting and rest-full slumber, like you always wanted it, but rather never really did have. Or, did you?
All of a sudden, I find myself fully awake, standing on the shiny floor, looking around, curiously trying to figure out, just where I were and how I had ended up in the room. The floor is covered with the same wood as the floor in my bed room, the same goes for the walls. Only, there is no light switch to be seen anywhere, just as there is no lamp hanging from the ceiling. That was curious, everyone has at least one lamp in the ceiling in their rooms. Or, didn’t they? Apparently, who ever lives here, has no such light. No electricity to be seen either.
I hear the sound of a door, opening and closing, the sound of some Pony stepping into the room, the distinct sounds of light, soft hooves on the shiny wooden floor.
Just as I hear a voice behind me, I turn around to face, who ever was in the room with me.
“Greetings, I am Luna Lulamoon, Princess of Equestria, in charge of the Moon and the night sky, patron of sweet dreams and protector of those in need of shelter!” she pronounced as she addressed me in a greeting.
“Greetings, Princess Luna. Is it acceptable if I address you as Princess in these terms?” I responded, somewhat unsure of myself, the situation and what was going on around me.
“That is quite all right, my dear. Thankfully, Equestrian Royalties are not as strict and formal as they once were. I am her to help and guide you into a new existence, once you clearly are not accustomed to yet. It will be my pleasure and honour to help you find your place in the community of the village Anthroville. For a small rural village, it is quite exciting and lively. I think you will start to enjoy it, once you get the hang of it!” she explained in a very relaxed voice, to the point of being on the dreamy end of things.
“Now you sound more like the People’s Pony, to me. I never was much for the strict and formal myself. A vibrant village sounds about right for me. Yet, I fear there will be something to get used to, nonetheless!” I responded.
“If what you say is intended to imply that I serve my people, then you are quite correct. Getting used to the informality of the new era was something of a challenge to get used to. Yet, I have found myself right at home, my people have managed to express more of the sentiment I was craving as a young Princess. Anthroville may be a small, rural village, but I can assure you that it does feel more like a small to medium city!” she put forth.
“Then you are exactly the kind of Princess I would have chosen, if it was up to me to make the choice. A leader needs to be there for her people, the once I know of, expect their peoples to be there for them and sacrifice everything for their greater glory, as if they were appointed by a higher power, not to help and serve the people. I think I am starting to enjoy this, already!” I put forth.
“You can be there by tomorrow. It is your choice, if and when you go. I am merely here to help and guide you into the life you are choosing for yourself. Just remember, the night is no longer the home of lingering fright and terror, not as long as I have anything to say about it. I expect to see you again soon!” she pointed out.
“Wait, is this a dream, or is it real? I think I am looking forwards to seeing you. That is something I will gladly remember!” I responded.
“Technically, it is your dream. Yet, I am as real as anything you ever saw or touched in your entire life. Since we are here together now, I can ascertain you, you are going to see me again, don’t worry about that. Besides, your nights will be restful as ever!” she continued.
Then I looked out, only to see it was night, the moon standing low as in the early morning, just before the sun was to rise above the horizon.
As my gaze once more moved back and down, into the room, the Princess still did stand before me, just as dark as when she had been the entire time, with the black splotch on her flank and the crescent moon in the middle of it, in bright light.
“It is time for me to leave you now. You are about to wake up to a bright new day, and I have duties towards my people. They need me just as much as you do!” she pointed out.
“Bye, Princess Luna. I hope to see you again, and soon!” I responded.
“Bye, Dawn. You will see me again, that much I can promise you!” she responded, just before she turned around and walked out of the room, merely stopping to open and close the door behind her on her way out.
With that she was once more gone. I am alone in the room. Guess I could look around, but there was little more to see and the edges were already fading out as I woke up.
As I woke up, I realised, I am once more back in my very own bedroom, just where I had gone to bed the other night. Yet, the images of the final dream of the night still lingering, as if it had been a memory I couldn’t shake, rather than a dream. Maybe she was real, after all.
On the one side, I have the wardrobes, on the other, I had a plain wall, only now there is apparently a new door there. Curious I slip my feet, or rather hooves out of bed and down to the floor. My floor. As my white hooves hit the floor, I folded the quilt to the side and sit up, before I rise to my hooves.
Once standing upright, I bend back over my bed and fold the quilt back neatly, leaving the bed as it were as I walk towards the newly discovered door. Whatever could be behind it? I had no idea, maybe because I never had seen it before.
The door opens easily, just like any other doors in my home. What a shock? On the other side of the door, I find a living room. To the right and left of the door I have empty bookshelves. Apparently, I had never had the time to buy books.
To the left I found two windows, one on each side of the door out to the back of the yard. Apparently, I had a yard at the back of my home, not a mere balcony.
There is a door to what seems to be the kitchen, and to the right, I found the door to the front of my hone and yard. The hall, to be exact.
What surprised me as I entered the hall is that I have a top, a skirt and a pair of boots standing on the floor. Maybe the saddle bags shouldn’t be too much of a shock, it is where I carry my bits, and whatever I may choose to carry with me.
Of course, these items, or garments are all made out of more traditional materials, not that I cared to look too closely. I don’t know what they made clothes of, and if I am in Equestria, only the Ponies would know.
Slipping the skirt on felt easy and natural, just step right into it and it tightened up around my waist, thus staying in place. The top was much the same, it slips down as I pulled it over my head, just the way any other top I ever wore would have done.
Then I stepped tight into my new boots, apparently, they use a rubber not too different from all the shoes and boots I ever wore either.
The only challenge is in how I put the saddle bags on, even if I guess that is more in my mind than anything. In the end, they fit me quite snugly. From the weight and feel to it, I did have a fair amount of bits in the saddle bags too.
If I had reflected on the dress code, I would have noticed that the skirt is the same short variant Ponies always wore, when they did wear anything like a skirt. Although it is fancy and frilly, for all I could see. As to the top, it is very short, to the point, merely holding my jigglies, for all I could see. It does cover about five inches of my arms, counted from my shoulders and have a very chick collar to it. I guess I am a bit up class among the Ponies, from the dress code perspective, but I am used to more clothes than they commonly were wearing in Anthroville.
The boots merely cover my new hooves with clear rubber, from what I could see, but I am not about to complain. They protect my hooves and feels as if they enhance the grip on the pavement on the side walks of the streets.
Since I am new here, my home is at the outer edge of the village, but on the far side of the infamous forest named Everfree. That is where the Apples have the farm, Sweet-Apple Acres. I just may go there and buy some apples for myself later.
Right now I am looking for a breakfast, which takes me to the centre of town and Sugar-Cube Corner, where Pinkie Pie is awaiting me.
The frisky breeze, minimal cloud cover and comfortably warm sunshine makes the walk a pleasant one. Even if I had to walk through most of Anthroville, just to get to the Café, but I could make due. There are few outstanding buildings, aside from the one I had come to know and recognise as Carousel Bourique. I guess it is rather aptly named since the second floor is exactly that, a Carousel. The Ponies on poles, just the way you imagine a Carousel, even if these Ponies are Anthropomorphic Ponies in this case. A stark if not hilarious sight, in my case.
I also saw the stark remains of what once was the old Golden Oak Library where the then Unicorn Twilight Sparkle lived, up until the Oak was blasted to splinters. She had managed to save both Spike and her pet Owl, Owlowiscious, but little of the books remained.
Once I see the Café, as strange as it may look, reminding me of the Ginger Bread house the Witch of olden day stories used to live in. Only now, the Cake Family lives there. They also have the Café and a room for Pinkie Pie, who currently happened to stand behind the counter, waiting for whom ever was happy enough to step in.
As I pull up the door, I am greeted by the jolly noises from the door chimes. Peaking inside, only to see the pink mare, where I knew I was expecting her behind the counter. With that I slip in, quietly, only accompanied by the tiny squeaking noises from my boots. There is a second set of chimes as I let go of the door behind me, as I walk farther into the room.
Pinkie Pie has an eagerly energetic air around her, far surpassing even the most rambunctious, rebellious and over energetic child one will ever see.
“Hiya, I’m Pinkie Pie. Anything I could help you with?” she burst out.
“Hiya, Pinkie Pie, I am Dawn Trotter. I would love a kettle of Lemon Tea, and a Muffin!” I responded, momentarily taken aback by the lively reception, even after I had been warned about her manners.
“Hmm, Dawn Trotter. Then you are the new Mare in town, Luna wanted me to see you into town, as it were. Our beloved Princess of the Night. Tea and Muffin, I can fix that in no time flat!” she responded, extracting a Mufin from the slot among the pastries in the general direction where my eyes had wondered off to, as I asked.
“I was in the mood for something fresh, without taking the effort to make anything, or go to the store. Your Café was on the top of the list, Pinkie!” I responded.
“Okeley, dokely. Easy, peasy. We always have the sweetest and most taste-full pastries in town. On the other hoof since you are new here, I need to throw you a Welcome to Anthroville Party!” she pointed out.
“I love parties. I just never had many chances to go to any of them!” I responded.
“Then consider this an extra special treat. I’ll be in by the table in a moment, just go right in and take a seat by the table of your choice!” she pointed out.
