Author's Note

Ballerina's POV

Ghost is Prologue: 1

I had chosen the body for the vacation from the menu available. Once I had chosen to have my time off in Ponyville, the obvious choice is a Pony.

They promised that it was perfectly safe, due to the freedom of connections. Just the alternate body shipped to the village, with my brain inside, waiting to be reactivated upon arrival. The local Ponies would handle all these things. They would come with their very own Personality matrixes and artificial intelligence. Once assembled, they would not be susceptible to any hacking from outside sources.

Aside from Ponies, there are several other choices, even if they had placed limits on each form, depending on how common they were in the original village, before the Vacation Season.

Even if I was among the first to sign up, thus not really affected by the effects of sold out or booked up places. There are only so many cottages available at any given time. Booking was done by week or month. I chose a full month.

As I go over the options, I noticed numerous limitations and descriptions of what was possible for any Pony living in Ponyville. Certain colours are banned, or could be on just one or two Ponies. Some colours are available for either the coat, or the mane and tail. For some reason, the brighter the colour, the more likely it was to be acceptable in the village. Brown, beige and grey were all permitted, but commonly only with certain types of Ponies and personalities. In the end, I go with the Technicolour, or Candy colour, both for the coat and my main and tail.

If I chose a bright cyan body with the matching cerise, it should stand out in just the right, acceptable manner. I want to be original, individual, not a mere copy, found in scores all over the village. What’s the fun in that?

Once I made my choice, another choice came up, something referred to as a Cutie Mark, looking like a Tattoo, or a Pictogram. A graphic representation of my individual personality and talent. Something that should make me instantly recognisable. I found an image of a pair of Balerina slippers in an altered version for these equine Ponies. I chose metallic bloody red, yet an elastic rubbery hue to it.

For some reason, gradients and multicolour options are all but banned. In part, this was in place to protect the few Canon Ponies who does have these. Why did one need these, unless it was part of something larger? It isn’t merely a means to look edgy or Emotional, or any such pointless notions. I guess I could see the point of it. I am perfectly happy with my choice, just the three colours in total, even if the shading effect on the mark is there.

As I arrive at the Travel agency, they had a bed readily awaiting me. No connection, or the likes, just a space where my more Human body was to be stored in a sleeping fashion, while I am on my vacation. The controlled Matabolism sure is convenient now. They merely moved my ghost from the original body, to the Equine Shell, ready for shipping. Oh yeah, sorry for that Pun, as amusing as it came out, when they first told me.

I wake up the following morning. Of course it is a bright morning as I open my eyes after I had arrived. Maybe it is part of the sale’s trick, but I do enjoy it all the same.

The bed feels soft under my body. The thick quilt still does feel fairly light and the pillow is both cool and fluffy in my experience.

As I slip my hooves out from under the quilt, just after I had folded the topmost part of it out of the way, before I set hoof on the newly polished red Oak wood floor. Looking back as I folded the quilt back, I notice the quilt had a pattern of slippers, not too different from the pair I had chosen for my flank, what ever the significance would supposedly be in my case.

Looking up, I noticed the wallpaper on the walls, a light cyan background, multicoloured Ponies, not too different from myself, dancing all over the wall, from ceiling all the way down to the floor. I guess this did impress me at first glance, but how I would feel in a month is any Pony’s guess.

Apparently, there is a double sliding doors to a wardrobe on the hoof side of the bed. At first I thought it was merely a comforting blanket, a tribute to where we came from. On second thought, I soon noticed another reason, the bed linen are also stored in the closet behind my bed. Some Ponies, mainly the upper class like Unicorns wear clothes, although some Earth Ponies in the worker class also wear clothes, but more for the utilitarian reasons in their case.

Looking closer, the shower is on the other side as well, giving me direct access to fresh clothes and towels from inside of the shower, as I get in and out of the shower itself. I guess I still am going to love an honest live hot shower in the morning.

What initially shocked me, even after I had read about it before I booked the vacation trip is the fact that I am on the second floor.

After a long shower I thoroughly had enjoyed, even more so than I had dared to expect, I dried myself off and slipped into a short but stylich skirt and a matching top. Maybe I’m not quite a Unicorn, but it still did feel best to wear the skimpy suit. If it isn’t for the origin of where I came from, I feel like an upper class Pony. Doesn’t my mark make me into upper class? I don’t know. Yet, it made me feel more comfortable.

With the tight hugging sensation of the fabric or material of the suit, both on my chest and jigglies and around my rear end, I feel secure and comfortable, going down stairs to investigate and examine the rest of my home.

At the base of the stairs, I found myself in the hall. From there I could choose to go into the Mare’s room, in or out. I chose to go in, expecting nothing out of the ordinary from my Mare’s room, or if this was mainly due to the fact that I had no pressing urge to go in there right now.

My Mare’s room is a small and straightforward utility for a Mare to relieve herself. Just the common items and details, nothing fancy, right.

For a moment, the living room is a bit awkward, mainly due to my new form as the Equine Pony, as opposed to who I am on vacation from. Yet, there is a sofa to the right and a small table before it. Only no TV. There is a door to the kitchen and dining rooms respectively before me.

Continuing, I have a nice space outside. Not a balcony as the usual standard where I used to live, but an entire garden.

There is a rose on each side of the door on the front. Most of the back is simply green grasses, but there are apple trees with red, delicious looking fruits among the branches, from what I could see.

The path up to my home is laid with light red stone tiles. A convenient space on the back is also laid with matching red tiles.

I like the general theme of my home, the wooden floor and green wallpapers makes me feel comfortable and right at home. Something else that ensures and reinforces this sens is the pile of muffins in the fridge. Some Pony had apparently placed them there before I arrived. I nip one, pull the white paper off from right under the pastry, before I thoughtfully chew on it, considering my next move. I had to do something, right.

Once I had enjoyed the first muffin, I had another, and swallowed the last of it with a sip of juice.