A Con Ticket to a better Life

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A Gift ticket in the Mouth: 1

A Gift ticket in the Mouth: 1

“Are you going to any con? I have planned a few for the summer vacation. I know you use to love getting out and see the people, and the commotion of the respective show!” my sister pointed out.

“Sadly, I haven’t managed to get my eyes on an invitation that caught my fancies. Maybe I haven’t tried hard enough. Yeah, I do love these shows!” I responded.

“Oh, wait. Maybe I have something to get you inspired to go out on a con this summer too?” she suggested, pulling out her wallet, flipping between tickets, used or new.

“Thanks. If you find something exciting?” I responded, trying to catch the theme of any one of the cons she eyes over in a blurry instant.

“Oh. Oh, oh.. Oh. There is something. A Furaffinity with a grand prise for the best costume. The prize is promised to be at five grand as the Grand prise!” she pointed out excitedly.

“Whoa, five grand? That is almost too much for me to dare enter. Yet, I guess I could enjoy to just trot around as a Plushy Pony in one of these silly fur suits? At least none will recognize me while the suit is covering up my identity!” I suggested.

“That is a perk with these plushy fur suits on the Fur Affinity conventions!” she responded.

“If you can spare me the ticket, I guess I can’t turn down the offer. I will make my best to make it into a blast!” I conceded.

“Sure. I have more than enough conventions to attend to. This ticket had your name written all over it!” she responded, pulling the slip out of her wallet and passing it over.

“Thanks. I owe you one!” I responded.

“Don’t mention it. I know you will find something to spoil me with at some later date!” she pointed out confidently.

Of course, I knew she was right on the money this time. She had me, right there.

Now I had apparently promised my sister to go to the con, I couldn’t back down now. Not that I had not been looking forwards to just such a con in the first place. I had no idea as to how much she had paid for the ticket in the first place, she had never said and I never asked. I guess it is in the expression; never look a gift horse in the mouth?

What suit would I drum up for the grand show? I wanted to win, naturally. Not so much that I actually did need all that much. Just as I had no idea as to if there were other prizes or what they may be.

I had mentioned a fur suit and trotting there like a Pony. That much made sense to me. I had been to another furry convention, and everyone wore these plushy fur suits Anything furry was fair game, as it had been explained to me. A Pony has fur, so I figured I would be one of these.

Once I had made up my mind and chosen to go as a Pony, there are a set of choices to make. What kind of a Pony would I be and what colours would I choose? I could be any breed or just a fantasy of my own. Now I just had to make it, unless I could find and pay someone to make it for me in time for the big day.

Of course, just as stated before, Plush is the fabric of choice for fur. At least it is to me. After that; I need to have a pair of hooves, as a pony. There is the small detail of mask for my face. I also need some manner of gloves to cover my hands too.

I had seen a few interesting designs on line, on sites such as Fur-affinity and the Deviant Art. I just had to make up my mind and choose what I was hoping should carry me to the con and grant me the excitement there. As exciting as it could have been, winning the five grand, undeniably.

Technically, I could pass the ticket to a friend, so long as I knew someone was actually using it and enjoying that one day at the con. Yet, I did not quite feel like passing it up, even if I could have traded it or sold it for cash. I mean, I could have.

Now my first choice is if I was to make the suit on my own, or ask anyone else to craft it for me. Only the choice was pulled right out of my hand. I found the guy who promised to produce a suit for me. I had seen him at the DA site, as I was browsing images there before. Now I noticed a comment on his page, where he stated that he could craft such a suit for a small fee. I guess it is only fair of him to ask for compensation for the time spent.

Once I had the tailor lined up, I had asked him of course. I had found the price quite reasonable and agreeable, on the lower end.

He had been quite happy to feed me suggestions, for the suit. As a matter of fact, he had been eager to help, even at the low price given initially.

At this point, I had opted for the miniature nail hooves. These would be matching the larger hooves I was to walk on, while not giving away as much of me as the alternatives.

For some reason, I had ended up giving measurements to the suit. All on the slim end of the spectrum, giving me a rather tight fit.

The suit would still be made out of a rich plush, just as I had intended all along. I am going to be a light green Unicorn, as it turns out. The tailor will even throw in a nice Cutie Mark on my flank. I ended up, opting for five red gems in the orientation of a blossom. I could I could pass as Ruby Blossom now. The mark would be sporting embroideries as contours, and holding the fabric of the mark in place.

Since I had opted for a Unicorn, my green mask will be sporting a small horn in the common standard. I opted for a horn about five inches in length and a decided right hand spiral that would be easy to see or feel.

My tail and mane are important to me. I had chosen a bright fiery blue. Naturally I would have rounded bangs, with a gap in the middle up front for the horn. On the back of my neck I was opting to have three thick braids on each side. The tail would be fairly similar to my bangs.

He had told me that the hooves would be covered with a thick and highly elastic rubber, mainly for the grip it would lend me. then he had agreed on making the hooves a high gloss and shiny finish.

In the end, he had explained that the suit would be consisting out of six separate components. The suit I was to wear, the stockings, the gloves and the mask, or rather hood to cover my head and hide my identity while I am wearing the suit.

Once the package had arrived at my home, I found the suit covered with what I thought was a felt fabric internally. Although there is a rubber bonding holding the suit together and holding it in the chosen shape and pose.

I had eagerly paid the man. Not that I could back down, he had done fa too much for me at far too low a price to even argue about the deal.

Once I tried the suit on for myself, I had been alone in my bed room. It is late at the night before the big day and the con. I would have to drive there by myself. I would wear nothing but the suit, with the gloves, stockings and the hood hidden in a solid leather back pack. If only I had realized what was to come, or the significance.

Oh, the suits fit me alright, even if a tad tighter and more formfitting than I had expected, and feared I was to enjoy wearing. Yet, I guess I could make due for the day. Maybe I could even get used to it? Then came the stockings and hooves. I had momentarily feared I would not be able to walk properly in them, but had been taken aback by just how easy it is to walk in. Not that I am the girl sporting high heels. I had in fact never worn a pair in my entire life, let alone owned any. The gloves looks like a fairly simple deal, even if I now have the colour around the entire tip of the finger, not just the nail. I do keep my nails fairly short already, not that I commonly used to paint them either. Just a shiny polish to keep them looking fresh. Pulling the rubber mask over my head and slipping the furry sleeves down had been easy. I guess this could be some fun.

I guess the short to minimal muzzle is a small surprise, if you excuse that pun? I had never expected it so agreeable or easy to handle either. Besides, breathing is a breeze, as it were.

I had slipped into the suit, just as planned. Just as I had told myself, the gloves, stockings and hood is hidden in the leather back pack. My bare hands on the wheel as I drive. I keep the money in a small pocket of the same back pack, thus limiting my accessories.

I do wear a pair of thin white silken socks under a pair of light sandals, while driving. I can easily slip them into a small pocket of my back pack as I enter the con and they will be out of the way and out of mind.

As I stepped out of the vehicle, I pulled the back pack out of the passenger seat and closed the door behind me, locking the door and turned towards the entrance of the building.

I followed the path from the parking to the entrance with light and joyous steps and approached the door. I passed the doors without a thought, they just opened as I came and closed quietly and unnoticed behind me. It is almost as if a ghost manned the gate.

Once inside, there are two bouncers and a desk tended by a girl wearing a fur suit. I think she looks like a pretty skunk, but I guess I could have been mistaken. Not that I care either way.

“Ticket, please!” she exclaimed in an overly excited voice as I come forth.

I pull out the ticket my sister gave me before I ordered my suit and place it on the desk before the girl. I could see her scrutinizing the slip carefully, almost as if expecting forgery, or someone trying to use the same ticket twice. Not that I expected it to be very likely, but you never know. Of course, there is the chance of an old or stolen ticket. They do come with a serial number, so they would be traceable as easily as bank notes.

“Nice suit. A green plushy Pony!” she responded as she was noting me and ticking the ticket off on the list as I entered.

“Thanks. Yeah, that is me!” I responded.

I picked up the ticket and put it back in the wallet and continued in, into the building. Following a steady stream of other furries as we all headed towards the main area of the con.

I had managed to find a free spot on which I could sit. Then I slip the sandals and socks off of my feet and slip them into the pocket of my back pack, before I pull up the hind sleeves and slip the new socks on, and slip the sleeves back down. With that, I have a pair of proper hooves to walk on.

Now I pull up the fore sleeves and pull the gloves on, before I slip the sleeves back down.

Finally, I slip the hood down over my head and thus hide my face behind that rubber mask. It does feel tight and restricting as it slide down over my face, but once in place I soon manage to ignore it and forget I am even wearing it.

The horn in my forehead is hard and stiff, just like the horn of any Unicorn. My ears are naturally perked up in a ponyish smile too. What I initially failed to notice is just how close to my face the mask actually is, as it permitted me to make regular facial expressions, including smiles and frowns. Blinking and closing my eyes is also a breeze. I had apparently been gifted with a silver metallic eye shadow. As I close my eyes, I see exactly nothing, and as I open them it is normal vision right there.

Looking closer, there is no visible seams between any of the parts of the suit, it is just one solid green with the blue mane.

I had slipped all my possessions into the back pack and slung it up on my back as I finished examining myself. from now on, I am the plush Pony furry at the convention. With that, I moved out in order to mingle with the others.

Once I rose from the chair and walked out into the publish, I soon found just how easy it is to walk in the suit. I had expected it to be harder, a challenge to me. Mainly because I never even wore a pair of high heels. I have never tried on skates or skis either. I had no experience of how they feel to wear.

Now I found myself walking on the hooves as if they had been my feet. The grip on the floor is fabulous as well. No hint of slipping in a wet puddle on the floor either.

As I picked up a glass in order to drink, I had already forgotten all about wearing the gloves, so I failed to realize just how natural it felt to wear. Although I guess the shiny miniature hooves and the colour does give me a kind of a hint, any and every time I noticed them. what I had never been prepared for, is the sensitivity of the sole of the hooves, both the large hind hooves, and the miniature once on the tip of each finger. I guess I had expected the hooves to just be hard and highly insensitive. I guess I couldn’t have been more wrong.

Once I got the first glimpse of an actual mirror, I could see that I do look just like the image of the Pony that had prompted me to ask the guy to make me the suit in the first place.

The green fur is close to what is Emerald green, by the looks of it, if I could say so myself. The Rubies on my flank did come out beautifully as well. If only I had an actual ruby to compare the colour and shape with, but of course I don’t have that here. Just as I could never go to a store where they sold jewelry in order to compare either. As if I could have worn it in public, but I will never have the chance, in any event.

I put my right index finger to my lower lip, only to shiver in surprise from the sensation I had. I actually do feel the miniature hoof on my lip as if I had been nude, not wearing a hood and gloves.

On second thought, these rubies on my flank are exactly the design of the diamonds on Rarity’s flank, or the general design of gems in Equestria. Gems, not the large once, of course.

At this point, I couldn’t resist the urge to pull a braid on my right side, only to feel the tug in my hair as if the mane had actually been what I had been born with? Maybe I should have paid the guy more than he asked for, or even prompted to pay him several times more than the asked price? Yet, that is too late now. I am at the con and am wearing the suit.

Looking down, what was to pass for my feet looks exactly like Equine hooves. The once on the tips of my fingers are exactly the same, only smaller. Only on second thought, they look like suction cups underneath.

Now I had to do the next dumb thing, I couldn’t resist the urge and lick the sole of the right index finger. Only to feel as if it had been the tip of my finger. Aside from a somewhat different and more acute sensitivity. Was this how an actual Pony would feel? In surprise, I stumble and take a step forwards, then a few more before I could stop myself.

Too late, I failed to stop myself and the momentum the imbalance brought upon me before I had already stepped into the mirror.

Looking back, I see another mirror just like the one I had stepped into. It is lined with Sapphires in the pattern of nails lining a horse shoe you may put on a regular Pony back home. This is clearly the same mirror as the one I had stumbled through, even if I guess it is the back of it. Only now I am in a very different room. Besides, it is in a very different places as well.

I notice prim black stone tiles on the floor and cherry wood panels on the wall. Yet, something is screaming basement in my head. Not just the cheer lack of windows, is it?

As I turn around in search for anything to see, a clue as to where I am and where I could go from here. I found a door matching the wall.

Maybe I should at least have tried to see if I could go back the way I came, but the idea never entered my head. Just as I never checked myself in order to see if anything had changed. Now, why bother? it is clearly impossible to change, just by going through a mirror, even if the original act may sound preposterous in the first place. If you stumble into a mirror, it breaks and scatter into countless little shards that falls down onto the floor. Good thing that never happened.

Only now, I am not wearing a suit, I am the Pony I had been dressing up as. As real as the gloves, stockings and hood had been, it can never match up with the real thing. I guess I should claim that I had been warned as I examined myself before the mirror. or is it the gate I had summarily and unceremoniously stepped through.

Maybe I should have considered my choice of mark before I ordered my suit and asked for the Ruby Blossom? I guess I just chose it for pure aesthetics or the fun sounding name.

Of course, now I am covered in that very same short coat of pony fur. The hair on my head had become my actual mane, the one I had effectively been born with, even if the braids are freshly made for me. Almost as if I had gone and had it done just prior to entering the con. Even if I am no longer at the con, right?

As I walk towards the door, I feel as if I had always been the Pony, even if I still am an Anthropomorphic Pony. I reach out my hand towards the door, but see a blue glow from my horn, just before I see the door go up. I guess I am new to being a Pony.

I had noticed the door closing behind me as I walked though. Just as I constantly hear the ponyish little noises from my hooves, even if there is the squeaking rubbery twist to what I hear. Then I noticed how my ears turned to scan for the sound as I walked into the room.

As I stop in the middle of the seemingly identical room, I notice that it is once more quiet. Not a sign of anything or a single sound from anywhere. If you don’t count my heart beats and my breathing. I am apparently alive and it is clearly not a dream. I am not hallucinating from a fever or any similar occasion either. Aside from how my body had changed according to the worn suit; everything else is normal. At least, if you ignore the blatantly impossible, the use of magic. I think it is what it is. Yet, if I am a Unicorn, it is still logical.

As impossible as it may sound to me, considering where I thought I came from, using magic is natural to a Unicorn. At least it is how I view the subject. Since I am neither a filly nor a little girl anymore, I guess i am a mare now. As a mare, I am considered old enough to be in control of my magic to the extent of who I am.

Now, here comes the tricky question; who is the mare Ruby Blossom? As in who I am now. It is clearly my name, just as I had asked to have the mark placed on my flank prior to arrival in which ever community I may be now. I guess I am somewhere within the Equestrian borders. Is it possible that I am in Ponyville, or Manehattan? or was I flung to some other less well developed and explore place?

“Okay, Ruby Blossom. That is enough, pull yourself together!” I spoke sternly to myself, not realizing that any Pony else could be anywhere near enough to actually pick up on what I was saying, or that I was in fact speaking out aloud in the first place.

Of course I had pronounced every last word out aloud, for every Pony to hear. Embarrassing, but what could I do about that now? Probably nothing.

With my luck of the moment, this could as well have been a Big Brother maze in which I am filmed and recorded for the amusement of the viewers, and the editor crew. Yet, for now I guess I could still nurture the hope that was not the case.

In a fit, I sent out a loud audio pulse, not even realizing that I had done so, or that I was capable of doing so. There was no reaction. The room remained quiet and in silence, almost as if I had been in a mausoleum in the dead of night.

As I open the next door, I am greeted by a very long hallways. Aside from the deep purple crystal, shining in the spares light.

“I am in a castle!” I echoed my thought in words, only to hear a series of echoes back and forth as the sound of my voice traveled from my mouth and to the end of the hall I had just entered, and then bouncing back against hard crystal.

“Where am I?” I then pronounced.

Nothing. If not for the echoes of my voice, the silence would have been deafening.

I just stood there, quiet, silent and almost entirely motionless, waiting for something, trying to make up my mind as to which way to go. Would I go to the right or the left? I had nothing to go on. I do not know this particular castle.

As much as I hope I am in Equestria and possibly Ponyville, I could as well have been in a castle anywhere else, like in Griffon Stone or even Dragon Stone, the way my luck had it right now.

I take a few steps into the hallway, and stop in the middle.

“Wait, assuming I am in Equestria, which castle does have these purple crystal walls?” I told myself, looking around critically.

“Oh, but of course. Ponyville’s new Royal Castle. Even if the Crystal Empire has a castle made out of crystal, but not this deep purple crustal. besides that castle is not new and thus the crystals should be nowhere near a shiny as they are here!” I pondered, now more quiet than before.

Next came the chock of all chocks. something swooshing by over my head. A flying Pony, indoors. Even if it is a large castle and the ceiling this far up. I guess I still am poorly prepared.

“Wheee!” I hear from the mare that had just been flying above me.

“Uh?” I exclaimed.

I hear rubbery squeaks from hooves hitting the floor, the Pony, or an Earth type Pony to be exact had hit the floor. Now she is bouncing towards me in a characteristic manner. Her bright pink mane bouncing with each and every step as she bounced towards me.

“Okay, that does it!” I put forth.

Now I could clearly see the pink mare bouncing towards me. There was no other place to go and I am trapped. I can’t go anywhere now. I guess I could have tried to run, or to go back to where I came from, but once spotted, there is no escaping her.

“Hiya, Ruby Blossom!” she merely greeted me as if she had known me all her life while we both knew she never had seen me before.

“Hiya. Pinkie Pie was it?” I responded a bit confused by her blunt recognition.

“But of course, silly Ruby. Every Pony knows me and I know them intimately!” she pointed out, matter of fact.

“Then I am in Ponyville, right?” I inquired in response.

“Yeah, d’oh. But alas, call me Pinkie, every Pony else already does. It would just be silly and embarrassing if you started to call me names!” she pointed out.

“Pinkie, since you know every Pony intimately, and we clearly are in Ponyville, but how did I end up here?” I retorted.

“Of course I know every Pony intimately. I guess you could compare me with your legend of Saint Claws, was it? How can I throw your welcome to Ponyville if I did not know what kind of a party you liked and what would make you the most friends here in the village?” she teased.

“Uh, Saint Claws? Now, are you just promising me a party and officially welcoming me into the community? I guess I could have room for a few friends around here!” I pondered vocally.

“That guy with the red suit and the bulging sack stuffed to the brim with gifts to all the good little children. Saint Claws. Of course you must have a party, welcoming you into the community. Nothing less would make due here. Not if Pinkie can have anything to say. Besides, I have the notion that a certain Rarity may like to see you about something to wear, even if you would opt for a casual suit. Even if I guess I may like your saddle bags, though!” she committed.

“We call him Saint Nick, where I come from, but I guess I can follow where you are bouncing of to now, Pinkie!” I responded.

“Good, because it is time to resume my bouncing up towards the ground levels now!” she stated, matter of fact with a sly grin plastered all over her face as her mane clearly tightened up the curls even further as she bounced up and down in a fierce speed.

Then she slowly started to move forwards as I followed her as best I could. Not that moving forwards or trotting had been a problem before. I just have a problem in following her in the mad to outright insane dash along the long hall. Only to see her continuing down the next hall to the left and right. What shocked me all over is how the doors shied away from her as she sped ahead.

“Uh, Pinkie. Just how large is this castle?” I interjected, after minutes of speeding along the hallways.

“Uh, I don’t know. I just love these long hallways and the smooth shiny floor. Besides, I can bounce as much as I please. No Pony in the way down here!” she responded with an infernal giggle on her voice, spinning like a cat, or a Ve-Eight revving beyond safe limits.

In the end, I resorted to the only safe means to keep tag of her and keep up, I extended my magic to lock on and levitated after her, while keeping clear of the crystal walls and what ever other object she saw passing us by as she continued along yet new long hallways.

Thankfully, she stopped at the next flight of stairs up to ground level, only with a screeching halt that had sent me flying up in splinters if I had still been content with galloping after her in the regular manner.

I followed her with just a step behind her as she trotted up the stairs in moderate haste, rather than in the insane neck breaking speeds she had maintained along the hallways, as long and dark as they may have been. Of course, they had been empty and she had known of it, naturally.

The only reason given is that she is pinkie Pie. There can be no more reasoning. Even Twilight Sparkle herself had given up on explaining pinkie Pie and her antics. apparently. Even if I had very little and vague hints as to what the means of her investigation and research had been at the time. Yet, she had given up.

Once up on ground level, she resorted to bounce along at moderate speed I could easily trot after her in. I guess I should not complain. Just for the joy of seeing a glimpse of a world I had never asked to see. Yet, in the speed and intensity of being the co pilot of an F-1 Racer. Maybe I should have applied to the US Air Force in hope to pilot one of the Jet Fighters. I would have been safer and had more chance to actually enjoy that ride.

As I look at the pink mare known as Pinkie Pie, I suddenly and unbidden have the image of one of these rubber balls I had while I was younger. One of them had apparently been a bright pink, and I had loved it at the time. I still recall just how eagerly it had been bouncing at any chance I gave it. What ever I threw it at, and at which ever time. Day or night, it remained tireless and inexhaustible into the vary last. What ever happened to the bright shiny ball?

On second thought, God must have snatched it in order to leave room for Pinkie. Maybe Pinkie had been made out of the essence from the ball?

As we arrived at the kitchen, There is a Dragon cooking.

“Hiya, Spike!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“Hiya, Pinkie!” Spike responded, before he even noticed she had entered the room.

“Spike, meet Ruby Blossom!” Pinkie continued, pointing his attention towards me.

“Hiya, Ruby Blossom!” he greeted me, clearly licking his lips as he heard her pronouncing my name.

“Ruby, meet Spike the Dragon and Royal Librarian of Ponyvilles castle of Friendship!” she then continued.

“Hiya, Spike. Nice to meet you!” I responded in turn.

“That is a rather curious and delicious name you have, Ruby!” Spike then added, on second thought.

“Some of us are clearly blessed with a Name, or something of an exciting life and importance. A Royal Librarian!” I countered in glee.

“Well, I guess I am a little bit important. The Ponies in the Empire thinks so at least!” he responded.

“Your title and importance is part of who you are. I still need to figure out exactly who I am. I may have my mark, but that isn’t everything there is to a Pony or her life!” I pondered.

“Yeah, Spike doesn’t really mean Jack. I am proud of being Twilight’s Librarian, though. Just as I love helping Rarity, when ever I have time and there is anything I can help her with!” he continued with a dreamy look to him as his mind momentarily wondered off into the distance and projected an image of Rarity smiling at him.

“Maybe you could prepare breakfast for just one more Pony today, Spike?” Pinkie inquired.

“Sure, what’s the difference if I made just one more portion. It isn’t as if any Pony would notice the difference, not with all the important guests and dignitaries Twilight has over these days. The true problem is that I have to do all the dishes!” he pondered with a slight grin.

“As Sassy Saddles said, she is the most popular Princess in Equestria, these days. As if she has not worked for it. I have seen her work herself all the way to the bone!” Pinkie added cheerfully, but with a sullen glare in her eyes on the last words.

“I take it I will see Princess Twilight today. Any chance Rarity will be over for breakfast too?” I inquired.

“From the schedule; that is most likely to be the case. I predict that she will be here just in time as I serve the meal!” Spike assured with utter confidence.

“I may need to ask her for a new suit. I feel a need for a casual suit for my every day, if I am to go out in public. Even if I heard that one could go out on the streets without embarrassing one’s self!” I pointed out.

“Yeah, most ponies doesn’t wear anything, when they go out. Even if the farmers like Applejack may wear their work dudds if they have work to do. Just as some more stylish Unicorns still wouldn’t consider going out without something more stylish to wear. Rarity is definitely one of them!” Pinkie Pie enlightened me happily.

“I just so happen to be a Unicorn myself, so I guess it would be prudent to have at least one casual suit in my wardrobe, even if I am in Ponyville right now!” I pointed out.

“Oh yeah. I did notice the characteristic horn on your forehead!” Pinkie Pie squealed.

“Greetings, Spike and Pinkie Pie!” Rarity exclaimed as she approached the Royal kitchen.

“Hiya, Rarity!” Pinkie Pie squealed.

“Good morning, Rarity!” Spike added.

“Rarity, meet Ruby Blossom!” Pinkie then extended before the Unicorn presented as Rarity even had the chance to cast a glance at me.

“Ruby Blossom, meet Rarity!” she finished the introduction.

“Good morning, Rarity!” I greeted her.

“Good morning, Ruby Blossom!” she greeted me as she finally had managed to enter the now rather crowded kitchen.

“Time to head to the dining room, Ponies!” Spike pointed out as he was feeling the pinch of the crowd.

“Rarity, I was told you are the Pony to ask, if you need something to wear in Ponyville!” I addressed the white Unicorn on the way towards the dining room.

“Yes, that is quite correct. I design, produce and sell clothes and accessories in the Carousel Boutique in the centre of Ponyville, where I live with my sister Sweetie Belle!” she explained.

“I hope it is acceptable to ask you here now. You see, Rarity, I do need something to wear. For now I would appreciate it, if you could craft a casual suit so I could have something to wear. All I have is the Saddle Bags on my back!” I pointed out.

“We can’t have you running about in Ponyville in the nude and embarrass yourself if you would be more comfortable, wearing a casual suit. If you can’t pay, I would consider it a fashion emergency!” she responded.

As I am a Unicorn, it would be more comfortable if I had something fitting to wear, even if it is just Ponyville. I don’t know what currency is acceptable here, so I don’t know if I can pay you right now. I will have to check that after breakfast!” I responded.

“That is quite all right, dear. I can’t even take your measurements while we are here, anyway. Don’t worry, if you have nothing to pay with; that is quite fine by me!” she pointed out.

“Then I will follow you back to your Boutique after breakfast, if you don’t mind that is?” I suggested hopefully.

“That is an excellent idea!” she pointed out.

Of course Spike came in with tea. he also carried cups, spoons and all the other common accessories that went with serving tea.

After a moment of examining the blends I chose one, before I managed to pour myself a cup.

“Lemon, that’s a classic where I came from!” I pointed out.

Of course, this is when Twilight Sparkle entered the room, Applejack and Fluttershy as a tail.

“I guess we are all here!” Twilight then announced.

“Twilight Sparkle, Applejack and Fluttershy, meet Ruby Blossom!” Pinkie Pie introduced me.

“Hiya, Ruby Blossom!” twilight extended a hoof.

“Howdy, Ruby Blossom!” Applejack continued.

“Hi, Ruby Blossom!” Fluttershy peeped.

“Ruby Blossom, meet Twilight Sparkle, Applejack and Fluttershy!” Pinkie Pie finished her introduction.

“Hiya, Twilight Sparkle, Applejack and Fluttershy. Nice to meet you all!” I responded with a little smile on my face, looking at the new Ponies as they finally had arrived and thus completed the group.

This is the instant spike returned with the breakfast.

“Seems we have one more Pony by the table today, Spike!” Twilight commented a Spike placed the rest of the accessories of the meal on the table.

“Yeah, full house. Pinkie Pie found her in your basement!” Spike explained.

“Great place for a quick exercise down there. Finding a new friend is good any time of the day, and anywhere you go!” Pinkie exclaimed.

“I guess I can see your point, coming from you, Pinkie. There is no place or time you don’t enjoy finding or making a new friend, now is there?” Twilight grunted in mock annoyance.

“Why? Of course it is what I always do. Besides, you have been studying the magic of friendship for ages now, Twilly!” Pinkie giggled, as if oblivious of Twilight’s joke.

I had just had enough time to go over the small inventory of what my now Saddle Bags contain. As funny as it may seem, the sandals and socks are still intact. I was wearing nothing else as I drove to the con, due to being in the fur suit. Since it is a fur suit, it apparently counts as garments I could happily wear outdoors. Yet, since I was basically only wearing it while I drove the car and walked to the con, none actually really noticed is as odd clothes.

Most of my Saddle Bags are now empty, being the pockets where I carried the socks and gloves of the suit, and the one where I carried the hood.

I had kept a large portion of the then back pack empty, just in case I would find something to buy. Just as I had not carried anything I did not need at the con. I had never planned to go before my sister passed me the ticket, thus I had never planned to sell anything there.

The final pocket is the one previously containing my wallet, such as it had been as I live my mundane life. As I finally do open this hidden inner pocket, I find something odd. All the old bank notes are gone, probably due to being useless here in any case. Who cares about American paper money in Equestria?

Yet, what I found is the Bits and Gems the former bank notes and coins translated into. From what I had seen, I do have quite a lot on me. In all honesty, I did have to tell Rarity. It is utterly wrong to pose as poor, when you are in fact not. I am not a bad Person as a Human, and I do not intend to start out as a bad Person as the Pony the con turned me into.

Even when it means to let her know where I had kept my fundings in the inner pocket, it felt like the right things to do, so I told her up front.

“Rarity, there is one thing I will have to show you!” I pointed out as we had trotted to her Boutique.

“Of course, Ruby Blossom. I am listening!” she responded as she pulled out the measuring tape in order to get the measurements.

“I was not certain of how much I had, or if it was actually acceptable as currency before. Once I had checked, I can as well show you up front. Then you can decide if it is enough for the suit I had hoped for, or not!” I pointed out, pulling the items out of what had once been a wallet, making Bits and Gems spill out over the table.

“For a mere causal suit in the style you were looking for, just one of these Gems should cover the cost!” she pronounced.

“With that worry out of the way, I guess I need you to take all the measurements you need!” I responded.