A Suit; Extended

Rarity’s show had been a blast and Pinkie Pie had made an epic show. What I recall, it the friend I made just after the backstage experience, though.

As I wake up, I am confused; did I really take that suit off of me, and did I go home alone. The room is dark, and I am not sharing the bed with anyone. Of course, this just had to be my bed.

If I did not take the suit of, it would explain why I have hooves and why my hands still don’t feel quite as my memory claims my hands should feel.

As I focus, I soon realize that my hon starts to glow, from the slow increase of light in the room; the very same hue as my horn should have been glowing, from what little I recall from the day before.

“This is odd, but it is odd in a way I can get used to!” I ponder.

There is no response. No voice in my head or from anywhere else, explaining the situation. I know there was a voice of Rarity explaining things, while I wore the suit the day before. Is it quite; because the girl of the voice is still sleeping? Or is it because she can not hear my thought; since I am not currently wearing the suit?

“I guess the quite is a welcome change of pace, even if it was convenient, to have someone explaining things!” I ponder.

There is no voice, no response of any kind. Quiet.

I do not mind quiet. Just as I do not mind the magic given to me by Rarity. It is a gift from Rarity, even if it was handed over to me, by Sunset Shimmer. Just as it is still from Rarity, even if Twilight sparkle and Pinkie Pie had aided her in crafting the suit. It may have been a has-met suit, but Rarity still made her creation out of it; with the help of a few friends, only too happy to lend a hand.

Is the magic truly mine, even if it came to me; only while wearing the suit with the specific extensions included? I do not know, but I think I will see it as me. The glow only appears, when I focus; just as the magic only does my bidding.

Could the magic truly change me, deeply enough to affect me; after the suit had been taken off of me?

There is no sign of the collar around my neck; but there is a black accessory that could have been a collar out of black rubber, on my night stand. Of my extensions, there is not a sign in my room. I could have left them at school, if I had taken the suit off of me while I was there, just as I could have taken it of, after I came home.

In the strange light of my horn, I can not see a sign of the device I should have placed over the door. Does the lack of the device change anything, or is it just because I had placed it in another room?

On second thought, I do have the make, corresponding to my name on my thigh. The place corresponds with the flank on the Ponies where the other Twilight sparkle came from. Just that I have no idea of it.

As I emerge from under the quilt, my body is indeed the same silicon white as when I wore the suit. Once I set hoof on the floor, the hooves are exactly the same metallic bloody red as they had been as I wore the extensions under the suit.

“Why is my mark looking as if it had been a Unicorn’s horn; with a sun rising behind it, as if the horn had been a hillock? While the details does make perfect sense; I still can not explain them, even to myself. Shouldn’t I be able, to explain these details?” I ponder; still with no response from anyone or anything, in the quiet room.

With an effort I make the bed, smoothing it out as if there had never been anyone sleeping here tonight. I focus my effort and the horn once more is dark.

“The magic could be very useful!” I ponder.

Exactly what I could do, I have no idea; it is limited by the time and effort I put into it, aside from the talents I have, described by the mark on my flank.

“What kind of magic do I even have?” I ponder; “With the mark in mind, it is bound to be something flashy and bright!” I continue.

“What if.. ?” I ponder; focusing my magic, watching my horn aglow, then imagining the floor clean and glossy.

The next moment, there is a flash; before all dust evaporate and the floor is coated with a thin layer of clear, high glossy rubber in ts place.

“Okay, that was interesting!” I exclaim.

It looks; almost as if the floor had been covered in a sheet of water, even if it is no more than a mere inch or less. As I take a step, there is no hint of water; but a sense of elastic and grabby rubber is clearly sensed, under my hooves.

“This is fun!” I exclaim; “Maybe I should apply this trick, to the rest of my hom?” I ponder.

For now, I still do refrain from repeating the trick; coating the walls with rubber. The floor of the next room over, as well as the ceiling is staying, as they were, as well.

“Clip, clop! Clip, clop!” I hear my hooves squeak, with each and every step I take over the floor of the room.

Of course I would have the same sounds, as I step out of the room; just without the squeaking quality to it. Can’t say I mind how my hooves makes noises, inside or outside of the room. It is who and what I am, end of story.

“Wonder if I could make this into something more practical, than just a polished floor?” I ponder, focusing on the thought in my mind.

While I had just closed the door to the room behind me, I can still see the window clearly in my mind; with a bright flash of light, the white paint turns into glossy silicon, and the glass into a clear membrane out of stiff, yet elastic silicon. Between the respective membranes of silicon, the space had been turned into a fresh vacuum. Before I let go of the thought, there is a new flash in each room, as the other windows bow to the whims of my fancy.

“No more breaking glass, and no more cleaning windows for me!” I ponder, giggling at the thought.

“I need oak!” I add.

“Sorry, make that beech!” I correct myself, as I look back at the door I had just closed behind myself.

Instead of just changing the one door behind me, I had incidentally changed all the doors in the building. Not only are they a light beech, but they look as if polished with the same rubber as the floor in the room in which I had been sleeping the night before.

“Okay, I guess I will not have to dust the doors from now on!” I point out.

Alone, and in my very own home, I could walk along nude; why bother with clothes, unless I expect company. Even alone, I could not go without a steady breakfast. At least I know where I am, and where the kitchen is.

Everything is exactly where I had left it, so this should be my home. I think I am awake, not in one of these crazy, realistic dreams screwing with my mind. Had it not been for the fashion show, Rarity had put up the other day; I would have been suspecting, it had been.

“On second thought, why do I feel wet?” I ponder.

Maybe I had had one of these dreams, last night. I do have the kind of dream, where I end up feeling soaking wet in the morning, as I wake up. Can’t recall these dreams, but I always have the feeling I had been doing something pretty exciting.

“Oh, well!” I exclaim.

Without thinking of it, my left hands soon finds itself, on the top of my mound; the index finger exploring the orchid on the top of my mound. Just as I had suspected, I am clearly wet. Why had I even doubted it, but now I could not deny it; even before myself. Maybe it is good, I am alone; with none to justify myself to, and none to questioning me.

What I did the day before, never left any impression of me in the morning. What I experience now; is clearly from what happened during the night, while I was sleeping and dreaming. Either I had a wet dream, or someone or something stimulated me; while I was blissfully unaware as I slept. I think I hope for the former; since the later comes with inconvenient and possibly scary implications.

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