A Suit; Extended

I had slept well, and feel quite refreshed. It is a new day, and it is no longer dark in my bed room, Guess I am glad for that small detail.

The day before had been fun, but all the little details had slipped out of focus. It is; as if it had been one of these dreams, lingering just long enough to leave impressions.

“Who am I” I speak; into the void, of what had been.

Apparently; I had been sleeping, in the nude. Usually, I am wearing a top and panties; I had foregone them, in the tired daze before I hit the sack.

I am feeling well rested, to the point of being rejuvenated. Maybe, I should not be quite as shocked? My image of self is a bit blurry on the edges, but it’s how it is with these dreams.

A horn on my forehead feels comfortable and nice, as if it had always been there; no sign of yesterdays gone by, speaking to the contrary. Hooves, where I once had human feet, what’s the problem? Most of me is still just as human as the day I had been born, even if I could not quite recall having inch long, semi square, crystal clear, glistering shiny nails. My fingertips are exquisitely sensitive, just as touch pads should be, shouldn’t they?

As I focus, my horn bursts aglow and I reach forth, folding the quilt out of the way. What is reveled, are the two orbs, B-cup breasts and highly sensitive nipples, where they should be.

Sliding my hooves out from under the quilt, sitting up comfortably. I press my hooves down onto the floor, resulting in a squeaking little noise. Feeling the floor under my hooves, pressing myself up to a standing. The softness of the sheet I had been sleeping on forgets to mention the suction-cups where the palm of the hand is.

“Equine hooves, just the way you like it!” a voice is whispering, in my left ear; just like the infamous shoulder Daemon.

“Even polished, and ready to show off!” I giggle; in response, to the voice I think I had heard.

“Oh, but of course, Darling!” the voice returns, gleefully.

Of course, I love my hooves, just the way they are; Equine. Just that these are more than merely equine hooves, they are suction-cup hooves and highly sensitive. I just will have to get used to them, as they are; entirely new types of care, to consider and enjoy.

There is always, consequences; to when something change, you can’t just say that you painted your toenails read and expect everything to be exactly as if nothing had actually happened.

“I seem to need to put something on; since I had been sleeping, in the nude!” I ponder; even if I would have to put on more, than just a skirt and a top.

“Yes, you do!” she merely responds.

I walk over to my wardrobe, open the door and scan the interior. A pair of panties, floating out from inside and I step into them with practiced ease. A fresh, soft and elastic top follows suit. I had picked out the white underwear, as a symbol for the fresh and new start; a new day.

A short, cerise skirt and a matching shirt floats out and I move to intercept, feeling the fabric enveloping me with comfortable softness. I had just enough put on, to comfortably step out, into the new day. While I am at home, I could have been moving around, nude, but I could as well prepare for the day. I will have to leave the comfort of my home, eventually; could as well have it done and over with. Couldn’t I?

The voice is not Rarity’s, and it had changed; since the other day. Maybe, that is why I did not recognize it, or connect it to the suit I am wearing.

The suit is a means to protection, even after everything Rarity had done, to change the appearance.
What the suit’s ultimate purpose is a fashion statement, but what it is ultimately capable of, I have no idea. Does even Rarity herself; Twilight Pparkle or Pinkie Pie know? If Pinkie Pie knew, will she let on or even bother telling herself?

To Rarity, everything is about fashion and generosity. To Twilight Sparkle, it seems to be little more than a challenge. Pinkie Pie sees the world as a prank, a party and a joke to be made; everything is about making me smile.

I am not delusional, I am just one of the friends she made; in extension she had to make me smile happily. How or why, is a mystery to us all. I gave up, questioning her long ago.

Walking on hooves is simple and easy, after a full night’s sleep and practice. Where I had the practice, or where I had managed to find the time; I have no idea, but who cares.

“Clip, clop! Clip, clop!” I hear, as I step over to the door, open it and step out of my room.

I close the door behind me and the noises follow me like a well-groomed hound. Could I complain? I love my hooves, for all they could possibly grant me, so how could I resent them or anything about them? Besides, they are parts of me.

Walking from the room to the kitchen, an open door greeting me as I approach. I step in, scanning the space for what is inside. Maybe that last dream is still confusing me? I could not complain, enjoying what is before me. This is still my kitchen, even after the dreams of last night.

Everything is, exactly where it should be; I am relieved, sighing in relief. Not that I had been worried, but it is still a relief, to see that everything is where it should be; after the dreams I woke up from.

Naturally, it is a new day and I will have to go to school. Should I fear facing my friends from the day before? Why? Did I do anything wrong, the other day? I can’t recall, doing that.

For some reason, I chose to take a walk; in order to go to school. On my way, I ended up walking by Rarity’s boutique. Since I am on my way to school; I did not have time to enter and Rarity would not be there now, anyway.

“Maybe I should stop by Rarity’s, and see if she has any nice boots?” I ponder.

I had forgotten all about having a horn and being a Unicorn, it is as if it had been natural to me. True to herself, Rarity had made the effort to make the suits match the intended wearers, maybe that is part of the reason why I had managed to forget all about it and find it natural in the first place.

Short of the few details sticking out, like the horn and the hooves; I am looking exactly as I had the other day and every other day before, I will be easy to recognize. Of course, if I am easy to recognize, so es everyone else, too.

“Hiya!” Pinkie Pie exclaims, as she spot me on the way towards the entrance.

Of course it was Pinkie Pie, who was to spot me on my way to school. Trust Pinkie Pie to be there.

“Hiya, Pinkie!” I respond.

“You made it to school, as a Unicorn; great, would have hated to see you getting lost on the way back from the party!” Pinkie Pie exclaims.

Trust Pinkie Pie to notice any small detail, just because she remembers every tiny little detail vividly.

“It was a blast, thank you. I did manage to get home from the party without the slightest of incident and found the way back to school, too!” I respond.

As if on cue, Pinkie Pie’s bangs twist and form what could only be a Unicorn’s horn, while otherwise looking perfectly normal and not conspicuous in the very least. It is Pinkie Pie, but still. Her hair just refuses to conform to regular, normal logic.

Had it not been strange enough, to see Pinkie Pies hair to imitate the appearance of a Unicorn’s horn in her forehead; the next moment a bright blue glow develops, as if she was actually focusing magic in the traditional arcane manner of an actual Unicorn.

In shock, I realize my horn goes aglow in sympathetic reaction to Pinkie Pie.

“Yes, definitely a Unicorn’s horn!” she exclaims, ecstatically and points a finger at my forehead.

“A Unicorn’s horn. What is a Unicorn?” I inquire, taken aback not just by the unexpected remark; but also the detail of her knowledge and the statement she had just made.

“Oh, of course you would not know; the other Rarity is a Unicorn. Kind of like a Pony, but with a horn she can wield magic with!” Pinkie Pie giggles.

I just raise and eyebrow; then blink furiously, in confusion.

A bubble has formed over Pinkie Pie’s head; with an image of Rarity, a very different Rarity from the girl I knew. This Rarity is a perfectly white Pony with a tapered, counterwise spiralling horn on her forehead. Otherwise, most everything about her is exactly the rarity I had known since I started here at Canterlot High.

“That is a Pony?” I stumble.

“It is, the way ponies are looking; if you go through the mirror on the Back of our School mascot Statue!” she promptly explained, as if the act had been the most natural of things.

“Is that how the other Twilight Sparkle came to us, to rein in Sunset Shimmer at the peak of her tyranny?” I inquire.

Of course, silly! I even saw her off, and had a glimpse into the other side!” she proclaims.

“You did, what was there?” I inquire, not quite capable of holding back the obvious question.

“Ponies, a Princess in a Royal castle.. Celestia in her Royal pose and all!” she points out.

“Ponies, as in Horses? What would Horses be doing in a castle?” I inquire, incredulously.

“No, not Horses, Ponies! I guess you never did see an Alicorn up close and in person, then?” she merely points out.

“You mean to say; that these Ponies are not Horses?” I inquire, trying to make sense out of what she just told me.

“A Horse doesn’t have a horn, or wings; they do most certainly not hold court, they grace the grasses of the pasture in a herd. You know that, right?” she points out, now giggling, as if something had been seriously hilarious.

“Wait! What did I just do?” I ponder, as I try to following the reasoning and logic of the girl before me.

I stand in frustration, trying to make sense of the scene before me, as logic slowly escapes the room, sneaking out through a back-door I had failed to notice.

Strange things happen, when logic escapes one this new to her magic.