My Little Toy

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The party had been fun, even if I had been the rocking-horse attraction. I had seen my sister, Sweetie Belle, and she had been riding me. I think she had been enjoying the time, together. At least, it is what she said, and the impression I have of how she had been reacting.

While the lights had not been dimmed down, or shut down yet; but, the party is clearly over.

A girl is walking towards me. I recognize her. The purple girl is what I could only describe as a unicorn.

“Hello, Rarity!” she exclaims, as she is walking up towards me.

Since I can’t speak, I merely make due with nodding to her. She continues to walk towards me, still smiling brightly.

“Starlight Glimmer!” I realize.

I am still happily smiling; since the time Sweetie Belle came over. I had been enjoying myself and the time shared with my dear sister. Even if she was older, than I could remember her.

“I am here, in order to take you in for the night; the party is over, and you will need some sleep to manage to be fun tomorrow!” she points out.

“Oh!” I ponder.

“Of course I will need to sleep!” I realize.

Even if a pony could sleep, standing up, but I am not a horse. As a rocking-horse, I can’t move enough to do anything more than nodding or hanging my head. I doubt that would have been comfortable, to sleep in this manner.

Once she had reached my position, she is lifting me up and pushes me back into the room I had come from; before I had entered the party, but after I had been turned into a rocking-horse.

The doors open before us, as she is pushing me. She continues to the middle of the room; while the doors close quietly, with a distinct click behind me, just after we are clear of the threshold. She is opening the doors in the floor, before she is pushing my cart the rest of the way. I feel the sinking sensation and the cart is clicking into position.

“I hope it did not bother you, too much; being mute, as a pony during the entire party!” she is teasing me.

I shake my head, then giggle at the situation. She is still speaking to me, as if I could have responded; even if I know, she is clearly aware of the fact that I am incapable of voicing my thoughts now. Even if I imagine she has not learned of the fact; that I could make a limited assortment of horse-noises. My giggle generally comes through, as a neigh.

“Good, Rarity!” she is commending me for the effort and success.

“Curious design, and quite the ingenious setup, this three dimensional labyrinth we use here!” she adds, giggling at the situation.

I nod, at her; acknowledging what she had just told me.

”Exactly, you can always nod and shake your head; as much as you please, no point in limiting that!” she explains.

“They told me that Rarity should be mute, how is she capable of neighing or making any horse-noises?” she ponders.

The realization of my vocal capabilities perplexes her, due to the fact that she never had been told or warned beforehand.

“Let me help you out of this rig!” she points out, pointing at the carriage of the rocking-horse I had been all day.

She is walking up to me, then takes a few more steps, before she is turning around to face me fully, once again. She is looking at me, for a good long while; showing hints of excitement. Maybe she did have other plans, for the rest of the night?

“Breaking the seal, that holds you in place is easy; if you can just reach down, and knows what you are doing!” she points out.

She walks forwards and bends over. I notice her extending the index-finger of her right hand as she is moving towards me.

She uses her nail to scrape the clear gel from the rim of the right hoof. While I can’t feel it, I soon notice the effect it is having on my hoof.

She moves over to my left fore-hoof and is repeating the process; smiling encouraging at me all the while she is doing it. Just that my hooves still stay in place, I can’t move my fore-legs just yet. Maybe she needs to break the seal on all fours, in order to break the hold on me. My body is effectively acting as if it had been moulded out of solid rubber.

“Just a moment, I will fix this; you will be out of this rig in no time!” she is promising me, while still grinning at me.

“The longer I am stuck in the rig of this rocking-horse and held in place by the seals; the more natural it is to just stand motionless, and think of one-self as just a toy!” I realize, then giggling at the entire situation.

I can still see her, where she is standing behind me and leaning over; while she is scraping the gel, breaking the last of the seal holding me down.

“There, just relax!” she points out, as the last remnant of the gel between my hooves and the rubber I am standing on is finally being removed.

I notice how she is polishing my hooves and cleaning the rig with a white piece of cloth.

“Just one more moment, I will have you out in no time!” she is reassuring me.

I stand still, as she is lifting my left hind-hoof off of the rig and leaving it clear of the under-carriage. She is repeating the process with my right fore-hoof. Moving forwards and repeats the process with both my fore-hooves; just in case, to make absolutely certain I am free to move.

With an effort; she manages to shuffle me to the left and closes the right door under me, before she is shuffling me up on the right door and closes the left door.

“There, that should do it!” she points out, giggling nervously.

This had been quite the strain on her, and she had been exposed to a few surprises more than she had been expecting.

After a moment of hesitation, I manage to lift my right fore-hoof and places it a foot forwards, repeating the process with one hoof at the time; right and left, front and rear. I take a few more steps, clearing the door entirely; just to make sure, before I could stop and take a breath of relief.

“There, now I could at least move and trot again!” I ponder.

I find myself relieved and feel a trickle of sweat, sliding over my brows.

“Finally!” she exclaims, clearly sharing my relief.

“Right this way, please!” she utters, as she is continuing, walking along the path towards the exit.

I nod, and follow her into the next room; where Lutus gave me the massage, earlier in the day. Of course, Lotus is not in the room. The doors had opened before Starlight, then closed behind me after I had stepped into the adjacent room. Everything works like a clock-work, even when I can’t see the machinery behind it all.

The room in which I had enjoyed the massage is empty, and shows no hint towards even being decorated. Just the floor tiles, and the walls looking exactly like when I had been here earlier in the day.

Another pair of doors open before Starlight, and I follow her; the doors are closing behind me, once I cleared the threshold. This is where I had slipped into the suit, turning me into a pony named Rarity. I am still the very same pony, named Rarity.

She is pointing me towards the center of the room, and I stop where she is indicating for me to stand. I face the doors through which I had just entered the room, patiently waiting for what is to come. She steps up behind me, examining my back. For a moment, I am fearing that she can’t even find the seam of the suit. That I am stuck in the suit and thus incapable of reverting to who I had been before.

“I am Rarity, so if the people here are humans, I would just become the human version of myself; wouldn’t I?” I ponder; not quite grasping the idea of being anyone, or anything other than Rarity.

After several minutes of searching, she does manage to find a hint of where the seam should be; just under the lower edge of my mane. The adjustments and the time as Rarity had managed to blur the lines and make the seam hard to find. She struggles with the seam, slowly splitting the suit open. She needs considerably more time than it had taken me to close the suit the previous time; considerably longer than she had expected the process to take, even with the complications taken into account. Maybe Pinkie Pie had managed to do this faster, but it is Starlight Glimmer in the room.

Pinkie Pie is a wizard, and manage what everyone would know to be impossible. I just could not bring myself to whine and complain about how long it takes her, even if I could have spoken up and voiced my thoughts. Which I can’t, at the moment.

Eventually, she does manage to open the suit fully. Once the entire seam is split and the suit is fully open; she starts pulling the head of the suit off of me, before she is sliding the suit back. Little by little, the suit does fall back and slips off of me; ending up, falling to the floor. I step out of the suit.

Nothing happens. I am still a pony named Rarity.

I look down at my glistering, purple hooves; admiring the visage, even if this may be the first and main reason why I am still a pony.

“Oh!” I ponder, only to realize that I am still utterly mute and start to giggle uncontrollably.

All she hears, is my neighing. Nothing more, and nothing less. She can’t understand anything of it. What had I been expecting?

“At least, I am nude. Maybe I could put on something fashionable!” I ponder.

“I could ask Twilight Sparkle to help you out, but you could as well stay as you are, for the occasion. I will still have to find you a place to stay, where you can sleep!” she points out.

I just nod, but hope she could find me a room over the night. I am not in the mood to bother poor Princess Twilight Sparkle just yet, if I am going to stay here a few more days.

“I am going to be here all week, playing Rarity for the event!” I ponder.

While it had been fun, I still do hope I will not be stuck as a rocking-horse again. Seeing my sister, Sweetie Belle had been enjoyable enough to make it worth everything. Maybe I could spend an entire day as a rocking-horse, just for her and a chance to spend the time with her.

“Even if you can’t speak; you can at least nod or shake your head as expressive as it is, aside from trotting around like any other pony!” she points out.

“I could always do that, and now I can move freely!” I ponder, in response to what she had just said.

“Maybe we could have a little fun, before we call it a night and trot off to your new home?” she inquires.

“Why not?” I ponder, nodding in agreement.

She turns towards the door opposing the one I had seen before. I notice how the pair of doors slide up before her and close behind me as I had cleared the threshold.

Once the doors had closed behind me, there is no way to know where the doors are, or if they are indeed even there. I am boxed in and trapped, for Starlight to do with as she pleases. I could do little to nothing about it, even if I guess I could buck her like an apple-tree; for what little good that would do me, in that case. As a Lady, I could not quite make myself do that; unless the situation did get that ugly. I doubt she would make that mistake.

There had been a pair of doors behind me. The other rooms had a pair of doors to my right, through which I had originally entered the room. There had also been a pair of doors to my left, through which I had exited the room; after I had done, what I had been intended to do in the room.

“Wonder what secrets this room could hold in store for me, and what it is hiding for her to make use of!” I ponder.

I scan the room, while she is considering, what she had had in mind for me; before she brought me into the room. Maybe she just wanted to sleep, with me?

She had not said anything, or given as much as a hint as to what was about to come next; but then she had simply vanished out of sight, she was gone.