The Fall

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Of course, I had to take the halter of, before I left the boutique. Maybe the Ponies would stare? At least, I could keep my boots and shoes on.

In Ponyville, the Ponies commonly wear exactly nothing; trotting around nude, as they move about in town. I am still feeling a bit strange, about this.

Though I do see a few; wearing that hat, a ribbon or something special to them. Possibly related to their work.

“Why is it, I am so self-conscious about my nudity?” I ponder, no answer, or response forthcoming; “When every Pony is nude, around me!” I add.

“Now; I will have to get used to the silence, and not wearing my halter in public, too!” I realize, taken aback by the realization.

I had never been expecting the attachment, to the strange garment; even if it is in fact merely a decorative accessory for the Ponequine, in the first place. Maybe it had been the enchantment, placed on the item?

“Maybe we could go to the Sugar-cube Corner? Something sweet should make you feel better!” my mother offers, generously.

“Yes, that sounds delightful!” I respond.

“I thought, you would say that; because it is such a nice cafe, and every Pony loves Pinkie Pie and her pastries!” she puts forth.

“I guess, I just have to taste them, myself!” I respond, suddenly finding it odd to pronounce the words.

“I guess you could still wear your halter, indoors; and particularly, when you go to bed!” Mum promises.

“I could?” I respond; “Thank you, Mum!” I add.

“You are quite welcome, my dear daughter!” she responds; “Besides; I think I am looking forwards, for us to share this little secret!” she then confides, conspiratorially.

“I am looking forwards, to sharing their pastries, with you!” I point out; “And now I am looking forwards, to sharing our little secret tonight!” I continue.

“You know, you could not taste her pastries, if you wear the halter; since you could not open your mouth, to chew!” Mum points out, with a silly grin on her muzzle.

“Oh, yeah; I guess, I did not think of that!” I mumble; regretting the undeniable fact she had just placed before me, feeling a blush coming onto my cheeks.

“No!” she responds; “Good thing; I thought if it, so we can save the embarrassment!” she offers.

“Yes, Mum!” I respond; “Thank you, for reminding me!” I then add.

“Good thing, Ponyville is not a large, sprawling city; then it would have taken forever, to get from one place to the other!” she points out, making light of the situation, while deflecting the issue for a later time.

“Yes, thank Celestia for that!” I respond.

“We could have been living in Canterlot, or Manehattan; but we don’t, because it is so much better here in Ponyville!” she responds.

“Yes, I guess we could; but why would we like, to live there?” I put forth.

“Some Ponies, like to live near Royalty; or, in the middle of things!” she points out; “But it is no place, to raise a Foal!” she then adds.

“Why did these Mares come over here to Ponyville, if they loved it so much over there?” I inquire.

“Maybe, because they recognize that Rarity is crafting the best suits?” she responds.

“That is, why we went over to hers; isn’t it?” I inquire.

“Yes, it is!” she responds; “Just as we go to the Sugar-cube Corner, for the best pastries a Mare could possibly buy!” she then adds.

“That Ginger-bread house, that is where we are going? I inquire, pointing at the building just before us.

“Sugar-cube Corner” reads the sign before the cafe.

“Yes, this is the cafe; I promised you, we should visit!” she responds.

“Yay” I exclaim, in obvious excitement.

Maybe I am a bit hungry, after the exciting ride on the carousel and all the time we spent at the Carousel with Rarity; but I am also excited over finally seeing that Pinkie Pie, I had been told should be at the Sugar-cube Corner.

While it may have been strange to me; to find myself as a Pony all of a sudden, and seeing everyone around being Ponies. Yet, now I have gotten over it; mainly because it is no longer new, and the fact that I have little else I do recall.

Mum is leading me, into the cafe; where Pinkie Pie is standing behind the counter, with a huge smile all over her face. The mare is a bright pink; and deeper pink main and tail, both curled up tightly.

“Welcome to the Sugar-cube Corner!” she exclaims, in her over the top exuberant voice.

“What could I offer you, today? We have all manners of sugary and sweet treats!” she offers.

“I am Pinkie Pie; but call me Pinkie, all my friends do!” she offers.

For a moment, I am looking at Pinkie Pie; then my attention is wondering off, towards the pastries and the muffins in particular.

“Muffins, muffins muffins; so many muffins, all different and delicious looking!” I ponder, as I make big eyes, and soon finds myself salivating.

“At least; I am not drooling, over these muffins!” I ponder; That would have been embarrassing!” I add.

Raspberries, Strawberries, Blueberries Wild Strawberries and Chocolate. I am pointing at these, one at the time.

“Would this be tasty?” I inquire; “Because I think I would fancy one of these!” I then put forth.

“Yes, they would..” she responds; “I guess, we would have one of each!” Mum responds.

“Raspberry, Strawberry, Blueberry, Wild Strawberry and Chocolate!” Mum points out, as she is pointing at the respective Muffin.

“You want to eat here, I am sure there is at least one Table free at the Moment..” she suggests; or would you want these to go?” she inquires.

“Since you have a Table available, I would prefer to eat here..” Mum responds.

“What would you like to drink, to these Muffins?” she inquires.

“Could I have Orange Juice, and Milk?” I inquire.

“Yes, Squeak; we can have these!” Mother confirms; “Two glasses of Orange Juice and Milk!” Mum tells Pinkie, as she is pointing out what she wanted to drink.

“Yay!” I exclaim, imagine I was still wearing the Halter.

“Such a lively little Filly, you have!” Pinkie ponders, snickering to herself.

Mum pays for the Muffins, Milk and Juice; before she is leading me to a table in the corner.

I eagerly follow her to the table, waiting for Pinkie to come to our table, serving us. A few minutes later; Pinkie arrives at our table, placing a large plate in the middle of the table, before she is placing a small plate before me and Mum. Finally; she is placing a glass of Milk and Juice before each of us.

I pick one of the Muffins; slowly nibbling on it thoughtfully, as I am enjoying the treat.

As I am enjoying the Muffin, I sip my Juice or Milk, to wash down the sweet Pastry.

Mum is clearly enjoying the treat beside me, right along with me. Well, why shouldn’t she? These are sweet and delicious Muffins, after all.

On the other Rubbery Hoof, it is always better to enjoy with someone you enjoy the company of.

“Yummy..” I declare, “we’ll simply have to come back, here; to have more of these!” I conclude.

She just nods; “It’s delicious!” she then agrees.

Since the Muffins are so tasty, we did not want to distract ourselves with talking; thus largely staying quiet, as we consumed the tasty treats, one after the other.

As we had finished, we raise to our hooves; pushing the chairs in under the table and walk out of the room. The plates had been stacked, beside the glasses. All in a neat pile, easy for Pinkie to retrieve. I like to give a good first impression, in order to be welcome back for more.

“Thanks for the treat!” I exclaim, on our way out.

“You are quite welcome, Squeak..” she responds; “and welcome back!” she exclaims, as we continue towards the exit.

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