The Fall

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The day had been long, for me; I am tired, yet quite happy with the time I had had with Mum.

I guess I would have wanted to complain, about going to bed; but I had already had far too much fun, to ruin it with complaining now. I just could not make myself.

“Come over here..” Mum urges me, and I comply.

“Yes..” I respond, as I move over to the middle of the room.

“Slip into these boots!” she suggests, knowing I would want nothing but just that.

“Yes..” I respond; as I start slipping the boots on, one at the time.

I feel the now rather familiar sensation of each boot tightening up around my hooves.

“Could you put the shoes on?” She inquires.

“Yes..” I respond, as I step into the golden shoes she had selected for me to wear.

The gold goes particularly well with these red boots I am wearing. At least I think they do. I picture Mum had selected them, for me; because they look great together with these boots.

I stand still, already too tired to protest or even try to take a single step in any direction.

“Could she carry me to the bed, if I can’t move that far?” I ponder, not yet wearing the halter and bit.

She moves over to me, holding up the desired halter before me; I slowly open my mouth in anticipation, before she even need to say a single word.

I feel the bit slipping in between my lips, into my mouth; then I feel the bit slowly slipping all the way in, before the halter is starting to tighten up around my muzzle. The next moment, my mouth is firmly shut closed; I can’t part my lips in the least, even if I had the energy to try.

I close my eyes, or at least I think I do. The room slowly goes dark, I can’t see anything.

Had I just been tired and sleepy? Yet, I really can’t move. I can’t move a single muscle, where I am standing.

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Had it been a mistake, or had she intended to put the halter in the Ponequine mode; either way, it is the mode the halter is in as the bit is slipping into my mouth.

Had I willed the halter into this strict and restricting setting? Either way; I had desired it, from the moment I had tried this halter on, the first time. If one claim it was a mistake, putting on a Ponequine halter; but I had still wanted to try it on, even if I had not known the consequences at the time.

Well, just as I had not known; realized the consequences, of hanging myself.

The halter had put a mark on me, changed me in the process; I had been changed, but was it for the better or worse? I have no idea. It is just too late to complain now.

If it had been my age, or the way I had come to be where I am; but the effect had unavoidably taken a firm hold of me, my very soul.

While tired, sleepy; the halter had taken full effect, holding me firmly in place. I do not mind, far too tired to even care or complain. I am simply not there, it isn’t possible.

On second thought, Mum was wearing her halter too. I feel the connection to her.

It is natural, she is my Mother.

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As I open my eyes; I am on a lush green field of grass.

Just green grass, as far as the eye could see. It is a serene vista, I could not escape. Just as nothing bad could enter, in order to reach me. No harm could come to me, while I am here.

The sun is high, on the sky; playful clouds, energetically frollicking across the sky.

I am still wearing the halter and boot. Shouldn’t I?

Only now; it would appear, as if these are integral parts of my body. They could not be taken off of me. But, why should they be taken of? Why would I possibly want that?

Maybe this is a dream? But still. A dream does not follow the logic of the day. Why should it?

I am standing still. Am I?

I tentatively take a step forwards. Then another. And another.

I trot forwards, playfully enjoying myself.

Just that I am not alone. There is another filly, just like me. Her coat is white, just like mind. She is a Unicorn, just like me.

It feels good, even though my body is all rubber. Of course, the other filly does not seem to notice this. Maybe it is just natural to her. It is not new, to her.

Just like me; she is wearing her halter and boots. She is wearing the shoes and have the bit in her mouth; just like me.

She is wearing the prettiest saddle one could possibly imagine. It is crafted out of the same red rubber, my boots had been made out of. Well, but why not? It’s just a part of a matching set.

I had chosen this, because I like it. Love it.

With the halter on, I can’t open my mouth; but why would I want to, when I don’t need to.

“Squeak!” I hear the filly exclaiming, as I am following her over the endless field upon which we had found ourselves.

Just the two of us, two Twin sisters; a Matching Set, all but identical. If she is wearing a pretty Saddle, so do I. Well, why not? I love the Saddle she is wearing, and thus I am wearing a Saddle of my own, equally pretty.

This is Life, I am free; I do not need Mobs of People, or even Ponies. I have my Twin Sister, she is all I need. All I had ever needed. Even if she had been my Mother before we shared this dream.

First now, I notice the large Bow in her Mane, fastened just behind her Ears; I am wearing one, just like hers. We are Twins and Sisters; thus I have what she has, and she has what I have.

If I had chosen these Metallic Bloody Red Boots and Halter for myself, I had chosen them for her too. She chose the matching Skirt and Vest, for us to wear. The Ponnequines wore these Pretty Saddles and now we are wearing them.

I wear a Halter with a Bit, but it does not come with the Reins. Why should they? These Halters are not to control me, or rein me in. What an Absolutely Silly Notion. Where did that even come from, in the first place? It is simply Preposterous. Are you Insane?

“Who would ever put something on, just to be controlled by Another? Certainly not I.

My Mother and I are wearing these Halters, to be Pretty. Mother had bought the Halter from Rarity herself, at the Carousel Boutique; and Rarity would never touch anything so Uncouth, let alone Sell it to anyone, not to mention a Customer.

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To Rarity, and Back

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