The Fall

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I am already excited, very excited; she knows it, accepting to permit me to slip into the control of my Halter. If she knew of the consequences it entails; but she had accepted this, all the same.

As I am feeling the setting of my Halter changing, I only grow more excited; I simply can not help myself, even before I had realized what is to happen.

As the Halter is entering Ponnequine mode, my Saddle and Stockings are following suit. This much had been expected and accepted before we had even asked for this alteration of my Accessories. Rarity had performed the alterations herself, linking the mode of the Socks, Stockings and Saddles; before she had initiating the adjustments.

Adjusting the settings is a simple item, once this link had been established; just as linking these items into a complete ensemble had been just as easy, for Rarity. Had she performed these before?

If this is the effect intended, with the Ponnequine mode; but it is what happens, and how I am experiencing this. Just the fact, that I can not open my mouth or even part my lips in the least; but that much had been implied and I had willingly accepted this. It is, why I had asked for it; in the first place. Isn’t it?

Had I already been affected, by wearing the Ponnequine’s halter? Well, too late to complain or regret that now. I can’t go back in time and have it undone. I should have known this, if anyone. Or, is it Anypony?

While the Saddles isn’t having any overt effect on me; but the Stockings, covers my entire legs. Just as the Halter is controlling my muzzle, just by staying in contact with my Skin; the Saddle and Socks or Stockings had the same control over my Body. Of course; the control can only extend as far, as the contact with the skin is reaching. My Halter is controlling my Muzzle; since it is touching the skin on my Muzzle; the Saddle is only in contact with the skin on my back, while the Stockings are covering my entire legs all the way up.

If the Halter had been designed for a Ponnequine; does it make me react, as if I had been a Ponnequine as well? I have no idea, but I still enjoy the effect it is having on me, as it is exciting me. Would the Ponnequine be just as Excited, as I am? What if I were to acquire something covering my entire body?

Still, I am excited; I can not help myself, as I am being excited by the contact with the Halter and the effects it is having on me.

What will happen to me, how will this Halter and its linked Accessories affect me, as I am growing up, under its influences? I have no idea; but the prospect still is exciting me, all the same.

While I have only owned this Halter for a very short time, less than a week; will the halter keep adjusting me, and adjust to me as I am growing up? If it is adjusting to my body, I am certainly looking forwards to experiencing it.

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What I had not expected, what I could not have expected; is what is coming next, as the Halter is entering the Ponnequine Mode. It feels as if the stockings bonds to my skin, fusing to my body in the process. My legs are turning into a stiff rubber; glossy and Black, just as the Stockings I had just slipped into before she had adjusted the setting of my Halter.

I can no longer move my legs, as much as I may try; had it entered my mind, I could even have wanted to move my legs.

As my Lips had been smiling, before she adjusted the settings of my Halter; my lips now stuck in the expression, making me maintain the mood going with the smile.

“Could you tighten up the straps to my Saddle?” I inquire.

“Yes; but of course, Dear!” she responds; as she is turning to perform the requested adjustments, without a single thought.

Since I had asked her, she is only too happy to help me out. If she had known the consequences of the act; but she is performing the adjustments, all the same.

She loves to help me; because she is loving me. I know as much, as she had been demonstrating this from the moment she lay eyes upon me, as I stepped off of the train.

Maybe, just maybe; the Halter is adjusting her perspective too, even if it is from the parental setting she is commonly using.

I feel her pulling the straps around my belly tighter, tighter and tighter still.

As she is tightening up the straps, I feel how the saddle is tightening up; but it is also tightening up the control it is having upon me, in the process. Once she is finally letting go of the straps, my stockings had almost fused completely to my legs.

Once she had tightened up my Saddle; she is tightening up her very own Saddle, in the same manner. While she is tightening up her Saddle; I can see the effect of her Stockings fusing to her legs, as I can see how the Stockings gain more and more definition in the process.

“Would you like a Ride?” she asks; “I could be your Carousel, for a moment!” she then adds, sounding as if she were enjoying me to ride her.

“Yay!!” I exclaim; “Can I ride you, Mum?” I inquire; “I would love to ride you, as a Carousel!” I conclude.

“Then, Squeak; I will be your Carousel!” she exclaims; as she is lifting me up, placing me on her saddle.

I feel my hind hooves slipping into the stir-ups hanging from her Saddle; before I feel my forelegs adjusting, in order to hold on to her too. It is a curious experience, as I am finding myself in her Saddle, preparing to ride her like a Carousel Pony.

“Yay!!” I exclaim, in excitement.

Once I had taken my seat, in her Saddle,; she starts to move, almost as if she had been the Carousel Horse. (Or, Pony) Just that she will have to trot around the room, on her own legs; leaving the squeaky noises, as she is trotting around the small room. I feel her, her excitement; I know it isn’t just me, she is enjoying this with me. (Maybe she enjoys to experience my Excitement, too; making this a Twice Blessed moment, as I am loving the excitement she is offering me. Of course; this moment could not last, but she could still provide me the ride.

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Once the ride had concluded; she chose to polish each and every stocking I am wearing, including my Saddle in the process. Naturally; she is polishing her own Stockings and Saddle, before she is forced to end the moment.

I should have known, this could not last, shouldn’t I?

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I Dream of Mum’s Carousel

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