The Fall

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I wake up, early; the Sun of Celestia is barely even up yet; and this is in the middle of the Summer. Yes, I am wide awake and excited.

I am slipping out of bed, bouncing down the flight of stairs, with the scent of Mum’s freshly prepared Breakfast teasing my nostrils no end. So, of course it is early.

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I am trotting into the small room, in the basement, where none can see us. Well, but of course, none can see us down here. There isn’t even a window in the room.

There is a small staircase, leading up to a platform beside me. By the side of the platform; I can see my Carousel Pony, it’s Mum. She is still wearing the glossy Black full-length stockings covering her entire legs. Only now; her hooves are Metallic Bloody red, as if she had been wearing a pair of boots over her stockings.

On closer inspection; she is wearing her Black Saddle, matching the Stockings she is wearing, even if the rim of the Saddle is Metallic Bloody Red. She is wearing her Halter, too.

On second thought; it does not look as if she is wearing Stockings, her legs are Rubber, like a Carousel Pony should be having. Shouldn’t she? She is turning her head towards me, following me with her gaze, as I am approaching her.

I climb the short flight of stairs, approaching her from the behind; before I slowly climb up onto her Saddle, slipping my Metallic Bloody Red hooves into the stir-ups dangling from her Saddle.

My hooves soon find a comfortable, secure position; as I am sitting on her Saddle, holding on to her neck.

As I am sitting on the Saddle, the platform soon sinks down as if it was melting away.

The Saddle is sticky, as if she was making her best in order to make sure I could not fall off. But, of course; she did not want me to fall off of her; since this would just ruin the moment together, if I had fallen off of her. (How could she? She is my Mother, after all!)

Once she feels that I am safely in place; I feel the halter slipping into the Ponequine mode, keeping me stuck in position. The next moment, she starts to move. She is my Carousel Horse (Pony) in the Carousel of our own.

I even hear the music, of the carousel. (Whether it is in my head, or if it is actually playing in the room. I do not know; but, I guess: it is all the same to me!) The music is loud, but that is part of the deal. I am riding the carousel. Even if my Mum is the carousel Horse right now. As opposed to the carousel at the Carousel Boutique.

She had chosen to be my Carousel Horse, of her own volition. (None had forced or coerced her into it. I can only imagine, she is enjoying doing this for me)

I am enjoying the ride, even in this case, stuck in the control of the halter we had asked Rarity to provide us with. (Even knowing full-well, that these are Ponequine Halters; with everything that comes with it, and with the specific settings for the halter in full force)

As a matter of fact, I had even insisted on keeping this feature; even after I had experienced it, first hoof myself. (Even if that had been just for a brief moment, but still)

Since Mum had agreed, with me; Rarity had conceded, producing the products we had asked for. Apparently; Rarity is the Element of Generosity; as such, she gives you, what you ask for. Well; maybe she had seen more, than either I or my Mum had realized.

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For how long the ride had lasted, I have no idea. I had simply enjoyed it, far too much; for time to pester me, in this instance. The ride had ended, before she permitted me another ride.

While the Carousel Horse is still Mum, it is still a second ride.

I enjoy it all the same. Or, is it all the more? Either way, I had been enjoying the ride; from the first to the last instant. (Why shouldn’t I)

I’m the Filly, being offered the ride; thus I am enjoying it, to the fullest.

“This is the most exciting ride I have ever had..” I ponder, knowing full-well Mum could hear me. (Mum, and only Mum can hear me, right now.)

“I know..” Mum responds, even if she only knows of what I had experienced in her care. “and I love being your Carousel Horse..” she continues.

The moment lingers.

The ride ends, and a new ride starts.

Eventually, the final ride comes to an end.

I had known it, all along; I had just chosen to ignore it, in order to focus on the hear and now. Permitting me to enjoy the moment, for as long as it would last.

I feel the mode of the halter slide into a different mode, permitting me to slide off of the Carousel Horse.

I am standing beside my Mum, the Carousel Horse. She moves towards the stairs with me in tow. I am navigating the flight of stairs, just a step behind her. (Parental Control Mode)

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I end up in my own bed, once more. I am sleepy.

After a moment, I am lying in my own bed, resting comfortably; before I feel the characteristic sensation of the halter slipping back into the Ponequine Mode, whereupon I find myself stuck in the position for the remainder of the night.

I soon fall asleep, while Mum steps out of the room; only to wake up in the same position, the following morning. Still in the same position. (My legs folded under my belly.)

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To Rarity, and Back

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