Accessorizing with Rarity

Chapters

Tail and Ears: 1
After Class: 2
Home: 3
My own Pair of New Crescent Moon boots: 4
A New Day: 5
A Date: 6
A Walk in the Park: 7

Tail and Ears: 1

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I had just arrived at the new school: Canterlot High, looking forwards to making a few friends and learn as I study at the school.

Little did I know; what is before me, here as I begin my time at the Canterlot High.

The first I notice; is that every student is wearing blue and yellow Pony ears and a matching tail to go with it. Curious; but if this is the worst I were to face, I know I will make it.

Most everyone is wearing fairly regular Street Clothes; no Uniforms or impressive Suits, thankfully. I guess I could have handled the Uniform, but the suits is just not for me. It isn’t so much the uncomfortable clothes, but the kind of People wearing them.

As I had managed to reach my Locker, I had started to feel a bit outside. Everyone is wearing these Peculiar Accessories, and I don’t. As a matter of fact; I don’t wear any Accessories, and I don’t even own any at all.

“Maybe I could acquire a pair of Ears and a Tail?” I ponder; “But, where do I go, and whom do I ask?” I consider.

“Hi, I am Pinkie Pie!” a pink girl presents herself, out of the blue; “If you are looking for the Ears and Tail; ask Rarity about them, she is the white girl behind it all!” she explains, pointing out exactly where Rarity is right now. (By her locker, of course.)

“Thank you, Pinkie!” I respond, as I head over to the location she had indicated.

Of course; Pinkie Pie had already vanished; as if she had just appeared out of the blue, to explain how I were to acquire these Accessories. Well; maybe that was all she had intended to say, not even caring what my response would be. A very Peculiar girl.

“Since I were considering acquiring a set of these accessories, I can as well have a look now!” I ponder, while I am walking over to Rarity’s locker.

“Hi, are you Rarity?” I inquire, as I am looking at the girl.

“Yes, I am Rarity!” she responds; “Pinkie told you?” she inquires.

“Yes, she did!” I respond; “I am just curious, as to how I could acquire a set of these Ponyish Accessories everyone is wearing!” I explain.

“Oh, these!” she exclaims.

She had already unlocked her locker, extracting a set from within the confines of her locker; presenting me with the desired item.

“Put them on..” she offers; “I hope you will enjoy them!” she responds.

“Thank you, Rarity!” I respond.

“You are quite welcome, Dear!” she responds, before she is returning to what she was doing.

With that, I return to my locker. I had left all my things inside and locked it, thankfully.

As I am slipping the ears on, I start to feel as if I am blending in with the crowd. Almost as if these had been the official Uniform of the school.

Once I reach my locker, I had already put the tail on; feeling as if I belong, as one among the students. While peculiar, at least it isn’t strange. Just a bit out on the left field.

With the books in hand and the accessories on, I feel comfortable walking to my class.

Of course, there are questions I had forgotten to ask. There always are, particularly in situations like this. I am after all new here, at the Canterlot High.

“Is it just Pinkie Pie and Rarity, who are so nice and kind to me; or, are everyone this nice here?” I ponder, as I am walking to my first class.

“They could be tasked to help the Fresh-Men (girls) like me, of course!” I ponder, giggling to myself.

I soon reaches the door, to my class; it is open, because I had managed to reach the classroom in time. This would have been embarrassing, if I had managed to be late to my very first class.

Everyone in class still wear the accessories; both the Ears and the Tail, even as they are in class, I soon notice.

“A bit odd, peculiar; but so long as the Teacher is not complaining, who am I to raise a fuss about this?” I ponder, as I quietly take my seat.

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After Class

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After Class: 2

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Tail and Ears

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“Yes; Pinkie Pie IS the Welcoming Committee!” Rarity responds, confirming my suspicions; “However; she is also the Party Committee and handles everything Party related!” she continues.

“She is a bit out on the Left Field, isn’t she?” I inquire.

“So far out on the Left Field, she is seen on the Right Field; before she has your compass Spinning, all day!” Rarity points out, with a snicker to her voice.

“Oh!!” I exclaim, in response.

“She is known as Pinkie..” Rarity puts forth; “but if she does something; we just say: It is just Pinkie, being Pinkie!” she explains.

“Oh!!” I respond; “how does that explain anything?” I inquire.

“It doesn’t..” she concedes; “but; it has saved us from more Headaches, than one care to remember!” she points out.

“Ooh!” I respond.

“The only meaningful description of Pinkie Pie, is that she is being pinkie!” she supplies; “It says everything, while explaining Exactly Nothing!” she points out, before I can say anything.

“Ah..” I utter; “but I think I can live without experiencing Headache!” I concede.

“Exactly!” Rarity just puts forth, snickering.

“If you need anything party related, ask Pinkie Pie; if you think you need a study-buddy, ask Twilight Sparkle..” Rarity supplies; “but if you want to ride the trend, or just don’t want to be confined to the outsider circle; I have everything you need!” she explains.

“You mean, aside from these lovely ears and tail?” I inquire.

“Those..” she responds, putting an extended index finger on her right ear on top of her head; “or just about anything else, you may need!” she continues.

“I was considering foot-wear matching the set!” I put forth.

“I have a few adorable options, for just this occasion!” she confirms.

“Oh..” I respond; “please continue, I am listening!” I respond.

“If you want footwear, matching the accessories you are currently wearing..” she suggests; “I could always recommend a pair of Crescent Moon boots for the occasion!” she elaborates.

If you have them in my size; I would be very interested in trying them on, so I can judge them for myself!” I point out.

“These should be your size!” Rarity suggests, as she is pulling out a pair of the promised boots.

Of course, she had selected a pair of boots with red Equine Hooves matching my style.

“These do look very promising!” I respond, as I slip my feet out of the shoes I am currently wearing.

“These are most comfortable, when barefoot!” Rarity supplies.

“Oh, okay!” I respond, as I pull my socks off; slipping the socks into the respective shoe, I had been wearing to school.

While I had not seen this particular accessory, before; but it is still speaking to me, so I had chosen to try them on. Slipping these boots on, had been surprisingly easy. The inside is smooth and slippery; while they are tight enough to hold my legs in place, with ease.

“Oh, oh..” I exclaim, as I feel my right foot slipping into the boot.

“I was inspired, when I came up with the design for these!” Rarity confesses.

“I could very well imagine!” I respond, as I am slipping my left foot into the second boot.

What I had initially failed to notice, is how these boots are affecting my stature; leaving me five inches taller, almost as if I had been wearing High Heels. Only, without the heels, of course.

Of course, these boots could have no heels; that would have ruined the image, as it is clashing with the image they are built upon. While I had missed it; these are designed, to look as if they were the legs of a Pony. Only, for me to wear. Naturally; I can wear them, with or without these shoes. She probably has several types of shoes, for me to choose from.

I could chose to buy regular Horse Shoes, for these boots; or I could select a pair, out of Rarity’s selection. Well, why not? Looks like fun, and I don’t want to wear down the boots, more than I have to, in any event.

“How does one put these shoes on?” I inquire.

“They slip right on, like this..” Rarity explains; “then they lock into place, automatically..” she continues; “and you take them of, like this!” she concludes, as she is demonstrating how to pull the shoes off of the boots.

“Oh!!” I exclaim; “oh, oh!” I conclude; “That is easy!” I concede.

“For only one bit, a pair; it is practically a steal, you can’t even get them cheaper at the Black Smith’s shop!” she points out.

“Is it the same price for all these shoes, or are there even different types of shoes available?” I inquire.

“Aside from the regular, Stainless Steel boots; there are the Heavy Duty shoes in Titanium..” she explains; “but I have indoors in Plastic, Latex, and Silicone as well!” she explains.

“I take one of each, then..” I supply, handing her the coins for the matching shoes; “what colours do you have available?” I inquire.

“The outdoors, Metal shoes only come in their respective natural colours, which makes it easy to see which you put on..” she explains; “but the indoors shoes come in a variety of colours; starting with clear, black, white and the rainbow..” she explains; “with levels of opaque, gloss and glitter to choose from!” she explains; “unfortunately; I can only keep a limited stock on hand, so most of these are not currently available!” she concludes.

“You have plain, black, glossy Latex?” I inquire; “Crystal clear Silicone?” I inquire.

“Glossy black Latex is a bit of a Classic, and the Crystal clear Silicone is common enough to be standard as well!” she supplies, as she is picking up the shoes for me to accept.

Since I had already paid for the four pairs of shoes for my Boots, I eagerly accept the proffered shoes she is handing me.

With the shoes in hand, I slip the regular outdoors shoes on; before I slip the rest into my back-pack, eagerly thanking her for the deal.

“See you, tomorrow..” I put forth; “and maybe I will be asking for more exciting accessories!” I suggest.

“See you tomorrow..” she responds; “I’m looking forwards, to see what you are looking for!” she continues, promising more interesting and exciting meetings just like this.

With that, Rarity walks off; towards wherever she may be headed, her friends or home most likely.

With the deal concluded, I walk off; steering my steps towards the exit, before I am walking home.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I walk home.

“I rather like these cute little noises; my boots are making, as I walk!” I ponder, as I continue to walk home.

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Home

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Home: 3

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After Class

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I had enjoyed walking home, from school; so many good memories, flooding my mind, aside from the one item I had purchased before I left school.

Of course; I had enjoyed wearing these cute Blue and Yellow Pony ears. Well, why not? It isn’t; as if they were uncomfortable to wear, in the first place. Besides; they made me feel right at home, as if I was belonging. (Well; I guess I kind of am belonging here, after all!)

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I continue walking down the street.

“If the Ears and the Tail is in place of a School Uniform, I guess I should be taking them off, as I get home!” I ponder.

I had liked wearing them, of course; and I am proud of the school, I am attending.

“I still like wearing these accessories, to and from school; so I will not leave them in my locker, as if I had been ashamed of the school I belong to!” I ponder.

I will just have to be careful, not to ruin them; I can’t ask her for new once, every once in a while.

As I reach the door, I am extending my right hand; opening the door, before I am stepping in and close the door behind myself.

“Hi, Sis!” I exclaim, as I see my little sister storming into the Cloaking Room; obviously eager to see me back from school.

“Welcome home, Sis!” she exclaims, the instant she sees me in the Cloaking Room.

While my ears can not move; I can at least make my tail move, by moving my hips.

“Poni, Poni, Poni..” she exclaims.

“I am attending Canterlot High..” I point out; “the School with the Horse Statue up front!” I put forth; almost as if I had been expecting it to explain something, which I guess it really doesn’t. (But still!)

“On second thought; maybe Rarity would sell me a second pair of these Boots, if my Little sister wants a pair!” I ponder, giggling to myself; “I will just have to ask her, what colours she wants hers in!” I conclude.

Instead of taking these Crescent Moon Boots off of my feet; I just swap the regular Stainless Steel outdoors Shoes for the indoors Crystal Clear Silicone once instead. As expected; my sister makes big eyes, as I move to walk in, into our home.

“See; Indoors shoes, like wearing Socks!” I put forth, pointing at the Silicone shoes I had slipped on.

“Squeak squeak, squeak squeak..” is heard as I walk farther inside.

“Can I try these on, too?” she inquires.

“These are in my size, they can’t fit your smaller feet..” I point out, in no uncertain terms; “but if you really want a pair of your own; I will have to ask Rarity, at my school for a pair for you!” I point out.

“Poni, Poni, Poni..” she exclaims; “but of course, I want a pair of these too!” she concludes.

I open the door to the living room, stepping into the larger room with my sister in tow; enjoying her cute behaviour, as she is trying to express just how much she wants a pair of Crescent Moon boots too.

“Considering the price she asked for these; I could easily afford both one and two pairs of these for her, without batting an eye..” I consider; “I will just have to ask her for these tomorrow!” I conclude.

“You really want your own: Crescent Moon Boots, that much?” I inquire.

“Yes, Sis; but of course, I want them for myself too!” she declares.

“Then, by all means; I will just have to ask her for a pair for you too, LiL’ Sis!” I proclaim.

Knowing Rarity, even if I really don’t; she would have a pair for my Sister, as well. (She is the element of Generosity, after all.) Besides; she thrives on helping others look their best, even if I guess this is something I will learn, soon enough.

“I just need your measurements, so I can pick the right size for you!” I point out.

“Measurements?” she inquires.

“I need to know what size you could wear..” I put forth; Crescent Moon boots has to fit you perfectly, almost as if they had been painted on your feet..” I explain.

“Painted on Shoes?” she inquires; “That sounds a bit icky..” she concedes; “but I still want my Crescent Moon boots, all the same!” she declares, in utter certainty.

“Ah, guess I had expected it all along; but I had to make sure, you really do want to wear them tomorrow!” I point out.

“Why are they called: Crescent Moon boots?” she inquires.

“Probably because the shoe is in the shape of a Crescent Moon!” I suggest.

“Like real, genuine Horse shoes, like the once Horses wear?” she inquires.

“Yes, exactly..” I agree; “I could have bought shoes to my boots from the store..” I supply; “but she gave me a better price, and more options to choose from!” I point out.

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She is following me to the small room where Mum keeps her sewing equipment, including the measuring tape. Slowly, carefully; I take each and every measure I could possibly imagine Rarity could use, in order to choose the boots in my sister’s size.

“Uh, uhm.. this is kind of fun..” she concedes, at the end of our measuring session.

“It is?” I inquire, half by half taken aback by her confession.

“I like doing things together with you, spending quality time with my Favourite big sister..” she agrees; “and it feels as if I am helping you, selecting the boots you promised me!” she puts forth.

“If you enjoy it so much, I guess we should do more things like this together!” I agree.

“You only have one Favourite sister, and she means very much to you!” she suggests.

“While I am fairly sure, she does have other colours; but if you want yours in the same colour as mine, I could ask her for a pair in your size.” I put forth; “but, if you want yours in a colour other than the once I have; you need to list the colours you would prefer, so I can get them to your taste!” I explain.

“I guess the Red is nice..” she concedes; “but I will have to think of what colour I would prefer!” she agrees.

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“How could I not want a pair of boots, like hers?” she ponders; “and not just because my sister wears hers, and looks great in them!” she concludes.

“What colours should my boots be in; if they were not the Metallic Bloody Red, like hers?” she ponders.

“I really would love a pair, just like hers!” she realizes.

“Black Hooves could be nice; it is kind of a Classic, in any event!” she ponders.

“How would Gold, Silver, Copper look?” she considers.

“I guess I will have to include these options!” she ponders; “Red, Gold, Black..” she ponders, ending her list there.

She stops herself at this point, as she is finding herself about to drool on the slip of paper.

Just thinking of the new boots her sister were offering her had made her very excited.

She simply could not control herself, just the mere thought..

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Early in the morning, I am collecting her list of colours, storing it with my list of her measurements. With that, I am ready to go to school. After I had had my breakfast, of course.>

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My own Pair of New Crescent Moon boots

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My own Pair of New Crescent Moon boots: 4

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Home

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I had managed to give my sister the description of the colours I would look forwards to see my new Crescent Moon boots in.

Naturally; she had accepted it, without complaints. She had not laughed, giggled or even made a funny look. Well; I had not given her an outrageous list of colours and combinations thereof, just a short list of very reasonable colours. (Never make unreasonable, outrageous demands; you never get any joy from it in the end, in any case!)

She is my sister, and all; but still.

I had even seen her go to school, with the note I had given her securely among her things.

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She had walked to school, proudly wearing all the accessories from Rarity, and not just the boots she bought the other day.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” was heard, as she walked down the street.

Once at school, she had met up with Rarity, just as promised. I could have expected nothing less, from her; after all the attention she gave me the other day, and the solemn vow she gave me before she had left.

“Rarity; do you think you have a pair of boots, matching these measurements?” she inquired, as she handed the note with my measurements of my feet over to Rarity. (Incidentally, she had included my note of preferred colours at the same time.)

“I have three options, for you to choose from; given the details you supplied!” Rarity supplied.

“Three options?” she had inquired.

“Yes, three options for you to choose from!” Rarity had confirmed.

“Okay, Rarity..” she had responded; “let me see the options, so that I can choose what I think is her best option!” she had supplied.

“These Pony boots in Gold, these Deer boots in Red and the Bovine option in Black..” Rarity had supplied; “all in ultra gloss and a fair amount of glitter to them!” she confirmed.

If only I had known, Pinkie Pie had had a finger in the options provided; but no matter, I still like all three options. I am fairly certain, she would love these.

All assuming the price would remain, she could easily afford all the shoes I could have needed.

“Titanium, Stainless Steel and Aluminium for outdoors sounds reasonable..” she had put forth; “Crystal Clear Silicone and Metallic Electric Blue Latex shoes, if you have these?” she had inquired.

“Regular, or Egg shoes?” Pinkie Pie had inquired.

“If you have them, I guess I take both!” she had declared.

“You would like a bottle of Squeak Oil, for your sister?” Pinkie had inquired.

“Sounds like fun!” she had agreed; “Should be plenty of fun, when she realizes the trick!” she had pondered.

“Then you need a bottle of Quiet Oil for your shoes, too!” Pinkie had suggested.

Considering the prices on the line, she had known she could afford it, thus nodding in agreement.

Once the agreement had been confirmed; Rarity had extracted the three pairs of boots and complimentary shoes to go with the boots and my sister had happily paid for her purchase.

Pinkie had already extracted the two bottles for my sister, whereupon my sister had paid for them and accepted the bottles.

With that, the deal had been concluded and my sister went back to her locker.

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My sister had clearly enjoyed her classes, she had been attending during the day.

Maybe the thought of delivering the promised goods had spiced it all up, for her. At least, I had been imagining it would. How could it not?

While at school, enjoying her classes; she had had the time to consider the options, deciding on a few extra accessories for me and herself respectively. I couldn’t say, that I minded her having some more fun. How could I? She is after all my sister.

As she had finally met up with Rarity, at the end of the day; she had prepared, asking for additional accessories.

“Do you have any Pony ears, matching the boots I bought for my sister, earlier today?” she had inquired.

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I have a sample you just may find right for her!” Rarity had supplied.

At first, these ears looks just like the once she was currently wearing; but on closer inspection; they are slightly different, not even considering the colouration matching my requested colours.

As Rarity had presented the new ears, my sister had examined them.

“Do you by chance have a matching pair for me too?” she had inquired.

“Yes, but of course, Darling!” Rarity had exclaimed, extracting a pair matching my description.

“You need a Muzzle, to go with these..” Pinkie had inserted, as she slipped into the conversation.

“Sounds like an interesting surprise for my sister!” My sister had conceded.

With that, Rarity had produced the two packages of Ears and Muzzles for me and my sister.

My sister had paid for the purchase, before she had walked back to her locker.

My sister had been quite happy, with the purchases of the day. She had clearly delivered on the promises she had given me the day before. When she is giving me what she had bought for me, she had even surpassed the promise and my expectations.

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After she had walked all the way home, she had opened the door, stepping into the cloaking room.

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I am sitting in my room, as I hear a distinct knocking on the door. I eagerly push the chair back, before I am standing up; walking over to the door, opening for my sister.

“Hi, Sis!” I exclaim, as I see her face.

“Hi, Sis!” she responds.

“Step right in..” I suggest; stepping aside, in order to let her into my room.

“Thanks, Sis!” she responds, as she is stepping into my room; closing the door behind herself, quietly.

“I have a surprise for you!” she points out, as I am looking at her.

“A surprise?” I inquire.

With that, she is presenting me with a pair of ears and a matching muzzle.

“Oh..” I exclaim; “wow!” I conclude.

“Try them on!” she urges.

With that, I am picking up my ears; slipping them onto my head, as if they had been a regular diadem or possibly a tiara.

After a moment, the diadem had nestled itself onto my head, hiding in my hair; only the two Equine Ears showing on top of my head.

“Wow, just wow!” I exclaim, in excitement.

While I am picking up the muzzle; she is producing the promised boots, only three different pairs of them.

“Whoa!!” I exclaim; “You really outdid yourself!” I conclude, mouth agape.

“These are the options, matching your description she had available!” she explains.

“Gold, Red, Black..” I mouth; “Poni, Deer, Bovine..” I continue; “and with matching shoes for each of them!” I conclude.

“I even got this oil, so you can treat your Latex shoes, in order to prevent them from decaying prematurely!” she explains.

“Thank you, Sis!” I exclaim.

“I took the liberty of polishing these shoes for you, so you can wear them a few days without care!” she supplies.

“You truly are the best, Sis!” I exclaim.

“When you try the boots on, you need to wear them barefoot, not even socks on!” she explains.

I select the Deer boots. Then I put the Latex Egg shoes onto the boots.

With the boots before me, I slowly slip my socks off of my feet; before I reverently slide my right foot into the first boot, before I slip my left foot into the second boot.

“Oh.. oh.. oh..” I mouth, breathing heavily; “it is almost as if they came prelubricated, with oil!” I suggest, blushing in embarrassment.

“Probably not, but it still feels good to slip your feet into them!” she responds.

“Oh, but it feels as if they had been!” I breathe.

“Yes, I guess it does..” she concedes; “but after a few minutes, you barely feel them, at all..” she supplies; “though I guess; it will take considerably more time, not to notice the hooves and the change to your posture!” she points out.

“Yes, I doubt I will be forgetting that any time soon!” I agree.

“I’ll leave you to explore these..” she suggests; “while I am exploring my own!” she confides.

With that, she is opening the door; stepping out, before she is closing the door behind herself. Out of sight, out of mind; with that, I am alone. It isn’t as if I forgot I had ever had a sister; but once she is no longer in my room, I am examining my gifts.

Had I had a mirror, I would have noticed my ears directed forwards; in eagerness and excitement, as I am focusing forwards.

I had noticed, how my ears actually do match the boots she had brought me. Even if my Hooves are Red, not Gold or Black.

After a moment of contemplation; I pick up my muzzle in my right hand, examining it for a moment before I put it on my face. I only need to press it into place, for a moment; before I can let go, forgetting I had even put it on. It feels as if it had genuinely been a part of me, as if I had been born with it.

The muzzle is matching my complexion, seamlessly; just that it takes the space where my nose had been, thus changing my face rather radically. As small as it may be, but it is still a drastic change.

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A New Day

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A New Day: 5

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My own Pair of New Crescent Moon boots

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I feel weird.

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Apparently, I had gone to bed, the other night; but I had forgotten, that I still wore the muzzle, at the time. Should I have taken it off, or is it just fine to keep it on when I sleep?

I had worn the boots and the ears too; but somehow, they’re not changing all that much. At least, not in that way.

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“Clip, clop!” is heard, as my hooves are hitting the floor.

My hooves had hit the floor, with a pair of distinct twin squeaks. It isn’t, as if I could ignore it; but I still enjoy the noise my hooves had graced me with, even if it had come as a surprise on the first morning.

I will just have to get used to these noises.

“Oh, oh!” I exclaim, in surprise.

Of course, I had not looked down; in which case I would have noticed it, I have hooves where I am used to having a pair of soft feet.

“This will take me a while, to get used to; but they feel so natural, I could have sworn I had been born with hooves in the first place!” I ponder (Hadn’t I?).

Oh, well; of course I hadn’t, I have pictures of myself where I have bare feet.

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I had managed to slip out of my night wears, putting my day-wears on. Surprisingly easy, but since I chose to wear a skirt, I guess; that was to be expected. Well, I had always preferred to wear skirt, over wearing pants in the first place. (Maybe the warm weather is to blame?)

I had put on a deep red skirt with a white blouse. Well, why not; it feels good to me.

“I have no use for Socks, Stockings or Tights now!” I ponder, snickering to myself. (I rather quite like the sound of my snickers too.)

I walk to the door out of my room, open the door and walk out of my room; before I close the door behind myself, continuing towards the kitchen.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as I walk over the hard floor. (I’m still followed by these squeaking noises.)

“I will have to polish these shoes, in a few days..” I ponder; “unless I want the shoes to wear down!” I conclude. (which of course, I really do not want.)

“Good morning, Sis!” my sister exclaims, as I am entering the kitchen.

“Good morning, Sis!” I respond, without a thought in the world.

I notice she still is wearing her ears, but otherwise her face is bare.

She just giggles.

“I hope you are hungry; because I am..” she supplies; “so I have prepared everything, for the both of us!” she merely concludes.

“Yes..” I respond; “just in time for breakfast, am I?” I inquire; “and I can see that!” I conclude.

“You are looking particularly excited today!” she observes, just by looking at my ears.

“Of course, I am; after you dropped the fanciest, coolest accessories in town in my lap!” I point out. (well, these Accessories were exciting, and I am still very excited about having them.)

“Guess I could not blame you..” she responds.

“I will have to compensate you, for these..” I suggest; “since I enjoy wearing them so much; I can’t help but hoping there is more of these, where you found them!” I point out.

“That would be quite welcome..” she agrees; “but, depending on what you have in mind; I may need you in the room, in order to get the ideal fit!” she suggests.

“That is fair..” I agree; “and I can’t sacrifice the fit, over shyness!” I concede.

“I guess you could see me, at the end of the School day..” she suggests; “or; we could visit her at her Boutique, the next weekend!” she supplies.

“Since you mentioned it; would you mind me showing up, at your school at the end of your School day?” I inquire.

“I brought this, on myself..” she concedes; “I can’t pretend to be shy, or to be ashamed of the choices I have already made; so they can as well see you, at the end of the day!” she points out; “though her stock is limited; due to being at school, rather than at her store!” she points out.

“If her stock is limited, and she does not have it on hand; we could still see her Boutique, on the weekend?” I inquire.

“We could..” she agrees; “As a matter of fact; I should probably show you her Boutique on the weekend, so you can get a picture of what she is offering, anyway!” she suggests.

“Then I will see you at the end of your School day..” I confirm; “You take me to see the Boutique, on the weekend!” I conclude.

“Exactly!” she confirms.

“I wonder; just how many exciting Accessories Rarity could have, at her boutique!” I ponder; imagine all manners of wild and exciting items, she could keep at her Boutique. (Of course; this is Rarity, even if I know her even less than my Sister does.)

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Of course, I had enjoyed my breakfast; shared with my sister. Well, why shouldn’t I? I enjoy spending time with her, she is like a friend to me. Even if there may be some limited rivalry, from time to time; but at the end of the day, we are always friends. She takes care of me; presenting me with special gifts, from time to time. (Gifts are always special, when they are given by someone special; someone you care about, and who cares about you in return.)

She had left for school, early; at least, much earlier than I had to go. Naturally; I had still been up early, just so I can share a moment by the breakfast table with her. Is that so strange?

Once I had finished breakfast, I had run off to my bed room. (Since I only have one room, the bed is in my room; thus it is my bed room, right.)

While I guess some may argue; that I should be keeping my Crescent Moon boots in the Cloaking room, but I had chosen to treat them as indoors clothes. If I can wear them indoors, without complaints or unduly bothering anyone; they are indoors clothes, to me.

I do still keep my outdoors shoes in the cloaking room, even if they may look a bit out of place. I have a total of Eighteen outdoors shoes there, stacked away in a regular shoe box I had found left unattended. (If they don’t miss it, I had reasoned, I could claim it for my own.) Stacking Eighteen pairs of metal shoes in the box, makes it obviously in use; or so I reason.

Each pair of boots comes with two types of shoes in three different materials: Aluminium, Stainless Steel and Titanium. I mostly use the Steel shoes for when I am outdoors. Aluminium is convenient, due to the low weight; but they also wear down faster. (This is exactly why I have the shoes, in the first place.) This is why I am using the Titanium shoes, when I am worrying about them wearing down. I don’t want to need to buy new once, or asking my sister to buy them for me. Who else could I even ask, to buy me a pair of shoes like these?

Naturally; I keep the shoe box hidden behind other things, so that I don’t need to answer any questions. Strangely enough; I haven’t had a single question about my Equine ears or muzzle just yet, though. Maybe they just ignored my ears, as cute Accessories? So long as I can eat unhindered; maybe that is all they care about, didn’t they look close enough? Well; I had not even realized, I was wearing the muzzle, as I enjoyed my breakfast. Or, is wearing the correct word here?

“What exciting accessories she could have on hand; when I get to her school, today?” I ponder.

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I am not even looking for my old shoes; I used to wear when I went outdoors, before. Of course; these would not fit me, right now. Would they? How could they even fit?

If I had not taken the boots off of me, when I went to bed; why should I be bothered to take them of, now? I barely noticed them, when I had just put them on; when I woke up and stepped out of bed, I had not ever realized I had been wearing them.

Maybe, just maybe; I had reacted, to the new noises. But, that is the extent of my reaction.

I slip my indoors crystal clear Silicone shoes off; before I am selecting the regular outdoors shoes in stainless Steel. Slipping the shoes on, had actually proven easier than putting the old shoes on. As if the old shoes had been the new and unfamiliar shoes; rather than the once I am slipping on, now as I am preparing to go out. (Well, I had gone to school; but I return home, much earlier than my older sister does.)

Since I had dressed up, I am ready to go out. I open the door, stepping right out; before I am closing the door and lock the door behind myself. Though I am still wearing my back pack, as I go out. If I am wearing a back pack, I expect to be blending in with the crowd. Besides, I may need something to carry the new Accessories in, just in case I actually do buy any new Accessories. Still; it is better to be prepared and have somewhere to store them, regardless of if I actually do buy any.

If I don’t find anything particular, I like; I can go home with my sister, like everyone else.

I like my back pack; so that isn’t an issue, either. Well, why should it be in issue, in the first place? I had chosen my back pack, so that I would like using it; it comfortably holds everything I need, when I am going to school. If I need money, I can hold these comfortably in my back pack, as well.

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A Date

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A Date: 6

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A New Day

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I had finally walked all the way to my older sister’s school. It had not been all that far, after all; she does walk to this school, every day.

Fortunately, I had arrived in time; I can still see her school mates walking around, outside.

She had explained, when her class was ending, today; so that I would know, when I should arrive at the school. She had even explained, how long it takes her to walk to and from school; so that I knew how early she expected me to leave home.

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Pinkie quietly steps up to Rarity, with a curious expression on her face, while still clearly looking excited. Well; if everything is equal, Pinkie is just being Pinkie. Who else would she be, if she had not been Pinkie Pie? (The room is quiet, so quiet one could hear the pin-prick falling on the floor on the other side of the room.)

“Hi, Pinkie..” Rarity exclaims.

“Hiya, Rarity..” Pinkie responds; “I think someone is about to ask you for some of your Accessories, in a moment..” she continues; “I just hope you have a good supply, ready and waiting for her!” she concludes.

“I always have a small stock on hand, in my locker, Pinkie, you know that as well as anyone!” Rarity puts forth.

“That is exactly why I am telling you, Rarity..” Pinkie points out, in no uncertain terms; “but I guess I could be running a small errand for you, today!” Pinkie suggests.

“What would we be; without you around, Pinkie?” Rarity inquires.

“Dull, gray..” Pinkie giggles; “and Angry; because you never made friends, here!” she concludes; before she is off, resupplying Rarity’s local stock.

“Yes, exactly..” Rarity concludes, before she realizes, Pinkie isn’t even in the room.

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“I could as well step right in..” I ponder; "I can ask for the directions, once I am inside!” I conclude; as I am walking over the school yard, towards the building I think I am heading for.

As I am walking over the school yard; I am waving a hand at a few people; exclaiming; “Hello!” to the once I am passing close enough.

Most of them responds, waving a hand at me, in return. Well, why not? (Costs me nothing, and a friendly gesture commonly is returned and appreciated; even if you don’t know the person in question.)

A few minutes later, I reach the target, the door to the school building behind which I expect to find their lockers. Of course they have lockers, they don’t have anywhere else to store their school supplies on hand; unless you expect them to carry everything, on their persons at all times? Well, why would you expect that, in the first place?

Once inside, I am following the instructions she gave me; in order for me to find her, so that she can guide me to Rarity and her locker. (Which is where she would keep the stocks, at school.)

“Maybe I did arrive a bit early?” I ponder; as I notice the lockers, where my sister is storing her books has none around. (It isn’t just my sister, I can’t find.)

Since I had found her locker; the description is matching up, and I had found the locker with both colour and number matching perfectly.

“I have two options, available to me; aside from waiting here, which I do not feel like. I could go to see the library, to see if they have any interesting books to read; or I could see if I could find Rarity on my own, and ask her directly!” I consider.

While I do not know, how much my sister told Rarity about me, or if she may recognize me aside from that; but from what my sister had told me, she is very sociable and friendly. She does want to spread her Fashion and Accessories, selling them or giving them out as gifts. At least; it is the impression, my sister had given me. (Not that I am expecting her to just give me everything I was looking for.)

Since my sister is in her first year, I take this as a clue to where I would find Rarity, when she is by her locker. I just follow the line of lockers, isle by isle; until I get to the class, Rarity is attending. (Sounds easy enough?) Once I had found her class, I would find her locker. I could wait for her to return; unless she isn’t already there, by her locker.

Conveniently enough, Rarity is already by her locker; Pinkie Pie had apparently informed her, of when I were to show up. How convenient? Not that I am complaining, or anything.

“Hello, Megumi!” she exclaims, just as she is spotting me on my way towards her and her locker.

“Hello, Rarity I presume?” I respond.

“Yes, that is me..” she responds; “guilty as charged!” she concludes.

“Then you are the person, providing my sister with all these delicious accessories!” I exclaim, in excitement.

“Yes!” she responds; “I take it, you are the girl; interested in these Crescent Moon boots?” she inquires, as she is looking at me. (Of course; she could not miss the boots I am currently wearing, either.)

“Since you are providing these accessories; I can only imagine, I have come to the right person..” I suggest; “you see; I was hoping, you had more of these accessories available!” I explain.

“Depending on what you are looking for, I just may have what you are looking for!” she agrees.

“The most obvious, is that I am still lacking the Tail going with these boots!” I offer.

“I just may have one, in your size available..” she responds; “someone suggested I were to insert the specific items, into the inventory; earlier today!” she explains.

“The ensemble could not be considered complete; without the tail, too!” I prompt.

“I guess you have me, there!” she suggests.

“Then I came to think of it; if you happen to have a matching horn or wings too, I am very interested!” I concede.

By now; Rarity had already opened her locker, examining the latest extensions to the accessories she could offer.

“Is this the tail, you were looking for?” she inquires, before I had had the time to specify the colour I was looking for.

“Such an exquisite tail.” I respond, before I can pull my emotions in; “I had not expected you to have something this close to what I am looking for!” I exclaim, as my eyes are devouring the tail with gusto.

“Could I actually own, and wear this tail?” I ponder, barely comprehending it.

As I saw the price tag, I almost fainted; as I realized, I actually could walk home with the tail of my life. Rarity truly is the element of Generosity.

“Did you by chance have any more shoes in my size; other than the once I already have, that is?” I inquire.

“Iridium, Osmium, Cobalt, and Copper..” she offers.

At the given price, if it still stands and applies to these shoes too, I certainly could afford them.

“Divine..” I exclaim, barely able to hold my drooling in check; “I probably should stop here; saving the rest of the fun for later!” I suggest.

“Of course; Megumi..” she responds, as she starts to extract the items I had just requested; “you can always visit my Boutique, if I don’t have it in my locker..” she suggests; “or, if you want to make a special order!” she proposes.

“I was planning to see your Boutique, next weekend or so!” I concede.

While she was extracting the items; I produce the bits, fully intent on paying everything up front. With the tail, she is offering me; I must stay in her good graces, at all cost. Even if I were not prepared to express it, in these terms.

Cash in one hand, merchandise in the other; exchange of goods.

“Thank you, Rarity; such a pleasure, seeing you..” I offer, “aside from buying your exquisite accessories..” I add; “I will love to wear them, and treasure them for all times!” I conclude.

“Thank you, Megumi; it is a pleasure, to see you too..” she responds; I always love seeing people, finding the special suit or accessories, to complete their appearance and make their day!” she points out, with a smile on her face.

“I could very well imagine; looks like such a fulfilling goal!” I suggest; "One can only hope to derive such joy, from something in one’s life!” I conclude.

“May I help you, putting your tail on?” she inquires.

“Yes, please!” I respond; eager to show off my tail, for everyone to see. (Of course, it is a Horse tail..(Ponytail) just like all the other accessories were based on the design of the same Horse..(Pony))

I turn around, permitting Rarity to help me putting my tail on.

As I had just turned around; I feel her fingers on my back and waist, as she is pulling my skirt down a few inches. (Her fingers are not cold, but warm to the touch.) The next moment; I feel her placing the tail on my back, before she is permitting my skirt to slide back up.

“There..” Rarity pronounces; “how does it feel?” she inquires.

“Oh.. Oh..” I exclaim, “Sublime!” I put forth. (..and yes, I actually do feel my tail; it is the kind of tail, she had just helped me to put on.)

“I think, I will wait until I get home; before I try any of the other accessories on..” I ponder; “maybe I could even permit my sister to help me, putting them on and see them first!” I conclude.

While I was daydreaming; Rarity had already left the scene, her business concluded. (She still has a class, to attend to; after all.)

Before I realize it; my sister is entering the scene, spotting me where I stand.

“You already found Rarity?” she inquires, just to have me confirm it.

“Yes..” I respond; “and she was already waiting for me; with all the accessories I had been looking for!” I point out.

“Wait, what?” she inquires.

“You did notice my beautiful tail?” I inquire.

“Yes, how could I miss it?” she inquires; “It’s to die for!” she concludes.

I extract the horn, from within my back pack; “Could you help me; putting this on, please?” I inquire, indicating the horn I am holding in my hand.

“Yes; but of course, silly!” she responds; as she is accepting the horn, I am holding up in my hand.

After a moment of contemplation; she is reaching for my forehead, slowly placing the horn on the intended position. With just a little bit of hesitation; the horn soon finds its place on my forehead; before I can feel, it is bonding to me as if it had been glued into place.

“Weird..” she exclaims; “it felt; almost as if the horn was guiding my hand, to the correct spot on your forehead..” she concludes.

“Oh..” I exclaim; you felt that too?” I inquire; “but, then it felt; as if the horn fused to my forehead, making it feel as if it had always been there!” I declare.

“Whoa!!” she exclaims, taken aback; almost holding her breath, as if she was trying to catch it before it ran away from her.

After a moment, I am feeling a tingling sensation at the tip of my horn; focusing on it, because you can never ignore this kind of sensation. With a moment of focus, my horn starts to glow, faintly; before a small orb of light is forming on the tip of my horn, glowing brightly even in the light in the hallway.

“We should probably go home?” she inquires, trying to urge me to follow her home.

“Oh, okay..” I respond; “since I already got, what I came for!” I concede.

“Yeah; I guess I could see that, just from watching your tail!” she agrees.

I focus on my horn, for just a moment later; before I avert my concentration, back to my sister beside me. As I avert my focus, I soon notice the magic had evaporated and my horn no longer glows.

“Oh..” she exclaim, as she notices my horn no longer glowing.

“Yeah..” I respond.

“If it is under control, I guess I don’t need to worry!” she supplies, before we start to walk out.

“Now I just have to rearrange my shoes, when I get back home!” I put forth.

“Wait; you bought more shoes?” she inquires.

“Yes, I couldn’t quite help myself..” I respond; “when I asked, she had several more new shoes, for me to try out!” I supply.

“I guess I will just have to see these; and possibly help you out, sorting them!” she suggests.

“Thank you, Sis!” I respond.

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A Walk in the Park

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A Walk in the Park: 7

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A Date

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She had supplied me with the additional shoe boxes, identical to the one I keep my outdoors shoes in. I will be keeping my indoors shoes, in a separate box, I am keeping on my room; just as I will keep the new shoes, in a separate box, I am stacking the old original box on top of.

“Neat..” my sister exclaims, as she is seeing how I am arranging all my shoes, in these three separate shoe boxes.

“Yeah; it will be much easier, to keep track of my shoes now!” I agree.

“These Iridium shoes are pretty, very glossy and shiny!” she puts forth; “these blue Cobalt and red Copper kind of makes for a complete set of coloured shoes!” she then points out.

“Yes; I really do like this aspect, of my new shoes!” I agree.

“If you use the Aluminium shoes, because they are lightweight and easy to walk in; would you use the Osmium shoes, because they are so heavy, you can use them for exercise?” she inquires.

“When you put it like that; would you follow me out for a walk, so I can test them out?” I inquire.

“Sounds like fun..” she agrees; just after Dinner, would be fun!” she suggests.

“Okay, Sis; just after Dinner, it is!” I confirm.

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If they had not noticed either my Ears, or my Muzzle; of course they see neither my Tail, nor my Horn. Though I guess; my new Horn is plain as day, on my forehead. At least; there are no complaints, or emotional outbursts about either of these new Accessories. (Could I truly take either of them off of me, and as easily as I had put them on?) Either way; they have become part of who I am, all the same. I am, I have become defined; by the features, accented by applying these accessories.

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Slipping the new Osmium shoes on, had proven only too easy; just as slipping the squeaking, crystal clear Silicone shoes had been easy to take off of my hooves. (Or Boots; but I have come to see the Boots as my Hooves, as if I had been born with them.)

All my shoes are easy to put on, and take off; thus, swapping shoes is just as easy. No challenge, at all; but why should it be a challenge, in the first place? They are intended to be worn, in order to protect the delicate Hoof Boots in the first place.

While I had been swapping shoes; my sister had slipped her shoes on, as well.

Since it is so warm, outside; we don’t need to put on any outdoors clothes, naturally. I am fairly sure; Mother would complain if we did put on warmer clothes now, giving us a stern lecture about it. (I could live, without another lecture; or even the complaints.)

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Once we had dressed up, for the weather outdoors; she is opening the door and I follow her out, before I am closing the door behind myself.

“Oh.. oh..” I breathe; “These shoes really are heavy..” I observe; “much heavier, than I could possibly have imagined!” I conclude. (Of course, I had chosen the egg shoes; just for the purpose of maximizing the weight, in the first place.)

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard, as we are walking down the path to the street outside our home.

“Maybe, just maybe; we learned something more, from your purchase!” she suggests.

“Did you know; Osmium shoes could be so heavy?” I inquire.

“No..” she responds; “which is the point, I was making!” she suggests.

“Maybe you could buy yourself a pair of new Osmium shoes, too..” I propose; then we could share the adventure, when we go out for an exercise!” I supply.

“Yes; I guess I should buy myself a new pair of shoes, this feels like such an exciting experience to share!” she agrees.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” follows us as we continue to walk down the street, towards the nearest convenient path in the park nearby.

“This is fun..” I ponder; “but my shoes really are heavy!” I breathe.

“Came to think of it..” she puts forth; “Osmium is even heavier than Gold, and Gold is very heavy..” she elaborates; “but Gold is too soft for most all practical applications!” she points out.

“Oh..” I snicker; “could this be the reason, behind why Rarity never presented any Gold shoes to either of us?” I inquire.

“Probably..” she agrees; “because Gold is quite pretty, with its bright luster!” she concludes.

“Dare I suggest..” I put forth; “it’s the same reason, behind her lack of Silver shoes?” I inquire.

“Your Iridium shoes are just as beautiful, though!” she points out, giggling.

“Yes; I guess they are;” I agree; “and I think, I prefer my pretty Iridium shoes, I can wear for years; over the Silver shoes, that is only sounding fancy!” I put forth.

“So would I!” she concurs.

“I really do enjoy, going out on a walk with my sister!” I ponder.

“Imagine that; my sister is such a joy to go out on a walk with..” she considers; “who could have thought; but I guess, I just have to share more moments just like this with her!” she concludes.

The moment is spent quiet, under thoughtful contemplation; as we are continuing, to the green park we had intended to go to. None had even asked us, to go out together; we had just chosen to, as a spur of the moment. (When inspiration is knocking, don’t knock her down, you never know when or even if she is coming back!)

At the edge of the town, we turn to the path leading into the park; just enjoying the quiet and the serene surroundings we are entering.

“Clip clop, clip clop..” is heard; but it’s such a natural integrated sound, we don’t even notice it.

I am breathing a bit harder, as I have to struggle more just to lift my now much heavier hooves off of the ground. Not as if I am about to complain; I had after all chosen to put these shoes on, even knowing they were supposed to be heavy. (Even if I had not quite realized, just how heavy they would prove to be.)

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Why does this feel so natural to me, right now? It isn’t as if I had minded my older sister before. Why should I? And this is not even taking into account; all she had done for me, these recent days.

I like my sister, and enjoy spending time with her. Even if it can be a problem, making the time; when she is not even attending the same school, right now. Not as if this had been a problem, last year, of course. She just had to move to another school; once she started High School, this year. How typical. (Of course, this is not the first, and probably not the last time; this issue is presenting itself, placing distance between the two of us.)

On the other rubbery hoof, it is probably the first time; this issue had provided us, with this opportunity, to become closer, because of it. (How curious!)

Certain thoughts, are popping in and out of my head; while I am not aware of them just yet, they are breaking grounds for events yet to come. What these are, are for the future to explain.>

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The weight of my shoes are taking its toll on me, even if it will take me some time, before it is actually bothering me, stopping me in my track. (With my sister by my side, this should not be an issue.)

We simply continue down the path, trotting forwards; enjoying the moment together, with the greenery of the park surrounding and shielding us from everything else.

I find myself a bit winded, but my sister spurs me on; inspiring me, to continue as if it had been nothing. Well, maybe she is right? Besides; for as long as I have my sister by my side, there is nothing to fear or even worry about. Why worry, in the first place.

While this is not the first time, we are out and walk along this trail or together in general; it is the first time, since she met Rarity. I had loved the accessories Rarity had presented, and I still am; I am certain, I will continue, to love these. Well, why shouldn’t I?

Rarity’s accessories has integrated themselves in my life, our life firmly. I can barely even think or consider, what my life would have been without these now. Well, why should I? Why bother? I like my life, as it is; and these accessories, are an integral part of what my life is developing into.

Even if I guess, it will exclude the exploration of certain feminine items, such as high heels. (High Heals.)

If I had not needed these things, like the high heels; why worry about them now, if I don’t need them? I am happy, the way I am. My life is developing in a direction I am looking forwards to.

It is not just the path I am sharing with my sister, but this path is indeed enjoyable. Can I hope my life is to progress along the lines of this path I had just chosen for myself? If so, I have my sister and Rarity to thank for it. Not as if I mind. I enjoy having my sister in my life, as a friend at the very least. (We never had a problem before, so why should we start having problems now?)

This path is having its ups and downs, but I had already known that. I have been walking on this path before; and with my sister by my side, most of these times.

Surprisingly enough, if it is truly surprising; but it is actually easier to mount these hills, while I am wearing these shoes, than it had been before. The fact, that I may be more tired now; changes exactly nothing, in this regard.

The unyielding, sharp edge of these shoes dig in; helping me getting all the grip I could possibly need, as I walk up the path.

While I guess my steps may be shorter, but I can still trot down the hill, when I have past the summit and the path once more slides back down.

Little is said, at this point; but everything that had needed to be said, has already been said.

Or, maybe words are no longer needed; in order to express, what is needed to be expressed?

In the end, this path comes to an end, just as I had already known. It is inevitable, all paths come to an end. From there, we continue to trot, soon reaching the outer door to our home.

She is opening the door, letting me step in; before she is following me in, then closing the door behind herself.

She is helping me, swapping these shoes, for a pair of crystal clear Silicone shoes. Much lighter, than these Osmium shoes, of course. While the wait is not the reason why she is helping me to swap shoes, I have to wear my indoors shoes, once I am indoors, after all.

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Oh, Dear; the Twin Event

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