Camp Hobby Horses

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The Arrival

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“Page 04: 'In a Bit” I read.

I am flipping the page, falling forwards and down into the narrative in a swift, fluid motion.

“Whoa!” I exclaim, thanking my lucky Star, for being in this secluded location where I don't expect anyone to see me or find out.

The first thing I am realizing, is that my ears had fallen off of my head during the night; but I still have my ears on the top of my head, and the ears I had hidden under my hair is no longer there.

“I am wearing a bit..” I ponder; “my bit..” I continue; “While my ears fell of, my bit is still on!” I breathe.

“Where am I?” I hear my sister exclaiming; “Where am I?” I hear the herd mates inquiring, echoing one after another.

“Of course I am hearing them, I had already known that; but why are they so shocked and surprised?” I ponder.

“At camp Spirit Horse!” I respond, without a thought, whereupon I hear their breathing calm down and slow to a more comfortable rate.

“Oh, wow!” I ponder; “I managed to calm them down!” I proclaim.

“Of course!” I hear my sister responding; “You know I trust you, I always have!” she concludes.

“Yes, Sis..” I respond; “I know!” I respond. (When did I become the herd Alpha?)

Of course, Camp Spirit Horse means something to them; they had already known what it entails, and what it means. Just that I only know, what I had read in the catalogue.

Naming the herd is one thing, but now I had managed my first point; by calming my herd mates down, when they needed it. I guess it had been natural to me, to respond, when they were asking. Why shouldn’t I? Had it been explained, that I shouldn’t; but I had not heard that, I had missed this explanation if there had indeed been one.

This dream is mirroring real life, coloured by our experiences; even if it is guided, by the mysterious Totem placed over my head. (Over the head of each girl, of my herd; just as it had been placed, over the head of each of the girls at this camp.)

Since I am wearing my bit, and the bit being present in my experience; it is still there, in my dream too. With that, we are all wearing this bit and halter; with everything that comes with it, even if my sister may be the only one aware of this. Should I tell them, should I have told them; but this will simply have to wait, until tomorrow. If indeed I am to tell anyone, explaining the situation. Should I, or should I not?

While the situation may have been confusing, and indeed scary; but once the location had been established, by my pronouncing the fact, the fright simply evaporates like mist in the morning.

Now I am finding myself standing up, barefoot in the wet grass; standing in a bright clearing, both feet in the luscious wild grass. At first, I am alone.

While I am still alone, standing in the luscious grass; I soon notice stands of proud trees, scattered around the clearing. I hear each girl, as if they had been standing next to me; while I can clearly make out the direction of where they are, hidden by just one stand of trees. Each girl, separated from the herd; out of sight, keeping each isolated. Until, that is; I am speaking up, leading them to my location.

While I can hear their voices, as if they had been close by; I also hear their steps, as they are walking in the grass.

I can hear each girl, as they walk around, slowly taking out the direction of my voice; before they find my location, just a few minutes later. The intended illusory trick, losing its power; the instant one realizes where one is, just by calling out to one’s friends.

The first change, had been my ears; I had already changed, and my ears appearing like the once of my accessory placed on top of my head. This had been the first, but only the first of many. I just don’t know what these are, or in which order, or for what reason they will be occurring.

As I can see my sister, her muzzle is already firmly in place; as is my own, and the muzzle of each of the girl in my tribe. Naturally; they are all wearing their bits, even if they no longer are skin tone and thus easy to spot and recognize.

“Whoa!!” the first girl exclaims; “You are wearing a halter and bit!” she concludes.

“Wait, you did not notice before?” my sister inquires.

“No..” the second girl responds; “should I have?” she then inquires.

“This is a dream..” the fourth girl points out; maybe the halter was never on her face, or it may have changed in colour or design?” she suggests.

“It just feels weird..” the third girl puts forth; “to actually be wearing a bit and a halter..” she continues; “as if someone would have crafted a halter, adding a bit that could possibly fit me?” she concludes, somewhat uncertain. (At least; no reins had been added, to this halter.)

“As a herd, wouldn’t we all move towards harmonizing the image of self?” my sister inquires.

“Yes..” the first girl supplies; “I guess; that would be making sense..” she continues; “even when the details just fails to make any sense to me!” she concludes.

It is a dream, it should not be making sense; at least, not all by itself. What if this had been the intent, the purpose of the Totem, each girl had been afforded for the purpose of this camp?

“Someone is clearly identifying with a Horse!” the third girl suggests; “wouldn’t that make these changes make sense?” she inquires.

“This is camp Spirit Horse..” the first girl points out; “we should have an affinity for Horses; why else would we be here, in the first place?” she inquires, in turn.

“Oh, but of course..” I ponder; “wouldn’t that make sense?” I exclaim; “What if this is the explanation; why we could see this camp, this year, Sis?” I whisper.

“Yes, Sis!” my sister responds, snickering in enlightened amusement.

“Little Hooves!” the second girl breathes.

“So we should be trotting around, bare hoofed!” the fourth girl concedes.

“Wouldn’t that be..” the first girl exclaims; “wonderful..” she breathes.

Since we are all bare foot, there is nothing in the way; the next moment, we all find ourselves changing in order to stand on our own two hooves.

“Wonderful..” the first girl exclaims.

Oh, but of course it is. I enjoy feeling the soft grass under my bare hooves; like I had never felt it before, even if the experience is not new to me.

While the change itself is a bit of a surprise; but the feeling of the grass under my bare hooves, is not.

“Uhm..” the first girl puts forth; “why do I have the impression..” she continues; “the two of you had been expecting these, or even experienced it first hand already?” she inquires.

“Would it be all that shocking, to you; if we had indeed experienced this?” my sister inquires.

“Are you confirming, or denying having this experience before?” the third girl inquires, somewhat taken aback by the response.

“This IS Camp: Spirit Horse..” my sister points out; “I did not propose we should all be trotting around bare hoofed for no reason; but because it felt, as if it had been the most natural thing in the world!” she confirms.

“There are Other camps..” the second girl concedes; “but this IS camp: Spirit Horse, as you said..” she continues; “so, maybe we should have been expecting this, after all!” she concludes.

“I am proud to be part of herd Little Hooves!” all the girls chorus as one.

Of course, there would be other events; aside from the camp: Spirit Horse, even if I had failed to find the slightest trace of these in the catalogue. Maybe they were held at other times of the year, or I simply lack the required affinity for these events. Even if my sister had acquired these Crescent Moon boots for the Deer and the cow, aside from the Horse, though. She could have been too young, to partake this year. But, since I had signed up for this camp; she had been accepted, as she is following me to the camp.

While there is no age limit, for partaking in the camp; there is a requirement, for the corresponding affinity.

By the end of this camp; maybe, just maybe I would know what camps there are. If so; I could see if I could harmonize, with the requirements to partake? Somehow, the idea is enticing to me; I feel, as if I should at the very least consider the idea. (At least, hoping there is a camp I would enjoy.)

I feel a strange sensation, a sensation I can not quite put a finger on (or a hoof), it is just growing stronger, with certain events coming. (This is just such event.)

While I had been distracted, my skin had changed; no longer the light pink,, but a pristine white. I have inky black socks, while my hooves curiously enough are a bright red.

I have no fur, as I had been expected; but neither do I have the hairs in certain places, where it had made no sense having it. My mane still remains, almost entirely unchanged; even if the fact that my ears had moved, still places certain restrictions on my mane. (Though my mane does reach all the way down my neck, almost to the point of reaching my back.) For a mane, this would be most reasonable, and quite reasonable. Not that I mind, even if it may feel a bit weird.

Should I have been complaining? Everyone in my herd had been affected in the same way; so at least, I am not standing out. Something, for which I will be eternally grateful. I never really liked to stand out. Even if I may not have put all that much of an effort, into avoiding it. Though I had still accepted the accessories Rarity had offered me, to the effect; and look, where this is taking me. (Yes, Sis; I am at Camp: Spirit Horse, with you.)

On second thought; I do have a pair of nipples, in the place a Mare is expected to have them too. As is all my herd mates, though.

As a Horse, if a very spirited one; all these things are quite natural to me.

As a Horse, I am nude; not giving it a second thought, simply finding it natural. Maybe I could have worn shoes, boots or even a quilt; but we have none of these here, though.

What if, I had had a full set of hooves; but no, that could wait for a while longer.

As a Horse, I also have a tail, matching my mane. A long, full tail, reaching almost all the way down to my hooves. But just almost. Thus, I don’t need to worry, stepping on it, by mistake.

Whether anyone else would recognize my voice, or understanding what I am saying; but everyone in my herd, still do. If I had changed, so had they; we had all experienced exactly the same changes, so we don’t really experience being changed in the first place. (What is up, about that?)

What is up, is the sun; what is down, is the thick and luscious grass we’re trotting over. (Or standing on, when we are standing still.)

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In the end, I had changed completely. Not that I mind, particularly. (Even if this is a dream, with no bearing on the reality; of the real world, to which I will return as I wake up.)

Of course, I will be waking up; in a few hours, that is. Still; that is neither here, nor there.

Once the final changed had come over me, completing the transformation; I had found myself a Mare, a Horse in company of the rest of her herd. (Well, what a shock!)

I had just rested for a moment, a few minutes at the very most; before I had started to trot forwards, with the rest of my herd in tow. Yes, my herd; I had found myself, the Alpha Mare of the herd after all.

Not to say that I mind, particularly; someone had to take the lead, and I had accepted the responsibility before I had even realized it. (I had been the Master of the change, my changes; choosing exactly when what change were to take hold of me, even if I had not tried to change back.)

Maybe, just maybe; I just enjoy being the Horse too much, to try to change back. If it is the dream, or my personality in charge; but I am still enjoying myself, and the company of my herd. (Shouldn’t I be enjoying myself, and the company of my herd?)

The freedom, the wind in my mane; as I am free to move as I please, knowing my herd will follow without question. (As if there is such a thing as: Question, in the first place!).

If I slow down, I can have a bite of grass, grazing to my heart’s content; just as I can drink the water in the nearest creek at will. Non to ask permission, and none to question me or my decisions at any time.

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Just in time for when I am to wake up; I stop and change back, leaving only my ears, my muzzle and my hooves in place. Just enough to leave proof of what had happened. Just not more, than I could hold on to, without a second thought. The other girls had followed suit; stopping and changing back right alongside me.

The next moment, I am waking up; knowing they are waking up, as well.

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Pass: From one, to another; a Lavender Camp.

A New Day

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