Stuck

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Lam-e IA " (Lame IA)

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As much as I may struggle, there is no point; I can’t even lift a single hoof, off of the floor in the first place. What I am granted for the effort, is just a tightening sensation on my hoof and leg; it isn’t comfortable, at all.

I had tried, a few times; even after I had learned, realized the futility. I may have forgotten, about just how futile it is?

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Little by little, the bond had tightened up around my hooves and legs all the way up. (At first, it had been very obvious and overt; but then it had continued, fueled by the lightest twitch on my part.) It only covers my hooves and my legs, which is distinctly covering my cutie Mark as well. (Not that covering my Cutie Mark had changed anything; even if it is brushing my pride, as I find it embarrassing.) Nothing to do about it; as I am alone, with my hooves and horns effectively disabled.

Why does this substance never reach beyond my legs? Yet, I had refused to ask the obvious question, or even considered the question. Why? What good would it possibly do me?

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I had been ordered, instructed; never to be seen or heard from, ever again. How do I pull this off? Am I to hide in her castle, for as long as I live?

Just that I am bound to be found, after my death if I had just hidden away? How could I perform the given duty, if I were to hide? I have no idea.

The answer had come, to me; much earlier, faster than I had dared to imagine. Just not in the way, I had been expecting. (At first, it had scared me; when I was realizing what was happening to me.) Still; by then, it had already been too late to escape. It had been too late, once I had received the summon, then promptly accepting the mission I had been given. (As if I had had a choice, when summoned?)

While each blast had still contained magic (mana)., just as expected; it had contained part of my substance, my very soul. With that, I am committed, to follow the orders I had been given.

Slowly, very slowly; I am becoming the restraints, holding Twilight in place. (Part of me, my knowledge is being siphoned, into the book I had presented her with.)

It is not Love, fueling her restraints; it is my body, my will. Scary, discomforting; yes, but that is just the beginning.. How do I even put this into words? (I guess; this is an image, of how much our queen is valuing me and the life I had had.)

I could see the substance of my body, flowing away towards her in the beam; I had just refused to accept or believe it could have been possible, at least at first. (Until I had seen myself; my body slowly losing the substance that had held be together, that is!)

It isn’t, as if I had forgotten anything of what had gone into the stories of the book she is reading; but it is still my memories, all the same. (Even if it isn’t just my memories, covering the book with the text she is reading.) Had I been fed lies and false memories? Had the ring on my horn been created, to hold lies to feed her, to deceive her? I have no idea, and now it no longer make any difference to me.

It isn’t just that I will be hidden away, in order to make sure I will not be heard from again; there will be no trace of me to be seen or heard, as I am being transferred into what is her restraints. (What will be left of me, in the end; if anything at all? I am scared, terrified!) Yet, I have no choice; my fate had already been written, sealed. (Wait, wait.. I have no choice?) Inside, I am screaming in panic, at the top of my lungs. Jet, I can not be heard.

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She is restrained, stuck.

I have outlived my meaning, my purpose.

I find myself trotting up towards her: Twilight Sparkle from behind. The closer to her I come, the stronger the pull, the compulsion becomes; I can no longer stop, turn back. (As much as I may want to, even knowing it had already been too late; the struggle is futile, and I no longer have a body in which to live my life!)

Before she is hearing me, turning to look; I am whisked away on the wind of the magic of the ring, as the mana is pulling what is left of me into the substance that is her restraints.

I am finding myself being pulled in. I am falling, and she is pulling me in.

As the rest of me, the Spectre is (re)uniting with what had been me; I am filling up the restraints, as I am absorbed by her skin. (She is still reading the book I had past onto her; the very book, Chrysalis had instructed me to present her with.)

As I fell, I had not felt weight; I am weightless, without substance.

Only once my body had absorbed the lost substance; am I feeling weight, and sensations.

It is just, that I can’t feel the sensations I had been accustomed to; I feel the sensations, a Pony would feel. (Of course; I can no longer change my shape, as I am inhabiting the form of a Pony.)

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There is the sense, as if someone had just walked (or trotted) over my grave. I am experiencing a very uncomfortable sense of unease.

I am experiencing a chill; as if there had been a draft, a very cold wind blowing through the hall in which I am standing.

For a moment, I am feeling the urge to move, to turn my head in the direction from which the sensation is coming. As I am turning my head; I momentarily have the impression of seeing a Spectre flowing towards me, for the briefest of instants. (It could not be. Could it?)

The instant is passing, and I pretend it had never happened.

As much as I may have tried to lift my hooves, in order to move; I am stuck, the restraints had tightened up considerably. (Only now, it had moved up to encompass my entire body in the short span of time that had passed.) I am stuck.

I had been encased, in what appears to be solid Latex (Rubber). My hooves, still stuck to the floor.

I continue reading. (I had enjoyed the book, I had been presented; even if I did not know, where it had come from or who had presented me with this material..)

With nothing better to do, I read. (I still enjoy reading the book, I had been presented with; the perspective new and alien to me, while much of the material is calling to me all the same!!)

With no way to move out of the spot, I fall asleep; where I stand, with the book still hovering before me. (Maybe the book had nothing better to do. Maybe the book could not go anywhere, either.)

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As I am waking up, I find myself in my own bed. My very own bed, in which I had been sleeping each night, since I had moved into this castle.

I am confused, but I guess I am not about to complain. (To whom, am I to complain to?)

Could I pretend, this had been nothing but a strange and very unsettling dream?

(You could.)

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Pass: "Faux Pas" Confirmed..

I Dream of You (Miss Pew)

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Choo Choo Choo - Ray..!!!