Prologue of the Change: 1
I had just closed the door to my bed room. It is late and I am tired. Now there is but the one final detail, I need to change into more fitting attire.
Walking to the wardrobe at the foot end of the bed, where the clothes were awaiting me. Incidentally, I have the wash-bin in the wardrobe as well, mainly out of convenience. With that, I just slip out of the clothes, before I pick up the fresh panties.
Sliding the doors open, looking down into the chute where the clothes go in order for me to wash them. Pulling my red top off of me, over my head before I slip it into the bin. With a little stretch, once my hands are on the skirt and it falls to the floor. I kick it up and slip it down the chute to land on top of the top. Once the skirt is down, I pull the trick once over, liberating myself and my hips from the panties, no longer feeling quite as fresh as they were the other day, before I went to bed. I bend over and slip the index finger in under the right sock, pushing it down and pull it off of my foot, then the same with the other sock, before I gracefully slip them down the chute and close the doors to the wardrobe.
Stepping to the side and sliding the doors to the other wardrobe and extracting a pair of fresh, new panties. I never had used these particular panties, imagine them to be identical to all my other white panties. If only I had known. Stepping into the garment and walking over to the bed, folding the quilt up against the wall.
Slipping down into the bed and folding the quilt back over myself. Sleepy as I am, I barely had the time to lay my head onto the pillow and close my eyes before I found myself sound asleep. The light out, before I folded the quilt, I don’t need to see anything at this point, I know where I have all I need.
Apparently, I am sitting in the kitchen. I am alone, sitting with a cup of tea, quietly enjoying myself in silence and solitude. I rarely have this luxury, these days.
Only in solitude, can I properly contemplate what I have before me. Others distract me from what needs to be done. Quiet, and a cup of tea is what keeps me where I sit, and manage to keep me focused. Funny I actually had the time, today. Of course, this never last. I am happy, if I can go over a single matter of import at hand, while it does.
“Greetings, Ruby. I am Princess Luna. Hope I am not interrupting anything important, but I felt it was appropriate to drop in and present myself, aside from where you are about to go!” she pointed out.
“Greetings, Luna. It is acceptable, if I call you Luna? Where am I about to go?” I merely responded, with a confused giggle.
“Yes, Ruby. That is quite all right by me. That is why I am here, in order to guide you through the changes, and show you were you are going. You see, I am the Princess of the night!” she responded, with a smile of her own, slowly spreading out on her lips.
“Since you are the Princess of the Night, Luna, does that mean it is still night and that I am still fast asleep, too?” I responded.
“Quite correct, Ruby. You do need your sleep, just as much as we Ponies!” she pointed out.
On the remark, I looked closer at the girl before me. Maybe people with dark skin is too common to notice them, but the hair, and the style in which she had it kept isn’t consistent with the dark skinned people, to the best of my knowledge. Her hair flows freely, like a mane, ignoring the air and gravity in the room. The slightly amused smile is looking regal in composure, without the arrogant touch you commonly saw among important people, Royal or otherwise. Her hands are carefully manicured, the nails stylish, with a golden shimmer to them.
Apparently, she wears a fashionable black skirt, hiding her body, without actually concealing it. Furthermore, she does have a very special necklace around her neck, with the iconic moon up front, as if denoting her name and identity in a strange manner I couldn’t put a finger to.
On second thought, she had ignored my nudity entirely. I felt a curious pang of anxiety, on the instant of realisation. Who and what was she. She never really told me. Even if it is a dream, but I did not know of it at this time. I guess you never truly do know of it, within the dream.
Yet, I am still the comfortably light complexion I had always been. I may only grow a bit on the pink side of the hue, if overheating, or if I am too long in the sun. I commonly avoid the sun in general, if truth is to be told. If she truly is the Princess of the Night, is this why she chose to be with me at this time?
“If I may be so bold and ask; Why did you come to me? What prompted you to be with me? Am I merely dreaming you up?” I enquired with a brave little smile.
“True, this is your dream. Yet, as the Princess of the Night, I can choose to enter the dreams of others, such as yourself at any time. It is my job to make certain you are safe in your dreams, but I can guide my subjects through their dreams. Dis-spelling nightmares, fears and worries, guiding you through problems in your daily life. Saving you from yourself in general. I have come to enjoy this mission. Now I know my worth, I can help others in ways not even my sister of the sun ever could. There is no reason to fear the night, yet we all do, regardless of reasons. The night is mine, and thus my responsibility!” she merely prompted with growing pride to her voice.
“Wait, why are you constantly referring to Ponies? If it isn’t too presumptuous of me to ask?” I put forth.
“Because I am a Pony, for starters. My subjects are also Ponies. I came to guide you, it is why I am here. Now is the time to show you, where we are going. You will remember this as if it had been a regular event in your daytime, just so that you know. Let me open the door, and we are off onto the adventure on which I am guiding you!” she merely spoke, still with the same smile on her face.
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