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Of course, I had already drawn the Horse. I had enjoyed to be a full sized Horse, able to walk, or trot openly in the community.
However, I am feeling alone and lonely; I can't fit in her bed, so I can not climb up onto her bed and snuggle up to her. I want to share the time with my May. Now, all I need; is to be in the size, permitting me to share the bed with her.
I can ignore the relative size of the Horse; all I need to care about, is to fit comfortably in her bed. Safely.
Did I need to redraw anything, at all? I already have the Horse, I am; the Horse, I want to be. Yes, I know, I am a Horse here; even if I am a Pony, technically. It isn't about the size of my body, but all the internal differences between me, the body I had been born with; compared, with the Horses I could see in the pastures around here.
Horses are feral, Ponies are sentient; though there are numerous other differences, too; including the fact that I was born a Unicorn. They have neither Unicorns, nor Pegasi around here. Just as they have no Centaurs, of course. I had known it, all along.
I had found myself growing excited, as I was completing the drawing; and am quite giddy, as I am watching the rendering taking place. Now, I just had top wait for the process to run its course; a minute, and I will have my new Mecha.
Should I have been waiting, until May got back home? But I could not make myself wait, I just had to do this; surprising May, as the idea had hit me.
"Ping" is heard, as the rendering is complete.
She is standing on the top of her desk. But, of course she would. Only she had jumped down, onto the chair, so that she could stand face-to-face with me, opening her mouth to permit me to jump right in.
Once I had stepped into the mouth, of my Mecha; she is closing her mouth, thus teleporting me right in.
The next instant, I stand inside. I can feel her hooves, as she is standing on the plush padding on May's chair; as if it had been my hooves. I can see the room, as if through my very own eyes; just that I am a full two feet tall, as opposed to my original three inches. Or, the five foot, as the Horse.
Naturally, my horse is now standing in a corner of the room; resting and relaxing, as if she had been sleeping. So very horse like of her, but it is not as if I could blame her now. How could I?
My new Mecha is the same lavender purple hue as the Horse Mecha I had coloured to look like me. I had just fallen for the urge, polishing my hooves to a highly glossy sheen. As a pet, I am now just as quiet as a cat. Well, why not? I don't want to wake anyone up, in the middle of the night; more than I had wanted to draw attention to myself, with the noises my Equine hooves would make even in this light frame.
My mane and tail are the same deep purple; with the cerise and red streak, and why not? Just as my eyes will still be the same deep purple as they had always been.
As opposed to the little dog I may look like, I have no fur to shed and leave behind. However, my tongue is still just as wet, as the little Dog you may be taking me for.
Just as my first Mecha, this one had been fully charged; as the rendering had been finished. However, the batteries are smaller; but I doubt it should make a significant difference, as I predict it to use less energy than that full-size Horse.
"If I place a book on the desk, I could be reading it!" I ponder.
However, I could as easily make use of the head-set and read my digital copies. If I want to read, undisturbed; I should return to my home, though. I have a small room in my basement, where I could make certain, not to be disturbed or distracted.
As a Horse, or Pony; I can stand comfortably, resting or sleeping effortlessly. My Mecha is no different. Why should it be?
The room is unchanged, undisturbed; as if nothing had happened. My friends, inside; doing whatever they were doing, on their free time. Not to say, they are locked inside their homes; any and all of them could go out, as they please. Celestia knows that.
When I had entered the Mecha, it is decorated; like the cockpit of a fighter-jet, how else? However, I do have a secondary decoration firmly in place; ready to be brought forth, if and when I so desire.
As I stand still, hooves firmly in place; I am standing still, as I am reading the latest book on my list. I am just enjoying a good read, while I wait for May to come home. Since I love a good book, what could possibly have been a better use of my time? It is so relaxing, to me. Besides, I learn something new.
Naturally, I had left a kind of warning in the cloaking room; in the form of a collar and a leash. Not that I really need these, but if she is walking me outside; she is expected to use this, if she intends to pass me off as a Pet.
I had chosen three options for her, the traditional collar, the halter and the harness. I am not quite sure, which I would be preferring; I do not have to experience, to make up my mind. With this in mind, I leave this in the hands of May. I could always choose, not to feel the collar itself; and just experience the lead, provided by her if and when I require it.
As she is returning home, I sense her proximity, just as I can hear the sounds she is making. I am prepared, for her.
"Arf, arf!" I exclaim, letting her know how excited I am to know she is home.
While I speak her English fluently and competently enough, I had just chosen to play the part. Not that I look like any known breed of Dog or Hound; but I had chosen to play the part now.
Of course, the advantage of the act is; she is making haste, stepping into the room. She is surprised to see me, of course; I had expected nothing less.
If I still have my horn, there is no way I could pass for a Dog; but at least, I can still fit on her bed. Not that the Horn is the most outstanding detail, of my Equine origin; since I have a mane and a tail, as well. Why hide any of my Equine origin?
I hear the thuds of her feet hitting the floor as she is walking to the door. She stops, before opening the door; stepping in, before she is closing the door behind herself.
"Hi, May!" I exclaim.
"Hi, Twilight!" she responds, as she notices me standing in the middle of her room.
"Uhm, but why am I not surprised?" she inquires.
Had I been the dog, I would have been wagging my tail right now; as a Pony, my ears are perking up, focusing my attention squarely at her.
"You want to go out for a walk?" she inquires.
"Yes, please!" I respond, excitedly, as I keep her squarely in my focus.
I notice, how my excitement is infectious on her. She turns back to the door, opening it. I follow her, and kick the door closed with a quiet thud.
She walks out to the cloaking room, putting her shoes on; turning back to me, with excitement painted all over her face as she is grinning at me.
"While I know you are a Pony, trusting you will not trot off; I think it is for the best, if I put a collar on your neck!" she explains.
"Arf, arf.." I respond; "Yes, I guess that would be for the best, just to be sure!" I respond.
With that, she puts the collar around my neck, connecting the leash. Once she had finished, she is turning towards the door; opening it, and we step right out and she closes the door behind us.
I had integrated a set of soft shoes, to the form; I did not particularly want to scream out, 'I am a Horse' to everyone within earshot. However, I could not help, but hearing the soft squeaks of the shoes.
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