//------------------------------// // Bed-Time: 2 // Story: May I Walk the Pony(Twilight) // by Kentavritsa //------------------------------// . "Time for bed.." I offer; "It is getting late!" I continue. "Yes, it is!" she responds; "And it was such a nice day; just walking around town, with you by my side!" she continues. "If this was a dream.." I ponder; "But it isn't, and we all know it!" I continue; "I am here to stay, and we can go out for a walk any day!" I point out, with a grin, snickering. "I guess, it was a dream of mine, and now it has come true!" she concedes. She offers a giggle of her own, smiling contently; "Yes, I guess we can; and I know, I will love every moment of it!" she offers. "Up." I exclaim; "Girl!" I continue, as I pat the top of my bed with my right hand; signaling for her to jump up onto my bed. "Arf, arf.." she exclaims; jumping up, onto my bed and moves over onto the foot end of my bed. "You know, this has been such a special day; but I am tired, and the day is coming to a very satisfactory end!" she offers. "Yes, I guess it had, but as you said, I am tired!" I respond, giggling, softly. I know it is a bit silly, but she had asked for it; in the manner she is taking the form of a pet, even if she still is a Pony, or Horse even now. I just couldn't quite help myself; addressing her in this manner, offering her the place on my bed. Besides, I guess I had been hoping for her to do this all along; even if I had known her natural form is far too small, and her horse body is both too large and heavy for the bed. At least, now she can share the bed with me; even if one may argue; how demeaning and embarrassing it had to be, for her to be a mere pet. It had been her choice, and she had made it. Who am I to argue? "If only my bed had been just a bit wider?" I ponder; but even I know, her Horse form is far too heavy for my bed. No Human bed had ever been constructed, sturdy enough for a Horse before. Why would anyone ever build such a bed? Beats me. My bed, is the size it is; because it is the bed I had been given, based on the size of my body. This is the right size; for a girl to sleep safely and comfortably all night, every night. Of course, I had been sleeping just as comfortable as expected; each and every night, since the day this bed had been placed in my room. Back then, I did not know Twilight; I knew nothing of Twilight, or her friends back then. Now, that was several years ago. Of course. She had hopped up, onto my bed; only too eagerly, as I signed for her to do so. What had I been expected, but of course she had done it. I had asked her to, and it had been exactly what she had wanted all along. Once she had jumped up, onto the foot end of my bed; I had folded up the corner of the quilt, against the wall behind my bed. From there, I had slipped the right and left foot in under the quilt; slipping in under the quilt, before I fold the quilt back down over myself. "Arf, arf.." Twilight is yipping, from her end of my bed, excitedly. I can hear her yawn, as she slowly finds her corner in comfort and lay her head down onto the quilt. She is closing her eyes, then promptly falls asleep. I follow her example, soon finding myself fast asleep; with her on the other end of my bed, quietly sleeping. Falling asleep, had been easy; far too easy, after the excitement of the long walk. I never could have been expecting it; but here I am, fast asleep. This had been a dream of mine, all along; now it had come true, and I am living my dream. I am fast asleep, of course; but as I am opening my eyes, I am lying comfortably on the foot end of the bed. How curious? "Arf, arf.." I exclaim, in excitement; before I am stepping up to the other end of the bed with the clear intention of waking her up. Well, why not? I do want to go out, and I need her to walk me. Dreams are weird, but that's part of the concept of a dream in the first place. I am jumping off of the bed, and she folds up the corner of the quilt against the wall; before she is sliding her feet down and out of the bed, before she is sitting up. As I am watching, she slips out of bed, with a thump of her feet hitting the floor; as she is standing up, folding the quilt back down once more. She had walked over to the wardrobe, opening the doors as I watch her intently; she is slipping her panties and top off of her, finding herself nude. So what, what's with that? She is picking up a pair of black silicone panties, stepping right into them and pulls them right up; affording them a few tentative tugs: once twice and thrice. I notice how she picks a top or brassier out of the wardrobe; pulling it down over her head; only to afford it a few tentative tugs: once thrice and thrice. "There, she merely snickers. "Fresh as a Daisy.." I observe; but you still have to put something on, a top and a skirt would be just fine?" I suggest. "Not that I care, but if we are going out for a walk; she can't go out in just her underwears?" I ponder, not that it had made any difference to me. "Oh.." she mumbles; "but thank you, May!" she then responds with a snicker. "Yip, yip.." I respond; "But, you are quite welcome!" I continue. Of course, she could hear me and understand what I say; this is the magic, of the dream logic. What I had not realized, is that she is with me, sharing this dream. We share the experience, just in the other's body; as if I had been the miniature Pony, and as if she had been me. Just that I am the Pony, in the flesh; I am two foot tall, about the size of a medium sized Dog. How curious. I had not thought of it, much. She is extracting a metallic electric blue silicone skirt; stepping right into it, before she is pulling it all the way up. Just a knee-length tight pencil skirt, but I find it adorable and insanely beautiful; all in the same time. Next thing I know, she is extracting the short blouse top with full-length, tight sleeves. Why did she have to put these on, today? I love the look, and it is a perfect fit on her. I could have pictured Rarity herself creating this ensemble for her, in a heartbeat any day of the week. Couldn't she? Tight as the skirt is, it almost looks as if it had been painted right onto her skin. Yet, it is elastic enough; leaving her with all the freedom required, for her to walk with practiced ease and comfort. I admire it, and her. Now, she is looking at me, where I lay, comfortably; looking up at her, observing her and her every move. "Here.." she exclaims, "follow me, it's time for your breakfast!" she then continues. I jump down, onto the floor; hearing a squeak with each and every hoof-fall; first as I hit the floor, then as I continue trotting with her. She is opening the door and I follow her out of the room. "Clip, clop; clip, clop.." is heard, as I trot by her side. She is closing the door behind us, and I continue to follow her out into the kitchen. While I watch, she is pouring up water in a small bowl; placing it in my usual corner, and I eagerly step up and start drinking. While I drink, she is preparing my breakfast; placing the bowl beside the water. I eagerly enjoy my breakfast. "My usual vegetables.." I just ponder, while consuming my breakfast While I may be hungry and eager, I am still a Pony or Horse; thus I take the time, enjoying my breakfast. Once I had emptied the bowl, licking it clean; I turn towards her. "Let's go out, for an early walk; while it is still cool and secluded, and people are scares and quiet.." she exclaim. "Arf, arf.." I respond, following her out into the cloaking room. "I can't quite see you go out, barefoot.." I offer; "No, I need to slip into some nice shoos!" she responds. With that, she is putting on a pair of knee-length boots. "Crescent Moon" the label reads. "Clip, clop; clip, clop.." is heard, as she is taking a few more steps. "Oh, and I almost forgot.." she then points out, looking at me; "You will need to wear this, too!" she points out. She is picking out the halter, slipping it onto my muzzle; before she is fastening and securing the straps behind my neck and under my chin, respectively. I observe, how she is ascertaining; the straps are on tight and securely, without being uncomfortably tight. Now, she is attaching the leach onto the right side of my halter; before she is opening the door, stepping right out. As I am following her out, she is closing the door behind the two of us; before she is locking the door, leading me along the path to the street. --- --- ---