‘So much for getting a full night’s rest…’
Instead of waking up feeling refreshed, I woke up feeling just as tired as I felt the night before, I had a vague reminder of a dream, but it was quickly pushed out of my head by the annoying reminder of exhaustion.
‘Maybe I’ll go back to sleep’
As soon as the thought crossed my mind I got on my hooves and jumped off the bed, quite gracefully at that, I felt like a ballerina while doing it, except without the feeling of emasculation I would feel in doing such an act.
‘Okay, I guess no bed for me.’
I made my way to the bathroom and did my business as usual, and then, just as yesterday, I looked at myself in the mirror, what I didn’t expect, were the words that I muttered when I did.
“Oh, look at my mane! This is a disaster!”
‘Wait, what did I just say?’
‘I said to look at my mane, I hope you are happy! You have no idea how long it took me to me to get it just right!’
As soon as I heard the other voice on my head, I remembered the dream, or what I thought was a dream, using my seasoned detective skills, I deduced that the other voice was actually Rarity.
The real Rarity.
‘Congratulations, you got me’ I beamed mentally at the praise, but I could have sworn that she rolled her eyes at the motion, I guessed she was a sore loser.
“Can you stop that, you are giving me an awful headache.” she replied actually using my/her mouth/snout.
“For your information, it’s my snout, not yours.” she reply to my mental note.
‘Wait, you can read my mind?’ I asked her with what I hoped to be an angry tone.
“I don't have to, you don’t seem to remember that you are talking inside my head, and you don’t seem to realize that everything you think happens in there as well."
I blinked in realization and another question formed itself, but before I could even ask it, Rarity replied.
“I don’t know, I can’t really remember much before this, and even if I did I wouldn’t tell you anything, you aren't the most trustworthy pony I've known."
‘Ouch, hurtful, you’ve broken my heart.’ I told her mockingly.
“Not to be offensive, but you hate me, do you not? I don’t care much for ponies who don’t enjoy my company.” she replied still looking for a way to get her mane in order.
‘Wait, how do you know that? I haven’t thought of that.’ I asked with reluctance.
“Simple. I was trapped inside my own head since you woke up yesterday, I tried my best to escape but to no avail, for some reason I could hear everything you were thinking… And see and feel what you were doing.” she finished delivering the last few words with venom.
I thought back to my outbursts and mental oddities and realized how her “escape attempt“ had resulted on some traits of her personality oozing out, I couldn‘t explain it, but I didn‘t have to, that was as close to figuring it out as I was going to get.
“And how could you do that knowing full well of our diet? A-and you violated me!” she hissed through gritted teeth.
‘Wait, what do yo- Oh... oh.’ I realized too late.
“How could you make me eat that… Poor creature… And letting your friend do t-t-that!” I gulped at the words, and trust me, gulping without the use of a throat can be pretty damn hard.
“I’ve had enough, I don‘t want to think about this anymore!”
‘But, you are the one that brought it up…’ I replied in my defense.
She stomped her hoof on the floor a few times, next thing I knew, I felt myself being fondled, not a pleasant feeling inside my own thoughts. After the feeling went away, Rarity looked under the sink and opened the doors, soon, pulling out a fairly new looking comb, she sighed and begin fixing her mane using the object as best as she could with her magic.
‘Did you just read my thoughts?’ I asked her, it was a rhetorical question mind you, but one I needed to get off my non-existent chest.
“Yes, I did, not hard when your thoughts are just idly floating around inside my own head."
'How come I can't read your thoughts?' I asked her thinking of how much she had seen in my head.
"Please, I can protect my own thoughts, magic is kind of well known where I come from." she growled at the last word, fighting to get a knot.
I absorbed everything that she told me and asked the question that I had wanted to ask from the beginning.
‘Wait, so you read everything in my mind?’
She put the comb on the sink and closed her eyes for a second to reply in barely a whisper. “Yes…”
‘… Listen, I ca-’ I began trying to dig myself out of the hole I was in, but was interrupted by her talking.
“You… Disgust me…” I flinched as she said the words, as much as I didn’t like her, having one of the mane 6 say that just hurt.
If all of them had said that to me, I would have died… And not in the good way.
We kept silent for the next 30 minutes as Rarity tried to get her mane just right, it had been a good effort, but without her make-up, she wasn’t as radiant as she had hoped to be, the only downside on my part was that I felt everything she did.
“I don’t need you to antago-” she cut her retort short and changed her tone. “Listen, I am willing to let your actions go for now, and I even promise to keep myself out of your own thoughts, that was a desperate ploy to find a way out, but I still apologize for my intrusion.”
‘What do you want?’ I asked her, her sudden change in tone made it pretty obvious she needed my help.
“From what I’ve seen in your head, you should know full well what I want.” I rolled my eyes, or at least tried to, but having no control over your eyeballs prevents that.
‘Fine, but first, I want you to promise me not to go into my “head” anymore, second, that after this, you will keep your bitchy tone down, and third, you will tell me what you do remember, maybe I can find out how I became… This!.’ I decided a deal like this wouldn’t be hard for the “generous” mare.
Rarity sighed and promised she would do as I said, but I wasn’t convinced of her honesty.
‘Pinkie promise me.’ I grinned, which was odd when her features turned into a frown.
“B-but…Fine! Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my ey- OUCH!” I couldn’t help but laugh at her pain, it hurt me too, but it had been worth it.
“Happy?” she asked me while glaring at the mirror, but with one eye, it wasn’t quite as effective.
‘Quite. Now come on, we’ve got a friend to wake up.’