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// In the Park: 9 
// Story: Tentative Pet Pony 
// by Ponyess 
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	Of course, I could never have had any sex with Diamond Tiara, she is after all my daughter.  Even if she is a pet now, I still can't.  I guess it never was my intent?

As a pet, she can still please me, just as much as when she was my daughter.  Not just because she can't speak, and thus voice what I did not want to hear.  Now I can look at her for hours, quietly contemplating.  Both her and business without question, or be questioned for it.

I can snuggle her silly all day, if and when I have the time, if I so choose.  Teasing her, tickle her behind the ear, or scratch her belly the way I can with a proper pet.  Just as I know she will never grow up to leave me, or the house, just the way I wanted it to be.  The dream will never have to end.



She will never have to go to school, and I could even choose to take her with me on a business trip.  She'd be content with the attention I am prepared to offer since it is as much as I am at a liberty to give.  Such is the life of a business pony.  This is who I am and the talent I inherited, demonstrated on my flank expressed just that.  Everyone in this village, and in the entire of Equestria would know.

I have enjoyed success, both in life and business.  Not only am I an important pony in the community of Ponyville, where I live, but I'm also important to my family, not just for my wife, but also for the foals, even if I traded a foal for a pet, as it were.  She is still the same Diamond Tiara for me, even if she will now have a very different life, compared to what she had expected, growing up as a fillie the way she did, up until last week.  Only it can't be revoked, no way of changing her back.



There is something special about having her out on a walk in the park.  I never had quite expected the serene joy of it all.  Just walking along the narrow path in the quiet park.  Had I known, I may have done this much earlier, but there's no turning back in life, I'd know that.

The soft shadows from the trees, the branches rustling overhead.  Little more than the noises from branches and leaves.  The eventual chirp from a bird, as much as to interrupt my thoughts.  There was the joyous whinny from my pet, but that's no bother.  I guess I will come to love it, even more than I had feared?



On the other rubbery hoof, all things must come to an end, which is where we're now, I certainly had enjoyed the outing in the park, just as something told me, she had too.  Something in her gait looks happier than before.  Or is it in her ears perk up, in the way the corners of her mouth had moved slightly upwards?  Or in the look in her eyes?  I see a smile on her face, or is it just the fatherly vanity, even if I turned her into a pet?



I take the long way back, enjoying the smooth tiles of the path I had chosen, allowing the slight breeze tease me as I continue on my way from the central pond with a fountain in the middle.  It's not my personal park, I just had it built for my community, in an effort to reassure their appreciation of the wealth I had amassed for them, as well as for myself.

The water quietly, slowly pouring down the side of the small equine statue the fountain originated from.  A statue carved out of precious stone, hard, adamant and glistering black, how appropriate?

I still sense the faintest of echoes as I continue along the path, the trees and bushes shadowing the sounds to ever quieter notions, soon to slip out of my mind.



Enjoying the tiles on the path, I imagine her feeling it similarly, yet much more intense.  I have no idea, I can't imagine how she experiences it, just because I have hooves, just like hers.  Hers had been pampered in the manner of a pet, thus much more sensitive, but I imagine it is not all, it is deeper than this, in part because she will never slip out of the stockings the way I could choose to, until I decide not to.  I still have the option.

Why I held back, imagining it was so good, is it sentimentality?  For Nostalgic reasons, or am I still fearing for the consequences?  There is always the reason, I can change them, but I had no intent to do it.

Thinking had made me miss the moment, and the time had passed, I'm no longer in the park, I'm walking home.