I had never bothered to lock the door, why? I'm in Ponyville, there will never be a single pony entering my home without my explicit invitation. This much I knew with utter certainty. Not just because it had been stated in the show. There is the other memories, as if I had lived here for at least a year. I know most ponies here, not all, like Pinkie, but many.
I had never been the party pony she is, and I never will be. That's not my place, even if I could enjoy the occasional party? Just as I do enjoy the company of a few good friends.
Today, I had invited one such friend into my home since I met her at my breakfast at Pinkie Pie's, the Sugar-Cube Corner. Even if she isn't exactly owning the place, but she works there.
“Nice of you to come over!” I said, as I sat down on the sofa.
“Oh, no problems, Lemon. I'm just happy to see how you're doing, and how you live!” she responded.
“I could go with that, I guess. In part, because I feel the same way. It feels as if it had been since forever since I saw you, or you came over. On the other hoof, since I moved in here and you did not, I can understand why you couldn't see me!” I pointed out.
She had sat down beside me, then looked at the calendar with curious, large eyes, staring at the face of an Alicorn. The very same image she apparently had found as she woke up, before going to Pinkies place.
“You know, it was the first time I saw the image, earlier in the morning. Is that image actually of her in the flesh?” she asked.
“By the looks, yeah, it is. It isn't an illustration, even if I guess it could have been, but you don't mistake illustrations for photos here!” I stated, thoughtfully.
Then I noticed her casting a glance at my hooves, the fore hooves that is. I guess I had noticed her casting intermittent glances to them, since I met her. I just paid no heed to it. Maybe I should ignore it, but it was cute and endearing to me. I just couldn't put a hoof to exactly how or why?
Maybe it doesn't matter? I just feel and react the way I do. I guess it could be as simple as that. Then it hit me, she had her hands, as it were. I had never realised, or consider it at the time.
I wanted the full immersion. It is how I think it had been, though I guess the overlapping memories may have confused me? I had not considered if I could go back, just the one trip to enjoy the ride. I certainly do enjoy it here.
Then I felt a hand on my hoof, loser to her, but I just couldn't make myself protest. I didn't feel anything wrong in any way. It just felt normal to me.
Feeling her fingers slide over the rubbery surface of the surface of my hoof.
What came of as strange and unfamiliar, is how the smoothness of fingers on hoof feels. You may have expected the hoof less than sensitive, I guess I had to agree, until I was proven differently, by the experience I have now.
Maybe it isn't as sensitive as certain other parts, but certainly more than I had expected, even if I had compared with how my hands had felt, before I came here. I never was one of the insensitive girls in the first place. Maybe this is part of the shock?
Reading emotions on her face, almost as clear as if she spoke the words, but then I am the equine now, I'm a pony. Maybe I did not feel like going back?
There clearly is excitement in her features, and the smile slowly spreading on her face as her ears perked up, and her eyes widened. There is little to no smile, in the old fashion, the way I swear I had been looking for, when I last saw her.
Am I imagining her expression flicker slightly, as I look at her from the side? I wanted to look into her eyes, but held back. It isn't the time. Not right now. Later, maybe later. Yes, later, definitely.
I wanted to say I was confused, but I knew better. I know what I feel, just as I clearly could see what she feels right now. For some reason, I am quite sure, she knows what I felt as well. She could see, just what I could see in her. I did not hold back on this level, it simply isn't in me. Not openly demonstrate my feeling now, would be just as bad as laying. From my situation, since I'm fully equine, even if I could walk upright, just like you do.