I had just had a quiet “Moving In Party” at my new apartment. Just a few close friends. I had had a larger party the day before in a special local, hired for the event. I had invited all my friends and family, but that was yesterday.
The last of my friends had just left me alone, about half an hour ago. I'm alone in the small apartment, but that is fine by me, I've had my fill of attention for the day.
I had demonstrated my new Neck-Lace for my friends. As I had expected, they all like it, but didn't make any real fuzz about it.
Now I sit down with a cup of tea, just winding down before I am to go to bed. This had been a few trying days for me.
I had demonstrated the new Neck-Lace for my friends, but I had not yet worn it. I guess I had saved it for later, for when I am alone with the fine gift and treasure. Later would be now.
I slowly rose to my feet, slipped off of the chair and walked over to the Neck-Lace. Once I had gotten the short distance I picked it up, holding it before me and once more eyeing it over. Not as if I had not seen it before or hoped to find as much as a single flaw in it now. I just eyed it over, before I was to finally putting it on.
Since the lock is up front, I can enjoy this moment in solitude. I kind of prefer to have this moment alone with the Neck-Lace, just as I would prefer to be alone with any new Jewellery I acquire. Well, at least this once and the moment I put it on. It feels too private to me to spoil it with a third person by my side. It isn't as if I need anyone to introduce me to the gem, now is it?
I had the left lock in place, since I only opened the right one. I feel the chain around my neck as I snap the lock on the chain onto the gem. I had pondered to stand before a mirror, but turned the idea down. I know how it looks, just as I knew how I look, I just superimpose one on the other, I know what it would look like. There is no need for a mirror for a second opinion, now is there?
The gem does feel slightly warmer than I had imagined it would, but not more than I could explain away with. For a split second, it felt as if the heart was beating, but it simply couldn't be, so I ignored the notion as crazy.
The little heart shaped Ruby had ended up exactly where I had intended for it to lay. I couldn't say I hadn't known it. The girl in the Boutique clearly knew what she was doing, she had given me the perfect opportunity, even if I had it as a gift, but I had chosen and picked it up.
I had picked it up, just as I had picked up the keys to my apartment and vehicle. It was a gift, but they are mine, a part of me.
I am grateful, but now I am tired and sleepy. I thus walk the short distance to my bed, where it lay waiting for me in my bed room. It was perfectly made, smooth sheets.
Slipping in under the soft silken fabric of the quilt is the apex or the moment. No cares in the world, just slipping down onto my bed. As my head finally rested firmly on the pillow, it was mere seconds before sleep claimed me and the day was at an end.
The next morning came much faster than I had expected. It had brought another unexpected gift to me as well. It isn't just that I wear the Neck-Lace, I still do wear it, just like the day before. Nothing had changed there, it is exactly what it was and where it was back then.
Something else had changed. That something is I. I am no longer the girl who had gone to bed the other day, all that late at night, feeling exhausted. I still carry all her memories, as clearly as I had yesterday, if not clearer.
Apparently, I had turned into a Pony during the night. An Equestrian Pony that is. She had told me the stone was a part of the Equestrian Collection, now it was plain why it had been called that, as strange as it had sounded the day before. Yet, today is a very different day. I'm also very different.
The change, changes had come overnight. I have no idea how long it took for me to change into the form of the Pony, maybe I didn't care. What difference could it possibly make to me or anyone, anypony else. I am a Pony, simple as that.
I am still who I had always been, my personality had not change. At least, it doesn't feel as if it had. Same goes for my vocabulary. Even if it feels as if I am correcting myself from time to time.
Then it hit me, not only do I have tail and mane, I have wings. Bat wings apparently, how ever this may work. It just had to, it is part of who and what I am. Both mane and tail are in the same style and a fairly light pinkish hue.
My hair was straight, thus my mane and tail still are. As a Pony, my bangs are clearly defined. Though I apparently have a small braid on each side, just hanging before the ear. The rest of the mane just flows down each side of my head and back behind my ears.
I had noticed my tail reached to just above the upper rim of the hooves. As vague as the border between the hoof and the leg may be. It is the way we Equestrian Ponies are.
Apparently my coat is a glistering black, kind of like the hide of a bat, I would say. Maybe that is fitting, I have no idea, but I don't mind. My eyes had also turned a light but distinct cerise with a slight hint of blue.
For now, my flanks remain blank as an unwritten page. I haven't discovered my talent and identity yet. Maybe I needed some kind of approval as well, I had no idea. It isn't as if my mind had been filling up with knowledge or memories. It would have changed me more than I figured the charm could permit or allow for.
The Neck-Lace and the Ruby is where I had placed them the other night, would have been strange to the point of being scary, had they not. The question would be, could I take it off and would I change back to the girl I had been, if I did it. Just as it had not change my memories or knowledge, it shouldn't change any of either now, if I could take it off and turn back. I just did not quite feel as if I was in the mood to try. I did not like to know and what if it meant I couldn't turn back into the Pony I am now.
What I wanted to know is if I could fly, for starters. I am a Pony, for Celestia's Sake. I am not pregnant, which probably would be a good thing right now. How would it affect a pregnancy. Would she be a foal right along with me, or would she stay a girl, even as I am a Pony. What kind of a Pony would she become, if I gave birth to her in the form of a Pony, or more exactly, this form.
I had become a Bat Pony. Why the Bat, and not the regular Pegasus? I could as well have become an Earth Pony or a Unicorn, couldn't I? I had chosen the gem, without knowing it is tied to the form of Pony I had now become. How could I have known, when I didn't even know that the Equestrian collection meant that I was to become a Pony for wearing my new Neck-Lace.
Right now, I guess my highest priority is food, as in breakfast. I haven't eaten anything since yesterday at the party. I could as well go investigate my options. I clearly need something to eat.
I made my way into the kitchen in a slow trot. Curious Pony noises following me discreetly with every step I take. Once I had gotten used to my new form, the sounds didn't really surprise me, even if I hear everything louder and more distinct than I ever could have before.
Once I entered my kitchen, I realised I couldn't really enjoy meat. Since I am a Pony, it simply isn't for me. Thankfully I have more than enough alternatives to start my day of with.
Had I been a girl eager to use perfume, the scent would have shocked and disturbed me greatly, considering how much more acute I pick up on scents as a Pony, than I ever could have done as the girl I was the day before. My own scent never had bothered me before, I'm quite comfortable with it now, why hide it away.
I had found Orange Juice, carrots, apples, bread and an assortment of vegetables intended for salads. All very fresh looking as I looked around. I pick up a bunch of carrots, a bottle of juice and some of the vegetables, neatly packaged and stored separately.
Once I had placed my find on the table, I picked up a glass, a small bowl, a plate and started to mix myself a salad, before pouring up juice in the glass.
For some reason, the carrots taste Uncharacteristically good. I managed to hold the glass between my forehooves. I ended up holding the carrots the same way. As strange as it may feel, but at least it works. Forks on the other hoof, feels out of the question. I am not that kind of a Pony, by the looks of it. I ended up just pushing my muzzle down into the salad and chewing, as embarrassing as it may be. I like salad, though.