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Of course, I had already drawn the Horse. I had enjoyed to be a full sized Horse, able to walk, or trot openly in the community.
However, I am feeling alone and lonely; I can't fit in her bed, so I can not climb up onto her bed and snuggle up to her. I want to share the time with my May. Now, all I need; is to be in the size, permitting me to share the bed with her.
I can ignore the relative size of the Horse; all I need to care about, is to fit comfortably in her bed. Safely.
Did I need to redraw anything, at all? I already have the Horse, I am; the Horse, I want to be. Yes, I know, I am a Horse here; even if I am a Pony, technically. It isn't about the size of my body, but all the internal differences between me, the body I had been born with; compared, with the Horses I could see in the pastures around here.
Horses are feral, Ponies are sentient; though there are numerous other differences, too; including the fact that I was born a Unicorn. They have neither Unicorns, nor Pegasi around here. Just as they have no Centaurs, of course. I had known it, all along.
I had found myself growing excited, as I was completing the drawing; and am quite giddy, as I am watching the rendering taking place. Now, I just had top wait for the process to run its course; a minute, and I will have my new Mecha.
Should I have been waiting, until May got back home? But I could not make myself wait, I just had to do this; surprising May, as the idea had hit me.
"Ping" is heard, as the rendering is complete.
She is standing on the top of her desk. But, of course she would. Only she had jumped down, onto the chair, so that she could stand face-to-face with me, opening her mouth to permit me to jump right in.
Once I had stepped into the mouth, of my Mecha; she is closing her mouth, thus teleporting me right in.
The next instant, I stand inside. I can feel her hooves, as she is standing on the plush padding on May's chair; as if it had been my hooves. I can see the room, as if through my very own eyes; just that I am a full two feet tall, as opposed to my original three inches. Or, the five foot, as the Horse.
Naturally, my horse is now standing in a corner of the room; resting and relaxing, as if she had been sleeping. So very horse like of her, but it is not as if I could blame her now. How could I?
My new Mecha is the same lavender purple hue as the Horse Mecha I had coloured to look like me. I had just fallen for the urge, polishing my hooves to a highly glossy sheen. As a pet, I am now just as quiet as a cat. Well, why not? I don't want to wake anyone up, in the middle of the night; more than I had wanted to draw attention to myself, with the noises my Equine hooves would make even in this light frame.
My mane and tail are the same deep purple; with the cerise and red streak, and why not? Just as my eyes will still be the same deep purple as they had always been.
As opposed to the little dog I may look like, I have no fur to shed and leave behind. However, my tongue is still just as wet, as the little Dog you may be taking me for.
Just as my first Mecha, this one had been fully charged; as the rendering had been finished. However, the batteries are smaller; but I doubt it should make a significant difference, as I predict it to use less energy than that full-size Horse.
"If I place a book on the desk, I could be reading it!" I ponder.
However, I could as easily make use of the head-set and read my digital copies. If I want to read, undisturbed; I should return to my home, though. I have a small room in my basement, where I could make certain, not to be disturbed or distracted.
As a Horse, or Pony; I can stand comfortably, resting or sleeping effortlessly. My Mecha is no different. Why should it be?
The room is unchanged, undisturbed; as if nothing had happened. My friends, inside; doing whatever they were doing, on their free time. Not to say, they are locked inside their homes; any and all of them could go out, as they please. Celestia knows that.
When I had entered the Mecha, it is decorated; like the cockpit of a fighter-jet, how else? However, I do have a secondary decoration firmly in place; ready to be brought forth, if and when I so desire.
As I stand still, hooves firmly in place; I am standing still, as I am reading the latest book on my list. I am just enjoying a good read, while I wait for May to come home. Since I love a good book, what could possibly have been a better use of my time? It is so relaxing, to me. Besides, I learn something new.
Naturally, I had left a kind of warning in the cloaking room; in the form of a collar and a leash. Not that I really need these, but if she is walking me outside; she is expected to use this, if she intends to pass me off as a Pet.
I had chosen three options for her, the traditional collar, the halter and the harness. I am not quite sure, which I would be preferring; I do not have to experience, to make up my mind. With this in mind, I leave this in the hands of May. I could always choose, not to feel the collar itself; and just experience the lead, provided by her if and when I require it.
As she is returning home, I sense her proximity, just as I can hear the sounds she is making. I am prepared, for her.
"Arf, arf!" I exclaim, letting her know how excited I am to know she is home.
While I speak her English fluently and competently enough, I had just chosen to play the part. Not that I look like any known breed of Dog or Hound; but I had chosen to play the part now.
Of course, the advantage of the act is; she is making haste, stepping into the room. She is surprised to see me, of course; I had expected nothing less.
If I still have my horn, there is no way I could pass for a Dog; but at least, I can still fit on her bed. Not that the Horn is the most outstanding detail, of my Equine origin; since I have a mane and a tail, as well. Why hide any of my Equine origin?
I hear the thuds of her feet hitting the floor as she is walking to the door. She stops, before opening the door; stepping in, before she is closing the door behind herself.
"Hi, May!" I exclaim.
"Hi, Twilight!" she responds, as she notices me standing in the middle of her room.
"Uhm, but why am I not surprised?" she inquires.
Had I been the dog, I would have been wagging my tail right now; as a Pony, my ears are perking up, focusing my attention squarely at her.
"You want to go out for a walk?" she inquires.
"Yes, please!" I respond, excitedly, as I keep her squarely in my focus.
I notice, how my excitement is infectious on her. She turns back to the door, opening it. I follow her, and kick the door closed with a quiet thud.
She walks out to the cloaking room, putting her shoes on; turning back to me, with excitement painted all over her face as she is grinning at me.
"While I know you are a Pony, trusting you will not trot off; I think it is for the best, if I put a collar on your neck!" she explains.
"Arf, arf.." I respond; "Yes, I guess that would be for the best, just to be sure!" I respond.
With that, she puts the collar around my neck, connecting the leash. Once she had finished, she is turning towards the door; opening it, and we step right out and she closes the door behind us.
I had integrated a set of soft shoes, to the form; I did not particularly want to scream out, 'I am a Horse' to everyone within earshot. However, I could not help, but hearing the soft squeaks of the shoes.
.
"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.