”You are going to Canterlot, tomorrow!” Pinkie Pie explains.

“Canterlot?” I inquire.

“Exactly, Rutile; but I am afraid you need to change for the trip!” Pinkie Pie explains.

“The trip?” I inquire.

“You will go there, by train; I am afraid you will have to go as the pet they see!” Pinkie Pie responds.

”I am going to Canterlot, by train! As a pet?” I inquire.

“Rarity has already crafted your traveling ensemble, of course! Twilight enchanted it for you, as well. The cage will be carried onto the train, with you inside; before you will be carried to the opera, where you are expected to perform!” Pinkie Pie points out.

“At least, you take the time to explain it; as opposed to how the griffons used to treat us girls!” I point out, in response.

“Of course, I do; how could I neglect, letting you know!” she points out.

“Guess that is, why I am so eager to be on your train; even if I have to go to Canterlot, as a mere pet!” I offer.

The sun is setting as we speak, and I am tired as my eyes slowly start to close on their own. I blink, several times, in an effort to stay alert, for Pinkie Pie to explain the situation for me.

“I will pick you up tomorrow, the train is departing early, for you to be able to perform for all the ponies!” Pinkie Pie adds.

“At least, it is not a night train!” I ponder; as I see Pinkie Pie leaves the room, closing the door behind herself.

Once Pinkie Pie had left my room, I walk over to the wardrobe and open the door; looking into the currently empty void, pondering what she had in mind for me.

“I will be dancing for ponies, tomorrow; if it is in Canterlot, will the Princesses like Celestia and Luna be watching me!” I think.

I find myself having conflicting emotions about the entire adventure before me; while I love dancing and am looking forwards to the adventure and the new and large stage, do I really care for any of the ponies of Canterlot and greater importance.

“How many of these ponies has Pinkie Pie even met; let alone love and care about?” I ponder.

While I consider my situation and explore the corresponding emotions and feelings; I slip of my gloves and hang them up in the wardrobe, slip of my stockings and hang them up.

I slip down my skirt and hang it up, pull my top up and hang that up; before I slip my panties of and finally do hang them up before I close the door to the wardrobe and walk over to my still cold and empty bed.

I fold up the quilt towards the wall and sit down onto the bed, before I slip my feet in under the quilt; lying down and lay my head onto the pillow. Now I relax and close my eyes as I fold the quilt back over myself. A moment later, I am drifting of towards sleep; undisturbed and stay asleep the entire night, only to wake up rested as Celestia is raising the sun on a bright new day.

While my sleep had been undisturbed and restful; I had been dreaming of the stages in many faraway places, like Canterlot, Manehattan, Maretropolis, Fillitropolis and even Whinnieappolis. Every city large enough, for Pinkie Pie to set up a stage on which I could dance for exci6ted, bewildered crowds of ponies in the audience. Ponies, ponies and yet more ponies; yet, there is no griffon, zebra, buffalo or yak among the heads in the audience. Not even a dragon or changelings. While I guess I still am happy, not to see a griffon in the crowd.

As I had woken up, I fold up the quilt to the wall and slip my naked feet out into the fresh morning air. I sit up and set my feet down onto the floor; before I finally do raise to my feet, turn around and fold the quilt back.

Once I had made my bed, I turn around and walk to the wardrobe; open the door, inspecting what I am supposed to wear under the transport.

“A body, stockings, gloves?” I exclaim, to myself; “But, of course the entire ensemble is pink, just like Pinkie Pie herself!” I add.

“I really do hope; they have a proper changing room, at the Operal hall, where I am to perform; I will require the privacy and seclusion, for when I change into my dance uniform!” I ponder, knowing there is little to nothing I could do, if they did not have what I need.

“Then again; I can but trust in Pinkie Pie, to provide me with what I will need!” I consider.

Of course it is Pinkie Pie's responsibility; to provide me, with everything I need in order to perform for her. I belong to her; it is in her best interest, to help me perform my best in her name.

“A zipper in the back; only a unicorn, or a human could possibly handle that!” I ponder.

I open the suit by sliding the zipper all the way down the back; before I hold it up before me and step right into it right and left and slip my hands in. Once I slip my arms in, I make the suit slip into place; before I zit the suit up tight.

“There; that was quite easy, easier than I had been expected!” I realize.

“Good thing; I am already wearing her collar, so she could not be made to put on any other collar around my neck!” I exclaim, quietly.

As I had put the suit on, I slip on the stockings and gloves, right and left respectively; giving each a few tentative tugs in order to assure myself they are on properly and fit me just right. I could make myself, doing nothing less; in the name of my Idol and patron owner Pinkie Pie.

I could not even start to grasp, just how much I am owing her; as I live in this world, under the rule of ponies.

Just as I had ascertained myself the entire ensemble is on just right; I feel a strange sensation, an instant before the cage is appearing in the room.

As I turn around, I see the cage intended for my transport; the floor is shimmering in pink, just as my stage. The floor had been coated with locally produced, pink latex rubber.

“I know it is impossible to mistake this cage, for belonging to any but Pinkie Pie herself!” I ponder.

Should I eat now, during or after the trip to Canterlot? If I eat now, before the trip; it means that I had to get up much earlier, than I would have, if I was to eat later. If I eat during the trip; I risk being bothered by motion sickness and embarrassment. If I eat after the trip; I would need to take an earlier train, in order to have the time to eat before the performance. If I eat after the trip, I would also have a full stomach, when I am supposed to start my first performance.

“A full belly is not good for my performance!” I realize.

Cart or teleportation? Of course, if Twilight Sparckle could teleport me safely to the station; why could se not teleport me, directly to Canterlot, while she is at it. Now, that is giving a sign, of just how little I still know of unicorn magic and teleportation.

I move over to the cage and enter the fairly cramped space inside. I can't stand up, like when I dance; but, I can stand up in a quadruped stance, like a pony or a dog.

As I lie down, I feel the door close behind me; yet, it is not dark in the cage, due to a set of enchanted, glowing pink balloons moving about in the ceiling.

There is a discontinuity, from a short distance teleportation; the cage is resting safely and comfortably on the cart strapped behind Applejack. I feel the bumps of the road in the floor, under me. Applejack is doing a good speed, trotting from the cafe, over to the station.

There is a new discontinuity, as the cage is moving into the train, in the luggage and pet section. I could not blame Pinkie Pie, for this discomfort, she is merely following the rules and restrictions, in handling a pet like me.

Maybe, I should have been wearing a dog suit, and trotted by her side to the station; just as Winona would have been doing, with Applejack. Cracking wise is no good; it is not just too late for this now, I chose to walk like a human. Very much unlike most of my sisters.

On the other rubbery hoof, I am going to Canterlot; in order to perform, for the very important ponies. Maybe even Celestia and Luna would be there?

“Food does not care much for comfort, or discomfort!” I realize, as a bowl of salad appears before me.