A Muzzling Good Night

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I had just woken up. Something is strangely off, but I couldn't make myself regret it. I feel a strange warmth. It had basically swallowed me. What ever had happened the last night?

There are the unacustomed flashes of recolections, from the day before. I had been standing upside down, stuck to the celing? I guess it is possible, just another reandom situation I find myself in, after all. I had trotted down to the floor, but that's not what I had found strange. I still feel the warmth. She had infused me with a special feeling, the day before, and yet, it is still lingering, as if she had still been doing, what she had done?

If it had been the magic of Twilight, I could have had a grasp, that could work, if she had placed a spell on me, making the warmth linger? Just that this, it just feels forain, yet pleasurable.

As a Mare, I'm not forain to pleasing myself, or to play with others. I have enjoyed it on occasion, but then, there should have been a climax, but there is no such here. As if it is something that isn't normal, natural, to the place, where I am now? Just as unatural as magic?

Neither of the girls, or are they just a new strange breed of ponies, thus be considered mares or fillies? It was confusing me. Maybe it would have helped, had I seen more of their kind? Knowing the films can never be representative, from all I could see.

Maybe I could get used to living here, all the attention, and how happy I semingly had made them? They seems to enjoy me, my presense. Both as the physical poni, and the film we had seen, even if it is the film I may have been from, in thir perspective, which is a queasy feeling.

I had noticed, the two girls had a love for films. They had managed to gather a sizable collection. Among them, the film “Equestria Girls”, which is the film they had been watching, when I bumped into their home. I guess it was at the time I was examining the mirror? I had placed my hoof on the mirror. Only I had apparently not been pulled back?

Considering I'm still here. I had recogniced myself in the role in the film, she had been playing it quite well, I am impressed, I was to point out. Only she seems to be a few inches shorter then I am, maybe due to the boots I had been convinced into trying on?

I had noticed, the 'Jewlery' they were wearing, the cerise head dresses, as I guess they are refered to? Apparently, they still did wear them. Proud they could have a head dress actually fitting them? Or just enjoying the feel of them?

Then I had managed to see the calendar, while breakfast was prepared. They had something called 'Helloween', something akin to the 'Nightmare Night', by the looks of it. Though I may be mistaken? There are numerous traditions like it.

“Helloween” was how it is pronounced here. In Eqquestria, we called it “Nightmare Night”.