I had woken up on the bed, and it is clearly late. Silver had come to me and offered me a bliss, even if she had never used the words, but it is what she gave me.

That was weeks ago. I still do recall the moments, the feelings. Her licking my most private and sensitive parts.

My muzzle still do feel unexplainably elastic, as is my lips, but even more so and more sensitive than I could have remembered.

My nibbles still as large as they had been as she was teasing me, just as they're feeling like rubber, just like then. I couldn't explain it to anypony.

Then there's the changes to my mound and orchid, the rubbery texture, as well as the now overly sensitive orchid? I swear by Celestia, I'm always feeling wet.

Now, I can also feel the uncharacteristic rubbery texture over the crack, back between my hind legs?

I don't complain, my hooves looks great, glistering as if I had been at the SPA the other day. They're elastic in a curious rubbery way? Slippery, but still giving me the traction to walk. There is the one detail, she apparently gave me long nails, as if I had used extensions, but I know they are mine. They're shiny, glistering, as if polished the other day, as well. Is it part of the changes?

Ofhorse, Dinkie came back, just a week after Silver came, but by then I was up to my usual strength. Just happy and playful, the way she remembered me.

Silver was incidentally out shopping as Dinky came back. On the other rubbery hoof, that was two months ago, or wasn't it? Then there is the one detail, it had left me curious.

I had gone to Zecora, this was a week ago, she had been her usual cryptic self, just like always. She had told me the secret, the one I could not have guessed, which is why I went there I the first place. Apparently I'm pregnant? By the timing, it would coincide with the day Silver came over. Even if it sounded impossible, but if Zecora said it, who am I to question or doubt her?

As I walked back, I had met Dinkie with Pinkie Pie in tow, for Celestia know what reason? Or it is what I thought, till I saw her face clearly.

“Congratulations!” she squealed happily, before I opened my mouth.

“If that's what she's talking about, Dinkie, you're going to have a sibling in nine months, at this time!” I explained to the dumbfounded daughter as she just stared at me and Pinkie Pie.

“A Party is in order!” Pinkie concluded, incapable to hide her feelings, but she never could hide her happiness, in the face of a promise to hold a party.

I guess that's out Pinkie Pie, and I wouldn't change her any day.

Author's Note

If there is any editing left, feel free to let me know.

The story is completed, not finished,
on the one hoof, I'm working on a sequel to this, (The Happy Little Changeling)
on the other hoof, I am leaving room for future editing both on account of typose, and other adjustments.