I, Knight Mare: under the Moonby PonyessChaptersA Prelude to Knight Mare: 1Introduction of her Tube: 2The Coming Months: 3Sisters Unite: 4 (4)A Prelude to Knight Mare: 1Author's Note Knight Mare's POV A Prelude to Knight Mare: 1 I had draped myself in the glistering black rubber, signifying the night. The name is Knight Mare. I do not enter the dreams of sleeping ponies, but visit the dreams of the day, yet at night. After arisen from the sleep, I have a steady breakfast, naturally. Every Pony should. Mine is a salad of my own making, it has no commonly known name. Why bother? It nourishes me. Once the vegetables had been consumed, I pull out my suit of night and black rubber, slipping into it, like any Pony would her dress in the morning. Only I do dress at night, as the moon is replacing the sun. You see Luna rising, and Celestia heading off to sleep. I guess you could call me a twilight Pony. I do not mind, it is just my place, my task. I bother not with anger or vengeance. Such is not my task or place. With the black rubber covering my entire form, from muzzle to hind hooves, I pick up the one final detail; the horn. Once I place it onto my head, I have the looks, the semblance of a stately Alicorn. It may be looking like a rouse, but I do have the power of both Pegasi flight, and the arcane magic of the Unicorn. My mark is that of a crescent moon, glistering, glittering in the light of the sun of the day. The difference is the highlight in dark black rubber. It also has the light electric blue halo about it, encircling it all the way, as if it was just about to eclipse a sun. Taking a quick flight to the next Pony, the mare haunted by the lack of sleep. One who is dreaming, yet fully awake. It is no true contradiction to me, even if one may have wished it had been. Insomnia is no laughing matter, after all. Magic permitting me to trot through the door as if it had never been there; giving the impression of a nightly dream, as opposed to the reality of the world of real Ponies. Quietly slipping into the room where the mare sit in her kitchen, worrying. It may not be the dream troubling her, but something clearly is on her mind. “Greetings, Mi’lady. I carry word of the night!” I interrupt her troubled thoughts. She threatened turns her head in search for a voice that could not have been there, only to find my glistering black form, standing before her. “Uh, who, who are.. ?” she then inquired in confusion. “I am the Knight Mare. The messenger of your night and dream!” I responded. I beam a reassuring smile towards her. Just standing still, waiting for her next reaction. “The Knight Mare? You have a message for me?” she responded, not quite sure how to pronounce the name, or how to react on my presence. “Yes, the Knight Mare. Your dream has a message for you, and I am here to deliver, Mi’lady!” I prompted quietly. “And the message could only be delivered at night, while I am fully awake? I am listening!” she responded, now standing before me at full attention. I had posed a large full-size mirror before her in order for her to see. Standing on her right side, she can see my black form, just two feet to the side. “The message reads as follows!” I stated, looking at her in order to ascertain that I truly had her undivided attention. “Yes?” she intoned in order to let on that she was listening, still looking forwards, seeing the two of us in the large mirror. My horn lit up, highlighting the deep right winded spiral. A fluorescent glow emanating from my horn, letting on that I was casting a spell. First things first, and the floor under our hooves turned a deep, glistering black, matching my form. Just as the change finished, my horn flickered, before the change continued, making my hooves fuse to the floor as she was clearly looking. “I know you are an Alicorn, but how are you doing that? It is my dream, alright. But still!” she pondered. I tentatively lift my right for hoof in order to make the point, showing it stretching just enough to make the effect obvious. She could see me in the mirror, but also in her peripheral vision. The message went through quite clearly. “Yes, it is magic!” I spoke. “You know my dream?” she inquired. “Yes, but of course!” I responded. “Then you do not mind, you approve of my dream?” she pushed on. “It is just a dream, dreams are not to be rejected or cause to scorn of either the Dream, or the Dreamer. Yes, I fully approve of it!” I explained. “Then, you are here to let me live out that dream?” she inquired in hope to exile the last of the fear, uncertainty and worries. “That is my purpose, it is who I am. I am the Knight of Dreams, the Mare realizing what you dare not put into motion in your wakened state of mind!” I pointed out. “I am blessed to know my dream in the flesh!” she exclaimed in hushed tones, in fear of others overhearing her. “It is in the Twilight, dream and reality becomes one. Here you can live out any and all your dreams, as if it was only too natural to do, what you are fantasizing!” I pointed out, producing a small red rubber tube, levitating it with the grasp of my magic. I may be the mare with her hooves fused to the floor, but I am also the one in control of the entire scene. I could as easily switch the places, thus fusing her hooves to the floor and release my very own. I have no fear, and nothing to fear. “Is that! Is that the tube I had been searching for, but never dared finding, claiming? The one I never used?” she inquired. “You do wish to be free not to consider how much you scream as you come and climax. This is the release of these fears!” I prompted. “Oh!” she merely exclaimed. “Since I can’t make you come from magical stimulation alone, I have prepared the next step. A tube that gives you the chance to feel what you are longing for!” I explained. This was the final stop, after which there is no return. I waited for her to clame what I knew she wanted, what she had been wishing and dreaming of for so many a year. Introduction of her Tube: 2Author's Note Mi'lady's POV Introduction of her Tube: 2 Once she had explained the situation to me, I reached out for that one tube that was intended to go into my mouth, in between my lips. The tube to mute me, once and for all; even if just for the duration of it being inserted into my mouth. I am not entirely sure exactly how far into my mouth I was to feel it, but I desire it intensely. I can not deny the desire I feel so deeply within my very sole and my heart. The feeling, the yearning is there, refusing to be denied. Now as I have it so close, within the reach of my very own hooves. “What you desire, Mi’lady. You shall have, as certain as I am standing beside you right now!” she put forth as she offered me the object of my desire, slowly slipping it closer and finally making it enter my mouth between my lips. “Of course, you can never speak a word in protest, if you are to change your mind. This is your last chance to change your mind!” she then continued. “I desire it!” I just whispered in confirmation, just an instant before I felt it slide into my mouth as it passed over my lips. What I had not realized, and what I had not been able to prepare for is the feelings, the feeling of it slipping into my mouth. She had coated it with a thick gel that made it slip in as of its own accord. There was no stopping it once the tip of the tube passed the rim of my lips. Only then came the next surprise as I feel my lips turn into the same rubber and the change flowing from my lips and into my mouth, some three inches down my throat. That certainly should make me incapable of speak as it muted my breath into quiet silence. Now I knew the next step as the second tube hit my orchid as it slipped in, entirely effortlessly. I could feel the tube slide in and change my orchid into an elastic rubber, coated in the slippery gel. I felt wet as if she had been teasing me. Now there is no denying or rejecting it. As the second tube had reached as far as intended, the third tube was brought into play and inserted from behind. The changes came slowly over me and is just as irrefutable and impossible to reject at this point. The next moment my hooves turned red and into rubber before silently and almost entirely unnoticed fusing to the floor. With that, she produced a plug out of highly polished stainless steel, slipping it into me from behind. I could feel myself contracting firmly, instinctively on contact with the tip of the plug, as large as it may be. Only then it slipped in without any effort, as if I could have tried to stop it. Only now I feel open and vulnerable with my rear end open quite wide, with no chance to reject the plug. Once I felt the plop, she gave it a tentative tug in order to make it obvious that it would not just slip out, on any less that that she opened me up enough to permit it to slip out. Of course this plug she just inserted is heavy. Only now I could see a clear Yello slide towards my mound, stopping mere inches from my new slippery rubbery flesh. The clear rubber toy only stopped to tease my mound for a moment, before sliding in, into my orchid. Feeling the slick, sleek, slippery rubber slide in and over the sensitized, now highly sensitive rubbery flesh is sending delightful shivers, spreading outwards from the origin of contact. Teasing me to sigh, moan and the point where I wanted to scream out in delight. Only to notice that there is not a sound coming over my lips. It is what I had asked for, what I had been dreaming of. Yet, there is something to it. Now there is a new sensation to it, just driving me on and farther than I had dared to dream. The Yello sliding, shivering and moving. I could clearly feel it, as acute as I could stand. I feel wet, dribbling and realized that I am coming. I feel it, I could not deny it. I am coming, over and over, hard and fast. Only, there was no climax in sight. Not as far as I could see. If it is the dream, or how she was interpreting it? Yet, she isn’t Luna, I soon realized it. Not that I will curse my woes. How long could she keep it up and keep me coming? How far could she push me? Yet, maybe I never really did want to know. Lips parted, lips open wide. When my lips parted I have no idea, maybe as soon as a minute after she touched me. Quiet, silent. Internally screaming, reveling in the dream granted me. Just as certainly as I was coming, I am bound to come down and climax. Once it happened, I splashed hard, as if I had fallen to the ground. The reaction hard, violent, yet expected and awaited. I was enjoying even this. I can’t complain. Only now, she had another tease up her sleeve. Was it the feeling of physically being trapped or the way I could not make a noise to the effect of expressing myself? Or, is it in how she teased me to yet new heights of pleasure? It couldn’t be in her presence, or in the application of her glistering, wet looking shiny and highly elastic rubber and the gel with which it had been prepared? I had found myself panting through open mouth. Mere nostrils were nothing to the need of air and the oxygen it is containing. Not that these tiny details are on the top of my mind now, more than they ever were. What’s with the sadistic smile as she was teasing me, observing as I came and climaxed? Should I mind her taking pleasure from my joy and elation? I am not the mare minding others. I just enjoy what I am given and smile. The plug had left my rear entrance, just as the object in my mouth. She jubilantly left the tube where she pushed it in. Just slipping the tube out of my orchid and my rear. With that, the effect of her visit is soon to fade, even if I am sure it will cling as a memory, sticking to me as if glued onto my skin. I feel as if teased, still the trickle of juices covering my orchid. The excitement had clearly hit home and touched the flesh of my orchid just as deeply as it had touched the core of my being. The dream had not been in my imagination, it had been true all along. What is surprising me is how the colour of my hooves never changed back to normal, even when they reverted to their normal, natural state and resting on the floor. I could see the red tube slide out of my mouth, just before she had trotted out of the room. Naturally, her hooves are not fused to the floor, my floor at this point. Yet, she is covered in the same black rubber and the mark is still unchanged. There is no sign of her, her ever being here. I have but my memories of the moment she had been with me. I have nothing to show for what she gave me. Maybe I never did need it, maybe I did not really care? I have what I had asked for, a dream fulfilled. She confirmed it graciously. Is there anything more to ask for? Then I hear the bed call out my name and I soon found myself under my quilt, spent and exhausted. Maybe tomorrow, I will think of this as just that, the dream. The Coming Months: 3I had woken up the following morning, maybe not quite as early as I commonly woke up, or quite as jolly or well rested, but I did wake up. Lingering memories, recollections as if out of a dream. There is no sign of the tube in my mouth, more than there is in my orchid or in the rear. My rump is as tight and plump as I remember it to me, why shouldn’t it? I have no residue of rubber or gel anywhere in or on my body. Not a trace, why should there be? It is a dream and that is the end of it. Isn’t it? Of course it was a dream, after a fashion. There is no sign of it in my home or on my body, none I could detect. None that even the finest detective would ever find. Then some minor details changed. My belly is growing, but with no sign as to why. At first it is so little and slow I did not realize or recognize the signs. How could I? Of course, the days, weeks and months passes, scurrying by in a blur. Nothing special. Should there be? I guess it is just life. Just that one day, maybe five or six months later, I found myself pregnant. How or why is a mystery. I guess I let go and permitted it to slide. Just counting the days. The day came and the delivery went well. I guess I shouldn’t complain? I came down with a foal, a filly. From what I could see, she is normal and healthy. No complaints there. She was up and about on her hooves within the stipulated hour, just as expected. Just as she was eager to find a spot, to find the nibble. She found it, just where she had expected too. This pleases me no end. Only then, there is a strange sensation to her lips as she is at the nibble. I know she enjoy being there, having her little meals. I can’t deny her. Now, how could I? Looking closer, her lips had a strange red hue to it, one you never expected on a filly’s lips, yet one you had to see in certain other cases. Soft and elastic, slippery and smooth. Almost like rubber, one may say. Yet, each time I had her feeding, she reawaken a long since forgotten dream and the pleasures it gave me. When excited, I still do feel wet, only now I do feel something more and something different. If it is a remainder and resemblance of what I felt; that one night of the visit? I don’t mind to be reminded. I feel the tightness, the slippery smoothness and know with utter certainty that I am wet. Upon contact, I instinctively contract instantly, yet am entirely incapable of preventing the entry, just as I am unable to reject it. Maybe I did never want to in the first place, but still. The same effects had hit my rear end. Between the plump, firm cheeks of my rump, just under my tail. Am I not permitted to enjoy the entry, the way you expect a mare to? Silent, quietly taking the joy given. Am I still incapable of making the noises I had wished not to spread in embarrassment? I still failed, as much as I may have tried, regardless of wishes and desires at the time. Only the sensations are just as acute as they were, when she was teasing me, pleasing me, making me peak and climax, just before I could have collapsed onto the floor, if my legs would have permitted me to fall; that is. Of course, she is the Knight Mare, not a nightmare. Maybe I had been lucky and blessed, or maybe it is a curse, more insidious than any other curses? Either way, she gave me exactly what I had been dreaming of, and what my heart had been yearning for. Now it is all mine. I can never escape this one gift from one mare, to another. The one odd and strange thing, I am always excited when my daughter is near, particularly when she is by one of my nibbles, and is sucking. I like to see her drink her fill, to grow up and be a mare, just like myself. And why not? Am I not permitted to have the dream for my little filly? Naturally I had examined her, just after birth. Her nibbles are a light, but bright pink with a faint hue and scent of my rubber. Strangely, as does her orchid and rear entrance. Am I to pity the rare occurrence, or take it as a blessing? On close inspection, her lips are smooth as my rubber, but a much lighter red on the average day, even if they do brighten on excitement. I have also managed to notice that she is constantly wet as if highly excited, but the question is what is exciting her. Even if she may just be a little filly, and my filly. She is as lively and excitable as a little filly should be, I am both proud and thankful of this. I see her prancing and galloping around on the back of my home. She isn’t too interested in other foals just yet, knowing that is a matter of time. In a few years, she will want to have a filly or two to play around with, could I blame her? It is how a filly is supposed to be. At least it is what I have learned from my own experience. I love every instant she is with me and by my side. I particularly look forwards to the moment she is by the nibble. It is the fondest of moments of my day, such as my days are. I treasure and cherish each and every moment I am permitted to be with her. Only these few and short weeks are prancing by, I can’t stop them or even slow them in the least. Maybe I shouldn’t even try? I just make the most of the time I have. Sisters Unite: 4 (4)Author's Note High Gloss' POV Sisters Unite: 4 (4) I had lived in the shelter of my mother’s cottage, with the lovely soft green grasses to prance and gallop on. It had been such a sweet time, yet the sweet time had to end. I grew up and she had to take up the burden of being a mare, on top of motherhood. I had known she was loving every instant of it, maybe this is merely in the bond of Mother and Daughter? I have no idea, I am but the filly, growing up by the side of her loving mother. My bright mane had always been hiding the little horn in my forehead, and with that it had been as if it never had been there. Of course my hooves had always been a shade glossier than common standard and expectation. Had my coat not been just as shimmering, I guess it had been more noticeable. Only the more noticeable details are my tiny nibbles and orchid; if not for a coat of fur and a tightness. Yet; my name is derived from my affinity for brighten up, and make shiny. The raindrops glittering and shimmering in my fur as I got in from the rain; my bright eyes and how I had always brought a smile on the lips of my mother, who obviously loves me dearly. Not that I was the one to blame her for that, now, was I? Only today; I found a new filly living in the cottage right behind ours, on the street next to the one we live on. I may have seen her before, but I had been looking away and not cared for the world at the time. Such is the mind of a young filly, before she realized that there actually is a world out there. It is a part of growing up and maturing. Apparently, she has this bright pink hue to her. Yet; her eyes are emerald green with a hint of the Dragons eyes, only tilted to the side. What brought my attention to her, is the most curious of squeaking little noises. She apparently makes them as her hooves hit the ground; particularly on harder surfaces. Maybe that is why I failed to notice it until now? Once I finally did get close to the filly, I noticed her shiny hooves. These are the reasons for the little noises I had heard before, even if I had reflected on them first now. I had never been looking as far as to the next garden over for anything. I may have paid attention to every little noise; but unless it presented a threat, I dropped it as just a curious noise. Why bother? Looking closer, she has a strange and curious little prance to her step as she moves around in her garden. Only now; she had apparently trotted over to the edge of their garden and just stood by border, looking at me; as if she was looking for something. “Hiya, I am filly Easy Prance!” she presented herself. “Hiya, Easy. I am filly High Gloss!” I responded. “I love the gloss to your coat, Glossy!” she continued. “Thanks, Easy; I do enjoy the little noises in your bouncy gait too!” I admitted freely. “Thanks, Glossy; though I couldn’t change it, if I had tried!” she responded, placing a hoof on my muzzle for but a short moment; only to see the effect spreading out over my very own coat. “Uh, how did you do that?” I inquired as I noticed the glossy effect spreading out over my coat as she touched me. “I don’t know, I guess it is kind of like when a Pegasus is trotting around on her cloud. On that note; the fact that you admitted to admire the glow of my coat, It clicked and just felt like the right thing to do for you!” she committed readily. “It is adorable enough, I just hope mom doesn’t make a mess out of it when I get back inside!” I prompted, with a weary look towards my home and knowing she was going to be waiting for me, from in there. “A glossy coat is known to represent a good health, at least it is what I had been told. We always fear how our parents will react, before they tell us what they think; depending on whether it was good or bad. This is my talent, and I love sharing it with you as a friend!” she put forth. “Oh yeah, I have heard that too. Parents are supposed to be mysterious, you never know in which direction they will move their hooves until you feel the weight on your tail. Oh well, I like how it looks, so I guess I can as well take the impending punishment in the stride, if it is forthcoming?” I pondered thoughtfully. “If you enjoy the cookie, it is more worth the bit you paid Pinkie Pie for it, than if it is just a sour and sticky mess you picked up!” she pointed out. “I love paying a bit for a cookie, if I am at the Sugar-Cube Corner, when she is at the counter; just to see her smiling at me!” I declared. “You feel like a sister to me!” she pointed out. “The more you are with me, the more I feel the same!” I responded. “It isn’t just in your enjoyment of my shiny coat and your joy in sharing it; even if it helps. I guess the bounce in your step and the delightful, little noises that comes with it is helping; but it is you who make me feel the strength of our sisterhood!” she declared proudly. “It isn’t as if I could leave these aspects of myself behind, more than I can react differently on your shiny coat!” I pointed out, tentatively placing my right forehoof on her shoulder. “I have always wished for a sister, I just never knew it. I was just prancing around in my own garden content with what I had, until now; that it!” she responded. “I love picking the cookie, and I don’t care if she will be mad at me for it!” I pointed out as I noticed the effect touching her with my hoof had on me. The hoof slowly grew shiny, as if it had turned into rubber, and then been polished with the glossiest, glistering lacquer and polish there ever were. “That never happened to any Pony before. I guess you truly are my sister now!” she pointed out, giggling delightfully. “No?” I responded, excitedly bouncing up and down, only to find my formerly little squeaks louder and noisier than they had ever been. “Since you are not freaking out, I can only take it as if you like what you see!” she pondered as she saw me all bouncy and giddy.
A Prelude to Knight Mare: 1Author's Note Knight Mare's POV A Prelude to Knight Mare: 1 I had draped myself in the glistering black rubber, signifying the night. The name is Knight Mare. I do not enter the dreams of sleeping ponies, but visit the dreams of the day, yet at night. After arisen from the sleep, I have a steady breakfast, naturally. Every Pony should. Mine is a salad of my own making, it has no commonly known name. Why bother? It nourishes me. Once the vegetables had been consumed, I pull out my suit of night and black rubber, slipping into it, like any Pony would her dress in the morning. Only I do dress at night, as the moon is replacing the sun. You see Luna rising, and Celestia heading off to sleep. I guess you could call me a twilight Pony. I do not mind, it is just my place, my task. I bother not with anger or vengeance. Such is not my task or place. With the black rubber covering my entire form, from muzzle to hind hooves, I pick up the one final detail; the horn. Once I place it onto my head, I have the looks, the semblance of a stately Alicorn. It may be looking like a rouse, but I do have the power of both Pegasi flight, and the arcane magic of the Unicorn. My mark is that of a crescent moon, glistering, glittering in the light of the sun of the day. The difference is the highlight in dark black rubber. It also has the light electric blue halo about it, encircling it all the way, as if it was just about to eclipse a sun. Taking a quick flight to the next Pony, the mare haunted by the lack of sleep. One who is dreaming, yet fully awake. It is no true contradiction to me, even if one may have wished it had been. Insomnia is no laughing matter, after all. Magic permitting me to trot through the door as if it had never been there; giving the impression of a nightly dream, as opposed to the reality of the world of real Ponies. Quietly slipping into the room where the mare sit in her kitchen, worrying. It may not be the dream troubling her, but something clearly is on her mind. “Greetings, Mi’lady. I carry word of the night!” I interrupt her troubled thoughts. She threatened turns her head in search for a voice that could not have been there, only to find my glistering black form, standing before her. “Uh, who, who are.. ?” she then inquired in confusion. “I am the Knight Mare. The messenger of your night and dream!” I responded. I beam a reassuring smile towards her. Just standing still, waiting for her next reaction. “The Knight Mare? You have a message for me?” she responded, not quite sure how to pronounce the name, or how to react on my presence. “Yes, the Knight Mare. Your dream has a message for you, and I am here to deliver, Mi’lady!” I prompted quietly. “And the message could only be delivered at night, while I am fully awake? I am listening!” she responded, now standing before me at full attention. I had posed a large full-size mirror before her in order for her to see. Standing on her right side, she can see my black form, just two feet to the side. “The message reads as follows!” I stated, looking at her in order to ascertain that I truly had her undivided attention. “Yes?” she intoned in order to let on that she was listening, still looking forwards, seeing the two of us in the large mirror. My horn lit up, highlighting the deep right winded spiral. A fluorescent glow emanating from my horn, letting on that I was casting a spell. First things first, and the floor under our hooves turned a deep, glistering black, matching my form. Just as the change finished, my horn flickered, before the change continued, making my hooves fuse to the floor as she was clearly looking. “I know you are an Alicorn, but how are you doing that? It is my dream, alright. But still!” she pondered. I tentatively lift my right for hoof in order to make the point, showing it stretching just enough to make the effect obvious. She could see me in the mirror, but also in her peripheral vision. The message went through quite clearly. “Yes, it is magic!” I spoke. “You know my dream?” she inquired. “Yes, but of course!” I responded. “Then you do not mind, you approve of my dream?” she pushed on. “It is just a dream, dreams are not to be rejected or cause to scorn of either the Dream, or the Dreamer. Yes, I fully approve of it!” I explained. “Then, you are here to let me live out that dream?” she inquired in hope to exile the last of the fear, uncertainty and worries. “That is my purpose, it is who I am. I am the Knight of Dreams, the Mare realizing what you dare not put into motion in your wakened state of mind!” I pointed out. “I am blessed to know my dream in the flesh!” she exclaimed in hushed tones, in fear of others overhearing her. “It is in the Twilight, dream and reality becomes one. Here you can live out any and all your dreams, as if it was only too natural to do, what you are fantasizing!” I pointed out, producing a small red rubber tube, levitating it with the grasp of my magic. I may be the mare with her hooves fused to the floor, but I am also the one in control of the entire scene. I could as easily switch the places, thus fusing her hooves to the floor and release my very own. I have no fear, and nothing to fear. “Is that! Is that the tube I had been searching for, but never dared finding, claiming? The one I never used?” she inquired. “You do wish to be free not to consider how much you scream as you come and climax. This is the release of these fears!” I prompted. “Oh!” she merely exclaimed. “Since I can’t make you come from magical stimulation alone, I have prepared the next step. A tube that gives you the chance to feel what you are longing for!” I explained. This was the final stop, after which there is no return. I waited for her to clame what I knew she wanted, what she had been wishing and dreaming of for so many a year.
Introduction of her Tube: 2Author's Note Mi'lady's POV Introduction of her Tube: 2 Once she had explained the situation to me, I reached out for that one tube that was intended to go into my mouth, in between my lips. The tube to mute me, once and for all; even if just for the duration of it being inserted into my mouth. I am not entirely sure exactly how far into my mouth I was to feel it, but I desire it intensely. I can not deny the desire I feel so deeply within my very sole and my heart. The feeling, the yearning is there, refusing to be denied. Now as I have it so close, within the reach of my very own hooves. “What you desire, Mi’lady. You shall have, as certain as I am standing beside you right now!” she put forth as she offered me the object of my desire, slowly slipping it closer and finally making it enter my mouth between my lips. “Of course, you can never speak a word in protest, if you are to change your mind. This is your last chance to change your mind!” she then continued. “I desire it!” I just whispered in confirmation, just an instant before I felt it slide into my mouth as it passed over my lips. What I had not realized, and what I had not been able to prepare for is the feelings, the feeling of it slipping into my mouth. She had coated it with a thick gel that made it slip in as of its own accord. There was no stopping it once the tip of the tube passed the rim of my lips. Only then came the next surprise as I feel my lips turn into the same rubber and the change flowing from my lips and into my mouth, some three inches down my throat. That certainly should make me incapable of speak as it muted my breath into quiet silence. Now I knew the next step as the second tube hit my orchid as it slipped in, entirely effortlessly. I could feel the tube slide in and change my orchid into an elastic rubber, coated in the slippery gel. I felt wet as if she had been teasing me. Now there is no denying or rejecting it. As the second tube had reached as far as intended, the third tube was brought into play and inserted from behind. The changes came slowly over me and is just as irrefutable and impossible to reject at this point. The next moment my hooves turned red and into rubber before silently and almost entirely unnoticed fusing to the floor. With that, she produced a plug out of highly polished stainless steel, slipping it into me from behind. I could feel myself contracting firmly, instinctively on contact with the tip of the plug, as large as it may be. Only then it slipped in without any effort, as if I could have tried to stop it. Only now I feel open and vulnerable with my rear end open quite wide, with no chance to reject the plug. Once I felt the plop, she gave it a tentative tug in order to make it obvious that it would not just slip out, on any less that that she opened me up enough to permit it to slip out. Of course this plug she just inserted is heavy. Only now I could see a clear Yello slide towards my mound, stopping mere inches from my new slippery rubbery flesh. The clear rubber toy only stopped to tease my mound for a moment, before sliding in, into my orchid. Feeling the slick, sleek, slippery rubber slide in and over the sensitized, now highly sensitive rubbery flesh is sending delightful shivers, spreading outwards from the origin of contact. Teasing me to sigh, moan and the point where I wanted to scream out in delight. Only to notice that there is not a sound coming over my lips. It is what I had asked for, what I had been dreaming of. Yet, there is something to it. Now there is a new sensation to it, just driving me on and farther than I had dared to dream. The Yello sliding, shivering and moving. I could clearly feel it, as acute as I could stand. I feel wet, dribbling and realized that I am coming. I feel it, I could not deny it. I am coming, over and over, hard and fast. Only, there was no climax in sight. Not as far as I could see. If it is the dream, or how she was interpreting it? Yet, she isn’t Luna, I soon realized it. Not that I will curse my woes. How long could she keep it up and keep me coming? How far could she push me? Yet, maybe I never really did want to know. Lips parted, lips open wide. When my lips parted I have no idea, maybe as soon as a minute after she touched me. Quiet, silent. Internally screaming, reveling in the dream granted me. Just as certainly as I was coming, I am bound to come down and climax. Once it happened, I splashed hard, as if I had fallen to the ground. The reaction hard, violent, yet expected and awaited. I was enjoying even this. I can’t complain. Only now, she had another tease up her sleeve. Was it the feeling of physically being trapped or the way I could not make a noise to the effect of expressing myself? Or, is it in how she teased me to yet new heights of pleasure? It couldn’t be in her presence, or in the application of her glistering, wet looking shiny and highly elastic rubber and the gel with which it had been prepared? I had found myself panting through open mouth. Mere nostrils were nothing to the need of air and the oxygen it is containing. Not that these tiny details are on the top of my mind now, more than they ever were. What’s with the sadistic smile as she was teasing me, observing as I came and climaxed? Should I mind her taking pleasure from my joy and elation? I am not the mare minding others. I just enjoy what I am given and smile. The plug had left my rear entrance, just as the object in my mouth. She jubilantly left the tube where she pushed it in. Just slipping the tube out of my orchid and my rear. With that, the effect of her visit is soon to fade, even if I am sure it will cling as a memory, sticking to me as if glued onto my skin. I feel as if teased, still the trickle of juices covering my orchid. The excitement had clearly hit home and touched the flesh of my orchid just as deeply as it had touched the core of my being. The dream had not been in my imagination, it had been true all along. What is surprising me is how the colour of my hooves never changed back to normal, even when they reverted to their normal, natural state and resting on the floor. I could see the red tube slide out of my mouth, just before she had trotted out of the room. Naturally, her hooves are not fused to the floor, my floor at this point. Yet, she is covered in the same black rubber and the mark is still unchanged. There is no sign of her, her ever being here. I have but my memories of the moment she had been with me. I have nothing to show for what she gave me. Maybe I never did need it, maybe I did not really care? I have what I had asked for, a dream fulfilled. She confirmed it graciously. Is there anything more to ask for? Then I hear the bed call out my name and I soon found myself under my quilt, spent and exhausted. Maybe tomorrow, I will think of this as just that, the dream.
The Coming Months: 3I had woken up the following morning, maybe not quite as early as I commonly woke up, or quite as jolly or well rested, but I did wake up. Lingering memories, recollections as if out of a dream. There is no sign of the tube in my mouth, more than there is in my orchid or in the rear. My rump is as tight and plump as I remember it to me, why shouldn’t it? I have no residue of rubber or gel anywhere in or on my body. Not a trace, why should there be? It is a dream and that is the end of it. Isn’t it? Of course it was a dream, after a fashion. There is no sign of it in my home or on my body, none I could detect. None that even the finest detective would ever find. Then some minor details changed. My belly is growing, but with no sign as to why. At first it is so little and slow I did not realize or recognize the signs. How could I? Of course, the days, weeks and months passes, scurrying by in a blur. Nothing special. Should there be? I guess it is just life. Just that one day, maybe five or six months later, I found myself pregnant. How or why is a mystery. I guess I let go and permitted it to slide. Just counting the days. The day came and the delivery went well. I guess I shouldn’t complain? I came down with a foal, a filly. From what I could see, she is normal and healthy. No complaints there. She was up and about on her hooves within the stipulated hour, just as expected. Just as she was eager to find a spot, to find the nibble. She found it, just where she had expected too. This pleases me no end. Only then, there is a strange sensation to her lips as she is at the nibble. I know she enjoy being there, having her little meals. I can’t deny her. Now, how could I? Looking closer, her lips had a strange red hue to it, one you never expected on a filly’s lips, yet one you had to see in certain other cases. Soft and elastic, slippery and smooth. Almost like rubber, one may say. Yet, each time I had her feeding, she reawaken a long since forgotten dream and the pleasures it gave me. When excited, I still do feel wet, only now I do feel something more and something different. If it is a remainder and resemblance of what I felt; that one night of the visit? I don’t mind to be reminded. I feel the tightness, the slippery smoothness and know with utter certainty that I am wet. Upon contact, I instinctively contract instantly, yet am entirely incapable of preventing the entry, just as I am unable to reject it. Maybe I did never want to in the first place, but still. The same effects had hit my rear end. Between the plump, firm cheeks of my rump, just under my tail. Am I not permitted to enjoy the entry, the way you expect a mare to? Silent, quietly taking the joy given. Am I still incapable of making the noises I had wished not to spread in embarrassment? I still failed, as much as I may have tried, regardless of wishes and desires at the time. Only the sensations are just as acute as they were, when she was teasing me, pleasing me, making me peak and climax, just before I could have collapsed onto the floor, if my legs would have permitted me to fall; that is. Of course, she is the Knight Mare, not a nightmare. Maybe I had been lucky and blessed, or maybe it is a curse, more insidious than any other curses? Either way, she gave me exactly what I had been dreaming of, and what my heart had been yearning for. Now it is all mine. I can never escape this one gift from one mare, to another. The one odd and strange thing, I am always excited when my daughter is near, particularly when she is by one of my nibbles, and is sucking. I like to see her drink her fill, to grow up and be a mare, just like myself. And why not? Am I not permitted to have the dream for my little filly? Naturally I had examined her, just after birth. Her nibbles are a light, but bright pink with a faint hue and scent of my rubber. Strangely, as does her orchid and rear entrance. Am I to pity the rare occurrence, or take it as a blessing? On close inspection, her lips are smooth as my rubber, but a much lighter red on the average day, even if they do brighten on excitement. I have also managed to notice that she is constantly wet as if highly excited, but the question is what is exciting her. Even if she may just be a little filly, and my filly. She is as lively and excitable as a little filly should be, I am both proud and thankful of this. I see her prancing and galloping around on the back of my home. She isn’t too interested in other foals just yet, knowing that is a matter of time. In a few years, she will want to have a filly or two to play around with, could I blame her? It is how a filly is supposed to be. At least it is what I have learned from my own experience. I love every instant she is with me and by my side. I particularly look forwards to the moment she is by the nibble. It is the fondest of moments of my day, such as my days are. I treasure and cherish each and every moment I am permitted to be with her. Only these few and short weeks are prancing by, I can’t stop them or even slow them in the least. Maybe I shouldn’t even try? I just make the most of the time I have.
Sisters Unite: 4 (4)Author's Note High Gloss' POV Sisters Unite: 4 (4) I had lived in the shelter of my mother’s cottage, with the lovely soft green grasses to prance and gallop on. It had been such a sweet time, yet the sweet time had to end. I grew up and she had to take up the burden of being a mare, on top of motherhood. I had known she was loving every instant of it, maybe this is merely in the bond of Mother and Daughter? I have no idea, I am but the filly, growing up by the side of her loving mother. My bright mane had always been hiding the little horn in my forehead, and with that it had been as if it never had been there. Of course my hooves had always been a shade glossier than common standard and expectation. Had my coat not been just as shimmering, I guess it had been more noticeable. Only the more noticeable details are my tiny nibbles and orchid; if not for a coat of fur and a tightness. Yet; my name is derived from my affinity for brighten up, and make shiny. The raindrops glittering and shimmering in my fur as I got in from the rain; my bright eyes and how I had always brought a smile on the lips of my mother, who obviously loves me dearly. Not that I was the one to blame her for that, now, was I? Only today; I found a new filly living in the cottage right behind ours, on the street next to the one we live on. I may have seen her before, but I had been looking away and not cared for the world at the time. Such is the mind of a young filly, before she realized that there actually is a world out there. It is a part of growing up and maturing. Apparently, she has this bright pink hue to her. Yet; her eyes are emerald green with a hint of the Dragons eyes, only tilted to the side. What brought my attention to her, is the most curious of squeaking little noises. She apparently makes them as her hooves hit the ground; particularly on harder surfaces. Maybe that is why I failed to notice it until now? Once I finally did get close to the filly, I noticed her shiny hooves. These are the reasons for the little noises I had heard before, even if I had reflected on them first now. I had never been looking as far as to the next garden over for anything. I may have paid attention to every little noise; but unless it presented a threat, I dropped it as just a curious noise. Why bother? Looking closer, she has a strange and curious little prance to her step as she moves around in her garden. Only now; she had apparently trotted over to the edge of their garden and just stood by border, looking at me; as if she was looking for something. “Hiya, I am filly Easy Prance!” she presented herself. “Hiya, Easy. I am filly High Gloss!” I responded. “I love the gloss to your coat, Glossy!” she continued. “Thanks, Easy; I do enjoy the little noises in your bouncy gait too!” I admitted freely. “Thanks, Glossy; though I couldn’t change it, if I had tried!” she responded, placing a hoof on my muzzle for but a short moment; only to see the effect spreading out over my very own coat. “Uh, how did you do that?” I inquired as I noticed the glossy effect spreading out over my coat as she touched me. “I don’t know, I guess it is kind of like when a Pegasus is trotting around on her cloud. On that note; the fact that you admitted to admire the glow of my coat, It clicked and just felt like the right thing to do for you!” she committed readily. “It is adorable enough, I just hope mom doesn’t make a mess out of it when I get back inside!” I prompted, with a weary look towards my home and knowing she was going to be waiting for me, from in there. “A glossy coat is known to represent a good health, at least it is what I had been told. We always fear how our parents will react, before they tell us what they think; depending on whether it was good or bad. This is my talent, and I love sharing it with you as a friend!” she put forth. “Oh yeah, I have heard that too. Parents are supposed to be mysterious, you never know in which direction they will move their hooves until you feel the weight on your tail. Oh well, I like how it looks, so I guess I can as well take the impending punishment in the stride, if it is forthcoming?” I pondered thoughtfully. “If you enjoy the cookie, it is more worth the bit you paid Pinkie Pie for it, than if it is just a sour and sticky mess you picked up!” she pointed out. “I love paying a bit for a cookie, if I am at the Sugar-Cube Corner, when she is at the counter; just to see her smiling at me!” I declared. “You feel like a sister to me!” she pointed out. “The more you are with me, the more I feel the same!” I responded. “It isn’t just in your enjoyment of my shiny coat and your joy in sharing it; even if it helps. I guess the bounce in your step and the delightful, little noises that comes with it is helping; but it is you who make me feel the strength of our sisterhood!” she declared proudly. “It isn’t as if I could leave these aspects of myself behind, more than I can react differently on your shiny coat!” I pointed out, tentatively placing my right forehoof on her shoulder. “I have always wished for a sister, I just never knew it. I was just prancing around in my own garden content with what I had, until now; that it!” she responded. “I love picking the cookie, and I don’t care if she will be mad at me for it!” I pointed out as I noticed the effect touching her with my hoof had on me. The hoof slowly grew shiny, as if it had turned into rubber, and then been polished with the glossiest, glistering lacquer and polish there ever were. “That never happened to any Pony before. I guess you truly are my sister now!” she pointed out, giggling delightfully. “No?” I responded, excitedly bouncing up and down, only to find my formerly little squeaks louder and noisier than they had ever been. “Since you are not freaking out, I can only take it as if you like what you see!” she pondered as she saw me all bouncy and giddy.
