To break him in

Apparently, I had fallen asleep, last night. What ever the time it had been, when I had returned from observing the trial of the stallion. Was this the eighth day Shining Armour had performed this test?

While I was certain, I had been sleeping; this had been a fitful slumber with feverish, fever dreams and not the kind you remembered fondly. Naturally, I did feel nausea and a cold sweat, all over my face.

In reality, I had known it had been my Commander Shining Armour behind me; while in the dreams, I am sure it had been a Changeling, or even the Queen herself. Had they been feeding off of me, draining me of what little love I had had in my body, causing me to feel this nausic? I felt weak and nausic, to the point I thought I could have broken before I could even slither out of my bed. This was my bed, right?

I felt a shiver down my spine and I am shivering; not due to the cold air, that did feel quite refreshing and warm, to the point of being downright comforting. Yet, I am shivering, due to exhaustion and the pent up fear from the dreams I had had.

Once I stood on the floor, beside the bed; I dared to smooth my bed. Then I had focused, lit up my horn and smoothed out the bed competently. Maybe I did still have control over my magic, then? Maybe I should have taken more pride in this one fact alone. Yet, I felt humbled and weakened after the last experience I had been submitted to, just the other day.

“Is this all from the dreams, after what I saw the other day?” I pondered.

As much as it had pained me, to go through it; I could not say that I enjoyed seeing it, or that it should affect me this deeply in any way.

While I had managed to make my bed, by myself; the effort had taxed me and my magic, far more than I would have liked to admit, even to myself. Am I prideful, or simply trying to protect myself from an experience I still do wish I could have avoided. Knowing I had stepped up, in the vain hopes of protecting another.

“Ouch!” I moaned, as I tried my best to walk over to the chair.

Of course I have a pair of chairs, by the table in the other end of the small room. There is a pitcher of water and a set of glasses on the table. The water does look pretty tempting, right now.

On shaky legs, I managed to reach the table, pull out the chair and sit down. Not overly comfortable, but the sturdy chair was safe to sit on. Not too relaxing, but I could rest for a moment.

“The stallion I saw, earlier; is he feeling like this?” I pondered, as I realized my situation.

Just walking over to the table, and thinking of the stallion made my head hurt and my mind swirl.

“What is wrong with me?” I exclaimed, to none in particular.

The room had been empty, save for the one stallion that is me. Why expect anyone to answer even such a simple question? I merely hoped, I had not exclaimed my question, too loudly. What if there was another stallion, just like myself; in the next room over, on the other side of either of the walls of the room in which I had been siting. I had after all been in the room for an entire week, never opening the door to look out. Well, I had been to the tower and watched the next stallion in line, but that had not revealed anyone living close by.

“If I had not known better; I would have chanced to suggest that you are pregnant, carrying all the symptoms of an early pregnancy!” she prompted.

I had failed to notice, or hear her entering the small room.

“That is preposterous, I am a Stallion, for Celestia’s sake!” I responded.

“It is, thus my initial reservation!” she responded.

“What symptoms, prey tell?” I inquired, suddenly hit by a new wave of dizziness and nausea.

“Nausea and dizziness; for starters!”she responded, giggling and casting her eyes down.

“When you put it that way; I thought it was from seeing the stallion, up in the tower and being reminded of how it felt just a week ago!” I prompted.

“Sounds like a convenient disguise, of what is really going on!” she suggested, finally looking up with blushing cheeks.

“Even if I was never broken in, in this manner; it is still hard, to watch it happening!” she promptly pointed out.

“I am no voyager, I like these things personal and private!” I pointed out, in hushed tones.

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