//------------------------------// // Introduction of her Tube: 2 // Story: I, Knight Mare: under the Moon // by Ponyess //------------------------------// 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.