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// The Coming Months: 3 
// Story: I, Knight Mare: under the Moon 
// by Ponyess 
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	I 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.

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