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Nisha stretched as she started to wake up, she felt strangely fresh even though she wasn't fully awake. As she stretched her legs she felt a slight pressure between them, something was lodged between her legs, rubbing against her private area. As she lifted the cover a whiff of her own scent only more musky reached her nostrils, looking down under the cover everything seemed normal, Vox was laying against her tummy as he usually did, although he had a smirky kind of smile on his lips and his otherwise yellow eyes where now a lime kind of green.

That's when it dawned on her what she has experienced during the night, with indignation and burning red cheeks she flew up from the bed, starring down at Vox who was now starring back at her with an even smirkier smile, wiggling his tail and drawing it to his face he let his little snake like tongue drill over it with a smacking sound.

Gasping for air, she could almost not believe what she was seeing, she hissed with venom in her voice

"How dare you"

as she burst passed him almost knocking him over with her hooves and ran out the door. She ran where she had always found solace, to her mother. The feelings and emotions were running so rampant within her she didn't even cry, hulking sounds as if crying rose through her throat as she sat down next to her mother and started to try to tell her what was going on.

It all just literally poured out of her, how she had found the stallion, how she must understand that she couldn't just leave him there in the road to die, her struggles to get him home and then how she had started to nurse all his wounds. She momentarily got lost when telling her the concoctions she had made, and how she had taken proper care of him just the way she had been taught. It wasn't until she came to the taking off his kilt that her mind travelled back to why she was so upset.

"I ...I have never seen a male up close before mum, and he was well you know..."

looking around so no one could hear her, which in it self was rather ridiculous since there was no one around for miles and miles, still she lowered her voice and whispered

"big!"

Again looking around so there was no one there.

"I don't know what happened mum, I washed him and I washed my self and then after dinner I went to bed, i was so tired."

Blushing slightly she again started to whisper

"I had such funny dreams mum, it was him..the stallion, he was doing ...stuff...to me, my whole body felt like it was on fire, then this morning..."

She cast a glance down to the cottage

"That darn Vox! Mum, it was him...he touched me, he was the one...."

Letting the last ebb out as it struck her that she wasn't sure which part she was more upset about, the fact that Vox had taken liberties with her or the fact that it hadn't been the stallion doing it. She sat beside her mother for a long time trying to make sense of it all, finally she realized her thoughts weren't getting any clearer and the sun was starting to climb higher so she had to go home, if nothing else to see to it that Vox hadn't done anything to the stallion.

She brushed her nightgown off and started to walk back down to the cottage. Taking a deep breath she entered and blatantly ignored looking at Vox corner. She sat down on the bed and lay a paw on the stallions forehead, he was still slightly warm and a bit feverish.

Nisha went over to the counter and pulled out some ginger root and cloves thinking a tea would do him some good. As she turned around she caught a glimpse of Vox wobbling back to his cushion after having started the fire in the stove. Normally she would have said thank you but today he was ignored.

While the tea was brewing she put raspberry jam on some bred and stood at the counter eating it. Once the tea was done she poured it in a mug and sliced another piece of bred and set down next to the stallion. In a low and soothing voice she started to talk to him, to try and make him aware that she was there and that she wasn't out to hurt him.

At first she spoon fed him some tea, just so she wouldn't choke him "Here i have some tea for you, careful" as he started to swallow she could put the spoon down. She eased her hand under his head and brought the mug to his lips

"Careful, not too big sips"

She said. While giving him the tea and now and then breaking small pieces of bred paw feeding it to him she started to explain what had happened.

"I'm Nisha, i found you yesterday on the road half beaten to death. I couldn't leave you there and well the village is too far so i brought you to my home. You'll be safe here"

Casting a glance back at Vox, like you wouldn't dare do anything to him or else..

"You had some nasty cuts and your right arm is broken, but i put it in a sling and i've cleaned and dressed your wounds, hopefully you'll be healthy in no time."

At that point he opened his still feverish eyes and he looked like he tried to speak.

"Hush it's alright if you can't, just rest and gather your strength."

Seeing his eyes wander over her it dawned on her that she was still in her night gown, she quickly stood up.

"Rest now i'll be back in a little while to check on you again"

And with that she hurried out of the cabin, gripping her dress on her way.

Out back Nisha and her mother had built an outdoor shower, the blacksmith had been kind enough to give them a huge barrel, he had also been kind enough to put it on the roof of the outhouse, with some modification it now served as an outdoor shower. Pulling on a rope made the little holes in one end of the barrel visible and the rain water collected to sprinkle down like a shower.

So frazzled by everything that had happened the last few days Nisha didn't think about the fact that from her bed, the very same bed the stallion was now laying in, there was a perfect clear view to where she was standing naked taking a shower.

It was a fairly quick rinse after which she shuck her self, cascades of water flying around her, a few minutes of air drying and then she could put on her thin dress which she knew would quickly dry even if it got slightly damp in some places.

Coming back it she stopped dead in her tracks, the stallion was sitting up in the bed, quite obviously wide awake.

His dreams were of her, of them. He could hear her passion filled cries as he caressed her sleek black hide, as he lipped and nipped at her playfully. He could taste those soft lips as he kissed her. Her sweet scents filled his very soul as he made sweet passionate love to her and claimed her as his own. They were pleasant and arousing dreams, yet they felt so real. It was almost as if she was there with him. It was just as he was gently sucking on one nipple that he awoke with a start.

He had heard her cry out in anger and despair, had heard the door slam shut. It was almost immediately clear that he was alone. The small room felt empty and he could not see her. There was a small dragon of course, though he was unsure if this was a new addition, or something he had missed. Either way it was clear he was not going anywhere, even if he could move. He eyed it warily for a moment as he tried to guess it's purpose. Before ultimately deciding it didn't much matter yet. A groan escaping his lips as he closed his eyes.

There wasn't much he could do yet. He knew that full well. He also knew that the filly was in trouble. He could only guess at what she was being put through right now. It pained him to know he was helpless to stop it, but he would make it right. He would rescue her and make those responsible pay. Then he would make those that put him here suffer. They would rue the day they set upon him. He swore to that.

It was much later when he felt her gentle touch. His one ear twitching as her paw caressed his forehead, before he heard her cross the room. There was some rustling then and a fire started, followed by more strange scents. He could tell she was making herself busy, and when she sat in the cot beside him he could tell she had been crying. Causing him to wonder who or what was the cause of her pain, especially when she cleared up his situation as she slowly fed him.

He was rather relieved to hear that she had rescued him, raising quite a few questions in his mind. Questions she wouldn't let him voice. Still as he looked at her he couldn't help but notice she was wearing but a flimsy nightdress, one that left little to the imagination. He couldn't help but look, admiring her beauty and wondering at how close she was in appearance to the filly in his dreams. It was then that she stood up and left the room again. He knew she had told him to rest, but in all honesty he didn't feel that tired.

Still he tried to do as she asked. Turning his body to face the wall as he pulled the covers over himself, only to be faced by the window and what could only be described as a perfect view. He knew he shouldn't look, but then he couldn't turn away. It was as if he was entranced. Never before had he caught sight of such a perfect filly. Such a lithe athletic frame, with a nice firm rump, and those sublime perky breasts. Not to mention such a sleek coat with a mane and tail that just flowed. Just the sight of her took his breath away.

There was a slightly guilty look on his muzzle when she returned. His sheath causing a bulge under the sheets that was rather hard to ignore. He wasn't sure what to say then. Though it was clear she was shocked to see him up. He stared at her a moment before he found his voice.

"I'm sorry..."

He said as he cleared his throat

"But I saw you from the window..."