Sentire takes a deep breath before opening Dusk's bedroom door. "Dusk? You in here?"
Dusk looks up from his book reading as he lays on his bed. "Thought you were spending time."
Sentire sighs. She could tell he was pissed about this and the thing with mad ponies, you can't talk to them about the thing they are mad about while it is fresh. "So how is the breeding program coming?"
Dusk sighs. "Not much. We haven't done anything because of what's going on around here," he says a bit bitterly towards her.
"So it hasn't started yet?" Sentire asks, trying to get him to focus on that.
Dusk sighs. "We need volunteers."
"But is the plan ready?" Sentire asks, starting to smirk as he was facing away from her after he got up.
"Yeah. Just need to do the program with somepony," Dusk sighs at.
"Well…" Sentire starts, not finishing on purpose to get him interested.
Dusk partly looks back at her. "You offering?
"How would that work? You designed it for stallions," Sentire asks.
Dusk raises an eyebrow before looking at himself and then back at her. "Seriously? First him and now this?"
"You made this," Sentire says.
Dusk groans. "And you are asking me to test it again on myself?"
"I am just saying if you have no volunteers, there is always an option to throw the plan away or refine it," Sentire says.
"Not when I worked hard on it," Dusk states pointing at her.
"Well then…" Sentire says letting him think about it.
Dusk frowns heavily. "There is no progress here. I have not had any volunteers and nothing to go on." Sentire was silent while he thought about it before speaking up again, "Then there is the question of fertility."
Sentire tilts her head in thought before looking at herself for a few seconds. "Why not mine as a base?"
"Hum," Dusk says thinking it over.
Sentire raises an eyebrow at him before his horn glows and then her body becomes encased in aura before it ends. "Let's see now," Dusk says to himself as his own body glows the same way.
'Let's see if it is so easy for you?' Sentire thinks.
Sentire looks over Dusk in his purple mage robe and regular shirt and pants underneath. Her eyes drifting to Dusk's face changing form and becoming feminine. Sentire's eyes slowly moving downward as Dusk's body start to morph and increase in size in certain areas like her breasts and flank, but also becoming smaller in others like her abdomen and limbs, losing muscle mass but still looking lean enough to hold strength. Sounds of fabric ripping and stretching are catching her ear's attention, letting her know that Dusk's clothes are a bit too much for the transformed body's goal. As Sentire keeps watching, she ends up staring at almost like a mirror version of herself, but with Dusk's colors and flat mane over one side of her head and a bit shorter.
"Holy…" Sentire could only speak out as Dusk starts to look herself over. "Going to need a name too. I doubt that Dusk would work out there."
"Hum…" Dusk says as she goes and gets a scroll and quill, starting to write with them.
"Coming up with names?" Sentire asks smirking that Dusk will hardly question her for a while.
"Balance is shifted," Dusk says, starting to examine herself like a project again.
'Because you copied my body smart guy,' Sentire thinks, rolling her eyes.
"Scanning now," Dusk says before magically scanning herself.
Sentire slowly rolls her eyes again and wonders if she can roll harder.
"Magical level has increased. Study more," Dusk adds.
Sentire slowly taps her finger before starting to walk out.
Dusk remain this way for a few more hours till her nethers started heating up and she lightly rubs her legs together before groaning in frustration. "You are reacting how here?" Dusk asks her own body.
Only an increase in more heat answered her question before she slowly had an urge to go out and find something. Dusk groans heavily before starting to walk out, almost grumbling to herself and complaining about body mechanisms.
Sentire opens the door to Zicoro's room and sees Dusk heading downstairs, still grumbling and sighs. "Going to learn one way or another…hope Dusk doesn't get knocked up," she says to herself before heading back and actually sees Zicoro smiling at her. "That's a first," she says smiling back and shuts the door.
Trial chuckles as he slides over a glass for Spitfire and she grabs it before chugging it down. "Finally, good beer, huh?"
Spitfire chuckles and hiccups slightly. "Yep. About time. Was getting tired of that water down shit."
Trial grins. "I aim to please my girl. Afterall, you are worth getting that wheat for."
Spitfire smirks back. "Do you say that to all the mares?"
"Only ones that deserve it," Trial winks and Spitfire sticks her trouble out in return before drinking more.
A few knocks on the door makes them turn to it and Trial get up to open it. "Who…wait…" Trial starts to ask before noticing the colors and style and remembers back to a certain event. "Princy?"
Dusk sighs. "Took the name Twilight. Figures that fits me more," she says pushing her way in and locks the door behind herself.
Trial blinks at the forwardness. "All well and good…but why are you here?"
Twilight turns to him now. "I need to mate."
Spitfire spits out her drink now. "Huh?"
Trial blinks. "Huh?"
Twilight nods at that. "Yes. Mate me."
Trial raises a finger at that. "Uhhhhh…"
Twilight just walks up and kisses him to leave Spitfire to fall out of her chair and wonder if she drank too much now as she peeks at her glass.
Twilight then pulls at Trial's collar and gets him to the bed, Spitfire crawling and standing up after then. Trial pulls Twilight off and looks her over now. Her large body somehow reminding him of Sentire by the size and shape. Not being just large, but shapely as well with some good curves. Twilight seems to notice it and quickly throws her robe off to the side, leaving only a stretched and ripped outfit on her. Twilight quickly tears apart the rest and throws it away, letting own breasts free and makes Trial stare at them hypnotized for a second at how forward she is.
Twilight only pulls him down again and kisses him hard, actually taking control of the whole situation. Trial relents after catching his bearings and kisses back as he grips her sides. Spitfire crawls onto the bed and kisses his neck in her drunken stupor, grabbing around Trial and gripping her other hand onto Twilight's breast and makes her moan freely. Trial starts to undo and take off his clothes while still keeping up the kiss. Twilight pants heavily and tries to keep up the kiss before she felt Trial move up between her legs.
Twilight looks down at her legs, spotting a large piece of horsecock that was brushing up against her lips and watches as it pulls back. Twilight's high pitched voice broke the air and Spitfire only kissed her and shut up her screaming, tasting the beer she had drank a few minutes before. Trial groans and starts to thrust away, hearing the mare under him start to moan freely after a few smacks.
Twilight moans into the kiss with Spitfire before pushing her away and leans up to Trial, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulls herself up, letting her legs wrap around his hips and starts to move back against him. She moans out loud as she kept a tight grip on him, sometimes peeking down between them to see the large piece go into her. Moving in and out while she tries to move against him. Twilight moans deeply as Trial carries her, dropping her each and every time he moves his hips slightly up into her. Her large flank rippling around with each smack. Trial groans and actually smacks her flank, making Twilight call out moaning, trying to lift herself up and move along with him, meeting him with each hit.
Spitfire licks her lips and crawls under them and then leans in, licking at Trial's shaft and balls while he kept humping Twilight. Trial grunts and starts to throw Twilight a little into the air, trying to keep with up the heat-ridden mare. Only when Spitfire feels the balls clench up into him did she move to where they connected and watches his dick plunge into the mare, trying to breed her for all she's worth. Twilight grits her teeth and moans through it before crying out, feeling his cock throb inside her, and then a warm flood in her womb. Trial pants heavily before as Spitfire licks up the spilled seed running down the large cock and tries to drink it all up. Twilight pants along as well before gripping around his neck again and starts to bounce herself. Trial grunts and grips her flank tight before moving her along. Trying to control her speed himself as squechling is heard between them.
Spitfire comes back up with white stains on her lips before she turns Twilight's head and kisses her on the lips, letting her taste what is going in. Trial groans and gives another slap to Twilight's flank, making her groan heavily into the kiss and tries to wrap an arm around Spitfire, making her stay so she can taste it all. Spitfire giggles and reaches down and grips Trial hard, feeling them smack into each other and even giving more pressure between them. Trial only picks up speed and tries to pound Twilight's already filled womb as he feels his balls starting to clench up, a spring-loaded trap waiting before Twilight felt his load starting to fire into her. Twilight breaks the kiss and moans out into the air, feeling each shot pour into her and already leak out between them onto the ground.
Trial pants heavily, looking up to the tired mare who weakly tries to hang onto him. Twilight pants and licks her lips before slowly looking at him. Sentire drunkenly giggles as she lands on the bed and licks her wet white fingers, the two knowing where she got that. Only Twilight leans over and kisses Trial now as he lays her down, catching onto the fact that this is a heat filled change.
"That was one hot fuck," Spitfire giggles as she still licks her fingers.
Trial just places a pillow over her head and keeps kissing Twilight with her slowly relaxing and laying on the bed.
Twilight then slowly got some of her senses back together. 'Two times…oh no…oh well. Might as well enjoy this,' she thinks, happily kissing back.
Nearly a few weeks later, Sentire was shocked Dusk hadn't turned back to male, but then Sentire noticed something Dusk was starting show signs she had seen from a few pregnant mares while helping Zicoro with the medical needs as some of the mares and female griffons of the homestead had become pregnant over the time spent here. She was suspicious so asked Zicoro to give Dusk a checkup to see if she was right. Zicoro did so and when he came back, he told her she was right. Dusk was in early stages of pregnancy.
Sentire groans and bangs her head against the wall repeatedly. Only for Zicoro to place his hand between her head and the wall to soften the blow. "I'm…an…idiot," she groans. "How could I forget that Dusk would go crazy for a stallion and get pregnant?"
"What do you mean?" Zicoro asks.
Sentire sighs and leans her head against his hand. "When Dusk changed, the changed form probably sent her body into heat. This means that any who gets the spell would immediately get a need to fuck and get pregnant. Dammit. And she went for Trial. Really…even though he is a better choice than any other stallion…" she stops and sees Zicoro eyeing her at that with a raised eyebrow. "Not that you aren't bad."
"If what you are saying is true, she was probably going on instinct and sought out the alpha," Zicoro says lowering his hand now.
Sentire groans and rubs her forehead. "Of course…and Dusk's stuck this way until the foal is born."
"Has she shown any more signs of heat since then as I saw none?" Zicoro inquires going back to the brew.
"No…she would get out of heat once she is pregnant. Damn…I got to change Dusk back once the foals are born and push it," Sentire sighs.
"What about the foals then?" Zicoro asks.
Sentire stops and tries to think about that. "I…don't know…"
"Could you ask Dusk for me, for it is important," Zicoro says.
"Sure…I'll be back in a bit," Sentire says walking out and heading to Dusk's door. "Dusk? Can I talk to you?" she asks knocking on it.
"Hum? What is it?" Dusk calls.
"The future foals," Sentire says.
"Come in," Dusk calls.
Sentire walks in and sees Dusk at her table and reading over something. Wearing the same mage robe she has always had, but now some regular clothing for mares on her. "We have to talk about what's going to happen after they are born."
"What about that?" Dusk asks.
"What happens to them if the stallion who changed and birth them, just wants to go back to their life? And they can't take the foal in," Sentire adds.
"…huh?" Dusk asks confused.
Sentire blinks surprised. "You never considered that the changed stallion will never be able to take care of the foals they birth? Never even set up an adoption system?"
"…no," Dusk says before looking at her stomach area.
"We need that figured out now. You are not the only one pregnant," Sentire points out.
"Wait. Who else is?" Dusk asks, knowing there have been no others who have done the program.
"Regular mares and even a few griffons," Sentire lists off. "Even our wonderbolt friends."
"Oh, well…they are their foals," Dusk says.
"Dusk," Sentire says. "Some can't take care of the foals. Even mares and other females. We have to set up something."
"I…will call a town meeting," Dusk informs.
"Do that," Sentire says sighing. "And as for us…it's obvious you would be busy. Especially carrying that one," she says pointing to her stomach. "I will still talk to you…but I would like companionship like what we have…or rather had before this. Promise me that once this is over, you will change back into a stallion."
"Do you hate my foal?" Dusk asks.
Sentire sighs. "No. But I rather have the old Dusk back. The one where he is a very capable stallion."
"It's not the gender. It is the pony," Dusk says simply.
Sentire stays silent before sighing. "Never mind. Just…ignore it," she says before walking out.
Dusk sighs and looks at her stomach again before getting up and goes looking for Leone as she is the best one at rounding everyone up.
"Told Dusk," Sentire says walking back into Zicoro's room. "He's going to set up a town meeting for how to handle any foals that come from the program," she says going to his bed before lying back and closing her eyes.
"You don't sound happy though," Zicoro points out.
"It doesn't matter. What's done is done. We are going to add more to this program and that's that," Sentire sighs as she kept her eyes closed.
"This plan is the same that the Equites have?" Zicoro asks.
"No. We care for all foals and it does it not pick and choose who is the best for the uses of the 'empire'. Relax. It would be like an adoption program in a way," Sentire sighs.
"I am asking, isn't it the same plan? If so, how are they doing it?" Zicoro asks.
Sentire shrugs. "I rather stay mostly out of it now…got a bigger plan to deal and it doesn't involve any of this program," Sentire mumbles as she turns over and almost tries to sleep.
"Who is going to the gathering? Everyone?" Zicoro asks.
"Maybe…now let me rest. I rather not talk about this anymore," Sentire mumbles as she curls up.
Zicoro shakes his head as he kept working before they heard a loud horn.
"There's the call. You better get going since you heal and handle mostly healthcare," Sentire says, lying on the bed still.
"Are you not coming?" Zicoro asks.
"I rather not…besides…forget it. Just go," Sentire sighs and buries herself more in the bed.
"Come on you," Zicoro says pulling her along.
"Hey!" Sentire complains as she is pulled along.
At the meeting, there was much discussion and the settlement came to the agreement that if parents couldn't raise the children alone, the entire community would do so together. Over the next week, Dusk tried to find and talk to Sentire, but she kept avoiding her until Dusk cornered her.
"What is it?" Sentire sighs as she got stuck in an alleyway of one of the streets. "Don't you have some cravings or something to deal with for the future foals?"
"What is your deal? You have been avoiding me all this time," Dusk says.
Sentire rolls her eyes now. "There's no point now Dusk. Look…you can go ahead and raise those foals. I'll go deal with the nests and we can go our separate ways, okay? We are going to be busy anyway. You with the foals and me out fighting. And as for me and you…it's not going to work out."
"So just like that, you will leave me?" Dusk asks.
Sentire nods before looking away sadly. "I can't stay here like this Dusk. Besides…even if you choose to change back…will you? For the foals' sake? At least with me gone, you won't have extra worry. Just the foals and yourself," Sentire points out.
Dusk walks up and goes to smack her, but stops. "So you felt absolutely nothing for me?" Dusk says.
Sentire tears up a bit at that question as it stung her. "I did…but when this happened…I realized that everything changes every day. At least this way…no one will get hurt anymore."
"You are hurting me though," Dusk says.
"Dusk…everything now has to revolve around the foals…" Sentire starts.
"That is just being selfish and running away," Dusk says calmly holding back some tears.
"How? When the foals come into question? What will happen when the foals see the truth about who their parents really are? And even if we are together still, what are we going to do with these ongoing threats? I don't think any of us are ready for the other to end up injured," Sentire points out.
"So you just abandon me, despite how I feel?" Dusk asks, not letting her make excuses.
"How do you feel anyway?" Sentire asks back.
"Damn it, I love you! Does that not mean anything at all to you?" Dusk asks.
Sentire now looks severely hurt and looks down. "…prove it."
Dusk instantly goes up and kisses Sentire.
Sentire quickly pushes her off and stares her down as she can see Dusk on the verge of crying. "I don't even know what to do anymore," she admits, slowly sinking down to her knees and sitting there, lightly hanging onto Dusk's robe for some support to stay up.
Dusk picks her up with her magic and pulls her into a hug.
Sentire closes her eyes tightly and starts to let tears fall. "…one of the few times I became really happy…and it feels like its really gone…"
"It's not unless you throw it away," Dusk says as Sentire rests her head into Dusk's chest.
Sentire sniffs. "…I don't go for mares Dusk. Only stallions. It hardly felt like I could make a connection with any of them. And now…now you're stuck like this…"
"I am not stuck unless it is skin deep," Dusk says.
"But you will be…the foals…they would want their mother…" Sentire tries to say.
"The community will raise them. That doesn't mean I won't be in their life," Dusk says.
"Dusk…" Sentire tries to voice.
"Did you go after Zicoro because you wanted to spite me? Or did you do it to find common enough companionship that you can take to any level? Even sexually because I wasn't there most of the time?" Dusk asks bluntly and Sentire grips her robe harder at that. "I see…I can't blame you as I have also slept with another," Dusk says.
"I haven't even touched him," Sentire sobs into her robe.
"I forgive you," Dusk says petting her now.
"I haven't even…I haven't even…" Sentire keeps sobbing into her robe.
Dusk looks at her as she kept sobbing and sighs as her horn glows before they teleported out of the alleyways and into Zicoro's room, surprising him and almost makes him knock over a few bottles and flasks as they appear in an empty area.
"…wha…what are we doing here?" Sentire tries to ask through her sobs and wipes her muzzle.
Dusk only helps her up before walking her over to Zicoro as he watches the two.
Sentire slowly realizes what she wants and she sighs. "I'm…sorry, Zicoro. I used you for my own ends just to get back at Dusk…and I'm sorry," she apologizes, shutting her eyes.
"I know. The moment Dusk became too busy with work," Zicoro says bluntly and makes Dusk smile inwardly as Sentire looks up in surprise. "The talks we had were genuine, but I felt you were not giving it everything from your heart."
Sentire lowers her ears and head down, tearing up more at being found out of using him early on. "Zicoro…take care of Sentire while I handle being a mare and the foals being born. I only need a few days to recover and then I will transform back," Dusk requests and surprises Sentire to the point of shocking.
"But…" Sentire tries to start.
"I know from that kiss. You were not all into it. If I keep pushing, it will turn sour soon," Dusk admits sighing. "I don't want to break what we have Sentire," she says turning to her with a small smile. "At least he can give you some time while I can handle other things."
"But…" Sentire repeats and looks to Zicoro who is now watching her.
"Do you want this?" Zicoro asks and Sentire stutters a bit, trying to come up with an answer until he holds up a hand and stops her. "I'll rephrase. Do you need this companionship so you will never feel lonely and let down again?"
Sentire gulps nervously and turns to Dusk who slowly lets her go and has her stand on her own now. "Whatever you answer."
Sentire slowly turns back to Zicoro and seems him patiently waiting before opening her mouth after a few minutes, "Yes."
"Now that this is settled," Dusk says before bopping her head lightly. "For being stupid about this."
"Ow," Sentire groans and holds her head.
"Now come on…we haven't told Trial I am pregnant with his foal yet," Dusk says pulling both along.
"If I know him, he will react happily," Sentire groans as she keeps rubbing her head.