"What?" Trial asks shell-shocked.
"I thought you said happily," Dusk whispers to Sentire as Zicoro explain things to Trial.
"I did. He is always nonchalant of banging mares that want it," Sentire whispers.
"Trial has never had a child," Leon says sitting next to them.
"With all the mares he's banging, did he ever think any of them getting pregnant?" Sentire asks.
"Well, if any did, he was never told," Leone informs.
"You guys need to keep up at times," Sentire says dryly.
"Sentire, sweetie, we were constantly on the run from our corrupt government," Leone informs.
"You guys are hardened mercs. I think infiltrations are easy for you to a random house," Sentire points out.
"That ego and self-righteousness will keep getting you in trouble," Leone informs.
Sentire sighs as Trial actually starts to pace around worried. "Better give him a crash course then."
"Well, we already know what Dusk is going to do," Leone says.
"Tell him the whole settlement is going to help?" Sentire suggested.
"Well, we can repurpose your lab for the foal's room," Trial says looking at Dusk.
"After I finish up," Dusk adds.
"You will start now. It is your responsibility," Trial instructs, using some authority in his tone.
Dusk want to retort but then thought back to the foal.
"I'll get started as well and help you," Trial says looking at her stomach.
"Alright…" Dusk relents as Barb walks in.
"Hey. What is going on?" Barb asks carrying some fresh laundry.
"How good are you at carrying Dusk's experiments?" Trial immediately asks.
"Why do you ask?" Barb asks suspiciously.
"Dusk is pregnant," Leone informs.
"Dusk is…oh," Barb realizes as she turns her head to Dusk and sees her waving nervously at her. "How do you mess up spells constantly?"
"I didn't. I am doing the program," Dusk informs.
"You know…there's a good reason most scientists don't participate in their own experiments," Barb points out.
"Well, I still have no volunteers," Dusk informs.
"Did you even give out flyers or something? Word of mouth?" Barb asks, shaking her head.
"No. He hasn't because he gave the plan to Solaris," Trial informs.
"And politics are happening," Leone adds.
"How about we get to working on making the room?" Sentire interrupts.
"Barb, help Dusk plan as she has little to no feminine instincts or knowledge," Trial requests.
"Done," Barb says a little disappointed in Dusk's foresight.
"Leone, come with me," Trial states.
"Coming," Leone says getting up.
Days passed and the wonderbolts were surprised at the news that a prince, who is right now a princess, is going to have a foal. The next surprise is when captain Shadow of the Shadowbolts shows up with a few lieutenants and informed Spitfire they needed to speak in private.
"What is it?" Spitfire asks after they were in the wonderbolts' room.
"New orders," Shadow says. "Artemis wants us to rebuild for you and build our Shadowbolts here. Where there are clean water and food."
"Is something wrong where you are stationed?" Spitfire presses, knowing they are hidden away in the hills and clouds.
"It's getting too political. I had to kill a few guards as punishment from transgression already," Shadow says.
"Okay then. Let's see…where can we set you up?" Spitfire asks out loud thinking.
"With you," Shadow states bluntly.
"For your base," Spitfire says dryly.
"With your group," Shadow repeats.
"Excuse me?" Spitfire pushes. "But we can't even stay together. You know how we work."
"Artemis' orders," Shadow growls.
Spitfire growls back and glares down at her. "New base."
"Together!" Shadow calls.
Spitfire and Shadow both growl at each other as they will not let up on their stance.
"Spitfire, you up here?" a familiar voice calls.
"Yeah," Spitfire calls back.
"Oh good. I have been looking for you," Trial calls and soon his head comes through the door and looks at the two. "Did I interrupt something mate?" Trial asks.
"…wait…mate? Spitfire, do you have a mate?" Shadow asks in shock.
"Hello. Who is this, my mate?" Trial asks walking in and greets.
"Shadow and he is…?" Shadow says, smirking at Spitfire now.
"Trial. Nice to meet you. I assume you are part of the same group Spitfire is based on the outfit?" Trial asks, looking at the black and almost negative colored version of the wonderbolts' outfit.
"Trial…what are you doing?" Spitfire almost demands.
"Came to see you," Trial says.
"So Spitfire, what would you like for congratulations and hope you have a happy family gift?" Shadow asks smirking.
"Nothing. Ignore this. What is it Trial? I got something to deal with personally," Spitfire asks, tapping her hoof on the ground.
"I wanted to know if you wanted some of the beer we just finished making," Trial says.
"So this explains why you are so against the order," Shadow says smirking.
"Oh shut up," Spitfire quickly says.
"What orders?" Trial presses.
"Well, your mate here is staying. Going to rebuild the Wonderbolts here," Shadow says.
"Is that all? That's easy…somewhat on my end for what you need," Trial says smiling and wrapping an arm around Spitfire to pull her close.
"I see…I will leave you two alone while we move in," Shadow says before taking off out the window.
Spitfire groans and hangs her head.
"She a friend mate?" Trial asks.
"Yeah…" Spitfire sighs.
"Alright," Trial says before kissing her.
Spitfire immediately falls into the kiss before realizing something. "Wait. We now have to deal with her and the team," Spitfire says quickly and points towards where she went.
"What is the worse they can do?" Trial asks.
"Mess up our time and get in the way of some of our patrols and training?" Spitfire suggested.
"Then let us set them straight," Trial says before kissing her neck.
Spitfire moans deeply and holds herself still against him. "H-How?"
"Let them know this ain't the princes' territory," Trial says before holding her.
Spitfire smiles brightly at the sound of it. "Liking the idea more and more," she says chuckling, feeling his hand drift down her back.
"And I like the idea of having you around," Trial says smirking.
Spitfire giggles as she feels his hand go over her flank and feels her curves under her wonderbolt outfit.
"Do you feel the same for me?" Trial asks.
"Yeah…oh," Spitfire jumps and looks behind her to see Trial groping her flank and she gives a smirk back at him. "Really?"
"A bit of teasing never hurt you, has it?" Trial asks.
Spitfire hums teasingly. "No. Do you like me in this thing?" she asks, leaning back and showing off her skin-tight outfit.
"Why? I have seen you in all your glory," Trial says smirking.
"Excitement? Costumes and outfits are part of the fun," Spitfire states.
"Does it make me any less fun?" Trial asks smirking.
"No. But it does enhance things," Spitfire says chuckling before stopping. "With all the sleeping around you do…you don't know about this?"
"I don't need it. While I have a perfect mare here with me," Trial says smirking, making Spitfire go silent for a bit.
"You think I am a perfect mare?" Spitfire asks.
Trial hums as he wraps an arm around her tightly and pulls her close. "I think this answers it," he whispered before kissing her.
"I think you're drunk," Spitfire says breaking the kiss.
Trial chuckles a little. "Well…we are drinking the finest beer."
"Alright, come on you. To bed," Spitfire informs.
Trial chuckles as he is pulled over to the bed.
A month had passed at this point and a building for the future foals have been made. Where foals can be cared for by qualified personnel and even be adopted. Something that excited Dusk a little as she has started wondering how her foals would be as. But even more so as she has started to feel the need to get back with Sentire. Even though she keeps eyeing Trial at times, Dusk mostly looks to Sentire who has returned to training and maintaining her magic pool after the lover spat. Which she sometimes apologizes over, but a quick hug and kiss from Zicoro shut her up. Speaking of…Sentire has moved in with Zicoro for the moment, citing of not wanting to roll over and hurt Dusk or the foals. Which Dusk agreed to, but got time to rest midday with her in Zicoro's bed from the tireless training she has to endure.
Zicoro has been becoming a good companion to talk to and spend time with. Dusk smiles at times when she sees Sentire smiling and laughing when she peeks into their room. Seeing Zicoro still working, but able to spend time more truly than Dusk has been able to. Working and still feel like he has free time talking and interacting with Sentire. Dusk even took a few personal notes to put into use once she changes back to her formal form. Though, Sentire is still hesitant to touch Dusk further than she did when Dusk was a stallion. Not use to mares that much and only experiencing them coming onto her and rejecting them respectfully as possible when it happens. Dusk could only sigh and nod, leaning her head against her shoulder and enjoying what she can from Sentire, knowing that Sentire will hardly trot that way and only go for stallions. Something Dusk will not mind, but she has a promise to keep and that is to have these foals and change back. Even if it will confuse the foals, Dusk will know they will understand once they are old enough about the different couples and parents in the world. They are Dusk's foals after all.
And now, Dusk has noticed Sentire starting to eye Zicoro a little more than usual. More so than her, but Dusk doesn't mind. She understands which way she goes for, but now…
"I'm going to see Trial. He probably hasn't stopped making furniture for the foals and making them foal proof yet," Dusk says smiling as she gets up.
"Sure. Make sure to hit him upside the head if he doesn't listen. You are the 'stallion' of the house now with those little guys," Sentire says pointing to her growing stomach.
"I'll take Leone's advice and pull him by the ear," Dusk says giggling. "I'll see you later for meditation."
Sentire nods as she waves at her and Dusk leaves and shuts the door behind her. "She knows something," Zicoro says, brewing up more potions for the foals and any sickness they may have. Vaccines across the wastelands are few and far between.
Sentire hums and looks back at him. "How many types do they need?"
Zicoro hums as he lifts the ladle and looks over the colored scent coming off of it. "Close to what medicine they had back then. And I need enough for multiple amounts of their multiple doses. Not easy mind you when we have different species and some require specialized versions. I have even asked some griffons to find me a special herb that grows in their old mountains. Enough to cultivate and brew with," Zicoro sighs at before turning to her. "But I feel as if there is something else on your mind."
Sentire slowly nods as she gets up and slowly walks over to him. "Yeah…it's just that we have been spending this much time and…" she trails off, blushing furiously.
Zicoro puts out the fire and covers the pot. "You wish to mate after all the time we have spent," he states obviously.
"Am I that easy to read?" Sentire asks a bit nervously while looking away.
"To me. I know enough of your personality to guess what you are thinking and what might you need," Zicoro says as he looks over the pot to seal it off for now.
"That's…a good thing?" Sentire asks, shuffling her hooves.
Zicoro turns to look at her now with a certain look before going to the bed and sits on it. "For us, yes. What do you wish between us?"
Sentire smiles shyly and looks away. "Um…me just…sucking you off?" she offers as she slowly eyes his loincloth which has an obvious erection growing under it.
Zicoro hums and beckons her over with a hand wave. "Is that all or do you wish more?"
Sentire starts to walk over and pulls down her stip of cloth, letting her breasts hang free. "No…just this…do you want anything else?"
Zicoro shakes his head as Sentire kneels between his legs. "You are most important here."
Sentire gulps and gains a darker shade of red on her cheeks before feeling a hand on her head and he slowly runs his fingers through her mane. "Th-Thanks…"
Zicoro only nods at that as Sentire moves aside his loincloth slowly. Letting the already erect horsecock show itself to her view and making her lick her lips in anticipation. She leans in slowly before licking the side of it once. Turning her eyes upward, she can see Zicoro looking down at her, watching her every move. Zicoro slowly pets her mane, encouraging her to pull closer as he gave small tugs.
Sentire complies and leans in again, sticking her tongue out before licking away at the sides and slowly grips the base. Her fingers barely wrapping around it while she starts the measure the length in her mind. Her hand against his leg to steady herself, she feels the strong muscles rippling underneath the skin as it moves slightly to allow her more room. Sentire pulls her head back a little and looks at the twitching piece, already covered in her saliva except for the head. Sentire smiles a little before giving a small kiss on the head and looks up to Zicoro smiling as he keeps petting her head.
Zicoro watches her for a bit as he pets her mane until stopping and pulling her closer. Sentire catches onto what he wanted and stands up a little, showing off her hanging breasts, and moving her hands onto his legs to steady herself. Sentire slowly opens her mouth as she hovers over the twitching cock, Zicoro watching her every move and lets go of her mane, using both his hands to steady himself as he leans back. Sentire then leans down and engulfs the head, choking a bit as she did so, not use to the size of him yet. Sentire coughs before pushing herself down further, almost measuring at the same time. Sentire moans slightly as the tip slides past the entrance to her throat and slips into her neck. The length still going and now as long as her hand. She keeps diving deeper, feeling her neck distend from the girth and thinks of it at least two inches. Her ears perk up when she hears Zicoro grunt and becomes happy with herself that she can make something out of him that wasn't his usual deadpan voice. Now she kept going, coughing and choking at times when the length touches something it shouldn't. The measurement about half up to her elbow. The large horsecock hardening from her massaging muscles. Sentire stops suddenly and makes Zicoro look at her, wondering what made her stop so suddenly. Sentire starts to take deep breaths from her nose and then a big sniff of air until pushing herself down hard towards the base of his crotch. Sentire moans loudly and Zicoro groans in return. Sentire can feel the cock twitching inside of her and now can measure that the entire thing is up to her elbow. Seems that being a zebra does have its perks to her slight giddiness.
Zicoro keeps groaning until he slowly looks down to sees Sentire holding still with her muzzle up against his crotch. Sentire trying to breathe and catches his musky scent, already strengthening from the experience she is giving him. Sentire moans in satisfaction and takes in the harsh scent, enjoying what it smells like to her. Zicoro slowly moves a hand over to her head and grips it firmly, Sentire gulping down what she could when she feels the grip. Sentire tries to turn her gaze to him and sees him through her mane. Zicoro slowly pushes her head up and slides her off him, Sentire sticking her tongue underneath the cock and slathering what she could. After coming almost out of her throat, he stops short of it. Sentire takes a few breaths of air until Zicoro pushes her back down, taking it slow with each push and pull. Sentire, however, notices that each move becomes quicker in speed. The horsecock becoming lathered in her salvia and easing the movement. Zicoro grunts quietly when he feels Sentire swallow hard and one of her hands clench hard on his leg. Her other hand moving to his ballsack and massages the entire pieces, covering and lathering from the drool of what slides down from his cock. Sentire moans and causes vibrations on him as she measures each ball to be as big as she could wrap her hand around it, giving a few squeezes in hopes of making a big load coming out.
Zicoro groans deeply and now sits up, using both hands to hold her head steady and keeps pushing her down, eyeing her body as his gaze trails down to her large flank jiggling slightly behind her. Sentire moans below him and he looks back down at her head and sees her hand that she used to steady herself is now trying to wrap around his girth at the base again, lightly squeezing and sliding along with her head. His balls clench up for a second and he grunts, only precum coming out of his tip and lubing up her throat. Sentire grunts and moans along with him while her other hand slides down between her legs and under her clothes and she starts to plunge a few fingers into her snatch, already her nethers dripping away and making a mess on the ground and her legs.
Zicoro starts to pant away as he keeps slamming Sentire down onto his crotch before suddenly standing to her slight shock and starts to move his hips into her mouth, Sentire starting to squeal as she lets go of his balls and put it on his leg to steady herself and even try to slow him down. But Zicoro doesn't let up and grits his teeth, now just holding her head still as he slams his length into her, her face a clear mess from the sweat and drool over her face, making her mane stick to her face. Her chin being smacked from his balls as it swings hard, growing in size slightly as it swells from the oncoming large load. His cock throbbing along with his heartbeat. Sentire squeals again until he slams her down hard, smashing her muzzle against his crotch and having her only smell his musk. Sentire groans before a small bulge travel up his cock to his tip, reaching it and firing off a hot stream of sperm. No spurts she realized as only a steady stream keeps coming out. Zicoro grunts and pushes her against him harder a few times as each pull makes another larger amount of jizz to pour out. Sentire can feel his balls clenching up against her chin, repeatedly moving up against him as more and more of the flow keeps coming out. Sentire finally pulls her head back and falls down onto her flank, the tip ending up in her mouth and flooding it to the brim, almost choking her as she tries to swallow down what she could until the tip pops out from the seal of her lips and the last few spurts of the stream landed on her face and chest, painting her slightly as Zicoro groans until he pants and Sentire doesn't feel anymore land on her.
Zicoro pants heavily and looks to see Sentire covered with his cum, her mane matted down with the ones that landed there and her face mostly covered as she licks up what she could with her tongue and hands. Her breasts covered on the top and dripping down to the floor. Sentire gulps down what is left in her mouth and smiles up at him. "A good fuck?"
Zicoro slowly nods before reaching down and helping her up, helping her walk to his bathroom. "Please, clean up."
Sentire giggles a bit drunkenly. "Only if you do too. You need it," she says, gripping his still hard cock and feeling the slimy cum drip down the length and covers her hand. "Come on handsome," she giggles as she pulls him along inside the bath as well before turning the water on and starts to calm down. Zicoro letting her lean against his chest as the cum is washed off of her. Sentire sighs in relief and nuzzles his chest. "Thanks…hope Dusk won't be jealous."
"She knows…but she also knows you needed this," Zicoro points out as he wraps his arms around her. "She will understand once she sees you again."
Sentire hums in happiness. "Hope so…" she moans out, feeling his hand go down to her flank and lightly squeezes it. "And you're a good stallion."
"As you are a good mare," Zicoro complements back.
Trial leans against the bar table as he drinks away at the slope of a joke of a beer. "Try more of some apples. It might give it that sweet kick to it," he says to Vinyl.
"This is the fifth one with a different amount of apples in it. I tell you what, we need that apple bucking mare. She can tell how much we need to the amount of beer," Vinyl says trying to figure out the ratio of the next drink.
"When she can be gotten out of Canterlot, I will ask her," Trial promises as he drinks the regular beer. "Also, no apples in most of them. You put too much, you're liable to turn it into cider…I don't think Applejack would like what you are doing to her apples. By the way…have you been drinking?"
Vinyl stops and smiles suddenly to him. "No. What makes you think that?"
"You're blushing. That's alcohol blush," Trial points out, pointing to her red cheeks.
Vinyl giggles a little drunkenly and slides over another glass. "Well…the old rule of not drinking is long gone."
"But it is to make sure you do not swindle easily when serving your drinks," a mare says sitting by Trial. "One large glass of your finest. I don't care what," she orders as Trial looks over and notices the amount of armor and magically infused sword on her hip. Her dark blue coat and waving mane and tail behind her. However, he did spot the wings and horn on her. And that made him slightly interested. "Also, go easy on the apples, but leave a few slices for me."
"Coming right up," Vinyl says going to fetch her the drink and apple.
Trial hums as he stares at the new mare. "An alicorn I see. Are you part of the royal family?
"I will keep that a secret for now handsome," she says.
"I tend to like some secrets. So, with that in mind, how good are you?" Trial asks smirking now.
"Buy a mare dinner first," she says smirking.
"I mean fighting dear. But if you want dinner and talk, so be it. Vinyl, some bear meat here. And a few spices," Trial calls over as she finishes up Luna's initial order.
"You got it. Give me a bit," Vinyl calls as she writes and leaves the order in the kitchen window.
"And lay off the drinks till your shift is over," Trial calls after her.
"You suck," Vinyl calls back as she keeps working and trying to help make a meal.
The mare giggles, which was named Luna as Trial found out during dinner, as she was lead into Trial's room with him helping her walk. "Ah…that was the best bear meat ever. And the best sauce. The drink, even more so," she drools drunk off her flank from the ten glasses.
Trial chuckles as he helps her sit on the bed. "So now that part is over, I'm guessing you want to have a fun night?"
Luna giggles as she lays on the bed before starting to stip off her armor and underclothes, tossing them all away to the side and them rolls over to show her flank to him. "All there handsome. Come on. Show a powerful fighter what you can do that will make her scream your name."
Trial grins as he pulls his clothes off. "A flank loving mare. I like it," he chuckles at as he moves up to her and touches her flank before lightly brushing the coat, seeing the cutie mark as a crescent moon.
Luna giggles even more and shakes her flank under his touch. "Come on. What are you waiting for?"
Trial grins as he gives a little slap and feels the firmness and muscle under his hand. Luna looking back at him all the while and eyes his rising erection, seeing the size and grins while licking her lips. Trial smirks at her and grips both sides of her flank before moving his hardening erection up to her plot, pushing against it and trying to get in. Luna immediately groaning and trying to relax to let him in, feeling the head slipping in slightly. Luna groans and becomes immediately tired of the pushing and shoves her flank back hard, slipping the cockhead in and moaning more softly.
"That's it," Luna breathes out, still feeling him grip her flanks and hips firmly, putting more pressure and slipping more of his length inside. "Come on. That's it? A tease and simple every night moves?"
Trial chuckles and leans over, gripping her shoulder. "You want more?"
Luna grins. "All you got."
Trial smirks and moves his hands under her, pulling her up and pressing in firmly against him and taking his full length. Luna squeals quietly until she feels his hands slip under her legs and then pulls them apart, lifting her up at the same time and using her weight to stay inside her plot. "Now it's a party."
Luna couldn't respond as she moans out happily, feeling him throb inside of her that goes along with his heartbeat. Hooking his hands under her legs and starting to move her along, bouncing her body repeatedly while giving hard thrusts that makes a slapping sound as their flanks meet. Trial chuckles in her ear as she leans back against him, throwing her head back happily. Enjoying the ride mostly as the control for the entire thing has been taken from her. But that doesn't mean she can't still tease him.
Luna's horn glows bright blue and his entire crotch, cock, and balls are covered in her aura before giving some hard squeezes to them. Trial groans and slams his hips into hers, making sure to hold her legs apart for more access. Her mouth sounding out her emotions happily and tries to turn her head to him. "More. Come on. Harder."
Trial grunts as he lifts her legs higher, wrapping his hands behind her neck and pulling her legs behind his arms, putting her in a full nelson now. Luna gurgles and gains a fuck struck face, seeing a mirror on the wall nearby and seeing their position. Her body on full display and his cock pumping in and out of her. Her cunt leaking away and dripping onto him, wetting and making the action slicker and messy. Wet slapping heard between them.
Luna keeps watching the mirror, watching how the cock moves inside of her and how her cunt winks to the open air. But the heavy breathing makes her come back to the fact of how to please Trial even more. But she can hardly do more other than magic and her pussy squeezing and massaging the best she could. Her ears catching Trial groaning and grunting, his cock throbbing, and his balls clenching up almost against him.
Luna pants heavily until Trial grunts loudly and clenches his arms, squeezing her down against him and slamming deep into her, spurts of his load filling up her bowels and even coming out around the seal. Trial pants heavily as he slowly slips out and his load spills down onto the ground with his own remaining bits following as well. Luna pants as well but notices that Trial hasn't moved her position yet until she felt his cum covered cock touch her soaked pussy. Trying to look down, she sees the tip twitching against her, already hardened up and ready to spear her until Trial groans and slams deep into her cunt, making Luna freeze up and choke on her breath.
Trial pants heavily in her ear as he keeps his grip, shoving her around as he moves his hips again. Sometimes he slips out, but Luna's quick thinking with her magic moves it back in and tries to keep it there. Still trying to hold it in place until her magic fell apart as she feels the lightning slams into her womb. Shifting her focus and making her think on only his cock as it moves inside of her, stretching her apart and reshaping her hole.
Already Trial is gripping behind her neck, moving to get a stronger grip on her and force her down harder with each slam. Luna now squealing with each hit that drives her womb and tries to use her magic again, but it gets slammed away from that each time his cock hits her womb. Trial leans his head forward and grips and biting her neck, licking and sucking on the area. Luna only squeals louder and sees the state she is in on the mirror. Seeing how her face is matted with sweat and her mane sticking to her face. Already looking pleasured beyond broken.
"Ah…fu…" Luna moans out as Trial grunts a few times, deeply fucking her and trying to keep himself inside.
Trial grunts hard and slams himself as deep as he could, almost piercing her until his felt his cum spurt out and fill her womb to the brim. Luna almost blathers silently as Trial pants and keeps firing off jizz, some of it leaking out onto the ground. He then slowly drops her onto the bed and slips, releasing the seal and letting the cum flow out onto the ground. Luna gasps shakily and turns her head to him as he lays on the bed beside her and has a look of accomplishment on his face as he wraps an arm around her and lightly runs a hand along her flank.
"Cutie," Trial whispers and gets a kiss in return from Luna.