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// Chapter 14: Odd Mornings (working title) 
// Story: A New Life, or an Old Strife? 
// by Chrome Masquerade 
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[Caramel Cream]

I woke up feeling kind of bloated, and a bit nauseous. I dashed to the nearest toilet and was immediately losing whatever was left in my stomach. Ugh.

With that, I pussy-hoofed my way downstairs; carefully, as usual.

I found that Thunder Roller was making breakfast for the lot of us. Nearby there were several plates piled high with pancakes. By all appearances, he was fully intent on making breakfast for everypony!

I ambled over to a nearby couch and laid down, resting my head on a cushion.

Thunder, noticing my presence, said, "You okay, Caramel?"

"Nope." I said flatly, shifting to one side. "Let's just say I had to take care of something... a tad more unpleasant than usual."

Pointing at my exposed side, he commented "If those are what I think they are, then that won't be the only thing you'll have to take care of, pretty soon."

I looked confused, but then looked down at my side.

Emblazoned there, on either side, were symbols of an apple beside two cinnamon sticks(1).

Paternity marks; the cutie mark of... the one responsible(2). That could only mean one thing:

I was pregnant when Discord cursed us and it only just now came into effect.

My left eyelid twitched a few times.

"DISCORD, YOU F-"





I swore as much as my ponyisms would let me for the next solid minute. I was positive that somepony woke up.

"Feel better?" Thunder Roller asked.

I sighed. "Kinda? It felt good, but I  need to channel the rest of that emotion. If you need me, I'm going to the weight room. I have an appointment with the heavy bag."

As I walked off, Thunder Roller paused a moment, then said, "Wait, wait, wait... this place has a weight room?"

So saying, he started following me.




(Back to Winter Fields)

I yawned, sitting up in bed. I was feeling kinda off. A touch dizzy. And REALLY hungry, specifically for something sweet and sour.

Still not entirely awake, my magic poofed a large package of sour gummy bears into existence, the contents of the bag (once opened) floating into my mouth, more or less Higitus Figitus style(3). Minus the music.

After that, as the flavor hit me I noticed that I was using my magic unconsciously. And that it was still holding the now-empty package. I blinked twice; that was all the surprise I showed as I chewed silently.

I also noticed that one of my pillows was half the size it was previously.

Swallowing, I muttered, "I just know this is going to go to my flanks. In the... short term, anyway."

My stomach gurgled. Looking down, I noticed...

Marks of three apples, cut widthwise part of the way on one side... and a fireball on the other(4).

That was FAR more surprising. Perhaps the calories wouldn't be going to my flanks after all

My face flushed, the colour slowly spreading down my body until my whole coat was cherry red. My wings also spread wide.

Yep. Apparently, my transformation was officially complete, now. And I'd been in a threesome some time before being banished.

Suddenly, a video clip appeared beside me.


Now was a good time to go back to sleep.

I fainted. At least I was in the right place.
Another clip appeared.





(Kendo Rein)

I awoke to the sound of an angry shout.

"-BAREBACKING, BOTTOM WHORE, NAGGER DRAGOOON!"

There was the sound of heavy breathing.

"Feel better?"

"Kinda?"

I was still out of range for the rest of what the second said.

"Wait, wait, wait... this place has a weight room?"

My eyes widened; this I had to see!

"Hey! Wait for me!" I called.