Sandra smiled and pointed at the mark on her flank. "I don't want to get fat and slow. This will sound bizarre, but can you make it so that I lay eggs kinda early? Then I can do this whole 'breeding' thing and still be at your side when things get dangerous? I didn't come this far just to hide now."
I reached for her with a hoof, drawing her close and lifting her into reach of my hands. I cradled her gently, one hand tracing over the swollen belly of her mark. "I have to admit, A pretty big part of me would be entirely fine with you hiding while I go off and do stupid things. I don't want you hurt, Sandy."
Sandra snorted softly. "It's my choice, not yours. I love you, you big idiot, and I want to be by your side, not hiding in a hole." Her tongues slipped free and washed over our faces. "Please?"
Cindy tilted herself a little. "You don't want wings, or a horn, or maybe a big horse cock?"
Sandra flushed and laughed at once, hooves wriggling. "You're crazy. I don't need a big floppy thing right now, or ever. Wings wouldn't be... bad... but can you do that and the eggs?"
I shook my head. "I'm still new to this, but I think we have enough juice to do one or the other, not both."
"Egg then." Sandra squirmed in our arms. "Go on."
I focused on the gift in her and ran it over her mark before sinking it deep into her womb. As the energy gathered I envisioned her internals working to make eggs, and her vulva being flexible enough to eject them without tearing or any significant pain. I could feel interference and a glance showed Cindy was making her own little tweaks. Her ovaries subtly changed, releasing eggs more frequently, her womb ready to catch our seed almost any time, to spill individual eggs as they got large enough to survive.
With an obviously pleasurable flash, Sandra moaned and stretched her legs out as her mark changed to a pile of eggs, reflecting the same purpose and altered means. "Whatever you're doing, it feels great." We couldn't keep it up for much longer, the gift fading away from inside Sandra, locking her form into place for the rest of her life as far as we knew. I could still feel the gift rumbling inside our body, waiting to unleash something, but I didn't know what.
Cindy suddenly smiled. "I put your current foal in an egg."
Sandra tensed. "I... should have known I would have one, but hearing that... Thank you. Our first." She wriggled in her arms until she was upright, and nuzzled at both of us. "Our foal, together. I know we don't have any priests around... but I'd like to think we're kind of married?"
I squeezed Sandra. "There's no 'kind of' about it." We snuggled quietly for a short time, enjoying one another's fuzzy forms before I set her down. "Let's see if we can't open some talk with the humans."
We fetched Ian from the room and Crystal took us all to the room with the maps. "These are where we know there are people. I'd ask if you want a military base, but they've become one and the same by and large. Anywhere there are still people, there are military trying to keep them people."
I had a sudden thought. "Sandra's an earth-type pony, isn't she? Can you make plants grow?"
Sandra shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I can? I didn't try."
Cindy caught on to my idea quickly. "We could use that as another demonstration, if they don't believe we're serious."
Sandra pointed at what looked to be a largest city in range. "Let's go there. We can look for opportunities, maybe catch someone alone and get a chance to talk without a dozen of his friends riddling us with bullets. A friendly word and start will go a huge way to making this work."
I nodded in agreement. "It also means we can give Ian over, if we manage it. I don't want to risk him. He's not our shield. It also means we need to be more careful. More people, more military, more everything."
We were as prepared as we were going to be, so Crystal moved between us all and we were quickly transported to a thick copse of trees. "You'll have to reach me through our mental contact as best you can. I won't otherwise know when to come back for you. Good luck." With a last glimmer of light, she was gone.
Sandra perked an ear. "Am I the only one that noticed she does that without a horn?"
Ian shook his head, looking confused. "Do you need horns to do crazy horse things?"
Sandra opened her mouth to reply, but then clicked it shut. "You have a point... Say, Ian, are your parents alright that you know of?"
Ian shook his head and looked miserable. "They were caught... Some horses tackled them and then some people shot all of them, horses and my parents."
I let out a sigh. "Well let's not go for a sequel of that. Stay low and keep up with us. We're going to get you to safety, promise." Of course, there was the first, basic, issue. I was kind of a large and odd object they'd spot easily if I stood in the open. The answer came to me quickly. "Sandra, dig."
Sandra perked her ears, looking confused a moment before it came to her as well and she tried tearing at the earth. She was an earth-type, and she was soon moving huge clods of dirt around until she went underground and expanded it enough for Ian and I to follow behind her. We were on our way. "Let's just get close enough to watch for patrols, but not too close they might hear us if they have listeners, or be taken for an attack."