Bow Hothoof wants to have another foal, but his wife, Windy Whistles isn't interested in getting pregnant. Eventually, the two of them have come to a conclusion.
Bow Hothoof and Windy Whistles have been married for a very, very long time. In this time, they've brought one of the fastest flyers to Equestria; their daughter, Rainbow Dash. But while the were proud of their daughter, and all she had accomplished, the house felt a little empty without her. At least, that was what Bow was thinking. And while Windy wasn't interested in getting pregnant again, let alone giving birth to another foal, the two decide to consider alternative options.
Contains: Gender Changing Commission for FriendsForever. Derpibooru: 3088630
The skies over Cloudsdale were clear and sunny. The numerous pegasi who made their homes within this cloud city went about their day in a happy display. Flying about, enjoying the comforts of the soft clouds to walk and sleep upon. As well as the fulfilling duties of managing the weather across all of Equestria. Along the cloud streets, within the rows of cloud homes, a certain him, belonging to a certain married couple, was in their living room.
Bow Hothoof, the husband was sitting in his chair, reading the paper as his wife, Windy Whistles, was pacing back and forth. He was calm, or at least calmer than his wife, but held a subtle indication that there was something the two needed to discuss. Windy eventually huffed, stopping her pacing to look at her husband. He tried to ignore whatever she was saying to him, until she lost patience and tore the newspaper from his hands.
“Hey! Listen to me!” Windy snapped, only to calm down as she huffed again. “Bow, we’ve been married for a long time.”
“Happily married, I should add.” Bow replied, smiling up at his wife, thinking his charming smile would calm her. But it wasn’t, which only caused his expression to drop. “Look, Windy, we’ve been over this, why can’t we have another foal?”
“Why? I mean look at me!” Windy replied, posing for her husband. Her body was very alluring, even as she was hitting her forties, she had a body that made even mares in their late twenties envious. “I don’t think I could handle another foal.”
“Couldn’t handle it? What are you talking about?” Bow commented, pointing to his wife. “I mean, look at you.” His hands started from the chest and worked its way downward. “Perky, round tits, still capable of having milk. A wide pair of hips, easily able to bear a child. And not a scrap of fat along your belly, perfect to get round and be sexy as fuck; just like last time!”
“That’s not the point.” Windy commented, crossing her arms as she pouted at him. “I’m too old to have a foal, I’m not as spry as I used to be when we had Rainbow Dash.”
“What? No way! You’re the hottest mare in Cloudsdale. But Windy, let’s be reasonable.” Bow interjected, standing up. “So why shouldn’t we give our little girl a sibling?”
“Bow, look at you.” Windy commented, pointing to her husband’s body. “Firm, taut muscles that can lift heavy storm clouds. A flat, ripped belly that could break lightning on. And a cock that could easily impregnate any fertile mare around.” Before Bow could say anything else, she continued. “But you wouldn’t be the one who would have to actually carry the foal. Rubbing her belly she looked at him. “After Rainbow, which felt like a bolt of lighting was coming out of me, I’m not going through that again.”
“You can’t be serious?” Bow asked, only to see the look on Windy’s face. “Well, it’s not like we can find a surrogate. I ain’t sticking my dick in any mare but you!”
“Aww, Bow, that’s sweet.” Windy smiled, but remained firm in her stance. “But sweet talking won’t change anything.”
“Look, how about we sleep on it a little longer?” Bow suggested, getting up to try and tenderly rub his wife’s back. “I think we should give Rainbow a sibling. But I ain’t gonna force you to have a foal if you don’t wanna. But I just want you to keep thinking it over. Please? For me?”
“Ugh…fine…I can’t stay mad at you.” Windy replied, giving her husband a tender kiss. “But until then, no bedtime fun.” She reached down to grab at the bulge in his pants. “Think you can keep your own lightning bolt under control until then?”
“For you, anything.” Bow smiled, chuckling a little as he felt himself getting hard at her touch. “You always did know how to make a point.”
Roughly a week or so had passed since that conversation. Bow would occasionally try to bring it up again, but Windy would politely turn him down. The two of them were proud of their daughter, Rainbow Dash. Not only was she the Element of Loyalty, a Hero of Equestria, but was a Wonderbolt now. Her parents couldn’t be prouder of her, but she had moved out of the house many years ago, moving to a floating home in Ponyville. The house, once full of life, excitement, laughs, and happy memories, felt a little too big, and empty.
Bow figured what better way to fill the house with the same excitement, would be to have another foal. He didn’t believe Windy couldn’t have another foal, but given how it went when they had Rainbow, he did agree, giving birth didn’t look to be a pleasant experience. Regardless, he wanted to bring this joy into the house, and was willing to do whatever it took to make it possible. This commitment and determination seemed to pay off, as by the end of the week, he received a letter from his daughter.
He didn’t keep his thoughts hidden, not even from Rainbow. Sending letters to and from Cloudsdale and Ponyville, the mare seemed to have come up with a possible solution. It would take a few more days of waiting, but Rainbow suggested they speak with Zecora, the zebra apothecary in Ponyville. Because of the situation, the zebra was willing to come to them in Cloudsdale. Speaking with Windy about it, she agreed to a conversation, but had no idea what she could possibly do for them.
A few days later, Zecora arrived at their home. Her ability to walk on the clouds was given to her via an enchanted ring, which was a routine accessory to all non-flyers who come to Cloudsdale now. As opposed to Bow, who dressed in a well maintained tracksuit, and Windy, who dressed in a modest skirt with a blouse and apron over it, Zecora was dressed in what could only be referred to as erotic tribal. Clothes that covered her tits, hips, and part of her ass, but everything else was fully visible; though she did hide it under a heavy cloak when she walked through the city.
“I was told this is where I may be a stallion and mare?” Zecora asked, looking between the two. “Who is seeking one of my brews for their care?”
“Oh? You must be Zecora.” Bow commented, gesturing to the zebra to enter. “Please, please, come in.”
Entering the home, Zecora took off her cloak, her body was just as exotic and erotic as rumors said. Bow and Windy couldn’t stop but stare at her as she seemed to be setting up something. A few small pouches of a spicy smelling herb, some bottles of some liquids, and a mixing bowl. Once she was finished, she turned to look at Bow and Windy. There was an air of confidence about her, as if she had done something like this before.
“Now, I was told through your messages what you desire.” Zecora asked, looking between the two. “Are you sure you wish for the potion I can acquire?”
“Yes, I would.” Bow commented, looking at Windy before continuing. “I would like a foal, to give a sibling for our daughter. But my wife isn’t interested in getting pregnant. So I was thinking…and I’ve spoken it over with her about this beforehand…it’s just…”
“We were told from our daughter that you could…change our genders.” Windy interjected, seeing as her husband was mincing his words. “At first, I was a little against it. But after speaking with my husband, and our daughter, I want to give it a try. We can have a foal, but he’s the one who will carry it. Is that possible?”
“It is possible with my brew.” Zecora commented, walking over to look the ponies over. “It’ll only be a moment for me to craft this for you.” Reaching out, she plucked hairs from both ponies. Placing it in her bowl, she continued. “Sorry, but I needed a bit of hair for the exchange.” Mixing it in, she poured in the pouch of spicy smelling herbs. “To help with this change.”
“It’s fine, just didn’t expect it.” Bow commented, rubbing the back of his head. “Is there anything else we should know about?”
“I shall need you both naked. From pants and shirt to your shirt.” Zecora suggested, not looking away as she slowly poured the liquids into the bowl and started to mix the concoctions together. “Because while this will work, it may momentarily hurt.”
“Wait? This will hurt?” Windy asked, looking back and forth between Bow and Zecora. “I mean…how much will it hurt?”
“Only for a moment, so there is no need to be so direct.” Zecora answered, nearly finished with her potion making. “This is also so your clothes do not get damaged from the effect.”
“I see, okay.” Windy nodded, looking nervously at Bow. “Are you sure about this?”
“She’s a professional.” Bow nodded, starting to take his shirt off. “Besides, think of it like going to a doctor. I have to take my pants off for that after all.”
“I suppose you’re right.” Windy sighed, starting to undo her own clothes. “It just feels…oh nevermind…”
Stripping down to their bare bodies, Zecora looked at both ponies in front of her. Bow had a relatively athletic figure, something she did not expect from how Rainbow Dash had described him. Perhaps he had taken to some form of workout regimen, or something. Regardless, he had a very fit and athletic body, one many stallions his age would be envious about. Windy’s body was equally as alluring, despite her age.
Perky, large, round tits, a thin waistline, wide hips, and a puffy and soft looking pussy. This mare’s body looked like it was born to be bred. How these two met, and how they sired a mare such a Rainbow wasn’t as much of a mystery as Zecora believed. Though Rainbow never developed breasts like her mum, she had her father’s muscles, and her mum’s ass. Finishing up the last remnants of the potion, she handed it to both of them.
“Now, when you drink these potions, similar to a spell one is casting.” Zecora explained as she kept a palm on the cover of each potion cup. “The effects will be instant but not everlasting.”
“Okay, so how long will they last?” Bow asked, looking between the zebra and his wife. “I don’t wanna turn back while pregnant.”
“It shall be no problem, provided you continue to take the proper dose.” Zecora reassured him. “Though while it will last up to seven weeks at a time, I would not want to cut it too close.”
“Alright, so if it lasts seven weeks, we’ll take a potion every five or six. That should be fine.” Wendy replied, looking at Bow. “Ready?”
“Yeah, let’s do it!” Bow replied, downing his potion while Windy drank at a much slower pace. As soon as he finished, he burped and shivered, only to then heave a little. “Ugh…okay…Zecora, was it supposed to taste that bad?”
“Foul taste, but the ideal effect.” Zecora nodded, slowly backing away. “In a moment, you will see that I am correct.”
Within seconds, both Bow and Windy realized what Zecora meant. At once, the two of them felt as if their bodies were burning, bending, and breaking from the feeling. It was foul, horrid, and painful as they hunched over in the stretching pain and increasing temperature. Their bodies were sweating, leaving small pools on the cloud floor. Panting and wheezing, the two of them looked to each other, and then to Zecora, who had now returned to the other potion supplies, seemingly putting something else together.
Bow’s body creaked, cracked, and shrank until it was at that of Windy’s height. His muzzle shortened and became smoother, more feminine. His muscular belly smoothed out, becoming a little rounder, but not overweight, while his coat became a much lighter color, while his mane grew longer and became a wavy texture. His chest slowly swelled, filling out until he was bearing a pair of large and impressive tits. And finally, while his ass was going from flat and firm, to swelled out until it was large, round, and soft, his masculine and impressive cock was shrinking. Within moments, what was once a magnificent pair of cock and balls, were a sensitive clit, and a tight looking pussy.
Windy’s transformation was no better than her husband’s. Her muzzle elongated a little, getting more masculine as hair started to grow along her lip, and cheeks. Her body stretched until it was where Bow’s once was. Her chest flattened until it was gone, with her belly becoming muscular and visibly toned. Her coat darkened and her mane shortened until it was a short and rough looking style. Her wide hips stiffened, and her pussy sealed up. Clutching at her midsection, she hunched over as she felt her new cock growing out of what was once her delicate regions. By the time Windy had settled, the pony’s cock was long, throbbing, and rather impressive; almost rivaling Bow’s former size.
“Very good, a successful transformation with a healthy haste.” Zecora nodded, handing some new potions to the ponies. “Here, drinking this will help with any after taste.” Bow and Windy immediately drank down the contents, sighing and groaning as their new throats echoed out with new voices.
“Well, that was painful.” Bow commented, her voice now sounding softer, but not too delicate. Immediately, she grabbed at her throat. “Is that my voice?!”
“Sounds so, my dear.” Windy chimed in, with his new, harsher and deeper sounding voice. “Oh shit…listen to me, I sound so deep.”
“There we go, I am happy I could offer this relieve.” Zecora nodded, packing up her things. “I shall send more dosages later, so I shall take my leave.”
“Thanks!” Bow nodded, waving a little as the zebra departed. Once alone, he looked to his wife, or rather husband. “So…what should we do now?”
“Well…I’ll admit. You’re looking really good.” Windy commented, feeling his new testosterone fill his loins. His cock was starting to grow in size. “Well, there’s no rush to have a foal yet, but wanna fool around in the bedroom?” Bow leapt at him, as the two started to loudly make out, making their way towards the bedroom and trying out their new bodies.
As soon as the two of them entered the bedroom, Bow and Windy were all over each other. The way their hands were rubbing along their partner’s naked bodies, it was like they were exploring each other all over again. Windy’s hands were so hard, so rough, while Bow’s hands were so gentle and delicate. It wasn’t until the two of them were fully in the bed, that something seemed to trigger in their minds, or rather, their bodies. Bow winced, normally being able to handle the rough stuff, and yet she felt…pain?! Was Windy just being too rough with how he groped and held his lover? And Windy felt a surge of emotions, feelings, and an inability to retrain himself. It was as if his brain was off, and all he wanted was to fuck.
“W-Windy? Windy? Windy!” Bow snapped, rousing her partner out of her stupor. Stopping, the two stared at each other. “I…I think we should take it slow.”
“Y-you’re right.” Windy commented, panting as he was trying to think as he stared at his “wife”. “I’m sorry, I just…I couldn’t take my hands off you.”
“Oh, no, no, you’re fine. I’m not angry.” Bow replied, reaching out to gently rub the side of Windy’s cheek. Smiling, she comforted her “husband”. “I think you just don’t know your own strength.” Her hands slowly drifted down along the muscular chest. “You’re just so…so strong…it’s just…oh wow…was I that strong?”
“Oh yeah, you had such sexy muscles.” Windy chuckled, reaching down to cup and tease at Bow’s new tits. “Now, you got some fucking sexy boobs. Is this what it’s like to touch them from the other side?”
“Feels good…doesn’t it?” Bow asked, moaning a little as she felt tingles of pleasure running through her chest. “S-speaking of feeling good, when did…did nipples feel this good?”
“Oh? Do you have sensitive nipples?” Windy asked, smirking playfully as he continued to tease his wife. “Then how about this?”
Groping a little more gently, Windy teased his lover, making the mare moan a little more. Being careful not to lose control, nor squeeze too hard, the stallion continued to tease his wife, making the mare let out more and more moans. It was so sweet, so gentle, and yet the alluring sounds Bow was making only made this feeling of longing and warmth swell up inside the new stallion. Swallowing hard, the two of them weren’t really sure what to do now. Sure, they were in such a rush to explore the other in their bedroom, and yet now they were there, and have no idea.
Should they fuck? Should they have the foal now? Maybe things were going too fast? These questions seemed to only cause their small touching and moaning to only make the feelings of longing grow and grow. Bow could feel her body trembling, it was different than when she was a stallion. Maybe this was a feeling Windy had felt when she was a mare? The pony couldn’t tell, and yet didn’t seem to care. Windy must’ve felt the same way when he was a mare.
“W-Windy…I feel…something…” Bow cooed, shivering as she was feeling herself getting closer and closer to a feeling. It was a warmth that was churning within her. “A-am I…am I cumming?”
“I think so.” Windy chuckled, noticing how his wife was shivering and cooing. The way she was panting, she was getting closer and closer to a coming orgasm. “I think so. Cumming just from your tits being touched…I didn’t you know you were such a dirty slu-”
Bow couldn’t take it anymore, lunging at Windy, knocking the stallion back. There was an almost fierceness in her eyes, a lust that was overwhelming her senses. As well as this, she was moaning as she pressed her mouth against Windy’s. This also seemed to be enough to further push the stallion to a breaking point. The two made out, loud, wet, and passionately as they rolled about on the bed. It wasn’t full sex, or even foreplay, but it was a display of love and affection that these new forms were giving them.
The first day of their new lives as different genders…started terribly. Because they were going to be different genders, they decided to take on, to an extent, different roles for each other. Where Windy would normally wake up early, and he did, it wasn’t his responsibility to cook the breakfast, it was Bow’s. But the new mare was fully exhausted, snoring rather vulgarly as Windy only looked on. Rolling his eyes playfully, he decided to get up anyway and take a shower.
Bow eventually woke up, but was still very tired as she rolled out of bed. Not seeing Windy was in bed, she got out of bed. Today was going to be the beginning of their new lives in these new genders. And the start of the day was going…rather awkward. He sat there at Windy’s makeup table. It was strange, the way the massive mirror was seemingly looking at her so quickly. Like a magnifying effect, it was showing a more zoomed in look of Bow’s face.
Looking at herself over, she still couldn’t believe what had happened between her and Windy. At first, yeah, it was a bit of a shock, and a surge of new emotions rushed through them and they couldn’t take their hands off each other. But now that they’ve rested, calmed themselves down, and now everything that had happened was now staring the new mare in the face. It was a little much to take in. Bow couldn’t help but admire a few of her new features, from her luscious lips, dazzling eyes, and down to her endowed tits. It was a lot to take in.
“Okay…well, what was it Windy would be doing?” Bow pondered aloud, thinking about what Windy would do when they were a mare. “I think she…he…whatever, would be doing makeup right now.”
Looking over the table, Bow found a number of drawers, as well as a few small things resting in a small, open box. She wasn’t really sure what any of these were, but wasn’t gonna go asking Windy for help. She could do it, it was only make up, what’s the worst that could happen? Grabbing the first thing, Bow opened it. It had a bit of a smell to it, but with shrugging shoulders, she splashed whatever this was on her face. That was a horrible mistake, it burned and stung as it got into her eyes.
“Ahhh?! What the fuck?!” Bow shouted in pain, nearly falling backwards as she was quickly wiping as much of this stuff off her face. “Who would put this on their face?!”
“That’s because it’s supposed to be gently rubbed on, not splashed on.” Windy commented, having left the shower and watch as Bow was struggling to put on makeup. “Don’t worry, makeup isn’t that complicated. Let me help you.”
Reaching for some of his former makeup, Windy got on his knees and started working over Bow’s face. First, he took some of a damp wipe from a box on the table, he wiped away the excess of whatever his wife had put on her face. It was smooth and soothing, making her relax a little as Windy seemed to be muttering something under his breath as he was finishing up. Content, he grabbed the same bottle that Bow used before, but rather than splash a large amount, he rubbed a little bit on his hands.
“Alright, close your eyes.” Windy commented, to which Bow obeyed. Rubbing his damp hands gently around Bow’s face. “This is a bit of foundation to help get it started. Now I’m not gonna try to put on too much, you are not ready for that. But let’s do some light cover.”
Taking a small, sponge looking cube, Windy opened a cylindrical container, containing some color that matched her coat. Patting this sponge pad thing in it, he then delicately patted it along Bow’s face. It had a small smell to it, but more a powdery smell than anything else. Windy only seemed to focus on doing his delicate tapping, clicking his tongue in a rhythmic pattern to each tap. Eventually, he stopped and placed it down, grabbing at a draw.
“Alright, so we got the basic coverage, just something to put a little more light on your face.” Windy commented, opening the drawer to pull out a brush. “And now that your mane is longer, we need to brush out the hair. Hold still.” Brushing it, he looked his wife over. She was trying, but this would be a challenge, given how they didn’t really prepare as much as they thought. “So what are your plans for today?”
“Well, I was thinking I’d go with Rainbow to do some shopping.” Bow replied, seeing how she was getting more and more fixed up in the mirror. “From there, I want to try my hand at cooking. What about you?”
“Well, if you’re gonna be out and about, I’ll stay and see if I can clean up the house.” Windy replied, nearly finished with his brushing. “But what about work? I mean, I’m retired, but you still have to go to work tomorrow.”
“Yeah, I kinda…forgot to put in the time off.” Bow replied with a blushing chuckle. “But being a weather pony is gender neutral, so being a mare shouldn’t be a problem.” She then continued to giggle. “Besides, once I’m pregnant, I can take my leave then.”
“That’s true, just be careful.” Windy commented, finishing up brushing the mare’s mane. “There we go, how does it look?”
“Oh wow!” Bow replied, looking herself over. Windy did an amazing job with the brush, and she looked so much smoother and shinier than before. “Makeup can really make up the difference, huh?”
“It can, if done right.” Windy replied, sighing as he playfully rolled his eyes. “Besides, I think you’re cute the way you are.” Kissing her cheek, he walked over to the wardrobe. “I’m pretty sure I can fit in your clothes.”
“I hope so, or else I’ll have to add shopping for clothes on the list.” Bow commented, getting up to go and look through Windy’s clothes. Shifting through the various outfits, she was confused. “Okay, there’s…a lot. Like what would you recommend?”
“Bra, panties, shorts, and a dress.” Windy recommended, not even turning his head as he was looking through Bow’s clothes. “I don’t want to overwhelm you with everything just yet.”
“Alright, it shouldn’t be that complicated.” Bow nodded, pulling through all manner of clothes. The mix of patterns, shapes, and colors were a little too much for her, but she didn’t want to admit it; only mumbling under her breath. “I can do this, I can do this.”
Eventually, the two of them were dressed and ready for the day. Windy was actually quite surprised at just how comfortable stallion clothes were. Loose fitting, not too tight, and really didn’t show off much in terms of the body. With how Bow’s old shirt was, Windy could have abs, or a large belly, and nopony would be none the wiser. Bow’s experience was a little harder. The bra she picked out wasn’t exactly comfortable, with something poking or at least the feeling of something poking under her boobs. The panties felt more like they were digging into her round ass. And finally, the dress seemed to somehow allow a faint breeze to come up and brush against her belly, sending a shiver down her spine.
“Is it supposed to feel like this?” Bow asked, looking over to Windy, who was chuckling a little as he looked at her. “What’s so funny?”
“It’s just funny seeing you like this. It’s kinda adorable.” Windy snickered, only to hug Bow as he continued laughing. “But don’t worry, you look pretty.” Reaching down, he smacked the mare’s ass. “Now, you run off to do some shopping. I’ll be here.”
“Alright, alright.” Bow blushed, hugging Windy back before giving him a kiss. “See you later.”
“See you when you get home.” Windy kissed back, letting Bow go as she left the house. “Love you!” Now alone, he looked around the house. “Alright, let’s try to clean this place.”
Walking over to the kitchen, there were a number of dishes there, and Windy couldn’t help but laugh. Though back as a mare, she would be able to clean up the house without an issue, as a stallion, he could feel a lot more energy surging through him. It was like he could go on a jog and still have plenty of energy to spare. Were all stallions like this? Or maybe there was just something in his new form that he couldn’t have done as a mare, but was always there?
“Oh well, let’s get started!” Windy said, nearly cheering with excitement. However, as he grabbed at one of the glasses in the sink, he accidentally gripped it so tight that it broke in his hand. “Ouch! Damn! Well…this might be a little harder than I remember.” Thankfully, there was no blood, but as he picked up a plate, he tried to scrub it, but ended up breaking it in half. “Okay, maybe I’m a little too strong.”
Determined to do better, Windy moved on to sweeping the floor. He’s done this plenty of times before. As a mare, yes, but he was confident that there shouldn’t be much of a difference. And even so, a broom should be far more sturdy than the dishes. He grabbed the broom and started sweeping with gentle strokes. However, the bristles of the broom couldn't withstand his unfamiliar strength, and with a soft snap, the broom's handle broke in half. Windy only stood there, grumbling for a moment under his breath before groaning out a sigh.
“Oh crap.” Windy Whistles sighed, scratching his head with a sheepish smile. "Maybe I'm a bit stronger than I thought." Next on his list was vacuuming the living room.
He switched on the vacuum cleaner and began to push it across the carpet. But as he pushed, the vacuum's handle suddenly gave way under his grip, and the machine toppled over, making a comically loud crash. As Windy Whistles moved to clean up the mess he'd inadvertently created, his eyes caught sight of a pile of laundry waiting to be folded. He carefully picked up a shirt, this time making an effort to use just the right amount of strength. He began folding the shirt with a smile of satisfaction, pleased that he was finally getting the hang of things. However, in his attempt to delicately fold the shirt, Windy Whistles accidentally tore it right down the middle, leaving him holding two separate halves.
"Well, that's... unexpected." Windy chuckled a little, as he stared at the torn shirt, his eyes widening in surprise. With a mixture of laughter and resignation, Windy Whistles looked around at the broken dish, the split broom, the fallen vacuum, and the torn shirt. He realized that his newfound strength, while well-intentioned, needed a bit of getting used to.
Bow stood amidst the organized chaos of the weather factory, her vibrant mane pulled back in a determined ponytail. The rhythmic hum of machinery filled the air as she worked, adjusting controls with practiced precision to manage the intricate dance of clouds and sunlight in the sky above Equestria. Her friends and coworkers, a group of jovial ponies she had shared countless laughs with, were busy at their own stations. As Bow focused on her tasks, she couldn't help but overhear snippets of conversations that made her stomach churn.
“Bow? Bow, is that you?” One of her closest friends, usually the source of lighthearted humor, approached her with an all-too-familiar grin. “Shit man, you look hot. What happened?”
“Windy and I are gonna have another foal, but since she didn’t wanna get pregnant, we changed genders.” Bow explained, not stopping from her work as she spoke. “I gotta tell you, being a mare is kinda hard.”
“What? No way, with a fine ass and tits like that, you probably got it easy.” The stallion responded, chuckling as he was gesturing to his friend’s body. “Shit, if I didn’t know you were you, I would’ve tried to score with you.”
“Well, good thing you asked. That would’ve been awkward.” Bow replied; her grip on the control lever tightened, her smile strained. "But let's stay focused on the work."
"Oh, come on, no harm in a little compliment, right?" The stallion chuckled, leaning in slightly. “Besides, mare or not, you’re still Bow. Come on, you know you’re a hot piece.” Before Bow could say anything, the stallion laughed again, and wandered back to his station.
Bow felt a strangeness, like a lump in her throat, and a heaviness in her chest. Was her friend always like this? Sure, he was a crude stallion, but the compliments weren't the same harmless banter they used to be. They had taken on a tone that made her uncomfortable, as if her worth was being reduced to her appearance alone. Throughout the day, the comments persisted, growing more invasive and inappropriate. Bow's concentration wavered as she struggled to manage the weather patterns on her monitor. Her friends' actions were more than just distracting; they were undermining her abilities and creating a toxic atmosphere.
“Hey Bow!” Another coworker chimed in, "You always know how to brighten up the place. First your funny jokes, now you have something better in front of you!"
“Thanks, I think…” Bow forced a smile, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "But can we all please save the comments for after work?"
"Hey, we're just trying to have a little fun here." He laughed, exchanging a look with the others and shrugged, as if her request was unreasonable. “Besides, with the fat in those tits, you gotta be thick skinned. You can take a compliment, right?” Bow tried to ignore him, but the laughter coming from more and more stallions was becoming too much.
Maybe when he was a stallion, he would crack jokes with his friends about mares, how sexy they look, or all the things they’d wanna do to them, but it wasn't fun for Bow anymore. It was degrading and hurtful. She felt their eyes on her, their gazes lingering in ways that made her skin crawl. These were her friends, the ponies she had shared secrets and laughter with, and now they were treating her like an object to be admired.
Unable to bear it any longer, Bow excused herself from her station, her steps quick and determined as she headed for the exit. The stifling atmosphere inside the factory had become unbearable. She could feel their stares on her back, but she didn't look back. She needed to escape the suffocating environment. Outside, Bow leaned against the cool exterior of the building, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, her frustration mixing with a surge of anger. She wouldn't let their behavior define her worth. She straightened her posture, her determination evident in her eyes.
“I’m gonna get back in there, I’m gonna do my job, and I’m gonna leave.” Bow said to herself, knowing that the comments won’t stop. “All I gotta do is get through today.” Heading back to her work station, she would do her best to ignore as much as she could.
After work, Bow had never flown out of there any faster in her life. Though she was supposed to meet with Rainbow at the grocery store to do some shopping for tonight’s dinner. Upon arrival, her daughter quickly hugged her, seeing the look of worry on her face. Before they could begin, Rainbow asked her mum how her day was. When Bow was explaining it, her face twisted into a look of disgust, as the older mare was still wiping some of the dried tears from her eyes.
“They did what to you?!” Rainbow asked, shocked as Bow told her how her day at work was. “Dad…sorry, mum. That’s fucked up!”
“I know, I know. I thought they were my friends.” Bow replied, groping her tits as she complained. “If I had known that having a pair of tits like this would do that…I wouldn’t have-”
“No, no, it wasn’t your fault. Never blame yourself for stupid stallions.” Rainbow interjected, hugging her mum again. “They were assholes. Plain and simple.”
“Thank you, Rainbow. Thank you.” Bow sniffled, hugging Rainbow again for a moment. “Well, enough feeling sad. We need to go shopping!”
Bow walked down the aisles of the bustling grocery store, a shopping list in her hand and a determined expression on her face. Rainbow walked alongside her with a playful grin. It had been a very long time since she had gone grocery shopping with her parents, and given how her new mum’s workday had gone, she wanted to be sure Bow was having a good time. Normally, because they were home all day, Windy was the one who did the shopping and cooked, but given their changed genders, Bow wanted to give it a try.
"Come on, Mmm! Let's grab some apples," Rainbow Dash exclaimed, already heading towards the fruit section. “We can make something good and sweet from that. Maybe even cider!”
"Alright, Dash, apples it is." Bow chuckled, her eyes scanning the shelves. “Maybe we can also pick up some cider to celebrate.”
As they approached the apple display, Bow couldn't help but notice the store was unusually crowded with shoppers, most of them female. She glanced around, her confidence momentarily waning as she felt a wave of self-consciousness. Was this a common occurrence here? Or maybe as a stallion, he had never noticed this before. But since becoming a mare, especially today, Bow was noticing more and more things she had seemingly ignored in the past. Shaking her head, she tried to build up her confidence, but remained standing in place.
"How about these? Rainbow Dash selected a few apples and held them up for inspection.” These should do. Bow nodded absentmindedly, her gaze shifting to the women around her, many of whom seemed engrossed in lively conversations about various products. The overwhelming chatter and bustle began to overwhelm her, making her feel out of place. The younger mare followed her mother's gaze and noticed her distracted expression. "Hey, Mum, are you okay?"
“Huh, what?” Bow snapped out of her thoughts, offering a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, I just got lost in the crowd for a moment."
“That’s weird.” Rainbow cocked her head, her brow furrowing. "You don't usually get all...weirded out by crowds."
“I know, it is weird.” Bow replied, letting out a small laugh, her discomfort was pretty evident. "I guess it's just that I'm used to being the stallion in these situations."
"Don't worry, Mom.” Rainbow bumped her mother's shoulder with a reassuring smile. “You've got this. It's just shopping, after all."
"You're right.” Bow took a deep breath, her confidence slowly returning. “Let's finish up this shopping and get out of here."
Bow stood in the cozy kitchen, an apron tied around her waist as she surveyed the ingredients she had purchased during their shopping trip. She had decided to cook a special dinner for her family, eager to create a memorable meal. As she began to chop vegetables and season the dishes, a determined expression adorned her face. After the day she had, she wanted to do something good. And thanks to Rainbow, she was able to pick up a number of fine ingredients; fruits, vegetables, and other food to cook a fine meal. Though as a stallion, he wasn’t the one who cooked, as a mare, she wanted to give it a try.
"Hey, Mum!” Rainbow asked, entering the kitchen with a grin. “Whatcha cookin?"
“Oh hey!” Bow turned to her with a smile, a glint of determination in her eyes. "I thought I'd whip up something nice for us tonight."
“You…cooking…” Rainbow raised an eyebrow playfully. "This I gotta see."
"Oh, ye of little faith. Just you wait." Bow chuckled, shaking her head. “After the day I had, I think we should at least be able to sit down for a good meal.” As the meal took shape, the kitchen filled with a mixture of aromas. Rainbow's curiosity got the better of her, and she peered over her mother's shoulder.
"So, what's on the menu?" Rainbow asked, trying to gauge what her mum was making. But Bow’s inexperience was apparent.
“Well, you see.” Bow replied as she gestured towards the pots and pans on the stove. "We've got a vegetable stir-fry with a homemade sauce and a side of garlic bread."
“Oh wow!” Rainbow nodded, her excitement growing. "Sounds pretty awesome!" Turning, she left her to her business. “Can’t wait, thanks mum!”
However, as Bow continued to cook, it became apparent that her culinary skills weren't exactly up to par. The sauce ended up a bit too salty, the vegetables were unevenly cooked, and the garlic bread had turned slightly burnt. Finally, Bow declared the meal ready and plated the food. Rainbow watched with a mix of anticipation and amusement as her mother set the dishes on the table. Windy was a little worried, as Bow was actually a terrible cook, but he couldn’t bring himself to take over.
"Ta-da! Dinner is served," Bow announced with a proud grin. Bringing out the numerous serving plates of food. Rainbow's eyes widened at the sight before her. The stir-fry looked a bit soggy, and the garlic bread was more charcoal than golden brown. “Well, what do you both think?”
“Oh wow.” Rainbow commented, holding in her voice as best as she could. But nevertheless, she tried to hide her skepticism. "Looks...interesting."
“It’s a lovely attempt, Bow.” Windy smiled warmly at Bow. "Thank you for cooking, dear." As they dug into the meal, Rainbow took a cautious bite of the stir-fry, her expression quickly changing from hopeful to... perplexed. She chewed thoughtfully, struggling to find the right words.
“Well?” Bow asked, looking back and forth between her husband and daughter. “How does it taste?”
“Well…” Rainbow swallowed, her expression a mix of amusement and effort to remain polite. "Um, Mum, it's...definitely unique. The flavors are...well, they're there."
“It is certainly a flavor profile only you could’ve discovered.” Windy stifled a giggle behind her hand, her eyes dancing with mirth.
"Well, I might have gone a bit overboard with the seasoning." Bow chuckled, trying to keep her spirits. Her smile didn't falter, but she looked at the meal with a critical eye. Rainbow and Windy exchanged a knowing glance before they both took another bite of the food, determined to support the mare’s efforts.
“I know you wanted to cook something good.” Rainbow commented, continuing to eat, managing a brave smile. "But you're usually the expert at flying, not cooking."
“Yeah, oh well.” Bow chuckled, shaking her head. "I guess I still have a lot to learn in the kitchen."
“But we appreciate the effort, dear.” Windy reached over to give Bow's hand a reassuring squeeze. “It's the thought that counts."
As they finished their meal, the barely edible stir-fry and charred garlic bread hadn't exactly lived up to their expectations. However, what the meal lacked in taste, it more than made up for in laughter and shared moments. And as they cleared the table together, the memory of Bow's valiant attempt at cooking would remain. But this was now the end of another day. Though the two of them had a difficult time, they continued to look forward to the next day. And as Rainbow helped clean the dishes, she hoped things would work out soon.
About a week or two has now passed since both Bow and Windy had their genders changed. And things were starting to look better. Though there were still some hiccups here and there, overall, both ponies were gonna get closer and closer to when they would feel comfortable to have their child. It was now the beginning of the day, and Bow had risen up early, showered, and was now putting on her makeup. Though she was more than capable of doing more complicated things, she still preferred to have a simple bit of cover to lighten up her face, and to brush her mane until it was silky smooth; just as Windy had shown her.
“There we go, much better.” Bow nodded, content and feeling more and more confident from her practice. “I look…beautiful…” She was so captivated by how she appeared, she failed to notice Windy had woken up, but saw the stallion moments before he snuck up behind her, and wrapped her arms around her in a hug. “Morning honey!”
“Morning, looks like you’ve been getting up before me pretty good.” Windy commented, kissing Bow’s cheek. “And look at you, you’ve gotten the makeup thing down.”
“It’s all thanks to you.” Bow replied, kissing Windy. “I like how this looks.” Getting up, she hugged the stallion before heading over to her new wardrobe. “Well, off to work.”
“Are you feeling better about that?” Windy asked, looking as the mare was getting dressed. “After what happened before?”
“I know, but it’s been a few weeks now.” Bow commented, pausing for a moment as she was putting on her bra, as well as the rest of her clothes. “Besides, after putting in a report to management, they were reassigned somewhere else.”
“Weren’t they your friends?” Windy asked, looking concerned. “I know they were crude, and not the more subtle in their opinions. But I thought they were your friends.”
“So did I, but then when I got these…” Bow responded, cupping and groping at her breasts. “But when they clearly only saw these and forgot who I was, I think maybe they weren’t actually my friends to begin with.”
“I’m sorry honey.” Windy commented, leaning in to kiss Bow on the cheek. “I know all of this has been a major adjustment. More than we considered, but I feel it’s been for the best.”
“It has been.” Bow nodded, kissing Windy back. “I think we’re almost ready. A few more days, maybe even another week or two, and we can make that baby.”
“Yeah, I think we’re ready.” Windy nodded, looking at Bow with loving eyes. “So have a good day at work honey.”
“I will, you enjoy your day.” Bow commented, smiling at her lover. “I’m thinking of a neat dinner tonight, so I’ll swing by the grocery store on the way home.”
“Okay, I love you.” Windy replied, kissing Bow as the mare was leaving. “See you when you get home.”
With Bow gone, Windy got to work on the household chores. Given the amount of time that had passed, the stallion had gotten a good hang on his strength. Chores were still a little difficult to do, as he had to go slowly, but it was still a calm and soothing process. Dishes were no longer broken, brooms were no longer snapped, and nothing else was knocked over as he would vacuum the floors. The only thing he hadn’t been able to do was to get the chores done quickly, but Windy didn’t mind.
“We’re doing so much better now.” Windy said to himself, carefully wiping and drying some plates. “This was a good idea, Bow. But I wonder if we’re going to stay this way after the foal is born?’
It was a question Windy had asked himself, though he wasn’t sure if Bow had considered it yet. Once the foal was born, would the two of them stay the same, or would they return to their previous genders? Windy didn’t really mind either or, as he had retired from the Wonderbolts, spending much of his time relaxing, and keeping the house clean. While Bow on the other hand, was still employed at the weather factory. And after the incident with his now former friends; yes, she managed to resolve it, but it still cost her, her friends. Was this for the best? Windy couldn’t say, but was at least hoping that Bow was happy as she was. But, he was certain that if Bow decided to be a stallion again, Windy would become a mare again for her lover.
Getting back to his chores, Windy had finished up the dishes, he moved onto the rest of the house. Taking the new broom in hand, he carefully, but quickly swept up the floor. After having done this a few times over the last few days, as well as getting in some practice, Windy had become much, much better at cleaning up the house without snapping anything. The numerous bits and bobbles that were on display all over the walls, and shelves, were dusted and cleaned off with the duster.
“Alright, not bad, not bad.” Windy commented to himself, looking around the house. “Well, I think I got the cleaning parts down too.” As he continued to work through the chores, his mind wandered back to Bow, how her first few days were a little rougher. “She has been getting better.” He told himself, taking a deep breath. “Alright! Let’s get the house cleaned up for her, maybe we can do something good to celebrate.”
Bow’s day went by like a steady breeze. Work had been much easier, especially after she had gotten her former friends transferred to different departments. As well as this, the administration not only gave her a written apology, but even put her in a better position so as to not be subjected to that again. All in all, it was the happiest she had ever been at work. After work, shopping for dinner was a breeze, having gained the confidence to work her way through the aisles to get everything she needed. And now, she was ready to cook a great meal for her family.
In the heart of their cozy kitchen, Windy and Bow stood in a harmonious choreography. The room was a symphony of fresh ingredients, gleaming utensils, and an atmosphere of purpose. Their past missteps had become stepping stones, guiding them toward a new path of growth and shared accomplishment. Though she wanted to be the one to cook, she had accepted that Windy was the better chef. But equally, rather than being the only one cooking, he wanted to help his wife learn and continue to grow in confidence.
Windy moved with practiced finesse, maneuvering the pots and pans on the stove like a seasoned chef. Bow, next to him, was engaged in a graceful ballet of vegetable chopping. The clinks of knives against the cutting board blended harmoniously with the gentle sizzle of food on the stove. Rainbow only watched from the doorway, unable to look away as both her parents were in perfect harmony. The two of them were made for each other, and the love between them only seemed to glow from their movements.
"It's remarkable, isn't it? Bow commented as she couldn't help but steal a glance at Windy, a soft smile playing on her lips. “How we've managed to get through all these mess ups." Windy nodded, his concentration focused on the pan in front of him. "Who would've thought that the same guy who once turned a broom into a pile of splinters could clean this house so perfectly.” Their laughter danced in the air, a reminder of how far they'd come.
“And I remember a mare who couldn’t put on the most basic makeup.” Windy added, keeping his hands busy on the ingredients. “But now, look at you. So beautiful!”
"I guess practice and determination really do make a difference." Bow chuckled, her knife skills a testament to her newfound confidence. Their synchronicity was a testament to their growth as a team. The kitchen was filled with tantalizing aromas, each scent a promise of a delightful culinary adventure. She turned to her daughter, a twinkle in her eye. "Get ready for a homemade stir-fry with a secret sauce and perfectly baked garlic bread."
“I can’t wait!” Rainbow's eyebrows shot up in pleasant surprise. "Glad to see you two are cooking together."
“Thanks.” Windy grinned, his movements in the kitchen never faltering. "Yep, we've learned a thing or two from our past escapades." He glanced at Bow, sharing a knowing smile. "Well, for starters, your mother here is becoming a culinary artist."
“Aww, thanks.” Bow chuckled, his eyes focused on the simmering sauce. "And your father has gotten a hang of his strength. No more smashing and tearing things by accident."
“Wow!” Rainbow laughed, her eyes moving between her parents with affection. "You guys really got the hang of your new genders."
The dishes came together effortlessly, a dance of flavors and textures. Their newfound skills were a testament to their determination and willingness to learn from their past misadventures. Seated around the table, the family shared smiles of accomplishment. The stir-fry looked vibrant and inviting, the garlic bread was the perfect shade of golden brown, and their hearts were full of shared pride.
“Oh, sweet Celestia!” Rainbow gasped, taking a bite of the stir-fry, her eyes lighting up with genuine delight. "This is seriously amazing!"
“See. I knew we could do it.” Windy leaned back in his chair, savoring the moment. "And it tastes even better because we've learned from our mistakes."
“Agreed! This tastes amazing! Bow raised her glass in a toast, her gaze holding Windy's with affection. "To grow, to overcome challenges, and to create something beautiful from our journey." Their glasses clinked together, the sound echoing with unity and achievement.
As they savored each bite, they marveled at how far they had come. The room was filled with warmth, not just from the delicious food but from the love and resilience that defined their family. The lessons they had learned and the memories they had forged had become the foundation of a shared narrative of growth and triumph. It was going to be time, and soon, this family would grow from three to four; or maybe even more.
It was just about time. A little under two months have passed since Bow and Windy changed into their current genders, and now they were ready for it. The new mare was well versed in the best shopping deals, was amazing at cooking, nearly surpassing Windy in some of her recipes, and had made friends with many of the mares in the city, and were getting plenty of support. Windy was doing just as well, having developed a more focused workout regiment in order to burn off any energy he had before and after cleaning around the house. As well as this, he was often enjoying some time at the pub with some of the fathers in the city, who were giving him plenty of advice on how to make a foal.
The amount of support and care Bow and Windy got, it was more than they could ask for, and now it was time for them to have their foal. The day was set, it was perfect, a perfect dinner, in a perfect house, between the perfect husband and perfect wife. The two of them were going to have the most magical evening imaginable. When Bow returned home, having been asked to just go on a small walk around the block, Windy had arranged special, sweet smelling rose petals that carefully led their way up to their bedroom. Once inside, Bow’s eyes widened, and her face blushed at the sight.
Laying on his side, naked and awaiting his lover, Windy was displaying himself in a way that made Bow’s face burst out in a heavy red blush. He was laying on the bed, his half erect cock lay lip between his thighs, and the rose petals seemed to pool around him. As soon as he saw her, Windy reached for a small handful of the roses, and tossed it upwards, letting the petals fall on his muscular body like seductive and slow falling pink snow. He winked at the mare, making her tremble a little as she wasn’t sure whether to come in, or to fly in the room.
“Well, what would you like to do first?” Windy asked, winking again at Bow. Extending a hand, he beckoned at her with his finger. “Come on, I think we’re ready.”
“Maybe we can first try taking me like this.” Bow commented, striping out of her clothes, revealing her large chest and curvy hips. Crawling onto the bed, she positioned herself towards the head of the bed, with her face lowered, and her round ass lifted if. Swaying it, she cooed to him. “Maybe I wanna feel it like this.”
Windy only smiled, getting himself in position as he was ready to fuck his lover. Positioning himself on his knees, he grabbed at Bow’s soft flank, groping it for a moment before lining up his dripping cockhead towards her moist entrance. The mare was cooing and moaning a little as she was feeling her pussy getting eager and ready for this stallion’s fat cock. She swallowed hard, feeling as her pussy lips were slowly opening up. The months have really paid off for Windy, as he was gentle, despite his strength.
It felt so good, even as only the blunt head of this cock was slipping into her moist entrance. Bow moaned as she could feel it slowly but surely filling her. Windy was so gentle, slow, and caring as he was slipping his dick in his wife’s pussy. The way it was making way, only to slowly and carefully envelop it felt amazing. This was what it meant to have a dick, feeling the warm, wet embrace of his lover’s pussy. Equally, Bow could feel her most sweet and sensitive spots were being slowly spread and rubbed by this thickness.
“How does it feel?” Windy asked, stopping a little to speak to his wife. “If it’s too much, I can go slower.”
“No, no, you’re good…it feels so good…” Bow moaned, shivering as she could feel this fat cock was going to reach deep inside her. “Keep going, I’ll let you know…when you can go…faster…” Her words were going in and out between panting breaths.
Windy only picked up the speed of his thrusts, feeling as his cock was rubbing in and out of his wife’s pussy. She felt amazing, and it was going to be hard to hold himself back from cumming. Bow was in the same position, feeling as her husband’s thick size was so good. It was making her panting and moaning more and more from the pleasure. The steady hammering of this cock as it was rubbing in and out of her soft hole, it was sending shivers of pleasure throughout her entire being.
Though both didn’t say it, the way they were moaning portrayed a similar question both asked themselves; is this how they felt? The pleasure Windy felt as his cock was swelling and throbbing in this mare’s pussy. Or the sensation of Bow’s pussy being filled and rubbed by her husband’s cock, and how her inner folds seemed to coil around and feel the thick girth reach and rub all her most sweet and sensitive spots.
“I feel like I’m getting close.” Windy grunted, his voice showing the sound of getting more and more winded as he spoke. “How do you feel?”
“I’m cumming, I’m cumming…” Bow moaned and cooed, looking back at Windy as her ass was bouncing against the hard cock inside her softness. “If you’re about to cum…cum inside me. Let’s start this family.”
“Well, I wouldn’t mind that. But I wanna try something…different.” Windy asked, still moving himself in and out of his wife as he continued to grunt and groan. “If that’s okay with you?”
“Sure, I don’t mind…” Bow moaned, not paying attention to what Windy was doing. Quickly, the stallion pulled himself out of this tight pussy, which brought the mare’s eyes back on him. “What are you do-”
Windy had grabbed Bow's arm, turning her around as if to lay on her back. Looking down at her, he smiled, laying his fat cock over her belly to show just how deep he was about to thrust himself. Bow only panted, looking at it with an intense blush on her face. Windy too looked at his wife, seeing as the mare below him was so much smaller compared to him. Looking at how big and muscular he was by comparison, it was so intense, and yet it was so alluring. A rush of pleasure coursed through her, but this was only the anticipation for the coming sex.
“Alright, I’m gonna stick it in.” Windy commented, slowly rubbing his cock down Bow’s belly and ending it at her soaked and open pussy. “Let’s have a baby!”
Thrusting forward, Bow came. The anticipation and pleasure was too much for her to handle. Reaching up, she grabbed at Windy’s shoulders, pulling him down so they could make out as they were fucking. Both pegasi embraced each other, pressing their chests together, arms holding the other in a warm, loving hug, and their hips slamming into each other. Windy’s cock was beating his cock in and out of Bow’s sobbing wet pussy.
The pleasure was intense, more than anything he had felt before, though it wasn’t like he was really using his cock for anything before this. Bow’s pussy was so tight, wet, warm, sending shivers down Windy’s spine as he was pumping in and out of her. It felt amazing as he could feel when he was gonna cum, this was the best way to ensure a foal would be conceived. The sloppy wet sounds of their bodies colliding and it was going to be the end soon.
Moaning, kissing, panting, and letting out their muffled cries of pleasure, the two of them felt as their shared orgasm was rapidly approaching. Though Bow was extremely sensitive from cumming so much, Windy was about to release himself in his wife’s pussy. With one final hard and deep thrust, the stallion bottomed out in the mare, and in doing so, came a heavy, thick, and deep load of cum in Bow’s pussy.
The mare cried out in orgasm, cumming as her ovaries were taking in as much cum as her womb would drink down. Within seconds, the stallion had released vast amounts of cum, more than the amount Bow put in Windy when they conceived Rainbow. Perhaps it was just something Windy would have always done, had they been born a stallion. It was impossible to say, but Bow’s womb accepted every drop of this life giving cum, milking out as much as it could from Windy’s cock.
“That was amazing.” Windy moaned, rolling on his back, laying next to Bow, who was still laying in her afterglow. “If I knew how good having a dick felt, I would’ve tried this long, long ago.” He then looked to Bow, cooing and twitching. “Looks like you had your fun too.”
“So good…” Bow moaned, looking over to Windy. “But we’re not done yet.” Reaching out with a trembling hand, she grabbed at the stallion’s half erect cock. “Cause I’m gonna want…this fat thing…in me…all the time.”
“Glad to see that sex drive is still there.” Windy chuckled, leaning in to give his wife a tender kiss. “But let’s take a small break first.”
Following that night, Bow and Windy never spent a single day having as much foal making sex as they could. They fucked in every possible means that they could, and Windy never once pulled out. Every night, and sometimes during various times of the day, he would fuck Bow’s sweet and tight pussy until it was gaping and cum stuffed. And these fun and sexy encounters proved to work. Within a little over a week, it was confirmed, Bow was now pregnant. For months, Windy’s personality went from somewhat smug and fun loving stallion to all but protecting and tending to Bow’s needs around the clock.
Bow didn’t mind, she actually enjoyed being pampered and taken care of. What’s more, she used this time during her pregnancy to learn a little bit of sewing from Rarity; thanks to Rainbow Dash. Though after a few months, she had sewn out enough foal clothes to last all the way until their foal should get their cutie mark. Windy didn’t mind, he just wanted to make sure Bow was taken care of. And every so often, the two of them would just start laughing, as they were now doing the exact reversal as to what happened when Windy was pregnant with Rainbow, and Bow was panicking to make sure his wife was taken care of.
Whether or not they would keep their current changed genders did come across their minds on occasion, but it wasn’t heavily discussed. This would have to be a conversation after the foal was born. But there weren't any issues whether they wanted to change back, or remain as they are. Rainbow has adapted to it, their friends have adapted to it, and both Bow and Windy seem to have adapted to the changes. So maybe they would consider staying as they are, after the foal is born.
Bow Hothoof and Windy Whistles, two beloved figures whose love had always been an anchor in their marriage, were poised on the precipice of a new, enchanting chapter of their lives. Wanting to have another baby, the two decided to go through a different method. Rather than Windy getting pregnant, Bow and his wife used magic and potions to change genders, so that Bow would be the one carrying the foal. Though it was a struggle at first, the two of them were able to get a hang of their changes, and now, she was carrying their new darling foal.
Bow found herself waking up with a flutter of excitement that was intertwined with a tinge of anxiety as the sunrise illuminated the horizon. The bedroom was decked up in gentle tones that mirrored the morning, creating a serene canvas that seemed to contain the promise of a miraculous occurrence. Her eyes glittered with a mixture of amazement and doubt could be seen reflected in the mirror by her bright smile, which framed the image of the woman in the mirror. She and Windy had been praying for a miracle for a long time, and the growing size of her belly was a sign that they were going to be blessed with one very soon.
It had now been months since that wonderful night, and now Bow was carrying their new foal. Wanting it to be a surprise, she and Windy spent these months making sure this baby would be healthy. The mornings each brought their own special brand of charm with them. The odors, which had earlier possessed a reassuring charm, had now changed into stimulants that brought on waves of nausea, however. Bow used to have a yearning for sugary pastries, but now it makes her stomach feel like it's in a knot. She struggled against the unrelenting exhaustion that clung to her like a shadow, making even the simplest of activities seem like Herculean endeavors. Windy guided her through the maze of desires and aversions with unfailing compassion and care.
Her body had been growing, more and more, rounder and rounder, as did a growing urge and hungry cravings. Whereas she had once enjoyed a wide variety of different foods. Now, all she could shovel into her messy mouth was a mix of salted foods, chocolate and peanut butter dipped pickles, and gallons of hay ice cream. The mare almost looked like a mess this way. The clothes she wore, even the ones to help pregnant mares, were still tight and uncomfortable, so she was mainly topless whenever she was home. As well as this, her knees ached, and back was sore, cramps ran rampant throughout her body, and she could barely stay away through all her fatigue.
As the months rolled along, Bow was unable to cook the meals, often just laying about as moving was becoming more and more difficult. He went into the kitchen and began preparing meals that were both traditional and novel at the same time. As she tried each dish, Bow couldn't help but crack a smile and a chuckle at his antics in the kitchen. Though this often resulted in Windy having many restless nights, he never complained. Because he had gone through this before, having been pregnant with Rainbow when he was a mare, Windy aware that striking the right balance between the culinary artistry and the diner's individual preferences for flavor was a delicate ballet, he ate each meal with a look on his face that included a mixture of optimism and laughter.
Bow sat down on the couch one peaceful afternoon as the sun laid its warm embrace over their house, and her exhaustion was evident in the manner that she slumped into the cushions. Windy positioned himself next to her, his grin serving as a visual representation of his unwavering support for her. In his hands was a tray that had some bowl of hot soup. Bow seemed to struggle to lean herself up as she took the tray.
"How are you, Bow?" Windy asked, checking his wife over. "How are you doing today?"
"It's been the same as the other days." Bow replied, as she snuggled into him and found comfort in simply being in his presence. "It's like a roller coaster, Windy. One moment I feel fine, and the next, it's like I'm adrift in a sea of emotions." "It's like a roller coaster."
"Remember that each day takes us one step closer to seeing our little one." Windy replied, reaching out his hand and grabbed hold of hers, entwining his fingers with hers in the process. "And you're doing an amazing job."
"Thank you so much for being here, Windy." Bow mustered a weary grin of gratitude despite her exhaustion, and the look in her eyes conveyed a mix of thankfulness and vulnerability. "I sometimes worry that I'm not cut out for all of this."
"Bow, you have more strength than you give yourself credit for." Windy replied, giving Bow a gentle, tender kiss. "And no matter what happens, we're in this together."
The passing of time was a peculiar phenomenon, making it difficult to differentiate between days, weeks, and months. The growing baby bulge on Bow's stomach became a silent witness to the metamorphosis that was taking place within her. Bow's attitude remained unshaken despite the sleepless nights and days that demanded new levels of endurance that followed one another in rapid succession. While Bow was lost in thought on a calm evening, the sun shed a warm, golden glow across the horizon. The evening was peaceful. Windy moved closer to her, his steps sounding like the murmur of a light breeze as he did so.
"Darling, what are you thinking about right now?" Windy asked, seeing the look on Bow's face. "I know that look on your face."
"I can't help but wonder." Bow's voice had an air of melancholy to it as she traced patterns with her fingers on her stomach. "Will I be a good parent? What if I'm not enough? I can't help but wonder, Windy." Her heart was calmed by Windy's touch as he gently cupped her cheek with his hand and stroked it.
"Bow, you've always been a source of love and strength. This journey is new for both of us, but we'll learn together." Windy replied, looking deep in Bow's eyes as he spoke. "This journey is new for both of us." Pulling Bow in, the two of them shared a loving, tender hug and kiss. “Now, let's finish this soup before it gets cold.” Bow chuckled with her lover.
As the weeks ran into one other, the calendar was marked by doctor's visits, nursery preparations, and mounting enthusiasm; hence, the countdown to the arrival of their baby felt both interminable and fleeting at the same time. The soon-to-be parents' expectations and wishes for the future were reflected in the nursery they were putting together, which was decorated in calming colors and upholstered in plush materials. And then, on a day that seemed to carry the hushed promise of enchantment through the air, the contractions started.
"Just think." Windy commented, looking over the room. "In a few months, this room will be filled with all the joy."
"And maybe a little of the stress." Bow chuckled, rubbing the back of her head. "I remember how much Rainbow screamed and cried when she was a foal."
"Now to mention how much she would fly around." Windy joined in on the laughter. "Our little girl was a flier right out the womb." Reaching down, he rubbed Bow's belly. "I wonder if our new baby will be a flier like their big sister?"
Bow wept tears of happiness down her cheeks as she held her belly in her arms while Windy gently rubbed her belly. Their emotions were overcome with a love that was both powerful and gentle, a feeling that filled them with a strong warmth. Though only months ago, she would've never believed she would be here, but now she was. A soon-to-be mother. Windy could only laugh a little more, recalling how pregnancy was when he was a mare. He shivered, not wanting to go through that again, and knew Bow was in for a much, much tougher time.
In the days that followed, Bow and Windy navigated the world of renewed parenthood, a world that was painted with both sleepless nights. Though the baby had not been born yet, the two of them were in a near constant state of uncertainty. Bow's body was becoming heavier and heavier. So much so, she would often need both hands to carry her round belly. While Windy would do everything he could to help. This often came with restless nights, but he was nevertheless supportive of his wife.
In spite of the difficulties, Bow and Windy were able to find their resilience as a couple by relying on each other for support, power, and comfort. The discomforts that filled the night were greeted with whispered assurances, and the bleary-eyed mornings offered the promise of shared joy as they marveled at the life they had created together. It was getting closer and closer to the due date. A few more visits at the hospital, and then it wouldn't be long before a new joy would be brought home.
The hallways of the hospital were a maze of busy activity, with nurses dressed in clean white uniforms and moving gracefully through the maze. The faint sound of monitors beeping could be heard in the background. Bow's pregnant belly was a visible reminder of the new life that was growing inside of her. As they got closer to the obstetrics section, their steps became a rhythmic pattern of anticipation and anxieties that they both felt. As they did so, their hands found each other. The expectant mare and their partners exchanged glances that were both excited and tinged with a little bit of apprehension as they waited in the waiting area.
The waiting room was a mosaic of emotions. Bow and Windy made themselves comfy in a pair of chairs, and as they did so, they intertwined their fingers as a sign of silent reassurance that they were in this together. After what felt like an interminable amount of time, finally, their names were called, and they followed a nurse along a corridor that was decorated with pastel colors. The examination room was a haven of peace, lit with the gentle glow of sunlight that had penetrated the transparent curtains and created a halo about the space. Bow was greeted with a comfortable armchair by the window and a large examination bed in the center of the room, both of which invited her to make herself at home.
"Hello, Bow, and Windy?" A nurse greeted them, walking into the room. Looking through her papers, she smiled at the two. "How are you both doing today? My name is Nurse Rose, and I’ll be helping you both." Bow and Windy shared a gaze, and Bow's lips turned up into a gentle smile.
"I suppose that excitement and nerves are coexisting in our group at the moment." Bow giggled, rubbing her belly. "I'm just excited to see how my little one is doing."
"Well, let's take a look." Nurse Rose replied with a small chuckle. "To put your mind at ease, let's get you situated on the examination bed, Bow. It's very normal."
Bow positioned herself on the bed, and the sound of the paper sheet rustling beneath her could be heard. Windy proceeded to sit down next to her, and the effect of his presence was immediately noticeable. While Bow was getting comfortable in, Nurse Rose started gathering the required instruments, making sure that her actions were smooth and deliberate. All in all, it felt a little much to take in, Bow was worried, but Windy was there to support her.
"Alright, Bow," Nurse Rose stated in a soothing tone. "We're going to start with a routine check-up. I'll measure your belly, check the baby's heartbeat, and make sure that everything is progressing as it should."
Bow gave a slight nod as she continued to stare fixedly at the ceiling, her thoughts racing rapidly through her head. While Nurse Rose was applying the chilly gel to her stomach, the ultrasound probe followed behind it. The movement of the probe triggered a series of sensations that were at once weird and eerily delightful. The room was filled with a steady and reassuring heartbeat that sounded like a whooshing sound. Bow's eyes welled up with tears as the sound reverberated with a truth that she had previously sensed but had only just heard, a connection to the life that developed within her. When Windy reached out and grabbed Bow's, Bow's hold was firm and kind as they savored this moment together.
"Bow, that's our little boy!" Windy commented, gently stroking Bow's hand. "Our little one."
"Everything looks great, Bow." Nurse Rose commented as she continued the examination. She maintained her cheerful demeanor and moved her expert hands with the kind of precision that can only come from years of practice. "Your baby's measurements are right on track, and the heartbeat is strong."
Bow felt a weight that she hadn't fully aware she carried fall off of her shoulders as a wave of relief flowed over her. She looked up at Windy, her eyes glistening with astonishment and thankfulness at the same time as she did so. After completing the checkup, Nurse Rose removed the gel from Bow's stomach and provided her a warm towel as she wrapped things up. As Bow and Windy exited the examination room and made their way back through the hospital halls, the world outside the windows was illuminated by the warm light of the late afternoon.
The day had finally come! Bow and Windy found themselves in a hospital room, the sun was painting the sky with shades of gold and the air conveyed a sense of wonder and joy. This moment, which they had been eagerly awaiting, was the culmination of the journey of pregnancy, which had been marked by the challenges they had endured along this journey. Bow was exhausted yet exhilarated as she lay on the hospital bed, her chest rising and falling in time with the rhythm of her breath, and her eyes glistening with a mixture of the two emotions. Windy was reassuring her in silence by standing next to her with his hand on her shoulder. He was steadfast in his commitment to be there for her and in his support.
The atmosphere in the room was electric with nervous expectation and giddy excitement; it was like a symphony of feelings. As the nurses went about their work in preparation for the advent of the new life that was about to grace the world, the quiet sound of monitors blended with the muffled murmurings of the nurses as they went about their tasks. The door was unlocked, and a nurse with a friendly and welcoming grin stepped through it. The mixture of anxiety and eagerness that was running through Bow's veins caused her heart rate to quicken. The steady anchor that Windy's stare provided amongst the storm of feelings was provided by his fingertips as they gently squeezed her shoulder.
"Don't worry, Bow. You've got this." Windy commented, rubbing Bow's shoulder as he looked at her with comfort. "I could do it when I had Rainbow, you can do this."
"Thanks Windy." Bow replied, her eyes sparkled with tears of joy, and her speech was barely above a whisper. "I am grateful that you are here with me."
Bow's feelings were weaving themselves into a pattern of astonishment and expectation as the medical staff bustled around them in preparation for the imminent arrival of the patient. The reassuring contact of Windy's hand on her own was a stabilizing force that brought her back to the here and now. As Bow's labor became more intense, the room almost immediately appeared to go silent. Her hold on Windy's hand became increasingly firm as she matched the rhythm of the contractions with each breath.
Then, after what seemed like both an eternity and a short moment at the same time, the world around us appeared to undergo some kind of change. The sound of a newborn baby crying could be heard throughout the room; it was a sound that was both natural and amazing. Bow's face was riven with tears of elation as she held their newborn child for the very first time. The infant, a teeny tiny bundle of life, was cradled against Bow's chest. When looking at the spectacle in front of him, Windy's eyes were filled with astonishment and happiness at the same time. He had never seen childbirth from this end before.
"Bow, take a look at our new baby." Windy said, holding the newborn foal. Handing the baby over to Bow, the mare only seemed to feel the immense pleasure and warmth of this newborn life.
"Oh my..." Bow cooed, her voice was trembling with passion as she cradled their newborn child in her arms and traced intricate designs on the baby's smooth skin with her fingers. "Windy, our little baby."
"Very good, a young, healthy baby colt." The nurse smiled as she tenderly cleaned Bow's cheeks to remove the tears that she had shed, and her grin was a reflection of the magic that permeated the room. "I want to offer both of you my sincere congratulations on the arrival of such a precious new life into this world."
While the nurse was performing the preliminary checks, Bow's heart began to fill with a love that appeared to be unbounded by both time and space. She was overcome with a sense of awe and amazement that was unparalleled by anything else she had encountered in her life with each and every sound and movement that their newborn made. Windy leaned in closer to the infant, his fingers lightly touching the child's cheek.
"So small, so precious." Windy commented, cooing as she held the colt closer to her. "He's so beautiful."
"He is, he's our little boy." Bow spoke in a soft whisper, and never took her eyes off of their baby's face while she did so. "Our precious little...Cloudy Sky."
It looked as though time had stopped when we entered the room because of how silent it was. The love that bound Bow and Windy together was a cocoon around the new life that they had brought into the world, and their hearts were entwined with it. The road of pregnancy, with all of its challenges and unknowns, had led them to this moment, a moment that was pure and sacred, a tribute to the love of this fresh beginning. A new, precious life had been born, and for these two pegasi, their lives were forever changed.
Bow and Windy had embarked on a journey that would transform their lives when they became parents. This all began when they decided to have a foal, and through magic and potions was able to change genders. Now Bow was the mother, and Windy was the father. Their home, which had been a place of peace and quiet in the past, now resounded with the gentle tunes of a new existence. The couple's hopes and aspirations for their future family were on display in the nursery, which was designed in soft colors and furnished with cuddly toys.
As Bow and Windy accepted the challenges and rewards of caring for their newborn, the days and nights melted into one another without interruption. A symphony of babies cooing could be heard in the air, along with the scent of baby powder and the coziness of blankets that were sewn into the fabric of their days. As well as this, the endless screams of a restless foal were often too much to bear. The first night at home had been a tornado of emotions; it had been an orchestra of sobs and laughter, accented by the uneasy shuffle of inexperienced hands.
Bow cuddled their newborn against her chest, her heartbeat creating a calming pattern that intertwined with the newborn's intermittent hiccups and coos. Bow and her partner had just given birth to their first child. Windy walked the room, his motions a combination of hesitation and determination, the creaking of the floorboards providing a soundtrack to his thoughts as he did so. A pleasant radiance pervaded the space, which was lit only softly by the light of a single nightlight. Bow's eyes darted back and forth between Windy and their child as her countenance morphed into a complex tapestry of feelings. Windy slowed his pace and looked up at her with eyes filled with tiredness and wonder as they shared a moment together.
"I think you've done enough." Windy commented, looking over his lover. "You're on the brink of collapse, and raising little Cloud hasn't been helping."
Bow opened her eyes, and although they were tired, love could still be seen shining brightly in them. Just your presence, Windy; it makes all the difference in the world. They looked at one other with smiles of mutual understanding, the type of smiles that could contain an entire discourse inside their depths. Windy made himself comfortable in a chair next to Bow, and while the two of them negotiated the unpredictability of this new phase together, his hand found hers.
The lives of Bow and Windy became a symphony of feedings, diaper changes, and stolen moments of relaxation as the days went into weeks. They rejoiced in the smallest of victories, such as the first time their child looked at them in recognition or the ecstatic grin that followed a session of successful tummy time. In spite of this, there were times of weakness interspersed with the victories. There were evenings when sleep appeared to be a distant memory, and the tiredness settled into their bones. One evening, when they were sitting in the living room which was surrounded by the gentle glow of candles.
"It's much more difficult than I had anticipated." Bow chuckled, cuddling their baby while speaking with a voice that was a mixture of compassion and exhaustion. "But I love him so much."
"Oh yeah, it wasn't easy with Rainbow when she was a foal." Windy replied with a small laugh, keeping his gaze fixated on the baby's beautiful features as he gently sketched patterns with his fingers on their baby's little hand. "This is a difficult situation, but we are working through it together as a team."
"I know, I just didn't expect it to be so hard." Bow commented, sighing a little. When she met Windy's gaze, she had a glimmer of tears in her eyes, but her voice was still calm and determined. "I just want to be the best parent that I can be for our baby."
"Raising a child is always gonna be hard, but it can be very rewarding." Windy replied, letting out a small sigh as he looked at Bow. "Rainbow didn't make it easy for us, but we managed to pull it off." As he drew in closer to her and planted a gentle kiss on her forehead, Windy's grin was comforting and reassuring. "You are already the best, Bow. Together, we got some experience, so we can do it."
As the weeks and months passed, their house transformed into a place filled with love, growth, and laughter. Their baby's first words were celebrated with claps and joyful laughter, and their baby's first steps were greeted with applause and encouragement. Despite this, there were still nights of teething and restless sleep interspersed among the major milestones, with the shadows of tiredness periodically tugging at the boundaries of their sleep.
One day, when they were sitting in the backyard with a plush blanket spread out underneath them, their baby giggling between them, tiny fingers reaching out to discover the world around her. Awe and melancholy could be heard in Bow's voice at the same time. As Windy joined Bow on the blanket, the sound of their child laughing could be heard in the air. Windy's look was gentle. Bow leaned into Windy's side, and the two of them cherished the moment together with their shoulders touching.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of amber and rose, Bow and Windy delicately placed their newborn in the cradle, their fingertips brushing over the baby's smooth skin and exquisite hands. As the sun continued to set, it painted the sky in shades of amber and rose. They remained by the cot, their hearts filled with awe and appreciation for the life they had brought into the world through their efforts.
"It seems so long ago." Windy asked with a smile that evoked nostalgia, "Remember those sleepless nights?"
"How could I possibly forget?" Bow replied, giving a low chuckle while gazing at you with an expression that was equal parts affection and melancholy. "But just take a look at how far we've come."
"Oh yeah, this was more than even we expected, but it was worth it." Windy placed her arm around Bow's waist, bringing her in for a closer look. "Looks like we did a fantastic job."
In the stillness of the evening, as the first stars began to glimmer in the night sky, Bow and Windy had a moment that seemed to last forever; it was a moment that captured the challenges, the sleepless nights, and the infinite love that had weaved their path together. They came to the realization that parenthood was a dance of difficulties and successes, of weariness and excitement; it was a journey that was defined by their unchanging love for one another and the life that they had brought into the world.
