Several months had passed since Dash's four nights of fun with the Wonderbolts veterans. She had moved on as if nothing had happened, filled with vim and vigor and loving life. Then her suits started to feel a bit tight. That progressed to a more certain swelling of her belly. The team doctor had confirmed the diagnosis after enough time had passed. She was pregnant. But more than just pregnant.

“Five kids?!” Dash rubbed her belly in the mirror of her room and incredulously queried her reflection. As expected, her silvered doppelganger had nothing for her but her own incredulous look. “Seriously...”

A biological miracle... maybe magic was involved, was the word from the doctor. Not only was she pregnant with five kids, but based on the preliminary data, they all had different fathers. She knew exactly which five were to blame for backaches, joint pain and a temporary cessation of active flight roles. She'd kill them if she didn't need them for support. And maybe Rapid and Soarin for hoof massages and stud duties. At least she still had that possibility.

She heard the door open but was simply too in awe of her belly to turn and look at who had come in. “So... all five of them? Never would have put my bits in for that,” Spitfire said, walking into the mirror's reach. “But I got my money back on you.”

“What's that ma'am? Money? What are you talking about?” Dash turned her head a bit to regard her captain, who had a small, secretive smile on her face.

“Let me guess, the guys think we mares don't know about this little secret initiation? That's so cute. I love when they're naive,” Spitfire chuckled, placing a hand on Dash's bulging baby bump. “Whew. Five. Crowded in there.”

“Wait... you know? And you don't say anything?” Dash asked, a brow rising.

“Why would we? It's clear the guys will go after newbies. Some, anyhow. This way, at least we know and can be sure things are being handled right,” Spitfire explained.

“Huh... okay then. That's... weird, but I guess it works out. I sure liked it. But what's this about money?” Dash asked, looking forward at the mirror again.

“Simple, really. You through a bunch of charged up, adrenaline-fueled sensation-craving folks into a co-ed blender and turn out the lights and they'll screw like a power drill. They settled down eventually but, well...” Spitfire rubbed Dash's stomach again and chuckled. “Someone always hits this. So the other vet mares and I throw together a pool, which new girl is going to be the one. Honestly? Most of them picked Lightning Dust. Guess they figured she was a slut. She kind of is but, I went with you because, well... I figured you'd be the one to pull the guys. And I was right.”

Dash snorted softly but did her best to maintain a neutral look. “Not sure how to take that, ma'am...”

“Take it as I meant it, a compliment. They don't just chase anyone. There has to be something a little special about you, to be the one newbie they pick. Plus you really left an impression on them. Fire and Lightning just keep grinning at each other. Rapid mentions you now and then, even when not discussion fit-reps or anything else. And Soarin... you really got to him. He's all moony and stuff. Kinda funny, really.”

Dash gave a lopsided smile, nodding her head slowly as she took it in. To leave an impression on veterans who had had mares like her before was really something. “Thank you, ma'am. I just did my best. Like I always do.”

“I know. You were performing really well before this... incident. Don't worry. We have excellent daycare facilities and housing for mares with foals. And really, a little supplemental exercise, some training days and you'll be back out on the main squad in no time, pulling tricks and wowing crowds just like you wanted.”

“I get to have it all. That's what I was hoping for,” Dash said, turning away from the mirror and stretching out. “But for now, I'm thinking I could use a rest. It's kinda hard getting around like this. Maybe I'll take a nap.”

“Or you could relax with a massage and a hooficure,” Spitfire noted, “I hear that's supposed to be really good for pregnant mares.”

“Ehh... I dunno. I used to hang out with a fancy mare and she took me to the spa a lot. I'm not that crazy about strangers putting their hands all over me,” Dash said, “Especially not my hooves.”

“'Strangers'? Never!” Spitfire insisted, a cunning grin crossing her features. “I meant that I can get Rapid and Soarin in here to give you the full hoof treatment and a slow, deep massage, and even have them stay to take care of anything else you might need.”

Dash let out a laugh after considering that, imagining both stallions standing there in full attire, watching her lounge about, on alert in case she said something. “Ma'am, I really like your style.”

“Rookie, you proved that you deserve to be part of this,” Spitfire said with a wink before she set off. “They'll be here soon. Go ahead and lay down.”

After Spitfire had left the room Dash carefully made her way to the bed and laid herself out on it, slightly angled so that her hooves hung off the edge. She laid her head back on the pillow and placed her hands under it, adopting the posture of total relaxation that she knew well from her days of lounging on clouds and in trees. Despite a few bumps in the road she was really, really starting to like being a full Wonderbolt.

Author's Note

To anyone thinking this is odd: This was Shooter's idea. And I went along with it because I'm the world's most gigantic impregnophile.