Chapter 3

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“Please tell me you’re joking?” a voice says from somewhere. It sounds faint, as if from down a long tunnel. I can tell it’s worried, though how I know I can’t say.

“I’m sorry, Princess,” says another voice, sounding just as far away, though there is regret behind it masked by firmness. “We went over the tests multiple times, before you did the same. The results haven’t changed once.”

“But it can’t be!” the first voices says again, sounding a bit closer this time, as well as louder.

“The doctor’s know what they are doing,” another voice says. This one has worry etched in it, along with several other things I can’t place. “You know they would not lie about this.”

I slowly open my eyes to see white. I blink for several moments, before I realize I’m looking up at a ceiling.

“euh...” is all I can manage to get out of my mouth.

“She’s awake!” I slowly turn my head, before wincing. My head is pounding worse than ever and I feel like my body is laying in tar.

In my blurry vision I see something orange and purple. Sadness and worry are coming off it.

...

How do I know that?

I wince as my head throbs again.

“E-easy, Flash,” a quivering voice, the one from before says and I feel something gently press on my shoulder from the side the orange blur came from.

After what feels like forever my vision clear enough to see things clearly. I’m in a hospital room of some kind. Scratch that, it looks like a hospital wing; most likely the one in Canterlot Castle. I’m laying in a bed, wearing a mange-green hospital gown.

Standing around the bed are several ponies. Scootaloo is closest to me, her face soaked with tears, though she’s giving a weak smile.

The other ponies are Kind Heart and two other doctors, both mares. Standing by them is...

I sigh, closing my eyes before opening them again and looking at the other pony; a lavender Alicorn with a blue mane and tail with a purple stripe through them and a purple six-pointed star surrounded by five white stars Cutie Mark. Princess Twilight Sparkle.

Though, from the way she’s looking at me, eyes filled with such despair... I have a feeling she was more to Flash than just a princess.

“Flash?” she asks tentatively, taking a few steps around til she close to my other side. “Do you...? Do you really not remember anything?”

I sigh, shaking my head. “I’m sorry...” I sigh again. “Am I allowed to just call you Twilight?”

She nods, sobbing.

I close my eyes, then look at her with genuine sadness. “I’m sorry, Twilight. The Flash Sentry you knew... he’s gone and... I honestly don’t think he’ll be coming back.”

She burst into tears and pulls me close.

I feel a warmth coming from her, like I had before I black out, but it feels different this time. It feels... colder, less happy.

My sense of moral tells me to comfort her, but my body feels so sluggish; it won’t move properly. Instead, I do my best to lay my head against her, murmuring that it’s okay. It’s the best I can do right now.

After several minutes of Twilight sobbing into my neck, a cough from one of the doctors makes the three of us look to her. She’s an alabaster unicorn with blue eyes and a red mane and tail.

“Mr... um, Miss Flash,” she says, her voice a bit hesitant, but a nod from me spurs her on. “Do you know why you fainted when Princess Twilight came at you in the hall?”

I sense sadness from the lavender mare, different from before. I sigh, shaking my head. “All I remember is this wall of some warm energy slamming into my like a freight train. Next thing I know, I’m waking up here.”

The unicorn sighs. “As I expected. With what the results show... it shouldn’t be surprising.”

I blink, before remembering what I’d heard as I became conscious. “Um... what exactly is wrong with me? You know, other than the fact I’m now a mare with no proper memories of anything,” I add, giving a weak smirk.

Kind Heart sighs and steps forward. “The Changelings...” she pauses, looking away. “Remember how your gender changed because of them.”

I almost think of correcting her, before I remember what Discord told me. While he was the one to fully change my gender, I would have ended up female because of what the Changelings had done to me beforehand anyway. He just sped up the process.

I give a small nod, before wincing. Doing that with this headache was not a good idea, in hindsight.

Kind Heart nods, before closing her eyes. “Your gender isn’t the only thing they changed.”

I blink. Why do I have a bad feeling about this?

The doctor from before coughs. “It seems that, whilst you were held captive, before you escaped and lost your memory, along with you gender your... DNA suffered, as well.”

It takes a few moments to process her words. Once their meaning hits me my blood runs cold. “I... I have... Changeling DNA?”

The doctor nods solemnly. “Luckily, it seems you got away before the change could go beyond your gender and slight alterations to your physical body.”

I gulp. “L-like...?”

The doctor gives a cold smirk. “What do you think knocked you out?”

I blink. “Something warm. I felt it from Scoots when she came to me. When Twilight came close, I felt it again, though it hit me like...” I blink several times, my eyes going wide. “You mean I...?”

Kind Heart nods. “While the change to your body isn’t much, you know have enough Changeling DNA within you that you now seem able to sense emotions like their kind does.”

I frown. “And just how do you know how a Changeling senses emotions?” I want to trust Kind Heart, but what she just said, coupled with everything I’ve learn my body’s been through since before I woke up in it, I feel a need to be cautious.

Now that I’m aware of my emotion sensing abilities, I can feel a nervousness coming from the unicorn mare as soon as I pose my question.

“Studies on Changeling bodies have yielded much information about their kind,” the third doctor, a green unicorn with a brown mane and tail and grey eyes says matter-of-factly.

It takes a moment for part of what she said to process and I feel myself shiver. To study bodies... they’d have needed dead Changelings. I could only assume they were the bodies of though found after the Canterlot Invasion back at the end of season 2. I’d rather assume that, anyway.

Then I remember why we were even talking about that and shudder. I’m part Changeling. Great.

I can feel Twilight and Scootaloo’s anxiety and, using what strength I have, give them weak smiles.

“Has everypony forgotten about me?”

It’s only now that I notice one more pony amongst those gathered near my bed and my eyes widen in shock. Standing nearby is the tall, white-coated, flowing multi-coloured maned mare that I know right away is none other than Princess Celestia.

It’s strange. The Brony part of me wants to jump with joy... but it’s remaining quiet as well. Guess the severity of my situation shut him up a long time ago.

I give a weak smile. “Princess Celestia...” I only now notice how hoarse my voice sounds. “I’d bow... but I’m not really capable right now.”

She shakes her head. “Understood, Flash Sentry. You have been through a lot.”

I lean back, enjoying the warmth coming from Scoots and Twilight. Though I feel a bit guilty as the emotions are meant for the Flash Sentry they know and love, not the cardboard cut-out I am, it still makes me feel a bit better.

That is until I hear a spell being cast.

I open my eyes and lift my head a little to see the third doctor’s horn losing an almond-coloured glow.

“What kind of spell did you just cast?” I ask, confused. I couldn’t feel any heeling magic being used on me, I remember how it felt since Kind Heart had used it on me a few times on the way to Canterlot.

All three mares blush. Strangely, Twilight leans up, a blush on her own face. Hell, even Celestia is blushing, if only slightly, but it really shows against her pure white fur.

“Um, Flash...” Twilight fiddles with her hooves. “You’re in heat.”

I give her a deadpan look, or at least the best I can manage of one. “Kind Heart already told me that. I’d rather not have it rubbed in my face, thanks.”

Twilight’s blush seems to deepen. “Yes, but... you’ve got it really, really bad.”

I blink, before gasping, my legs, though immobile, trying desperately to push themselves together. Oh, sweet merciful lord. It’s worse than before. My nether feel like someone’s holding hot wax against them.

I whimper, shutting my eyes. “C-can you make it stop?!”I barely manage to finish without gasping.

Everypony aside from Scootaloo sighs, before I feel a tingling around me and the searing heat dies away slightly. It’s not as bad now, but I can still feel it.

“I’m afraid that’s all we can do for you, Flash,” the green unicorn says, shaking her head. “I think the Changeling DNA within you is making it worse. At best, we can lessen the feeling of your heat. However, the only way to really stop it is—”

The look on my face stops her and she looks away, blushing.

I slump back, letting my head rest against the pillow. I am not having sex with a stallion. No. Fucking. Way.

“So, the other spell?” I ask, able to properly think without that distraction from my nethers being so prominent. “The one you cast before. What was it?”

Kind Heart sighs. “It was a dissipation spell. It stops the smell of your heat from leaving your bed.”

I take a good sniff and wince. Oh, God. That’s strong. Pretty sure if I were still a guy, that scent would’ve made me dead to everything but. “Gratitude.”

“Come, my little ponies,” Celestia says to everypony, clearly even meaning Twilight and Scootaloo. “Flash will need her rest.”

Pretty sure I’ve rest enough, but with my body the way it is right now, I can’t really object.

My heart aches a bit more at the look on Scootaloo’s face.

I move my good foreleg and ruffle her mane. “Hey, squirt. You’ll see me soon, okay?”

She gives me a weak smile, before following the others out.

Twilight pauses for a moment, before returning and kissing me, right on the lips and whispering, “Please get better soon,” then hurried off to join the rest of the retreating ponies.

Long after the doors have closed and silence has fallen, save the beeps of the machine connected to me, I’m still laying in bed, my eyes wide. Did... did I seriously just get my first kiss... and from Twilight freaking Sparkle? Oh, God. How many Bronies would be fuming in jealousy if they could see me right now?

When I finally manage to pull myself out of my mind-lock and slump into the bed and stare up at the ceiling.

Even if only for a few days, this is going to be a long wait until I’m out of this room and I have a feeling I’m gonna hate every minute of it.

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“Where is our child?!” a slightly scratchy female voice shouts, following the doors to the hospital wing being thrown open with a loud bang.

I almost jump out of my bed in fright, Scootaloo yelping, just as startled.

It’s been about two days since I first woke in this hospital. My injuries are pretty much healed. Gotta love a Pegasus’ rapid healing ability.

Twilight and Scootaloo have visited both days. Though I have scolded Scoots for skipping school just to be with me... even though she is justified in wanting to be with her older sibling who’s been missing for so long now.

Earlier this morning, Princess Cadance and Shining Armour visited. They told me I was still a member of the Royal Guard and my condition would not mean my having to leave.

It was nice, knowing that, despite fans hating Flash’s guts, the ponies were caring about my situation and being considerate.

Princess Cadance told me I could return to the guard whenever I wanted and that there was no pressure for my return too soon. She didn’t want me coming back under 100%.

However, despite my body having healed thanks to my Pegasus magic, my headache hasn’t gone away.

No matter what the doctors do, they haven’t yet been able to find the reason for my constant headache, but have chalked it up to my body trying to adjust to the new Changeling part of me.

And that banging and shout certainly isn’t helping my headache in anyway.

However, I’m barely given time to consider this before I’m pulled into the grip of somepony, who holds me tightly.

After I manage to get some air back into my lungs I focus on the pony standing behind the one holding me.

I blink. It’s Soarin of the Wonderbolts. Huh?

I shift my head a little and my confusion only grows. The pony holding me tightly, as if afraid I’ll vanish if she lets go... is Spitfire?

“I-I... I thought we’d never find you,” the captain of the Wonderbolts sobs into my neck, tears running down her face.

“Um...” I say, not really sure what’s going on here.

“Mom, it’s okay,” Scootaloo says, putting a hoof on the older Pegasus’. “Flash is back. Our family’s together again.”

...

...

What?

I blink, looking at Scootaloo with wide eyes.

Scootaloo’s parents are Spitfire and Soarin? Okay, yeah, it had been a fun theory some fans had talked about, but it’s legit?

Wait a minute. Scootaloo is Spitfire and Soarin’s daughter? But... she’s Flash’s little sister. Wouldn’t that mean...?

You. Have. Got. To be. Kidding me. Not only is Flash Scootaloo’s sister, but the child of Spitfire and Soarin?!

I feel the world fade away as my brain shuts down and, for some reason, I keep hearing the words “Does not compute” over and over as I lose consciousness.

When I wake up a few hours later, I actually ask Spitfire if what I thought before passing out is correct.

Yep. It is.

It seems Spitfire and Soarin are a lot older than the show made them seem... or ponies just age far better than humans, which wouldn’t surprise me, really.

I feel guilty again at having to tell ponies important to Flash’s... well, my life, that I can’t remember them as my parents. Hell, the only times I’d seen these two hadn’t really ever suggested them being married, let alone parents.

Though, comparing myself and them, I can see the resemblances. My coat is like Spitfire’s and my mane and tail match Soarin’s pretty well too and I can even see the resemblances in Scootaloo, now that I’m thinking about.

Soarin says that he is a bit surprised that I’m a mare now, but Spitfire says it doesn’t matter, because I’m still their child. That does make me feel a bit better, really.

We spend the rest of the day talking, them reliving memories of me in my foal years... jeez, that sounded even weirder than I thought it would in my head, and the mishaps I got into.

One thing that made me swell with pride was how they told me I’d always looked out for Scoots when she was little... though I hadn’t apparently been able to do much since being promoted in the Royal Guard, which seemed to take place before season 1 of MLP from how Scoots talks about Twilight not being in Ponyville at the time and it had apparently gotten harder since I’d been assigned to the Crystal Empire.

When visiting hours are over, Spitfire asks when I should be out.

I tell her I’ll be out of the hospital wing tonight, but I’ll be staying in the castle in one of the guest bedrooms until the princesses are sure it’s safe for me to leave the castle. After all, there’s no telling if the Changelings are waiting to come back for me.

As soon as the door closes, however, and I can no longer hear their hoofsteps or sense their emotions, I gasp, falling back against my bed and curl into myself, whimpering.

My heat is horrible! The spells that had lessened it before aren’t working anymore. I try hiding it, my brain reminding me that the reason I’ve been able to hide it so well is because of the Changeling DNA within me and maybe I’ve a teensy bit of their disguise magic, though it’s hard to focus on that with their burning.

I wish I could end this horrible heat, but the only way I can think of that happening is something I do not want to do.

I quietly sob, thinking that, at least once I’m moved to my own room in the castle, I can try and ride this out in their until it ends. I just hope that time comes soon, because this is just torture!

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I slowly open my eyes, blinking blearily in the morning sunlight trickling through the curtains.

I’m laying in a lush four-poster bed in one of the castle’s many guest suites. It’s been a few days since I got out of the hospital wing and was moved to stay in this room.

I sigh, closing my eyes. I feel so relaxed. Every morning prior, when I’ve woken up, it’s been to that horrible heat, which always made me wish I hadn’t woken up in the first place.

Now, I feel a peacefulness. No heat. No burning sensation. Sure, I've still got that pounding headache, but I've gotten used to it by now, so can ignore it. With my heat no longer bothering me, the only thing I feel is the slushing of my stomach as I role over and...

Wait. WHAT?!

My eyes jerk open, only to widen further at the sight before me. Laying next to me, a cute scrunch expression on her face as she sleeps... is Twilight Sparkle! I can feel a happiness flowing from her thanks to my new emotional sensors.

I freeze as I realize my stomach is pressing against hers... and feels a LOT bigger.

With ragged breaths, I lower my head and barely suppress a scream.

My stomach is bloated out and distended. I look like I’m several months pregnant!

I shudder as memories of the previous night flash before my eyes.

I’d spent every day since getting out of the hospital in this room, not leaving it once, using the bathroom for the room itself as opposed to going out.

I had a good reason. My heat was worse than ever before. I’d even gotten desperate enough to clop myself off, if only to try and relieve the burning somewhat. That was a stupid idea, in hindsight as it had only made things worse, yet I’d kept going, thinking it might work.

It got to the point where I was a quivering mess and could barely do more than lie in my bed and whimper.

Then, last night (shortly after I’d made another failed attempt to stop the burning with my own hooves), Twilight had come in to see what was wrong, since I hadn’t left the room at all and she was getting really worried. She’d also been sporting a, um, new appendage. Apparently the idea that Alicorns are hermaphrodites is also true.

I blush, remember how the sight of her massive member alone had caused my marehood to shudder, not to mention what followed after, the feeling of being filled by... God, did I really scream that loudly?! I hope this room is soundproofed like Princess Luna’s room was theorized to in the fandom. And... oh, God. Did was I really that drunk on pleasure that I willing gave Twilight a blow—

Nope! Nope! I am not even going to finish that last sentence, lest I need to go for phyciatric help. Then again, that probably isn't too far off in my future, given my current mental state at this point.

I stare down at my swelling belly and prod it with a hoof, shuddering as I feel the fluids within slushing around.

My eyes widen in horror. I’m part Changeling now! What if part of that was the reproduction of Changeling. Oh, God! Please don’t tell me I’m pregnant with dozens of babies due to Changeling anatomy!

I lean forward, shuddering as I feel my bloated belly pressing against Twilight’s slim frame.

“T-Twilight?”

She shifts, smacking her lips, before slightly opening her eyes, giving me a small smile. “Good morning, Flash. Feeling better?”

I blush scarlet and look away. “Um... i-in regards to my heat? Y-yeah. B-but...”

She blinks, seeming to wake up more as she looks at me intently. “But what?”

I gulp, returning my gaze to her. “Don’t you feel it?”

She blinks, then blinks again as recognition enters her eyes and she glances down at where I’m physically making contact with her.

I move a bit back, allowing her to see my huge stomach.

Her eyes widen. “It hasn’t gone down?!”

An icy chills creeps through my at her words and the uncertainty in her voice, along with the fear I’m feeling from her. “Was...? Was it meant to?”

Twilight blushes. “We-well, Rainbow Dash also said it does. I-I mean, I’ve never done what we did, not even as a unicorn and— Flash, why hasn’t your belly gone down?!”

“Why would I know?!” I shout back, both in anger and fear. “I’ve only been a mare for a short time, Twilight! And I can assure you I’ve never done... that until last night! What if I’m pregnant?!”

At this, Twilight’s expression becomes a deadpan. “It would take longer than that for you to get pregnant, Flash.”

“But I’m part Changeling!” I scream, trying to sit up, but finding my rounded stomach is hampering me. “Wh-what if I got more than just their ability to sense emotions? What if I got their reproductive abilities too?! You saw how many Changelings there were at your brother’s wedding!”

The fear coming from her that had backed away for her annoyance at my previous words returns at a steamroller’s pace as her eyes go wide. “Y-you don’t think...?” she whispers.

“I don’t know!” I cry, shuddering. “Why else would my stomach still be so big?! I don’t think I’ve got down a big since you finished in my last night.”

Inwardly I blink. Did I seriously just say that? God, my life is so weird now.

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I’m laying on a hospital bed (again) as we wait for a doctor to come.

I feel so uncertain of everything and fearful as I lay on my side, my stomach stretching out from me, tears sliding down my face. I can’t be pregnant. Please, don’t let me be pregnant. I’m barely coping with everything else that’s going on, I can’t be pregnant too!

Twilight is sitting next to me, her hoof on mine, murmuring that it’ll be okay. Easy for her to say, she’s not the one possibly carry God only knows how many babies inside her.

After what feels like forever, a doctor finally come to see us. He’s a brown unicorn with a blue mane and tail and a medical object I have never seen before, nor know how to describe it. Best I can say is a syringe blended with a bottle.
“So what’s the prob...lem...?” he trails off at the sight of my stomach and my tears. “I’m... you were only in here a few days ago right?”

I nod.

He scratches his head. “Um... ponies can’t get pregnant that fast can they, or has medical reality changed since yesterday.”

Twilight gulps. “We need a pregnancy test. She and I... well... last night we... She’s big because I...”

He nods. “I understand, Your Highness. All castle medical staff are briefed about Alicorn biology. So... I’m guessing she’s this big because you...?” The look we give him tells him not to ask further. He nods, his horn glowing. “Alright, Miss Flash. I’ll be casting a pregnancy searching spell, but we’ll also be doing physical tests, just in case the spell test doesn’t work due to your new Changeling DNA.”

I nod and he starts to cast the spell. I feel the magic tingling over me. It feels weird, but not unpleasant.

Once the spell is finished he shakes his head. “It doesn’t seem your pregnant... however, the records show you’ve been in heat and... if Princess Twilight’s...” he coughs, “is inside you, it may still happen or could be interfering with the spell’s accuracy. Not to mention the full results will take a little time. Shall we do a urine test as well?”

I nod and he goes off to fetch a basin for me.

Twilight passing the time, and takes my mind a little off my bloated belly by telling me about the last few days, how she’d wanted to give her some space, guessing she was still adjusting to being a mare and the fact that she was in heat.

However, Scootaloo had come to her, expressing her worries about me, making me feel guilty for leaving Scoots out, not to mention Spitfire and Soarin, which had caused Twilight to start second guessing herself. After some thought, she’d decided she needed to confront me about it and gone to me room.

Blushing, she tells me that last night she knocked on the door to my room and had waited for a response. When none came, she’d used her magic to unlock the door and slowly, but quietly opened it to peek inside.

The moment the door was open though, Twilight had reeled back. The room stank horribly of a mare in heat (it didn’t now, as we’d opened the windows before coming to the hospital wing) and she winced as she forced herself not to react as her body wanted to at the smell, though its power was incredibly strong.

Once she’d managed to get a hold of herself, she moved inside to see what was going on and to ask me why the room stank so hard.

What she saw made her mouth drop and now caused me to blush. She’d seen me laying on me bed, rubbing my hooves into my snatch with a ferocity that had caused the Alicorn to blush.

However, what caught her attention was the pained look on the my face. Tears had been streaming down my muzzle as I’d sobbed.

“Why won’t it stop?!” I remember wailing, before ceasing my actions and curling up, my sobbing doubling in force.

That had been when I’d learned Twilight was in the room and saw her massive boner, despite her trying to hide it. It wasn’t hard, now, to realize it had been my scent doing that to her.

The memory of her mounting me from behind shortly after and the feeling as she pushed into me caused me to shudder. It had been my first time, well... unless you count the stallion guard who took me seeing “Fuck me” to seriously, not just as a female, but on the whole and man, for a first time, it had made me want more.

Somehow, Twilight had been able to hold out until I orgasmed (which, despite my heat being so bad, had take agonizingly long to reach), following right after.

However, we’d not gone any further due to the intensity of my orgasm knocking me out once it had finished.

The doctor finally returns and gets a urine sample from me and goes back to test it.

As we wait, a small part of me wonders what it’ll be like raising dozens of children. Seeing as I’m still mostly a pony, the same would be said for any offspring I have. Twilight would no doubt help me with raising them, being the father, after all.

It would mean I wouldn’t be going back to the Royal Guard any time soon, though. Does the Royal Guard have maternity leave?

When the doctor returns about an hour later, he gives us the result, an odd frown on his face and an odd swirling of emotions around him.

“Well, you’re not pregnant, Flash, of that I can say,” he says, looking over the charts.

I feel both relieved and oddly disappointed by that. I’d started to kinda like the idea of raising several dozen foals.

“Both the spell and urine test came back negative, but...” he shakes his head.

“What?” Twilight asks, sounding both concerned and interested, and odd combo of emotions to feel from her.

He shakes his head. “I think it might be something to do with Changeling reproduction.”

I freeze at that. But, he said I wasn’t pregnant! Why is he talking about Changeling reproduction if I’m not pregnant? Oh, God! I’m I going to fill up with eggs? Is that why he’s talking about it?!

He shakes his head. “At the very least, we’ve figured out why the princess’s...” he coughs, “hasn’t left you yet.”

I blink. Something about what he just said sounds... odd, not to mention his emotions are really getting weird.

“Your womb has sealed itself,” he says after a pause. “Not like when a mare becomes pregnant,” he goes on, seeing the look on my face. “No. it’s... hard to explain. I think it must be something that happens to Changelings when they’re impregnated, or are attempted to be, in your case.”

“I was not trying to get Flash pregnant!” Twilight snorts, glaring at the stallion.

He nods, as if not really listening to her. “If our theory is correct, the Changeling part of you is keeping it all inside because it thinks there are Changeling eggs to fertilize.”

“Well, there are eggs!” I growl, glaring at him. “My pony eggs! If it’s stuck inside me, what’s to stop me still getting pregnant?!”

He blinks, before looking at me with confusion. “Wait. They didn’t tell you?”

My anger vanishes as I raise an eyebrow. “Didn’t tell me what?”

“Well, since I’m the one doing this test, I guess it’s not surprising,” he murmurs, as if talking to himself and not us. “Guess they wanted to test it with hooves on testing. Pity.”

“What are you blabbering about?” I snarl, my anger returning full force.

He sighs, looking up at me. The mood change, in his tone and his emotions in general cause me to pause. “Miss Flash, due to the Changeling DNA within you... you can’t have foals.”

I blink, his words slowly working their way inside my mind. “What?”

He shakes his head. “Whatever changes were being made to you by the Changelings, they messed with your ability to breed. You won’t ever give birth to a foal. I’m sorry.”

I blink at him for several long moments, before I look down at my large stomach. “So... even though Twilight’s... stuff is inside me... it won’t work?”

He nods.

I’m struck by the weirdest of emotional cocktails. I’m glad I’m not pregnant, but... never having children, ever.

I honestly start to cry at that idea. True, I’d never really given much thought to the idea of having kids, even as a guy, but to have the choice taken away from me? That was just wrong.

Author's Note

This one was hard to finsih, both because i wasn't sure where to go with it and also because i wasn't able to use the computer properly over the last few days because one, my sister was using the outlet our computer needs to charge her laptop, meaning the computer couldn't be used til she was done and went til after 2pm both yesterday and the day before, two, i was sick both days so i couldn't really get into it and three, our nets being annoying as fuck, pausing for LONG times with no reason, sometimes seeming to freeze, forcing us to restart the computer again just to close the net all together.

Now, this chapter didn't go quite as originally plan... though that's cause i pussied out of writing the clop scene where twi and flash do it. just didn't want to in the end and because some of it i wasn't sure where i was heading with it.

I do hope soarin and spitfire being flash's parent's took you by surprise, though.

The idea for it came from a review (i think) or an image suggesting they are he's parents. i mean, just look at them. the similarities are pretty easy to see.