“EEEEEEE! I can’t believe how cute you are! THIS IS AMAZING!” Came the rather lively cries of a certain pink earth pony as she bounced around the new form Carrot Cake had found herself in. ‘Angel’ Cake, as her wife insisted upon calling her, had been half dreading this moment ever since she had realized she’d be a mare for a week instead of just a day. The moment when Pinkie and the twins came home.

“So how did it happen? Was it Twilight messing up a spell?” Pinke asked bouncing up and down. Angel sighed, why would Princess Twilight even be casting such a spell?

“No Pinkie she didn’t mess up a spell.”

“Oh! Oh! Was it Discord deciding to play a prank?”

“No, he had nothing to do with this either.”

“Hmm, did Starlight mess up a spell? Did Evee? Oh that’s what I call Evening Storm. Isn’t it a great nickname?”

“It wasn’t Starlight, or that guy either, it wa-”

“Oh! Did Princess Cadance come over and mess up a spell? Was it Flurry Heart? Was it Lyra? Dinky? Sweetie Belle? Rarity? Sunse-”

“PINKIE! Nopony messed up a spell!” Angel shouted at the top of her lungs. Why did Pinkie have to realize it was him so quickly? She had barely batted an eye upon arriving home, instead she had asked why they both looked different. Angel was just glad the shop was still closed at the time. The last thing she wanted right now was for the town to learn of her predicament.

“Then what? Huh? What turned you into a mare my age with a poofy mane?” Pinkie’s eyes narrowed. “Heeeey, come to think of it, don’t you kinda look a bit like me?”

“O-Oh do I? I hadn’t noticed!” Angel said with a quick nervous laugh as she tried to wave it off. “Anyway, it was a potion gift from Zecora. Y-You see-”

“Ooooooh! I see! You both couldn’t make it to your plans in Canterlot because the train broke down, and talked to her about it, so she gave you potions that would make you look how the other wanted, but you didn’t know Ms. Cake liked mares before she made you one!”

“I…” Angel blinked. “Yes, yes that’s it exactly.” After this many years with Pinkie she knew better then to question this.

“So how long? Hmm? A day? Two days? Three days? F-”

“A week! Or at least what’s left of it.” She replied, trying to ignore how strange it felt to be the same height as Pinkie. Nevermind height, she was probably the same age! Before she stood a good foot taller, now they practically looked like sisters thanks to her mane style. If anypony saw them, they might think them twins.

Of course all this she had Cup Cake to thank for. Apparently both of them couldn’t help but agree that, for her young age, Pinkie Pie was likely one of the cuter mares out there. One any stallion would love to have as their marefriend. Thus the alterations in her body were very much modeled after the party pony who lived with them. A fact Angel Cake very much did not want Pinkie to find out about!

“Oh wow a week!? That’s so awesome! I should throw a party! A welcome to marehood party!” Before Angel could get a word in, Pinkie’s eyes widened. “Unless you don’t want a party because you’re feeling self conscious about all this! Oh no, I’m toootally making you feel awkward aren’t I?”

“W-well maybe a little…” Pinkie’s ears drooped as Angel said that, causing the mare to shake her head. “It’s not your fault Pinkie! Really! I’m just… not use to being a mare and a party celebrating that would make me feel… well very scared right now.”

“Say no more Angel Cake!” How did Pinkie know that name? She didn’t remember her or snookums mentioning it. “I Pinkie Pie, promise not to throw you any parties for you while you’re a mare without your approval!” Angel finally let out a breath she hadn’t known she was holding. She loved Pinkie almost like a daughter, but she really didn’t want the town finding out about this, she’d never live it down.

Plus any cute stallions would be less likely to be interested in you if they knew you were a stallion.

Angel’s jaw clenched. ‘Shut up brain.’

“Thank you Pinkie. Oh and could you keep it a secret I’m Carrot Cake? Sweetieplum and I are pretending I’m his ‘younger sister’”

“Oh! Like a play! Best idea EVER!” She accented this with confetti. As with everything else Pinkie, Angel wondered where it came from. “Oh! Have Pumpkin and Pound seen you like this yet?”

Angel winced. When Cup Cake’s parents came over to drop them off, Angel had hide in their room, not wanting to have to face them and explain herself. It was tricky enough for Cup to explain to her parents why she looked so young.

“N-No they haven’t.” In truth, seeing her foals right now terrified her. Would they even recognize this strange mare as their father? What if they didn’t and began to wonder where their dad went? Would they cry for the stallion he couldn’t be right now?

“Well no time like the present right? Oh! Speaking of presents!” Pinkie yelled, poking her head into her saddle bags and rummaging around. “I brought you this!”

Before Angel could protest about seeing the twins, Pinkie forced her hoof up so she could place a black bag, that appeared to contain powder, onto it. Confused she peered closer to see ‘Coffee’ written in some sort of white crayon upon it. Other then that single label, there was no other markings or information.

“I know how you love your coffee in the morning, so when Dashie and I found this in our friend Dar- I mean A.K. Yealing’s hotel room, I knew it’d make the perfect gift!”

“Oh!” Angel said testing the weight of the bag in her hoof. For a bag this small it’d likely only make a few cups before running out. That was rather unusual, perhaps it was a very special blend? “Thank you Pinkie!”

She smiled at her employee with the first genuine smile she had since finding out she’d be stuck like this.. Coffee always helped her relax! She couldn't wait to see what exotic flavor this one was! Wait hotel room? Did she?

“Um Pinkie you didn’t steal this did-”

“Of course not, and you’re welcome Mr.- I mean Angel Cake!” Pinkie giggled as she gave her a big hug, stopping any further questions. She had been hugged by Pinkie before, but being practically the same size made it feel a whole lot different. It almost felt less constricting somehow. Though she didn’t tend to have any serious ‘intimate’ thoughts about Pinkie while a stallion, having a cute, sexy, mare hug him when he was married always made him feel a little weird. Now as Angel Cake, she didn’t feel that at all.

Maybe it was just hard for her to think along those lines when they were both the same sex? Hugging did seem to be a thing mares did more casually then stallions after all. It was kinda nice really. She’d have to ask Cup Cake her thoughts later.

“I’ll go put this in the cabinet with your other blends while you say hi to Pound and Pumpkin!” Angel blinked. When had they gotten upstairs in front of the nursery? Had she been that lost in thought? It was too soon! She couldn’t just barge in there like this right?

“W-well you see about that-”

“Here we are!” Pinkie announced opening the door, and pushing her through. “In you go!”

“W-wait!” Angel tried to protest before she found herself staring at Cup Cake on the ‘nursing’ bed with Pound and Pumpkin laying before her. All three had stopped to stare at the new pony in the room.

“Oh! Hello darling,” Cup Cake said with a smile, “here to see our lovely little ones?” Angel gulped.

“Ba?” Pound squeaked out as he looked up at her. Angel felt her heart begin to race. What if he began to cry? Scared of the strange mare in their home? For some reason that thought squeezed her heart more than she thought. They were her foals, her little prides and joys. What would she do if they didn’t realize she was one of their parents?

“Oh don’t stand way over there dearie, come lay with me, let them see you.”

“B-but sugerplum w-what if they don’t… don’t…” Her throat was dry. What was she supposed to do? She didn’t want her own foals to reject her, but at the same time she couldn’t bring herself to run away.

“Oh will you stop being silly and just come over here?” Cup Cake laughed as she nuzzled Pumpkin who squealed with delight. With a shaking hoof she began to make her way toward the bed, taking in the scene before her. The twins showed no notice of their mother being different, simply giggling and cooing as they always did. Of course Cup Cake hadn’t swapped gender like she had.

As she got closer both foals stopped and looked up at her with curious awe. Swallowing a lump in her throat, she stopped by the bedside, staring down at them with a nervous glance. Pound was the first to waddle over, wearing a curious expression.

“H-Hey there buddy.” She said putting on her best smile. At first Pound just kept regarding her with those curious eyes of his, before he began to babble while trying to reach out to her with his little hoof. Though hesitant, she couldn’t resist touching it with her own. It was so small compared to hers. Why did that surprise her? She had thought something similar to when she was Carrot, yet now there was a strange sensation of awe. Pound was just so tiny and cute. So was Pumpkin, cuddled there against her mother. Weird, seeing that made her feel off. Almost like she was jealous for some reason.

Pound looked at the hoof he was touching for a few seconds before slowly moving his head up to stare at the mare it was attached too. For a few terrifying moments, they stared at each other blankly before Pound began to babble excitingly, trying to reach both legs out to grab her in a hug.

“Pa Pa!” He cooed between excited babbles. “Pa Pa!”

The tension that had been welling up in her chest evaporated as her vision became blurred. Confused she blinked her eyes a couple of times before realizing she was crying. Seriously? She never got this emotional as a stallion.

“I told you it’d be fine dear.” Cup Cake said softly, patting the bed next to her. “Now why don’t you join me?” Angel Cake grinned sheepishly. Well that was still a stallion trait she had, thinking too much. Everypony always said you should trust your wife’s intuition. Being careful not to harm Pound or Pumpkin, she made her way onto the bed, laying next to her wife, Pumpkin nestled between them. The filly looked up at Angel with the same curious eyes Pound had before joining in with the excited babbling.

“Pa pa!” She giggled, nuzzling against Angel’s chest. Her heart fluttered from her daughter’s affection. How were they so lucky to have such wonderful little foals? With a giggle of her own, she noticed a few strands of Pumpkin’s mane sticking out in a frizzy manner, making her look rather silly. Leaning her head down, she began to lick at the stray strands, forcing them back into place. She continued her washing for a few moments before her brain finally registered what she was doing. With a jerk, her head sprang back up.

“W-what am I doing!?” Next to her, she heard Cup Cake erupt into a fit of giggles.

“Oh that was simply adorable!” Those words sent shivers down Angel’s spine. What was happening to her?

“C-Cuppy! This isn't’ funny! I never act like this!”

“Well as a stallion no, but you aren’t a stallion right now are you?” Cup replied with a nuzzle. Though the affection was appreciated, it did little to calm Angel’s nerves.

“B-but why have I changed so much in my behavior suddenly? Is the transformation getting worse somehow!?”

“Hmm, I don’t think so. At least I haven’t noticed anything different with how I’ve been acting besides what you wanted.” Another nuzzle, this time followed by a few licks to her neck. “I daresay you’ve made me a bit more daring and forward haven’t you? I couldn’t help but notice how eager I was to give you that blow job.” The combination of Cup Cake’s affection and words caused her to blush. Looks like she was busted.

“W-well it’s only for a little while r-right?” Angel managed to stammer out as Cup gave another flurry of giggles.

“Oh sweetums, it’s fine. If I was upset with it I would have told you. I actually find it a bit exciting. I’ll have to make an effort to be more like this after the potion effects are gone.”

“You mean it?” Angel asked before finally shaking her head and smiling. “No of course you do. I’m sorry dear I don’t know why I’m so nervous about everything right now. I know you love me.” She gave Cup a few nuzzles of her own. It was strange how natural this was beginning to feel. At first it had been strange showing her this kind of affection when she was a mare herself, but as time went on, that was becoming less and less important.

“Well, I must admit that might be my doing as well Carrot.” Cup Cake said with a sigh. “W-when I thought of you as a mare, I believed I imagined the kind of mare I always dreamed of having in a relationship. I’d sometime imagine you surprising me by inviting a mare to join us.” She gave a small snort. “Never imagined that instead you’d become the mare.”

Angel was silent after hearing that. How long had Cup Cake been fantasizing about something like this? Not so much the him becoming a mare, but just having one join her in bed? Or was it more then that? Angel knew for certain now that Cup Cake would have never left ‘him’ for anypony, stallion or mare, but now that she had him like this…

For Cup Cake this could be the best of both worlds. Not only is she able to explore the fantasy she’s kept quiet for so long, but she also doesn’t have to worry about it harming the one she loves the most. Angel Cake was the one Cuppy loved most.

Realizing this made Angel’s mind spin. Didn’t this mean that she could fulfill a lot of Cup Cake’s fantasies without it harming their marriage? What did Cup even want from her as a mare? Should she act a certain way? As long as she let Cuppy know she was doing it to please her, and it wasn’t the spell, it should be fine right? To think if she had taken Cup Cake to bed after that first potion, ‘Angel Cake’ would have never been. It was entirely possible that he’d have taken her to bed and that’d been it.

How ironic it was now Cup Cake who was getting all the fun. Likely more than she ever bargained for. Was it really okay for her to spend the entire week simply waiting for the spell to end? This was a rare opportunity right? Cup Cake sounded like she was prepared to make all this up to her tenfold. What was Angel doing for her?

“S-so what kind of mare do you think you made me?” Angel asked, trying to remain calm. Part of her was still scared at how much the potion might be affecting her, but she just had to remind herself that it’d all be back to normal once it wore off at the end of the week. In the meantime she supposed she could at least try to be a mare for her snookums

Though she still wasn’t so sure about inviting any stallions to the bedroom.

Not just yet...

“Well I’m not sure how much I might have influenced you, but let me see…” As Cup Cake began to tap the underside of her muzzle, Angel shifted her legs while feeling her tail flick a bit. The lack of a dick was something she wasn’t sure she’d ever get used to!

“Well darling, I wanted her timid for certain, probably why I thought of the Fluttershy like voice for you. Oh I do hope she doesn’t find out about this. I’m not sure how I’d explain myself.”

Angel snorted. “You’re worried about that? What am I going to say if Miss Rarity hears you?” That caused Cup to giggle.

“I suppose you’re right. It is her manner and tone I’m using isn’t it?” She flicked her hair, letting it bounce. “I actually found myself putting in extra time to look good this morning. No, don’t apologize sweetie, I had fun with it. I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed looking this young and beautiful.” She wiggle her hips. “And oh so sexy.”

Angel blushed. “C-Cup Cake the twins are right here!”

Cup Cake rolled her eyes. “Oh really darling, they don’t care that I’m wigging my hips, or understand the context and we certainly aren’t doing anything rash while in here.” Angel sighed.

“I suppose I’m still a bit worked up. There’s just so much to get use to, and my concern about my own kids recognizing me had been bothering me for most of yesterday and today.”

“I know sweetie, I know.” Cup Cake said softly, giving her wife a tender nuzzle. “That’s why I want you to take your time we have all week after all. In the meantime, let me see if I can pinpoint any ‘mare traits’ I might have had in mind.” She went back to rubbing her muzzle’s underside.

“I did want you to think of yourself as a mare, not a stallion. You certainly seem to move like a mare, but I obviously have no idea if you refer to yourself as one. Hmm what else?”

It hadn’t really dawned on Angel before, but she had been thinking of herself as a she for a while now. Even calling herself Angel Cake in her own mind. Hadn’t she been thinking of herself as Carrot after first being transformed?

Her thoughts returned to the ‘sexy pose’ Cuppy had asked her to do on the bed. When she first let go of thinking as a stallion and tried to be a mare. It was as if her mind just fell into place at that moment, no longer worried about being a ‘he’. While it was convenient for keeping up appearances, it didn’t exactly make her any less nervous. She could really go for a calming cup of coffee.

It was at that moment she finally noticed a cup sitting on a nearby dresser. Was that coffee? Did some unseen magical force grant her wish? Moving her head over to investigate, she could see it’d been sitting there for a few moments, likely being left to cool after being poured piping hot. She could also tell by the texture and smell that sadly it was not coffee, but tea. Oh that’s right, Cup Cake did like a warm cup of tea when relaxing.

Shrugging, she lifted it up and began to take a small drink. Sipping it to make sure it wasn’t too hot. It wasn’t coffee, but it’d still help. She doubted Cup Cake would mind sharing. As the liquid flowed down her throat into her stomach, a warmth traveled through her body. How odd, tea never gave her this effect when she had it as a stallion.

“Oh right!” Cup Cake exclaimed looking pleased with herself for remembering. “I also wanted you to have a sensitive tummy so when I rubbed it- WAIT HONEY DON’T!” The scream at the end startled Angel so much that she almost spilled the beverage all over them. Her wife was staring at her with wide worried eyes.

“W-what?” Angel managed to spit out as she gently put the cup back down. “I didn’t think you’d mind if we shared, I mean we do it all the ti-EEEEEM!” Her words rose sharply in pitch as the warmth from the tea drifted down to her teats. They began to tingle as the sensation lingered in that area, growing stronger with each passing second.

“W-what’s happening?” She squeaked, while rolling onto her side. Moving her legs into a position so she could she her teats, her eyes nearly bugged out of her skull as she watched. W-what was going on? They were so much bigger than before! Why were they all swollen? Giving one of them a test poke, she shivered as a small droplet of white dripped out.

“Um, you see darling,” Cup Cake began, “I thought the twins might like some of mommy’s milk when they got home so I added something to my tea that causes mares to lactate…”

“T-this is what if feels like to have milk in there?” Angel shivered from the feeling. Cup never seemed to mind it when she did this before, but oh Celestia did this feel weird! There was no way anything from being a mare was going to be stranger than this!

‘“But aren’t they too old for this?” Angel asked trying not to move anymore than necessary. With each shift in movement, she could feel the milk slosh around a bit inside her. Okay she wanted off this ride!

“Almost, well okay yes probably but I had this young sexy body and they’ve been gone for a few days now, that I wanted to give them a special treat…” Cup Cake replied with a bit of a blush. Well that was a relief, if the twins didn’t really need milk like this, that meant she could probably take something that’d reverse it.

Of course that was when Pound took notice of not only her position, but what she now had on her body, making his way over to them. Distracted she didn’t realize just what Pound was probably planning until it was too late.

“W-wait Pound! Do-oooooooooooh…” She breathed as Pound wrapped his lips around her now very tender nipple. Noises she wouldn't be able to describe if asked came from her mouth mere seconds later as he began to suckle ever so gently. She could feel the milk draining from her body, nourishing her foal.

“That feels weird!” She hissed, trying to keep herself from jerking away and harming him. “Dear Celestia that feels so soooooo weird!”

“Oh my, I didn’t expect this to happen sweetie.” Cup Cake said with a bit more amusement then Angel would have preferred. “Oh, and you might want to brace yourself darling.”

“Wait what? Wh-EEEEEEEEEEEEE!” Pumpkin Cake had decided to join her brother on the other teat. For a few moments all she could do was stare at the two tiny ponies nuzzled up against her, slowly drinking their fill.

“D-Dear they’re nursing from me! F-From me!” Angel said blankly as she watched her little ones paw at her side while they fed. With each suckle she could feel her teats drain ever so slowly. Part of her still wanted to move away at the strangeness of it all, but her body refused to budge.

“Yes dear they are.” Again Cup sounded way too casual for the situation, “They look so cute don’t they? Just like my darling wife at the moment.” She kissed her cheek, sending a pleasant shiver through her body.

“B-but shouldn’t we stop them or something?” Angel protested weakly, “I mean shouldn’t they feed from their mother?” She could almost see Cup’s eyes twinkle at that.

“Well in a sense they are snookums. Right now you are as every bit their ‘mother’ as I am.”

A mother? Her? She looked back at the two foals cuddled beside her. They were so relaxed, so trusting of her. There was no doubt they knew this mare was their parent. Did they even understand what had happened to her? Even if they did, it was obvious it didn’t matter to them. She was their parent, whether a ‘mommy’ or a ‘daddy’.

Then there was the sensation of nursing itself. Despite the overall strangeness of it, she couldn’t deny a… connection of sorts. One she had never felt with her foals before. Without thinking she had begun to wash them once more. This time she did not stop upon realizing it. Both Pound and Pumpkin giggled and squirmed as she groomed them. That’s right, they were her precious babies. Accepting her love without question and returning it in full.

How different would it be if she had carried them to term?

“Oh my!” Cup Cake suddenly exclaimed as she watched her. One of her hooves had even found itself to her mouth. “I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed till now. I wonder if she was the real model for your mane?”

Angel blinked at that. “What do you mean dear? This isn’t a copy of Pinkie’s?”

“I’m not sure.” Cup Cake stared at her for a few more moments before shaking her head, a single tear escaping from her eyes.

“Sorry dearie it’s just, I remember helping Pear Butter out when she had Big Mac.” As she lifted her head back up, a sad smile set upon her mouth. “You reminded me of how she looked back then just now.”

“Oh…” Silence.

Angel wasn’t able to think of much to say. He had met Pear Butter and Bright Mac of course, but he was only casual friends with both. It was Cup Cake who was Pear Butter’s best friend. Rarely had he seen two mares a close friends as them. Could it be that Cup Cake had feelings for her in the past? It was the time she’d likely been experimenting with her friend Whipped Cream.

“I guess my mane does look a bit like hers, and my colors…” Angel had meant to go on, but Cup had placed her hoof on her mouth.

“Honey you do remind me of her a bit looking like that, and maybe it influenced parts of the mare I made you into, but I don’t want you to compare yourself to her got that? After all, even if she hadn’t met Bright Mac,” another nuzzle, “I made the best choice in the pony I married.”

Angel couldn’t help but blush. “Have I told you I love you?”

Cup giggled. “Not today you haven’t.”

Their lips came together, and remained in such a way till both had to finally come up for air. Every bit of Angel’s body tingled.

“Mmm,” She cooed staring at the mare who was the best wife she could ask for. “We should probably start getting the place ready to open.”

“We have Pinkie back darling. I’m sure we can afford a few moments more.”

“Well when you put it that way.” Leaning forward she kissed her wife again, relishing in the feeling. It was still so weird and yet exhilarating to experience these new sensations. A simple kiss really did feel just that different then it had when she was Carrot. She actually found herself lamenting the fact she’d lose these sensations when changed back.

“I still can’t get over how different that feels.” She said in a whisper.

Cup Cake frowned. “Bad different?”

Angel quickly shook her head. “Oh no! It’s good! It’s mmm very good.” She added while giving Cup Cake’s neck another nuzzle. “Especially when you return the favor. I might actually miss how sensitive this body is.”

“Well, I guess I’ll just have to make sure I please my little minx enough before that happens.” Cup Cake purred as she tickled Angel’s flank with her tail. The sensation caused her to shiver, her own tail twitching in response. Part of her was beginning to wish the twins weren’t settled between them.

“Mmm, keep that up snookums and I fear I’ll do something I might regret.” She gave her the best sultry look she could, only hoping she could pull it off. She knew it had an effect when Cup blushed.

“Speaking of regrets…” Cup Cake said slowly, her voice lowering. For a moment Angel thought she had hurt her somehow, but the mare placed a hoof on Angel’s chest as if sensing such thoughts.

“Dear, I want to be very clear with what I’m about to say.” Her voice was soft yet stern. Feeling butterflies in her tummy Angel nodded.

“Of course snoo- Cup Cake sweetie.” Now didn’t seem to be the time for nicknames.

“Dear, I love you, and I think we’ve both established that we trust each other and would never do anything to ruin our marriage. Do you agree?”

Angel nodded ever so slightly to indicate she heard. Just what was she getting at?

“Well that being said, as the town sees you right now. You are not my husband, but his sister. A single mare in town for the week.”

Single?

“B-but Cup I’m still-”

Cup Cake raised her hoof. “I know darling I know, but as far as everypony else is concerned you are single. As a single mare, I want you to know that it’s okay with me if you act as one. At least… when it comes to stallions.”

Angels eyes grew wide. “W-what are you saying!?”

“I’ve been thinking…” Cup began her gaze lowering. “What if I had become a stallion to your mare? Would I have learned something I didn’t know? Would the knowledge of being a male help me please you later?”

Angel wanted to protest, but she couldn’t deny the logic in what Cup was saying. She had just been wondering if there was anything she could do to please her, and being in the same sex likely would give her some hidden insight other stallions didn’t have. Still, she wasn’t really a mare. How could she possibly do anything with a nice strong stallion?

“Dear we’ve been over this already, I couldn’t possibly-”

“I understand dearie,” Cup Cake cut her off, “and if you decide you simply want no part of a stallion’s touch, then that’s the way it’ll stay. I just don’t want you to hesitate if for some reason the situation arises. Share a nuzzle, share a kiss, go wild! I want you to know that I’m okay with you going for it. Don’t hold back.”

This was crazy! Was her wife seriously telling her it was okay to go make out with a stallion? There was no way she could do that! Just thinking back to the two stallions from the other day caused her coat to bristle. She could still see them standing there with their looks of concern on those handsome faces of theirs. Sleek well toned bodies for rutting a mare senseless. Wait, what was she thinking!?

“I-I’ll think about it…” She croaked. Cup Cake finally seemed to relax as she began to rub her cutie mark with her hoof. She shivered. Chalk up another overly sensitive area she now possessed as a mare.

“I’m not saying to jump in the sack with them or anything silly, and if that was to happen you better tell me first. I was serious about that threesome.” A grin creept upon her face. “Unless you want to see if Pinkie would join us in bed.”

Angel’s face flushed. “D-Dear!”

Cup laughed, letting the rest of the tension slip away. “I kid sweetie. There is a reason I specified stallion in that speech. I’m the only mare you should need in your bed.” With that she gave Angel another long lustful kiss, causing her entire body to heat up. She really wished the foals weren’t with them right now.

“Of course if Pinkie expresses interest.” She continued after breaking the kiss, “I suppose we could make an exception.” She winked. Angel groaned.

“DEAR!”

Author's Note

And we have our first chapter of the sequel!

Chapter 2 is in progress, so look forward to it.

Not sure just how long this will be yet, and at some point I need to take a break to finish up 'A Novel Match'.

I admit that Pound and Pumpkin probably are too old, period, to really 'nurse' but I wanted to write that scene, so we'll ignore that minor timeline hiccup.