Twister Darling

Jelly and I shared many more moments together over the course of the week and a half. Even though her heat was starting to ebb, and the urges were growing less pressing in the last four or five days, we still lay together those nights, pleasuring each other, though now able to give one another the proper attention and pleasure that we both deserved. It would never replace a good stallion, but in a pinch, it was a reasonable substitute. But more than that; it formed a bond between the two of us that I’d never realized could exist between two unrelated mares. We became something akin to sisters over those days. Or maybe she saw me more like a second mother; perhaps. But that was one of the beautiful things about it. We never felt the need to define it. It just was. A love that needed no reason. And I cherished it.

Stormy remained outside the house after that single night, trying to play as Jelly’s knight in shining mane and tail. He was always vigilant, making sure that nobody got anywhere near the house that wasn’t supposed to be there, but he wasn’t immune to the sounds that emanated from the house every evening, and Jelly was just never going to be a quiet sort of lover. So, he spent at least part of the evening taking a long walk down the road and back, usually taking up about half an hour. A nice quiet half an hour, except for the occasional scream of nightjars from somewhere across the fields.

Four more weeks passed, and I was happy to be heading back to the hospital to finally get the cast removed. I’d been feeling a bit nauseous, usually in the mornings, but I thought I just had the flu that was going around. Still, I mentioned the symptoms to Redheart, just in case they might mean something, and she postponed the x-ray long enough to ask me to do a little business in a cup for her. Just in case. She came back only ten minutes later with the unexpected news. Pregnant, which meant no x-ray for me for a while. Instead, Doctor Horse removed the cast and did a manual examination. He also did a prenatal checkup and scheduled me for a follow-up visit to check on the baby in another six to eight weeks.

I stopped taking the pills just as soon as I’d found out. They weren’t supposed to have any detrimental effects in a situation like mine, but even Doctor Horse had agreed that it was better to be safe and hold off taking the pills until after the baby was born.

I spent the whole day trying to figure out how, when I got home that night, I was going to give the news to my soon to be daughter in law Jelly Bean and my son Stormy, who was soon to be the father of his own little brother or sister. As hard as I tried, I just couldn’t imagine their reactions as anything but good. I know that seems insane, and entirely backward, but I was so happy that I couldn’t make myself see it as anything but a blessing, almost a miracle. Of course, I’d told Doctor Horse how I’d gone about getting pregnant because he wondered the same thing I did; how it had happened when I was taking the pills. He assured me that it wasn’t any miracle but rather a known side effect of what Jelly and I had done that night before helping my son to release.

If Doctor Horse was disgusted or disturbed by how I’d gotten pregnant, he didn’t show any sign of it by word, deed, or look. He just seemed relieved that the pills weren’t to blame. Instead, he explained to me why the pills had failed and warned me to avoid similar situations in the future.

My final decision was that I’d just tell them. They couldn’t be too upset since none of us had known anything about the pills failing under those conditions. Besides. I’d dreamed of carrying Stormy’s baby ever since the day that I’d seen him come walking out of the rain wearing that old bomber jacket, and I wasn’t going to let myself feel bad that I’d been blessed with exactly what I’d wanted.

If you doubt though, still, that fate was at work that day, bringing things together just right, then just know that that same day, as I’d ridden a bus into Ponyville alone, wanting to do one thing for myself, finally, after so many weeks, was also the day that Jelly Bean’s body decided, almost a week earlier than it should have, to resume her heat and start an intimate relationship with Stormy. So, while I was in Ponyville, finding out about my own little bundle of joy, it turned out that they were back home, making another one at the very same time.

When I arrived back at the farmhouse, I came in to find them sleeping together peacefully, still damp with sweat and smelling of heat, cum, and sex. Stormy’s wings wrapped around them both as they lay nuzzled together on the rug in the room Jelly Bean had been staying in for the past two weeks while she helped Stormy work the fields and tend the sheep. And it looked like they’d decided that she’d be staying for a good bit longer besides, hopefully forever.