How Rainbow Dash got a Sibling

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.