How Rainbow Dash got a Sibling

About a week or two has now passed since both Bow and Windy had their genders changed. And things were starting to look better. Though there were still some hiccups here and there, overall, both ponies were gonna get closer and closer to when they would feel comfortable to have their child. It was now the beginning of the day, and Bow had risen up early, showered, and was now putting on her makeup. Though she was more than capable of doing more complicated things, she still preferred to have a simple bit of cover to lighten up her face, and to brush her mane until it was silky smooth; just as Windy had shown her.

“There we go, much better.” Bow nodded, content and feeling more and more confident from her practice. “I look…beautiful…” She was so captivated by how she appeared, she failed to notice Windy had woken up, but saw the stallion moments before he snuck up behind her, and wrapped her arms around her in a hug. “Morning honey!”

“Morning, looks like you’ve been getting up before me pretty good.” Windy commented, kissing Bow’s cheek. “And look at you, you’ve gotten the makeup thing down.”

“It’s all thanks to you.” Bow replied, kissing Windy. “I like how this looks.” Getting up, she hugged the stallion before heading over to her new wardrobe. “Well, off to work.”

“Are you feeling better about that?” Windy asked, looking as the mare was getting dressed. “After what happened before?”

“I know, but it’s been a few weeks now.” Bow commented, pausing for a moment as she was putting on her bra, as well as the rest of her clothes. “Besides, after putting in a report to management, they were reassigned somewhere else.”

“Weren’t they your friends?” Windy asked, looking concerned. “I know they were crude, and not the more subtle in their opinions. But I thought they were your friends.”

“So did I, but then when I got these…” Bow responded, cupping and groping at her breasts. “But when they clearly only saw these and forgot who I was, I think maybe they weren’t actually my friends to begin with.”

“I’m sorry honey.” Windy commented, leaning in to kiss Bow on the cheek. “I know all of this has been a major adjustment. More than we considered, but I feel it’s been for the best.”

“It has been.” Bow nodded, kissing Windy back. “I think we’re almost ready. A few more days, maybe even another week or two, and we can make that baby.”

“Yeah, I think we’re ready.” Windy nodded, looking at Bow with loving eyes. “So have a good day at work honey.”

“I will, you enjoy your day.” Bow commented, smiling at her lover. “I’m thinking of a neat dinner tonight, so I’ll swing by the grocery store on the way home.”

“Okay, I love you.” Windy replied, kissing Bow as the mare was leaving. “See you when you get home.”

With Bow gone, Windy got to work on the household chores. Given the amount of time that had passed, the stallion had gotten a good hang on his strength. Chores were still a little difficult to do, as he had to go slowly, but it was still a calm and soothing process. Dishes were no longer broken, brooms were no longer snapped, and nothing else was knocked over as he would vacuum the floors. The only thing he hadn’t been able to do was to get the chores done quickly, but Windy didn’t mind.

“We’re doing so much better now.” Windy said to himself, carefully wiping and drying some plates. “This was a good idea, Bow. But I wonder if we’re going to stay this way after the foal is born?’

It was a question Windy had asked himself, though he wasn’t sure if Bow had considered it yet. Once the foal was born, would the two of them stay the same, or would they return to their previous genders? Windy didn’t really mind either or, as he had retired from the Wonderbolts, spending much of his time relaxing, and keeping the house clean. While Bow on the other hand, was still employed at the weather factory. And after the incident with his now former friends; yes, she managed to resolve it, but it still cost her, her friends. Was this for the best? Windy couldn’t say, but was at least hoping that Bow was happy as she was. But, he was certain that if Bow decided to be a stallion again, Windy would become a mare again for her lover.

Getting back to his chores, Windy had finished up the dishes, he moved onto the rest of the house. Taking the new broom in hand, he carefully, but quickly swept up the floor. After having done this a few times over the last few days, as well as getting in some practice, Windy had become much, much better at cleaning up the house without snapping anything. The numerous bits and bobbles that were on display all over the walls, and shelves, were dusted and cleaned off with the duster.

“Alright, not bad, not bad.” Windy commented to himself, looking around the house. “Well, I think I got the cleaning parts down too.” As he continued to work through the chores, his mind wandered back to Bow, how her first few days were a little rougher. “She has been getting better.” He told himself, taking a deep breath. “Alright! Let’s get the house cleaned up for her, maybe we can do something good to celebrate.”

Bow’s day went by like a steady breeze. Work had been much easier, especially after she had gotten her former friends transferred to different departments. As well as this, the administration not only gave her a written apology, but even put her in a better position so as to not be subjected to that again. All in all, it was the happiest she had ever been at work. After work, shopping for dinner was a breeze, having gained the confidence to work her way through the aisles to get everything she needed. And now, she was ready to cook a great meal for her family.

In the heart of their cozy kitchen, Windy and Bow stood in a harmonious choreography. The room was a symphony of fresh ingredients, gleaming utensils, and an atmosphere of purpose. Their past missteps had become stepping stones, guiding them toward a new path of growth and shared accomplishment. Though she wanted to be the one to cook, she had accepted that Windy was the better chef. But equally, rather than being the only one cooking, he wanted to help his wife learn and continue to grow in confidence.

Windy moved with practiced finesse, maneuvering the pots and pans on the stove like a seasoned chef. Bow, next to him, was engaged in a graceful ballet of vegetable chopping. The clinks of knives against the cutting board blended harmoniously with the gentle sizzle of food on the stove. Rainbow only watched from the doorway, unable to look away as both her parents were in perfect harmony. The two of them were made for each other, and the love between them only seemed to glow from their movements.

"It's remarkable, isn't it? Bow commented as she couldn't help but steal a glance at Windy, a soft smile playing on her lips. “How we've managed to get through all these mess ups." Windy nodded, his concentration focused on the pan in front of him. "Who would've thought that the same guy who once turned a broom into a pile of splinters could clean this house so perfectly.” Their laughter danced in the air, a reminder of how far they'd come.

“And I remember a mare who couldn’t put on the most basic makeup.” Windy added, keeping his hands busy on the ingredients. “But now, look at you. So beautiful!”

"I guess practice and determination really do make a difference." Bow chuckled, her knife skills a testament to her newfound confidence. Their synchronicity was a testament to their growth as a team. The kitchen was filled with tantalizing aromas, each scent a promise of a delightful culinary adventure. She turned to her daughter, a twinkle in her eye. "Get ready for a homemade stir-fry with a secret sauce and perfectly baked garlic bread."

“I can’t wait!” Rainbow's eyebrows shot up in pleasant surprise. "Glad to see you two are cooking together."

“Thanks.” Windy grinned, his movements in the kitchen never faltering. "Yep, we've learned a thing or two from our past escapades." He glanced at Bow, sharing a knowing smile. "Well, for starters, your mother here is becoming a culinary artist."

“Aww, thanks.” Bow chuckled, his eyes focused on the simmering sauce. "And your father has gotten a hang of his strength. No more smashing and tearing things by accident."

“Wow!” Rainbow laughed, her eyes moving between her parents with affection. "You guys really got the hang of your new genders."

The dishes came together effortlessly, a dance of flavors and textures. Their newfound skills were a testament to their determination and willingness to learn from their past misadventures. Seated around the table, the family shared smiles of accomplishment. The stir-fry looked vibrant and inviting, the garlic bread was the perfect shade of golden brown, and their hearts were full of shared pride.

“Oh, sweet Celestia!” Rainbow gasped, taking a bite of the stir-fry, her eyes lighting up with genuine delight. "This is seriously amazing!"

“See. I knew we could do it.” Windy leaned back in his chair, savoring the moment. "And it tastes even better because we've learned from our mistakes."

“Agreed! This tastes amazing! Bow raised her glass in a toast, her gaze holding Windy's with affection. "To grow, to overcome challenges, and to create something beautiful from our journey." Their glasses clinked together, the sound echoing with unity and achievement.

As they savored each bite, they marveled at how far they had come. The room was filled with warmth, not just from the delicious food but from the love and resilience that defined their family. The lessons they had learned and the memories they had forged had become the foundation of a shared narrative of growth and triumph. It was going to be time, and soon, this family would grow from three to four; or maybe even more.