Unexpected Changes

After dinner, which Lily did eventually eat, they returned to her room. It was the weekend, after all, so their parents were letting them have a slumber party. Snapdragon had even brought makeup and hair care products. They just needed something to talk about to pass the time. Luckily, Glory knew just what she wanted to ask about.

"How did you end up pregnant, anyway?"

Lily raised her eyebrow. "We took a test, and it told us I was pregnant. That's it."

"Yeah, but how did you become that way?"

"Glory has a point, for once," agreed Daisy. "My second cousin said he and his wife were trying to have a kid, so there's obviously some kind of action you can take that makes it work. It doesn't just happen."

"Don't you have to be married, first?" asked Snapdragon. "I've never known a single mare with a kid, except two. One was adopted, and the other was because the father had died."

Daisy clapped her hooves. "That's right! We need to figure out who the father's going to be!"

"Isn't it obvious?" scoffed Snapdragon. "It'll be whoever she marries."

"Then, wait," interrupted Glory. "How do step-parents work? I thought that was how step-parents came to be?"

"Then it'll be her step-husband," concluded Daisy. "So, who were you thinking about stepping on, Lily?"

Lily shrugged. "I have no idea. I wasn't even thinking about stepping on anypony."

"What about a yak?" teased Snapdragon.

"Don't be ridiculous," scoffed Lily. "Granny's a girl. Girls can't be fathers!"

"Plus, step-parents are always evil," added Glory. "Ask any fairy tale."

"That's in-laws," corrected Snapdragon. "Any romantic comedy will tell you that in-laws are awful. It's better to refer to them as out-laws, because you want them out."

"Being related to your husband isn't a crime, though," argued Daisy. "How would they be outlaws?"

"They might have been outlaws before they were in-laws," suggested Lily.

"Well, my granny is my mom's mother-in-law, and they like each other just fine," argued Glory. "Are you calling my granny a criminininal?"

"No! Of course not!" growled Lily. "Although, her cookies are so good that they should be illegal... "

"Oh!" Daisy clapped her hooves again. "You're going to be a mother! That means you have to know how to cook!"

"Well, why can't my step-husband do the cooking?" asked Lily.

"Boys don't know how to cook!" laughed Snapdragon. "Who ever heard of a stallion that knows how to cook?"

"My dad cooks," shrugged Lily.

"Yes, but that's different, darling. Your father is a single parent. He has to know how to cook. No self-respecting stallion would choose to lower himself to work in the kitchen; that's what mares are good at."

"Well, if she's already good at it," snorted Daisy, "why does she have to learn how to cook?"

"That's not what I said!" sneered Snapdragon.

"You said that mares are good at cooking," confirmed Glory. "And even my mom said that Lily's becoming a mare. That's what heat does; my mom said so herself! So why does she have to learn?"

"Because the foal's going to need food," answered Snapdragon.

"Babies drink milk," argued Daisy. "You can just buy that at the store and pour it into the bottle, right?"

"That's right," nodded Glory. "I saw it in a movie, once."

"I saw that movie, too!" nodded Daisy. "In fact, they just put the rubber thingy on the bottle and give it to the baby."

"It's called a nipple," said Snapdragon.

"No, nipples are those protrusions between your back legs," clarified Lily.

"No, she's right," interjected Daisy. "Those are called "teats." They're used to attract stallions to make them servants. That's what my sister said."

"Well, can we use them to make a stallion her servant, and then make that servant be her husband?" asked Glory. "If that's what they're for, then we can find her a husband, easy!"

There was silence for a moment, with some smiling and nodding. However, it wasn't more than a minute before all expectant eyes fell on Daisy. All of a sudden, everypony was staring at her.

"What?"

"How do I use them?" asked Lily.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, if I'm going to use these to make a stallion my servant," she stood up and rubbed her breasts, "I need to know how, right?"

"I think just having them is enough."

Lily shook her head. "I've had teats for years, and I've never known what they were there for. I also can't remember ever using them to convince a stallion to do what I wanted. If that's what they do, mine aren't working."

"Mine, either," answered Snapdragon, peering down between her legs. "You'd think that if I could make colts into servants, they wouldn't be so rude."

"I think mine work," said Glory, "but that might just be wishful thinking. They might have also just agreed to it because they were going to whether they were under the hypnotic spell of my teats in the first place."

"Mine are bigger."

Everypony turned to Lily, who pushed them out.

"They weren't this big at camp, were they?"

They certainly were bigger than they had been at camp. They weren't all that big yet, but they had grown out a little bit. They were softer, too, and had a lot more give when she poked them with her hoof.

"Maybe the amount of power they hold is bigger when they grow out?" suggested Snapdragon. "Maybe you should try to convince a stallion to do what you say. It'd be very helpful if it works."

"Maybe I should," thought Lily aloud. "It couldn't hurt."

"It could, though," warned Glory. "What if you used them to convince a guard to look away while you did something illegal, and another guard, a mare this time, caught you? That'd be, like... tampering with the guards, or something. That's even more illegal, right?"

"Well, yeah, but it's not like they can arrest me for two crimes at once," chuckled Lily. A few seconds later, the smile faded from her face. "Can they?"

"I don't know," shrugged Snapdragon. "I haven't been arrested before."

"Neither have I," agreed Daisy. "I could ask my cousin. He was arrested, but he quit, so they let him go."

"Please do," nodded Lily. "I want to know what the penalty is for using these things, and I want to know how they work so that I don't use them accidentally." She took one more poke at her breasts. Now that she knew they were able to be used as weapons, they were suddenly frightening.