Sandbar and Ocellus' Love

Chapters

The Beach
At the Gala
Spa Date
Wedding Day
Family

The Beach

Author's Note

I chose to go a little experimental with this chapter, partly because of how long my stories tend to be, and partly because of a Rumbloo story called Linked by Wheels. That story was just pure narrative with no dialogue shown in quotation marks, and I thought I'd give it a bash myself.

The Beach

Following that memorable first date at the Tasty Treat, Ocellus was delighted when Sandbar asked her out a second time. He and his family were due to spend a week's vacation at one of their favourite summer destinations, on West Palm Beach in Miamane; and since Ocellus had decided to stay in Equestria over the summer break, he didn't hesitate to ask if she would like to join them. The young changeling was only too happy to accept.

Sandbar's parents were equally happy to take Ocellus with them, and even had the good grace to invite the rest of her family along too. It did mean having to book an extra chalet for them, but with the best part of a fortnight to go before travelling down to Miamane, and thanks in part to a well-timed cancellation, they had little trouble making the necessary arrangements. After a three-day rail journey from Ponyville, Sandbar and his family, accompanied by Ocellus, arrived in Miamane Station to find her brother, sister and parents awaiting them – and with them, as chance would have it, Thorax. He had heard how popular West Palm Beach was as a summer resort, he explained, and decided to take a vacation of his own here.

Having settled into their chalets, the two families spent the first evening getting to know each other better. Ocellus' parents, Spiracle and Carapace, knew about Sandbar from letters she had written home, but this was the first chance they had ever had to meet him properly, let alone the rest of his family. They were soon chatting away with Beachcomber and High Tide like old friends, and their younger children, Lumbar and Axilla, made equally good company for little Coral Currents. Sandbar and Ocellus sat snuggled together on the sofa, still tired from the journey, but thinking what a wonderful two weeks it was going to be as they watched the three of them playing together.

The following morning saw them all enjoying themselves out on the golden sands. While their parents brought the necessary loungers, beach blankets, parasols and other items, Ocellus went for a wander with Sandbar, to explore the beach and take in her surroundings. It was the first time she had been anywhere near the sea, having grown up in what was once a vast desert wasteland; and as she took in all the sights and sounds, the crashing of the waves against the shore, the occasional cry of the seagulls, she almost felt a little saddened at having been deprived of such an exotic experience for so long. Sandbar, on the other hoof, seemed very much at home here – and no wonder, she thought, given how much he enjoyed a good surf. Indeed, she was a little puzzled as to why he didn't bother to bring his surfboard along that morning, but Sandbar reassured her that there would be plenty of time for that later on. He had been hoping to share the thrill of surfing with her, he added, but didn't want to rush her into it. Ocellus understood, remembering as she did how alienated she felt on her first day in Equestria.

After a while, they rejoined their parents and settled down for a good sunbathe, while Coral, Lumbar and Axilla built up a sandcastle a little further down the beach. The sun had grown especially strong by then, and Ocellus was almost tempted to morph into a lizard, the better to resist the effects of sunburn; but she quickly changed her mind when Sandbar pulled out a bottle of sunscreen from his beach bag and offered to apply it for her. She lay down prone on one of the blankets, purring comfortably as she enjoyed an impromptu massage from her coltfriend, the gentle touch of his hooves beautifully complemented by the soothing, oily texture of the lotion. No need for a spa when you had someone like Sandbar around, she thought contentedly.

Once Sandbar had finished, Ocellus offered to do the same to him, to which he heartily agreed. She found the sunscreen a little tricky to work with at first; it flowed rather more easily than she bargained for, and left a greasy film on her hooves no matter how much she rubbed into his fur. But she soon got the hang of it, and even began to enjoy herself a little as she listened to the happy moans coming from her coltfriend.

As well as all the beach furniture, Beachcomber and High Tide had brought along a light lunch of peanut butter sandwiches, with a bottle of lemonade to wash it down. Once these had been consumed, Sandbar and Ocellus decided they had done enough relaxing for one day, and cantered eagerly away for a swim. Both their parents watched on heartily as the two young creatures all but bounded into the sea, and Thorax allowed himself a warm smile of his own. Ocellus had more than done him proud with how she had dedicated herself to her friendship lessons; but this growing relationship between her and Sandbar, he observed, was something else.

Seeing their siblings take to the water, Coral and Axilla left their sandcastle and scampered in after them, keen to join the fun. Lumbar followed suit, but not without picking up the beach ball they had brought along; and soon all five of them were enjoying a lively game of water polo. More than once, Lumbar would show off by transforming into a baby seal just as he was about to catch the ball, and then balancing it on the tip of his snout for a few seconds before tossing it back into the air and batting it away with his tail. Eventually, Sandbar grew so eager that he accidentally splashed Ocellus in the face as he was making a leap for the ball, making her yelp in surprise. Startled back to reality, he began to stumble over himself in apology, only to be startled once again as Ocellus quickly recovered and cheekily splashed him back; and before they knew it, they were locked in a playful water fight with each other.

As evening descended over the beach, the two families gathered to watch the sun go down. Lumbar, Coral and Axilla were still playing with their ball, but Sandbar and Ocellus had worn each other out from their play fight, and settled for just lying peacefully on a shared blanket in each other's embrace. Looking back over what a fun day they had had, and at the half-asleep form of Ocellus by his side, Sandbar couldn't be gladder to have brought her to share it with him. Eyes glistening with love, he leaned in and planted a tender kiss on her lips, causing her heart to flutter as she returned it. To be lounging under the setting sun, on a vast golden beach, with the love of her life by her side...it felt like she was living a scene from a romantic novel she had once read in the school library, and she never wanted it to end.

And as the sun finally disappeared, and the stars began to twinkle, they both knew this moment would stay with them for the rest of their lives.

At the Gala

Sandbar stood at the foot of the staircase, tapping his hooves expectantly as he took in his surroundings. It seemed only yesterday he and his friends had spent the weekend in this hotel, when he had treated Ocellus to dinner at the Tasty Treat and become more than a friend to her. He gazed out of a nearby window, sighing happily at the memory and picturing what awaited them later that evening.

To one side, Gallus sat fidgeting impatiently. “Come on, come on,” he grumbled, “what's keeping 'em so long?!”

“Cool it, Gallus,” soothed Sandbar. “We've still got plenty of time; they'll be down here soon enough.”

“I should darn well hope so,” muttered Gallus. “Why is it that girls always take forever and a day to doll themselves up?”

“Ocellus doesn't – not usually, that is,” Sandbar observed. Tonight, of course, was a different story; it was the night of the Grand Galloping Gala, and he and the rest of the gang had been invited to represent the School of Friendship for the event. This being such an important occasion, it only made sense in his mind that Ocellus was taking longer than usual to get ready. “Anyway, it'll all be worth it to see how they look.”

“And another thing,” added Gallus, looking down at the suit that had been tailored for him by Rarity, “I'm properly getting itchy in this penguin garb. Why I had to...whoa ho ho!” His beak dropped open in awe as he saw Silverstream drifting down the stairs, and just looking at the radiant aquamarine dress she was wearing, with strings of pearls along the skirt and a ruffled hem and neckline, he had to admit that Sandbar was right.

“Hi, Gallus,” she trilled as she touched down next to the blue and yellow griffin. “What do you think – looking good?”

“Uh...yeah, great,” stammered Gallus, struggling to find his voice he was so taken with her appearance. “That's some dress you've got on – must've taken ages to get right.”

“Flatterer!” giggled Silverstream, and hugged him tightly. “And you look really dapper in that suit.”

“Do I?”

“Yeah, it really...suits you.”

Gallus, forgetting to feel uncomfortable, smiled appreciatively as he discretely returned the hug. “Only for you, Silverstream,” he murmured.

Sandbar chuckled under his breath. Even before those two had become an item, Silverstream had worked wonders in bringing out the softer side of Gallus' once crusty nature; but then again, he thought wryly, she seemed to have that effect on a lot of creatures. Even Smoulder had grown to like her relentlessly chipper personality.

“Hey, save it for the wedding, you lovebirds!” Talking of Smoulder, she too had just turned up in a smart grey suit of her own, complete with a matching skirt, a white blouse and a yellow tie.

“Very funny,” muttered Gallus dryly as he and Silverstream separated. “And what do you think you're made up as, a stockbroker?!”

The cheeky smirk on Smoulder's face twisted into an offended scowl. “Ah, shut up, Gallus,” she retorted. “No-one's stuffing me into some dress, thank you – if I'm to take part in this Gala, I'm either turning up in a suit or not at all.”

“What, and look like you've lost your way to the office?” put in Gallus smugly.

“You've no room to talk, Con Mane...”

“Alright, you two, pack it in!” interjected Sandbar, stifling another chuckle. “You wanna make a good impression, don't you?”

Gallus frowned awkwardly. “Yeah...I suppose.”

“Well, duh!” said Smoulder, rolling her eyes. “I've got my image to think of, you know.”

“Then cool it, both of you, or you'll spoil that image before we even get there.” Sandbar turned back to the staircase just as Yona came down. “Hey, Yona. Seen Ocellus yet?”

“Nah, friend Ocellus still getting ready,” replied Yona.

“Figures,” remarked Smoulder. “She did seem kinda nervous about this whole Gala business.”

“You think maybe she's knotting up her bedsheets and making ready to run for the hills?”

Gallus shook his head in dismay. “Ah, come on, Silverstream, Ocellus would never leave us hanging like this. And why would a changeling need to use knotted bedsheets to escape a hotel room?”

“Well, she might if she changed into an Earth pony or something,” Silverstream observed.

Yona snorted dismissively; but before she could protest, they were interrupted by a polite cough from the top of the stairs. All turned to see Ocellus finally making her way down to join them, and Sandbar could only stare through misty eyes at how graceful she looked in her new dress. It consisted of a sequinned red bodice, a white skirt, and a golden yellow sash that draped over her hindquarters, with a flower-shaped brooch to complete the image. “What do you think, guys?” she asked, shyly striking a pose.

“Wow, Ocellus,” gushed Silverstream, “you look great!”

“I'll say you do,” agreed Sandbar breathlessly. “That's a really neat dress, Celly – it's just so...you.”

“Aww, thanks, Sandy,” murmured Ocellus, blushing with pride. “I know it's not much, but...”

“No, really, I...I can't even begin to describe how lovely you look. In fact, no, 'lovely' doesn't even come close! It's...you're...” The others smiled heartily as Sandbar struggled to find the right words. “...ravishing! That's the word I was after!” he blurted out at last.

Smoulder chuckled. “Easy, lover boy,” she teased. “You keep flattering Ocellus like that, you'll have her swooning before we even get to the Gala!”

“Oh, give over!” snorted Sandbar; but couldn't help smiling all the same. “Shall we get going, guys?”

“Yeah!” bellowed Yona, leaping around excitedly. “Yona wanna show Canterlot how yaks party!”

Gallus fought to keep a straight face as they filed out towards their waiting carriage. “Why do I get the feeling it's gonna turn into a demolition derby?” he muttered to no creature in particular.

Given the prejudices some of the upper class types held against their species, the six students were fairly well-received at the Gala. As a relative of Queen Novo, Silverstream seemed to garner the most respect and attention among the group, while Yona and Ocellus in particular were treated with great curiosity, to say the least. Comparatively few ponies took much notice of Sandbar, but he didn't mind; all that mattered to him was being here and having a good time with his beloved changeling.

They mingled for a while, exchanging a polite greeting here and there, making a brief stop at the buffet table for a snack, and just generally enjoying themselves. After a while, Sandbar noticed a few couples, Gallus and Silverstream included, start to take up the dance floor as the band began playing a gentle, measured slow dance number. He smiled at this point and gazed hopefully at Ocellus. “Wanna join in?” he offered.

“Well...I have been taking lessons from Professor Rarity,” conceded Ocellus thoughtfully. “I guess it can't hurt to make use of them.” She gingerly took hold of Sandbar's right hoof, placed her left on his shoulder, and guided him carefully onto the floor with the other dancers. Part of her expected him to stumble a little, so she was pleasantly surprised to see him keeping a near-perfect composure as they waltzed in time with the music. “Wow, Sandy,” she breathed, “how are you so good at this?”

Sandbar blushed with humble pride. “I'd been taking lessons myself. I figured that if we were gonna attend this Gala, I might as well make the most of it – especially for my precious Celly.”

“Aw, Sandy.” Ocellus was so touched that she wanted to kiss him there and then; but not wishing to break their focus until the music had finished, she was compelled to hold back for the time being. Not that that seemed much of a problem anyway, for even as she became lost in the twin green pools of Sandbar's fond gaze, her hooves seemed to be moving by instinct, and without the slightest hint of faltering.

She had often been told that dances like these were a good way for creatures to show their affection for one another, and right now it was plain to see why – both of them were moving in harmony, each depending on the other for guidance and support. Sandbar was doing a great job at providing both, Ocellus considered, and that alone made her feel safe in his hooves. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, the music reached its climax, and she finally allowed herself to lean forward; indeed, it came as little surprise that Sandbar seemed to have had the same idea himself. As their lips met, a few of the onlookers and other dancers cooed softly; while Silverstream squealed with delight and began enthusing about how cute the two of them were, how wonderfully they danced, how much she was looking forward to their wedding day...and so the list went on!

After another hour or two, Sandbar and Ocellus decided they needed a break from all the music and chatter, so they went outside for some fresh air. There were a few other Gala guests out in the Royal Gardens at that moment, but apart from that, all was peaceful and quiet as the young lovers wandered over to a more secluded part of the lawn. The stars twinkled softly amid a cloudless sky, and in the light of the full moon above, they could just make out the faint outline of the valley in which Ponyville was situated.

“You enjoy yourself?” asked Sandbar softly.

Ocellus nodded. “It sure was a lot better than I expected it to be,” she murmured, “but having you there with me...oh, it was just so...perfect.” She sighed contentedly as she rested her head on Sandbar's shoulder. “I'm so glad I got to come here.”

“Me too, Celly,” whispered Sandbar, wrapping an arm around his changeling. “I mean, yeah, I might not have thought much of it at first, but ever since we started going out together...” He smiled affectionately as he finished in mid-sentence.

“I never would've guessed you'd be such a natural on the dance floor,” continued Ocellus admiringly.

Sandbar chuckled modestly. “I wasn't that good, was I?”

“Sure you were! You were practically floating on air the whole time, even without wings.”

“Yeah, well...you were even better than me. Any creature would think you were a professional ballerina with how well you danced!”

Ocellus suppressed a flattered giggle. “If you say so, Sandy,” she replied, and went back to snuggling into the crook of his neck. Tonight, she thought happily, had to be the most romantic she and Sandbar had ever shared together, and deep down, she could only wish it would never end.

Spa Date

The Ponyville Spa was always a popular place to go for Hearts and Hooves Day. This year was no different, with many couples coming to enjoy various levels of pampering from Lotus and Aloe Blossom; but for one creature in particular, the treatment they offered was still a novel experience. As Aloe sat patiently behind the reception desk that afternoon, the ringing of the door chimes caught her attention, and she looked up to see two teenagers entering the lobby, one Earth pony and one changeling.

“Hi there. We've booked a reservation for the Hearts and Hooves Day Special package, names of Sandbar and Ocellus,” said the pony.

“Just a second, please,” replied Aloe, and began leafing through the appointment book. After a few seconds, she looked up again; “Ah, yes, I have you down for 3:30pm, which...is just coming up now,” she affirmed, checking the nearby clock to be sure. “Lotus should be finished in a few minutes, so if you'd like to head on through, we'll be right with you.”

“Thanks, miss.” Sandbar nodded appreciatively as he and Ocellus made their way to the changing rooms. They emerged again only a few seconds later, wearing the complimentary robes that the spa provided for its clients; these had been lovingly crafted from the finest, softest plush, and enchanted with a special relaxant spell to enhance the experience.

“I still can't believe you were able to afford this, Sandy,” remarked Ocellus. “How much did you say it was...250 bits?”

“240 for the both of us. And I'd got a small fortune saved up from those weekend paper rounds I'd been doing lately, so I thought why not?” answered Sandbar. “Any excuse to treat my marefriend, after all.”

Ocellus giggled, trying to hide her blush. “You really do spoil me sometimes, you know that?”

“Yeah, well...what kind of coltfriend would I be if I didn't?” said Sandbar fondly. “Besides, I still owe you for taking me to that ice festival last December. I'm amazed you even managed to get the tickets for that event!”

“I know,” smiled Ocellus. “It's a miracle I managed to earn enough money clearing snow before they were sold out – but it sure was worth it.”

“I'll say it was,” agreed Sandbar, giving her a grateful nuzzle. It wasn't often that Ocellus was able to surprise him like that, but it always felt all the more special when she did.

“Ahem...” A polite cough brought the two teenagers back to reality, and they turned to see Lotus Blossom standing in front of them with a slightly amused look. “...sorry to interrupt a tender moment between lovers, but Aloe told me you were here for a Hearts and Hooves Day Special, no?”

“Uh...yeah, that's right,” chuckled Sandbar awkwardly.

“Ah, good,” replied Lotus in a more professional tone. “Now then, young sir, which treatment would you and your marefriend like first? Massage, hoof bath, hot tub, aromatherapy or sauna?”

Sandbar and Ocellus pondered for a moment.

“Hmm...maybe try the massage first?” decided Ocellus. “I know what that's like, at least.”

“Sounds good to me,” agreed Sandbar.

“Ah, excellent choice. I've already got a pair of tables set up for you both, so if you'd care to lie face-down next to each other, we can begin,” declared Lotus as her sister entered from the lobby.

The two teenagers did as they were told, and soon they were basking in the soothing feeling of oily hooves rubbing the tension out of their bodies. Judging by the smell, the oil Aloe and Lotus were using was probably a mix of lavender and rose with a hint of tea tree; while the gentle sounds of harp music against a background of trickling stream water provided an air of romance and contentment in which for the young couple to immerse themselves.

“Mmm, this never gets old,” murmured Sandbar, almost drowsily.

“Why, do you...come here very often?” Ocellus had grown so spacey from her massage that she almost struggled to speak at all.

Sandbar chuckled faintly. “Not trying to hit on me, are you, sweet lips?” he teased, trying and failing to put on a seductive tone he was in such bliss. “Joking aside...yeah, I've been here once or twice, usually just for one of these massages; and these two mares do a really good job of it.”

“You're too kind, sir,” tittered Aloe, moving from Sandbar's neck down to his shoulders.

Ocellus moaned contentedly in agreement. Sandbar was a pretty good masseur, she thought, but Aloe and Lotus made him seem a total amateur by comparison. How she wished she could have sampled this kind of treatment before...indeed, it was proving so relaxing that she seemed to lose track of time as she dozed off. Only when the gentle pressure on her carapace ceased did she begin to regain her senses.

“There we go,” whispered Lotus, “all done. I'll let you come round in your own time while we prepare your hoof baths.”

“Mmm...okay,” mumbled Ocellus. Part of her wanted to just stay where she was and sleep it off; but the rest of her knew Sandbar hadn't brought her here just to waste a perfectly good spa date by loafing around. Slowly, groggily, she willed herself awake, and began to shift herself off the table and back on all fours, only to wobble a bit as she struggled to find her balance.

Luckily, Sandbar had already managed to stand himself up with little trouble, and came over to steady the dozy insectoid before she toppled over. “It's alright, Celly, I gotcha.”

“Thanks, Sandy,” said Ocellus, pausing for a while to let the effects of vertigo fade away. “I never thought massages could be so disorienting.”

“Ah, you get used to it,” Sandbar counselled. “I found it hard to stay awake myself the first few times. That's why I went ahead and chose the hoof bath; because I knew you'd be too out of it to think properly.”

“So what does a hoof bath involve?”

“Ah, just standing in soapy water and letting it rid your hooves of any aches or stresses,” replied Sandbar simply. “I've never tried it myself, but I'm told it's surprisingly relaxing.”

Ocellus looked across to where Aloe and Lotus had just finished filling two small, shallow bathtubs. “Can't hurt to try, I guess,” she conceded with a small shrug; but wisely, she still took her time getting there lest she bring on an unexpected relapse. Sandbar stayed by her side the whole way, and only when she finally stepped into the water did he head over to his own tub.

If the massage was that much better here than when Sandbar gave them, the hoof bath seemed almost unreal. Even though she was standing up, her hooves felt light as feathers, almost as if she was floating on air; and any aching she might have felt soon faded away as the herbs and salts soaked into them. Looking over to Sandbar, she was amused to find him looking just as astonished as herself.

“Wow,” he remarked. “Professor Rarity sure wasn't joking. This is amazing!”

“I'll say it is,” agreed Ocellus. “I ought to see if I can get Smoulder to try something like this someday.”

“You reckon?”

“Well, why not?” put in Ocellus reasonably.

“What, tough tomboy Smoulder? Surely she'd rather break a leg than be seen dead in a spa,” chuckled Sandbar wryly. “Closest you'd get is her bathing in lava.”

“Yeah, but it still counts,” Ocellus pointed out. “And don't you remember when I persuaded her to come clean about what happened in the caves under the School of Friendship?”

Sandbar could only smile at the memory. Poor Smoulder had been most embarrassed when Silverstream caught her in a fanciful-looking dress in their dormitory a year ago, and after rumours about it started to spread around the school, she was afraid to show her face for a whole week. Luckily, Starlight had put a stop to all that, and after a great deal of encouragement from Ocellus, the young dragon explained to the group that their little adventure had made her realise the feminine side of her character she never knew she had. While Gallus still teased her about it, the others were most supportive, and gradually helped her feel more at ease with herself from then on.

After another ten minutes of small talk, the young couple moved on to the aromatherapy room, still marvelling at how clean, soft and supple their hooves felt. They would definitely be going for the hoof bath again for their next spa date, whenever that might be; and as she took in the calming, heavenly scents of jasmine and lavender from the lighted candles, Ocellus quickly decided that this too would be worth repeating.

The sauna, on the other hoof, took a bit of getting used to. As the young couple entered what Lotus referred to as the “steam room”, Ocellus was a little taken aback by how warm and humid the air had suddenly become. She raised a hoof to her mouth, stifling a momentary coughing fit.

“Ah, yeah...guess I should've warned you about that before we came in,” murmured Sandbar apologetically. “Do you need to step outside for a...”

“No, I'm alright,” gasped Ocellus as she managed to steady her breathing. “I just didn't realise it'd be so steamy in here.”

Sandbar gave her a wry smile. “That's...kinda the idea of a sauna. The steam's meant to ease muscle tension and help shed weight through sweating. I'm even told it can help clear your airways.”

Ocellus was a little sceptical of that last point, but didn't wish to appear ungrateful, so she settled herself down next to Sandbar on the wooden bench that extended round the room. “You know,” she remarked, “we mentioned Smoulder earlier – I bet something like this would be right up her street!”

“Yeah, you might be onto something there, Celly,” agreed Sandbar with a laugh. “I might suggest it to her later.”

And well he might, thought Ocellus; for although the humidity felt a little uncomfortable at first, she was slowly starting to see the benefits of a good sauna. Any remaining aches that the massage had failed to alleviate soon faded away, and when she and Sandbar stepped out of the steam room ten minutes later, her joints felt a lot more supple than before. Even so, she was thankful they had left the hot tub till last with how sweaty she had become.

Aloe had just finished adding extra oils and salts as Ocellus and Sandbar approached. “There,” she declared with a smile, “that should just about be ready for you both. I've added a bit of chamomile this time, just to give you a bit of variety.”

“Much appreciated,” Sandbar smiled back, slipping out of his bathrobe. Ocellus did the same, using her magic to set them down on a nearby bench, and the two teenagers climbed carefully into the tub. They were still feeling a little hot from their sauna, so the water felt ironically cool as they sat down next to each other; but once they were acclimatised, so they began to relax again.

Ocellus sighed heartily as she leaned against her stallion. “Thanks for taking me here, Sandy,” she murmured. “This spa date was a great idea. We should definitely do this again sometime.”

“Yeah, we should,” agreed Sandbar, wrapping an arm around her and drawing her closer. “I'm sure glad you enjoyed it, Celly.”

“Mmm...240 bits, and worth every cent. Did I ever mention how I love you, Sandy?”

Sandbar chuckled softly. “Once or twice, dearest sweetheart of mine,” he whispered.

Wedding Day

Graduation Day at the School of Friendship had been a memorable day indeed as far as Ocellus was concerned. Not only had she been awarded a Golden Diploma and an offer to become a teacher at the very school that had nurtured her for the last three years, but she had also been granted citizenship to live in Ponyville indefinitely – and best of all, Sandbar had finally popped the question that same evening. Now, a year on from that day, she was back in Canterlot, this time at the castle, for the most important and special day of her and her coltfriend's lives.

She sat in front of the mirror, reflecting on how dramatically her life had changed as her mother helped her into the pink-tinted wedding dress Professor Rarity had made for her. Five or six years had passed since Chrysalis' fall from power, when Thorax managed to seize the throne and reform his entire kingdom; but even now, it amazed her to think how lucky she was. Under the last queen, she had been but a mere drone with no future to call her own, and yet King Thorax chose her, and not some young noble, to attend the School of Friendship on behalf of the nation over a year later. To add to that, she had gained a number of new friends and helped to prove the true worth of her kind (and others) to a bigoted education chancellor, and indeed to the whole world.

But the one thing she had least expected, when Thorax presented her to the new school, was to find true love here in Ponyville, much less with a pony. Now, she was about to take the final step in their relationship, a prospect which was already making her nervous. Spiracle sensed this, and placed a comforting hoof on her daughter's shoulder.

“Take it easy, sweetie,” she whispered. “There's nothing to be afraid of – you'll be alright.”

Ocellus sighed softly. “I sure hope so,” she murmured. “It's just such a big change, this whole getting married thing; and what if something goes wrong? Like, what if I trip up before I get to the altar, or...”

“I know,” soothed Spiracle. “I had the same worries back when your father and I were wed. And you're right, marriage is a big commitment, but think about it – you and Sandbar – with how close you've grown over the last four years, you might as well have been married already.” She paused for a moment, feeling a small tear pricking her eye. “I still can't believe this is finally happening. You, my eldest daughter...you really have grown up.”

In spite of her unease, Ocellus managed an emotional smile as she hugged her mother tightly. “Have I, though?” she observed. “There are still times when I feel like the same naïve, vulnerable changeling I used to be.”

“And yet here you are, about to tie the knot with your loved one,” replied Spiracle, drawing back to look her in the eye. “I can't tell you how happy I am for you, seeing the fine young mare you've become, and the love you share with Sandbar.”

Their attention was diverted at that point as Carapace knocked and came in. “My goodness, Ocellus,” he breathed, “you look beautiful.”

Ocellus blushed with pride. “Thanks, Dad. And you're looking pretty smart too,” she said, eyeing the white suit he was wearing.

“You know,” continued Carapace, “I'd always dreamed of my little girl finding love, but...I didn't think I'd be giving her away so soon.” A wistful glint registered in his eyes as he added, “And to such a fine young pony too. We sure are gonna miss you.”

So deeply touched was Ocellus that she forgot to be nervous, and drew both her parents into the biggest and fondest hug she could manage. “I love you both,” she sobbed, trying to hold back her tears lest she ruin the small amount of makeup she was wearing.

“We love you too, poppet,” said Spiracle affectionately, and Carapace hummed in agreement.

As the three changelings finally pulled apart, a polite cough from the doorway told them that Smoulder, whom Ocellus had chosen as her maid of honour, had just entered the dressing room. “Sorry to ruin the moment, guys,” she spoke up, “but we're all ready for you.”

“Oh...right.” Ocellus was beginning to feel nervous again; but with a concerted effort, she just about managed to swallow her fears and remind herself that this was what she wanted. With that in mind, she draped over her head the one remaining part of her outfit, in the form of a silken white veil. “Okay, Smoulder,” she said bravely, “I'm all set. Let's do this.”

Spiracle gave her one last hug before flitting off to her seat, and to the strains of the Wedding March from Fluttershy's bird choir and her music teacher Octavia's cello, the procession began making its way down the aisle. Smoulder led the way, followed closely by Lumbar as ring bearer, and by Axilla and Coral Currents who left a trail of flower petals ahead of the bride. Ocellus came next, with Carapace by her side, while the rest of her bridesmaids brought up the rear – first Hornette, a slightly older changeling and close friend of hers since foalhood, with Silverstream and her cousin Skystar coming next, then Yona, Gabby, Sweetie-Belle, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and finally Babs Seed.

As Ocellus neared the altar, she saw an awestruck Sandbar gazing fondly upon her. A wave of nostalgia washed over her at this point; for apart from the white shirt and top hat and the sea-green bow tie, the white suit he was wearing resembled the tuxedo he had worn on their first date. That happy memory, combined with the loving glint in his eyes, almost brought tears to her eyes as she remembered what a wonderful time they had had. Pausing only to share a final nuzzle with her father before he went to sit next to Spiracle, she came to stand face-to-face with her beau, while her bridesmaids lined up behind her, with Smoulder and Hornette standing closest.

Sandbar's own entourage, appropriately, featured Gallus as his best man, the griffin having taken special leave from the Royal Guard Academy for the event. Other old friends present among his grooms-creatures were Spike, Rumble, Button Mash and Tender Taps, as well as Hornette's own significant other, Locomotion; he had been a close confidante to Sandbar ever since he and Ocellus became an item, and both couples had formed a small support group to help each other through their respective tribulations. Thorax and Pharynx had been an equally invaluable source of support to all four of them, and so they had no objections to attending as grooms-creatures themselves. Last but not least in the line-up was Silverstream's younger brother Terramar, whose friendship with Sandbar had built up over a shared love of the sea.

But for a fleeting moment, only Sandbar himself seemed to exist in Ocellus' mind. All remaining traces of doubt finally melted away as she stared into those handsome green orbs, reflecting his warm, affectionate smile with her own deeply touched expression. Indeed, so entranced were the young couple that they almost didn't hear Twilight Sparkle addressing the audience;

“When my closest friends and I started the School of Friendship four years ago, it was our intention that by making it accessible to any and all creatures – be they pony, zebra, dragon, yak, changeling, donkey, griffin, hippogriff or any other species – we would help spread the magic of friendship far beyond our borders. Little could I have known, of course, that the camaraderie nurtured there would lead to two of my finest students finding love; and for this reason, I consider it a great honour to oversee the union of Ocellus and Sandbar in the joyful bond of matrimony. While they are not the first such couple to take this final step in their relationship...”

Unseen by Sandbar and Ocellus, Locomotion and Hornette smiled knowingly to each other.

“...as their old headmare, this particular union is of extra special significance to me, and I would like to emphasise how proud I am of you both,” went on Twilight. “Now, I'm told you two have written your own vows for each other. Sandbar, would you like to read yours out first?”

Without taking his eyes off his bride, Sandbar nodded in reply. Gallus passed him a sheet of paper from his pocket, and the green Earth pony began to recite its contents; “Ocellus, when we first started studying at the School of Friendship, I was concerned that it would be nothing short of chaos. With so many culture clashes and such, it sure seemed that way in the beginning; but the longer we all spent together, the more we warmed to each other, and now I can't imagine how life might've been if none of us had ever met.

“You yourself struck a particular chord in me, one which grew into a resounding melody with every passing day. It still makes my heart bleed just thinking how timid and self-conscious you were on our first day; I had resolved in my heart to help all of you fit in, but you were always at the forefront of my mind, and seeing you blossom into the young mare you are now has warmed my heart far more than I can put into words. I can't think of any other creature I'd rather spend my life with, and I promise to be there for you forever and always, to love and care for you for as long as I live.”

Ocellus was so touched by his words that she could already feel emotional tears pricking at her eyes, and it took all her willpower to hold herself back from kissing him there and then. A light tap on her shoulder brought her back to reality as Smoulder handed her the notepad on which she had written her own vows, but though the blue changeling readily accepted it, she had to pause for a moment to compose herself before she began.

“Sandbar, I can't thank you enough for helping me thrive here. As much as I wanted to do King Thorax proud at the School of Friendship, I was afraid that my being a changeling would make me the biggest outcast on the campus. But then I met you and the rest of the gang.” She paused again, smiling sincerely at Gallus, Yona, Silverstream and Smoulder. “You all befriended me, helped me fit in, made me feel like I really belonged...but you especially gave me and the others the helping hoof we so desperately needed. That first Hearth's Warming we all spent together really lit a flame in my heart, and when you asked me out for that first date...” Her voice broke a little at this point, and Hornette had to pass her a handkerchief to dry her eyes.

“...it really was a dream come true. And believe me, I'd longed to find love just as much as the next changeling – as much as any creature alive, in fact. It was only when I started dating you that I began to realise what true love was all about, and I want to be able to show that love to you just as you show and feed it to me. And so, Sandbar,” finished Ocellus, her eyes still glistening with tears of joy and love, “I promise I shall stand by your side just as you have stood by mine, and I shall cherish and support you until I have breathed my last.”

Twilight smiled warmly, and turned her attention to the audience, “I trust there are no objections to this union?”

The only reply she got was the odd sniffle here and there as Spiracle, High Tide and a few others fought to hold back their own tears.

“I hoped as much. In that case, Sandbar, do you take Ocellus as your wife, to love, honour and obey in sickness and health, for better or worse, as long as you both shall live?”

“I sure do, Your Highness.” Now even Sandbar was starting to show a few tears, but he more than kept his composure as he spoke.

“Ocellus, do you take Sandbar as your husband, to love, honour and obey in sickness and health, for better or worse, as long as you both shall live?”

“I...I do,” faltered Ocellus.

Now, Twilight nodded to Lumbar, who stepped forward with two small boxes. “Now for the exchange of rings. Repeat after me, Sandbar, as you put this ring on Ocellus; I give you this ring...”

“I give you this ring...,” echoed Sandbar, picking up the ring.

“...as an unending symbol of the love we share...”

“...as an unending symbol of the love we share...,” Sandbar spoke around the ring held between his teeth.

“...which brought us together on this day...”

“...which brought us together on this day...” He leaned forward, and Ocellus bowed her head just enough for him to slip it onto her horn.

“...in front of our friends and family...”

“...in front of our friends and family...” Carefully, he positioned the ring over the tip of her horn and let it drop into place.

“...and will keep us together for as long as we live.”

“...and will keep us together for as long as we live.” With those final words, Sandbar straightened up again to meet eyes with his bride.

“Ocellus, repeat after me as you put this ring on Sandbar.”

Ocellus took the other ring, larger than her own, and repeated the same words as she levitated it onto Sandbar's right hoof. Finally, after what might have felt like an eternity – and then some, given the whole year they had waited for this day to come – Twilight uttered the last, life-changing words...

“And now, Sandbar and Ocellus, by the powers vested in me, I hereby pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.”

A ripple of applause echoed throughout the hall as Ocellus finally let herself go. Levitating the veil away from her face, she all but launched herself at Sandbar even as he began to lean forward. The green Earth stallion was briefly taken by surprise, but quickly recovered, and both pony and changeling kissed with far greater passion than they had ever done before. Skystar and Silverstream both squealed with glee at this point, their joy punctuated by a happy chirp from the ever chipper Gabby, while Sweetie-Belle, Apple Bloom and Hornette finally let loose their own tears of pride for the young couple. Even Smoulder couldn't hold hers back. In the front row, Spiracle clung lovingly onto Carapace as they gazed with pride upon their daughter and their new son-in-law, whilst Beachcomber passed a handkerchief over to a teary-eyed High Tide.

With the ceremony over, the wedding party filed into the ballroom for the reception. In a nod to their very first date, Ocellus had suggested that Coriander Cumin and Saffron Masala be hired to provide the catering, to which both unicorns were only too happy to agree; thus the wedding breakfast constituted a motley collection of the finest Elephandian gourmet dishes. The only exception, of course, was the huge four-tier wedding cake complete with a waxwork topper in Sandbar and Ocellus' likeness; and once they had finished their main meal, everyone else watched as the young lovers both took hold of the knife and cut two slices out of the top layer, with Featherweight taking yet another of the photographs they had invited him to take that day. Then they each fed one slice to the other before offering some more to their guests.

There were of course speeches from both Ocellus and Sandbar, as well as their parents and some of their bridesmaids and grooms-creatures. Thorax and Hornette, old friends themselves, emphasised how proud they were of the younger changeling, with Pharynx adding that unions like these could really help to strengthen their cultural relations; Silverstream and Yona enthusiastically recounted some of their adventures together, whereas Gallus kept his short and straight to the point by simply congratulating the newly wedded couple; and Smoulder remarked how proud she was of how Ocellus had matured. Locomotion even pitched in with a stand-up comedy routine specially dedicated to the young couple, inviting them to laugh with him as he jokily sang their praises! After that, Octavia took up the stage with a solo performance on her cello as Sandbar and Ocellus took their first dance as a married couple.

A few dances later, when it came time for the bouquet toss, the unmarried females eagerly reached out as Ocellus flung it towards the waiting crowd; but none were more surprised than Smoulder when, despite her not bothering to join in, the bouquet landed right in her lap. Gallus chortled at this and jokingly suggested it was about time she went and found a drake to start dating with. Smoulder just scoffed in reply, not having the heart to mention that she and another dragon, Fume, had been an item for the past five months now.

It was well past midnight when the party finally wound down. One by one, the guests retired to their chambers, but not without wishing Sandbar and Ocellus a long, happy marriage. The young couple stayed behind a little longer to enjoy the peace and serenity of the night, and to bask in the throes of post-marital euphoria.

“Well, Celly,” whispered Sandbar fondly, “husband and wife at last.”

Ocellus purred warmly as she gave him a loving nuzzle. “Yes, Sandy,” she replied. “I'm so happy we made it this far. That was the best day of my life, bar none.”

“You and me both, ladybird.”

Silence fell once again over the newly-weds, and the only sounds that could be heard apart from the chirping of crickets, the hooting of the odd owl and the chirping of nightingales was that of a brass band playing somewhere in the distance.

“Sandy?”

“Yeah?”

Ocellus gazed into her new husband's eyes. “Reckon we could have one more dance before we turn in?”

Sandbar chuckled. “I don't see why not,” he decided, taking hold of her left hoof and wrapping his other arm around her barrel. Though faint, the music was just clear enough for them to keep a decent rhythm as they spent another few minutes waltzing in the moonlight, their eyes twinkling like the stars as each became lost in the other's gaze. The wedding itself may have come to an end, but as far as they were concerned, the story was only just beginning...

Family

The sounds of giggling foals and melodic birdsong created a friendly ambience for Sandbar and Ocellus as they wandered along the gravel path. It had been nearly four years since their wedding; Ocellus was partway through her fourth semester as a professor at the School of Friendship, and Sandbar was already making a name for himself as an apprentice at Carousel Boutique. Now, with the arrival of spring break, they were able to get in a good bit of extra quality time together, and had opted to treat themselves to a picnic in the park.

After a while, they fixed upon a nice, quiet, empty patch of grass beneath a spreading chestnut tree, from where they could watch the foals having fun on the nearby playground. With everything laid out, they settled down on the blanket, with Sandbar draping an arm over Ocellus' shoulders and Ocellus resting her head softly against his cheek, and looked on idly as the little colts and fillies played around, pausing every so often to take a sip of lemonade or a bite of the buttercup sandwiches they had packed. Among their ranks, Sandbar could just make out his little sister on the jungle gym with Cream Puff and Pumpkin Cake.

“She sure has grown since we got hitched,” he murmured to himself.

“Hmm?” Ocellus gave an inquisitive chirp in reply.

“Coral,” explained Sandbar, pointing to the aquamarine filly.

“Oh yeah...yes, she has, hasn't she?” mused Ocellus. She breathed a wistful sigh as she watched the three fillies at play. “I do envy her sometimes, all carefree and full of energy...just...being allowed to be her age, if that makes sense.”

Sandbar nodded, remembering what she had once said about how oppressive Chrysalis had been during her reign. “Must've been real tough on you,” he sympathised.

“It's yet another reason why I'm glad to have been sent here,” Ocellus went on. “Even as a little filly, I was eager to learn more about the world around me; but Chrysalis would never have allowed it. As far as she was concerned, we were all just subordinates. Thorax, on the other hoof...”

“Yeah, I know,” agreed Sandbar with a soft smile. Seeing that he had finished his sandwich, he reached into the basket and took out two apples, passing one to his wife before taking a bite out of the other. “Still, good riddance, eh?”

Ocellus smiled back; but the couple were startled by a pained wail from the playground. One little colt was lying at the base of the jungle gym, his eyes awash with tears as he clutched his knee. Sandbar watched as a middle-aged unicorn stallion came trotting over with a look of concern etched on his face; stooping down to look the colt in the eye, his expression turned to dismay as he saw what must have been a graze. He picked up the crying foal and hugged him gently.

While a big part of Sandbar hoped the colt wasn't too badly hurt, the sight of the stallion comforting the distressed colt struck a particularly deep chord with him. Those two ponies were evidently father and son, and he couldn't help but imagine himself in the same scenario – and not as the injured colt either...

“Sandy?”

“Huh?” Sandbar snapped back to reality.

“Are you okay? You seemed to be zoning out there.”

“Uh, yeah, I'm fine,” replied Sandbar, a little more hastily than he intended.

But Ocellus didn't seem convinced. “You felt a little lost just then,” she ventured. “Like...I don't know, like you were yearning for something, but thought it was way out of your grasp.”

Sandbar chuckled wryly. “Can't keep anything from you, can I?” His smile faded again as he tried to put his thoughts into words; “I was just wondering, Ocellus...what you were saying just now about foals...I...nah, it probably wouldn't work out anyway.”

“What wouldn't work out?” quizzed Ocellus, now visibly confused.

“Well...my route to Carousel Boutique and back takes me past this playground,” continued Sandbar uneasily, “and I...there have been times, including right now, where I wonder...I really do love you, but...would we ever be able to have foals ourselves?”

Ocellus froze, almost as if in shock, and Sandbar began to wonder if he might have spoken too soon. Or had she too been worrying over their difference in...

“Yes.”

Sandbar shot her a baffled double-take. Sure enough, Ocellus' blank expression had turned to one of touched joy, and she wasn't showing even the faintest hint of it being a joke. “Seriously?”

“But of course, Sandy. And there was I beginning to think you'd never ask!”

“So...you don't think me being a pony might...”

“...make breeding impossible? Not at all. In fact, I've been thinking about foals myself,” explained Ocellus, “and after looking through the school library, I found a newly published textbook on changelings in the Biology section that told me everything I needed to know. It says that we changelings can instinctively make ourselves compatible with any other species in existence – ponies, dragons, griffins, donkeys, you name it! And we don't even have to change into those species in order to breed with them.”

Sandbar's eyes lit up. “You...you mean it?”

“It was written by a changeling, and apparently there's sound scientific evidence to back it up.”

“So...if I wanted to start a family with you...?”

“I'd be more than capable of having your babies, Sandy,” finished Ocellus, gazing at him with half-lidded eyes. “And I can tell you want to give me them just as badly...”

“Uh-huh,” murmured Sandbar, caught between passion and anxiety. It was true he wanted that new family so dearly, but not while they were out in...

“...so after we get home, we can treat ourselves to a nice, romantic dinner for two – and then the scented candles, the rose petals, the soft harp music...you and me, alone...sweet, sweet love...and not just the kind we feed on.”

“You bet,” whispered Sandbar in a husky tone. Privately, he thanked the powers above that Ocellus didn't go for him there and then – especially not in front of the foals!

“...so how soon will we know?”

“Only a few more minutes,” replied Ocellus as she sat down next to her husband. “Why, you nervous?”

“Frankly, yes. I mean, supposing that author missed something out with that book of yours...what if I can't give you my foals after all?” Sandbar fidgeted anxiously as he brooded over the likely outcome.

Ocellus smiled reassuringly. “Take it easy, Sandy,” she comforted. “You remember what that book said about our reproductive capabilities. Anyway, if all else fails, I can easily just change into a pony until the foals are fully gestated.”

Sandbar stifled a wry chuckle. “Well...I'm kinda hoping it doesn't come to that,” he replied fondly. “I love you just as you are, Celly.”

“I know,” murmured Ocellus, purring softly as she nuzzled him. Her mind went back to that memorable night only two weeks ago; to the romantic lullaby of harp music over the gramophone and the scents of lavender, vanilla and roses as she and Sandbar made sweet, passionate love until long after the stars came out. It wasn't their first time, of course, but somehow it felt all the more special for the fact they were now actively trying for foals.

Her thoughts were interrupted as the door opened, and the doctor stepped back into the room. “Well, Ocellus,” she declared, levitating a sheet of paper over to the couple with a smile, “I have the results here if you'd like to have a look.”

“So what's the verdict?” asked Sandbar hopefully.

“Oh, you'll find that out,” said the doctor, and pointed to the document as if to gently urge him to read it. Sandbar shrugged and did as he was told, and what he saw filled him with an overwhelming sense of euphoria that had clearly overtaken Ocellus as well. Joyful tears began to well up in her eyes as she read over its contents again and again, until at last she could no longer contain herself. With a loud sob, she leaned over and bawled into his shoulder as she hugged him tightly, Sandbar returning the favour as his own eyes misted over. It almost felt too good to be true...

“Congratulations, Sandbar and Ocellus,” finished the doctor genially, “you're going to be parents in the next eleven months.”

Sandbar choked back a sob of his own as he and Ocellus pulled away from each other. “Th-thanks, doc,” he stammered. “You've no idea how much that means to us.”

“You're very welcome. If you have any problems, be sure to come and speak to me, but otherwise, I hope all goes well for you both.”

“Same here,” smiled Sandbar. He and Ocellus thanked the doctor once again and took their leave, now eager to tell all their friends the good news.

All told, the next eleven months passed very pleasantly for the young couple. Once she had gotten over the inevitable morning sickness, Ocellus quickly grew accustomed to the new life growing inside her, and even the odd ache or cramp did little to taint her enjoyment of this experience. To make it even better, Sandbar had begun to pamper her like a princess when they were at home together, from fetching whatever snacks she was craving to massaging her growing belly or just snuggling with her on the couch; which was just as well, for she found herself growing more clingy and affectionate as time went on.

Their friends and family had been highly supportive of them too when they heard the news. Silverstream in particular couldn't stop gushing about what their baby shower would be like, or how much she would enjoy foalsitting for them every so often; whilst Gallus was only too happy to become a godfather to the newborn foal. He had, he confided to Sandbar, been giving some thought to having a few chicks with Silverstream one day.

At first, many of them found it a little baffling that a changeling of all creatures could become pregnant instead of laying eggs; but Sandbar and Ocellus had learned from Hornette that her own three-year-old son had been born in the same way, and were quick to point this out to their other friends. The big surprise came when Ocellus went in for a check-up four months into her pregnancy, and came home looking absolutely dumbstruck. Sandbar, who had just finished preparing dinner, noticed the bewildered look on her face and asked what was on her mind. Ocellus paused for a moment before replying, “You know how you were worried about not having any foals with me at all?”

“Uh...yeah?” Sandbar's puzzled expression turned to one of dread. “Why, what's the matter? You've not had a miscarriage or something, have you?”

“Oh, no – quite the opposite, in fact.” Ocellus showed him a copy of the sonogram from when they were scanning her at the hospital. Sandbar squinted to try and get a better look, and was taken aback when he saw not one foal, but three. “Seems we're getting a bigger family than we first thought.”

“Triplets?” exclaimed Sandbar at last. “That's...incredible!” His eyes glistened with delight as he hugged Ocellus, though he was careful not to hug her too tightly for fear of harming her precious cargo. “Aw, Celly, this is great news!”

“You...you're not freaked out that I'm having three foals in one sitting?” ventured Ocellus. “I mean, I know it's...”

“Are you kidding?! You could give birth to a whole hive, and I'd still be happy to be a part of this family,” retorted Sandbar jovially. “I was the one who wanted it, don't forget.”

Ocellus paused for a moment, and then smiled warmly. “Yes, you did,” she conceded. “You're right, I'm probably just overthinking it all.”

“Hey,” soothed Sandbar, “it's okay to be nervous, Celly. I've had my moments of worrying if we're gonna be good parents or not, and Mom says she felt the same when she was pregnant with me. We just have to take it as it comes, that's all – even if we do have three times as much work on our hooves.” He leaned towards Ocellus and kissed her tenderly. “You'll be a great mother, Celly. I'm sure of it.”

“I sure hope so.” Ocellus gave him a grateful nuzzle in return. “Thanks for that, Sandy. I guess I kinda needed that.”

“Anything for you, honey.” Sandbar gently let go of her at this point and turned back towards the dining room table. “Now, how about some dinner, huh? You look like you could do with a good feed.”

Ocellus giggled softly. “Now whatever gave you that idea?” she joked, gazing innocently at her bump as she sat herself down. Sandbar only smiled warmly in response.

The months continued to roll by. The Summer Sun Celebration came and went, followed Sandbar's birthday in late September, then Nightmare Night, and on the first weekend after that came the inevitable baby shower. Naturally, their friends were stunned to learn that Ocellus was expecting triplets. Once they had gotten over the shock, they made an even bigger fuss over the pregnant changeling than before, and Smoulder even joked that they might have to hold a further two baby showers to compensate.

By the middle of March, Sandbar and Ocellus were all but ready for the arrival of their foals. With her due date fast approaching, Ocellus was now on maternity leave and spending most of her time at home, never straying further than the odd stroll up and down the street as she physically and mentally prepared for giving birth. Likewise, Sandbar stayed as close to her as possible, even cutting back his work at the Carousel Boutique to a few hours a day.

It was a mild afternoon towards the end of the month. Sandbar had just arrived home and was now cuddling on the sofa with a heavily pregnant Ocellus, who purred comfortably as he massaged her belly. She had been experiencing what her midwife called “practice contractions” for the last few weeks, and couldn't get enough of her husband's massages to soothe the inevitable stomach cramps that came with them. Every so often, she could feel one or more of the foals kicking inside her womb, which always made her smile warmly.

But after a while, her smile faded and she let out a deep sigh. “Sandy?” she murmured.

“Yes, my ladybird?”

“Do I still look beautiful to you?” asked Ocellus, almost glumly.

Sandbar suppressed an incredulous chuckle. “Of course you do. What kind of a question is that?”

“Even with that big paunch of mine?”

“Celly, you're nurturing new life in there,” put in Sandbar gently. “That's nothing to be ashamed of – heck, you ought to be proud about it!” He gave her belly a meaningful pat as he continued, “That right there is far more beautiful than I can ever emphasise. It shows the extent of our love and commitment to each other, that we've more than enough to share with foals of our own blood. Besides, you've taken on quite the glow since we made them last year.”

Ocellus gazed into his eyes. “You're not just saying that to make me feel better?”

“No, Celly. I meant every word of it,” Sandbar affirmed.

Sensing nothing but pure, untainted love from her husband, Ocellus finally managed a warm smile in reply. She carefully shifted herself round and tenderly pressed her lips against his, purring again as he caressed her cheek – but all too soon, the moment was broken by a much sharper cramp in her stomach than before. She pulled back with a gasp, clutching her belly in surprise and discomfort.

“What is it, honey?”

“I'm not sure. It felt like another of those practice contractions...only stronger.” Ocellus grimaced with mild pain; but there was a glint of something else in her eyes. Somewhere between panic and...delight? Her body tensed up again, her belly going rock-hard as the full realisation finally set in. “Sandy, I...I think it's time!”

“You mean...”

“They're coming, Sandy! The foals are coming!”

Sandbar hastily wriggled out from beneath her bulk. “Right, keep breathing,” he instructed tersely, “I'll go call the midwife!” Making sure to ease Ocellus into a more comfortable position first, he dashed over to the telephone and dialled the appropriate number. “Hello, Sandbar here...yes, Ocellus has been getting some strong contractions. We think she's going into labour...hang on just a moment – how close together are they, Celly?”

“About...” Ocellus broke off with a whimper as she felt another contraction wrack her body. “...five minutes,” she finished.

“Five minutes apart...okay, thanks. See you shortly.” Sandbar set the phone down and turned back to Ocellus. “She'll be over in ten, dear. You need help getting upstairs?”

“I sure could do with it,” replied Ocellus, who was already easing off the couch as gingerly as she could to avoid hurting her foals. Leaning against Sandbar for support, she padded out of the room and up the stairs. No sooner had she reached the top than another contraction caused her to double over, followed by a sudden rushing sensation as her water broke.

Sandbar's eyes widened as some of the amniotic fluid splashed onto his hind legs. “I guess that confirms it,” he muttered anxiously...

“Nearly there, Ocellus. Just a couple more pushes should do it.”

“You hear that, Celly? It'll all be over soon,” encouraged Sandbar, ignoring the pain in his right hoof.

“I sure hope so,” panted Ocellus with weary anguish. She had been in labour long into the night, and still had one more foal to deliver. “Fourteen hours this has been going on!”

Sandbar smiled sympathetically as he placed yet another cold, wet towel over her brow. “I know,” he soothed, “but you're doing great, sweetie. I'm amazed you've still got the strength to do this.”

“I could never...” Ocellus' touched smile vanished as the next contraction cut her off. With her eyes shut tight in agony, she grabbed hold of Sandbar's hoof and pushed for all she was worth, her body screaming for relief as it forced her new life closer toward the open world. After half a minute, the contraction ended, allowing her an all-too-brief reprieve before the next one began. “Please end,” she sobbed quietly.

The midwife looked up again. “Alright, Ocellus,” she coached, “just one more push, and it'll be out.”

“Promise?” pleaded Ocellus. She was so worn out she just wanted to pass out at that very moment, no matter how close she was to birthing her third and final foal.

“I'm certain of it, dear,” replied the midwife with absolute conviction in her voice. “You've been doing really well, but you're almost done now.”

That was all Ocellus needed to hear. Feeling one last contraction wrack her body, she pushed as hard as she could, letting out an instinctive wail of relief as the pain and tension in her abdomen suddenly subsided. Another, more juvenile wail registered in her ears, and she at last let herself slump onto the bed.

“You've done it, Celly,” cheered Sandbar softly.

“Yeah...I have, haven't I?” remarked Ocellus, her voice slurred from exhaustion. The faintest hint of a smile returned to her lips as she added, “No – we've done it, Sandy. We're parents at last.”

“Indeed you are,” put in the midwife, gently towelling the newborn colt dry before swaddling him in a blanket and passing him over. “Two daughters and one son you have here, and all appear to be in good health.”

Cradling her son in her arms, Ocellus was suddenly overwhelmed with pride and joy. Tears pricked at her eyes as she nuzzled him lovingly, pausing only for Sandbar to settle one of their daughters into her embrace. The other one whimpered and clung onto her father as if scared of losing him, prompting an equally teary smile. “It's okay, little one,” he whispered, fondly hugging the tiny filly. “Daddy's not gonna let you go.”

“She really is your daughter, isn't she?” stammered Ocellus, smiling warmly through her tears as she took in the filly's appearance. All three foals were evidently hybrids of their parents' respective species, but the light pink filly in Sandbar's embrace was almost pure pony apart from the aquamarine wing covers just barely visible on her back beneath the blanket. Her mane was blue in colour, and her eyes were a soft green.

The other two were mostly changeling apart from the equine blue eyes of their son, whose green carapace and two-tone green mane almost matched that of his father. He lacked a horn, but did at least have wings as evidenced by the red covers; whereas his other sister featured a barbed horn just like Ocellus'. She also had a mottled blue and light purple carapace, a lilac mane and bright pink eyes that gazed curiously up at her mother.

Ocellus choked back an emotional sob. “They're so beautiful,” she murmured. “So perfect...I still can't believe I just gave birth to them.”

“You did great, Celly,” said Sandbar, leaning over and sharing a brief kiss with the euphoric changeling. “I'm really proud of you – and of our foals.” He turned back to the midwife; “Thanks for all your help, by the way.”

“Glad to be of service,” smiled the midwife heartily. “This must be the first time I've ever helped deliver hybrid foals. Just one order of business before we finish up...”

“What's that?”

“...I'll need to fill out birth certificates for these three. Have either of you thought about what names you'd like to give them?”

“Hmm...” Sandbar pondered for a moment. “...I quite fancy Laguna Rose for this little cutie. What do you think, Celly?” he asked, motioning to the filly in his arms.

Ocellus nodded. “I really like that,” she agreed. “And our other daughter...how about Iris?”

“Hmm...yeah, that fits really well,” smiled Sandbar. His brow furrowed as he turned to his son. “As for you...that's a tough one. I'm kinda tempted to just call him Sandbar Junior, but...nah, that's a bit too vain.”

“I don't blame you, Sandy – he's almost a spitting image. But no, I was thinking...” Ocellus paused thoughtfully – and then, in almost perfect unison, both of them came out with the same answer; “...Archipelago.”

“Yes! That's perfect!” beamed Sandbar. “In fact, that was the name of my great-grandfather on Mom's side.”

“So...Archipelago it is, then?”

Ocellus' tentative question was met with a heartfelt nod from her husband. “Or just Archie for short.”

The midwife chuckled as she wrote the names down on each certificate. “Well, that should just about wrap it up,” she declared. “We will need to carry out a full medical check-up on you and your foals, Ocellus, just to make sure you're all in good health. In the meantime, you just get some rest, and I'll make an appointment with the obstetrician.”

Ocellus only smiled in reply as she turned her attention back to Iris and Archipelago, who were now whimpering and wriggling restlessly in her arms. Taking the hint, she carefully set them down next to her now saggy stomach, and sighed happily as they latched onto her for their first feed. With a soft smile of her own, the midwife quietly left them to it while she telephoned the hospital to make the appointment.

“Well, Celly,” murmured Sandbar fondly, “here we are at last – one big, happy family.” Gently, he settled Laguna Rose, who had already dozed off, into her mother's embrace.

“Yes, Sandy,” whispered Ocellus. “True, it was bigger than we bargained for – but definitely worth it.”