Retrograde Reparations

“H…harder - rut me harder, d…daddy!” Sprout whimpered as she threw her ass back to meet the stud’s thrusts.

She didn’t feel much, even though the stallion was exceptionally well-hung, though she’d become accustomed to that. After two months of constant abuse in Bridlewood, followed by another two months of being continually rutted in Zephyr Heights, she was thoroughly broken in - so much so that anything other than direct commands for her to tighten up simply didn’t work. Her body and the curse controlling it had limits, things they couldn’t achieve, and being double and triple-teamed by studs with colossal, unnatural cocks had destroyed her in more ways than she could possibly imagine.

Her eyelids fluttered with a familiar heat blossomed in her depths. She hadn’t even noticed the stud flaring within her, his oversized tool swelling and growing just a touch larger than it already was, but that was hardly important - what was important was that he’d gotten what he’d wanted, relieving himself by breeding her ass like innumerable stallions before him. As he dismounted and hauled his length free from her, his essence seeped from her entrance.

Steadying himself on a nearby wall, he wiped sweat from his brow. “We’ve gotta do something about this…”

She turned and lowered herself to the ground, fully intent to finish her job. “Right here, sir. Allow me to clean you, please…”

“Not that,” he groused, stepping over and bringing his softening length to her open, awaiting muzzle. “I mean you…”

If he wanted to explain himself, he would - if not, that wasn’t her problem. Closing her eyes and wrapping her lips around him, she mopped his length with her tongue. The taste of her ass mingled with his virile cum and sweat, making her pucker twitch and pleasing her in a way her body struggled to do anymore. It was a bit of a shame that she was as worn out as she was, getting off purely from gratifying her countless suitors, though she’d adapted to the circumstances.

“If we could - I got it!” he exclaimed. Shoving her away, he held up a hoof and leered at her. “Wait right here.”

“Of course, Hitch,” she giggled, batting a hoof and shooting him a wink.

As he hurried down the alleyway and rounded a corner, her lips turned up. Hitch, like everypony else in Maretime Bay, had no idea who she was ~ why would they. For all anypony knew, Sprout was gone, abandoning his hometown in shame after his sentence was completed, and was never coming back. She’d initially been shocked that ponies thought she’d abandon them, but it had actually been a blessing in disguise.

Turning and looking to a window behind the sheriff’s office, the very spot building she’d used to work in, she snickered. Her flowing, golden locks ran down to her knees, her tits were so massive that they nearly dragged on the ground beneath her, and her figure was nearly comical. After all the changes she’d endured, her figure being altered beyond anything even remotely natural, she was nothing more than a voluptuous bimbo.

Every part of her was exaggerated, from her pouting, dick-sucking lips and whipcord waist to her gargantuan udders and expansive, fuckable ass, and she couldn’t have been more pleased with herself - well, most of herself. Turning away from her reflection, she reached back and pawed at her tush. Her pucker, formerly tight and crater-like, was a distended, yawning cavern that could accommodate virtually anything.

Gnawing her lower lip, she caressed the velvety, swollen ring of her entrance. While it hadn’t been ordered of her, her slack cunt was remarkably sensitive. Her assumption was that she’d become hyper-aware of anything in her backside, subconsciously adjusting to just how loose she’d gotten, and she hoped - prayed that was the case. While cumming her brains out from being bred was enough to sustain her, giving her a reason for being, she was cripplingly addicted to being filled.

As she cocked one hind leg, her eyes drifted to her crotch. Where her balls had been, a smooth, featureless patch of fur rested under a shriveled, minuscule mound of flesh. She could barely see what was left of her sheath, the thing having withered to barely a nub, but she was thankful that it was still there. The folds of skin, though barely an eyesore, felt absolutely incredible when her clit got hard.

She couldn’t even try to say she had a dick anymore. Her clit, being a meager inch long while fully erect, wasn’t even large enough to clear her sheath. Most ponies never even notice what remained of her colthood, more than happy to make use of her muzzle or ass to satisfy themselves, but those that did had described it as cute. Personally, she viewed it as a convenient lube dispenser, given how much pre-cum she could produce, and she hoped nopony would take it away from her.

In a perverted way, she liked what she was. Not quite a mare, and anything but a stallion, she was viewed as more of an object than anything. Most ponies simply catcalled her or gave her affectionate nicknames, like sweetheart or slut, and she was perfectly content with that. So long as she was being put to use as somepony’s cock-holster, her life was better than it had ever been.

Shaking her head, she shifted and eyed her bag. One of the first things she’d bought for herself, once she’d finally scrounged up enough bits, was a magical plug that could expand or contract to different sizes. The toy was more of a novelty than anything, something she could milk when she wasn’t getting railed out by somepony, but it served two important purposes - it kept her from leaking cum everywhere, and it gave her something to do when she wasn’t preoccupied.

Interestingly enough, a lot had changed in Maretime Bay in her absence. It wasn’t uncommon to see pegasi or unicorns trotting around, there were a number of new businesses in town, and shows of magic were an everyday occurrence. She wasn’t sure if it was funny or sad; before her odyssey, she would have been furious to see what had become of her town, although she wasn’t bothered in the slightest.

The sound of cantering hooves and shouting drew her attention to the side. Hitch had requested her company in the backstreet behind the station, so he could get a quickie without anypony giving him a hard time for it, but he hadn’t mentioned anything about any town events going on that afternoon. Ponies were running and shouting excitedly, a few pegasi sailed overhead, and it sure sounded like something was going on.

She turned and cautiously trotted to the end of the ally. Though she wasn’t about to disobey Hitch, both because she was curious about what he was up to and because she might be able to coax a second load of foal-batter out of him, that didn’t mean she couldn’t check up on things. Looking towards the commotion, she saw a huge group of ponies gathering by the front gates of the Canterlogic building.

The sight of the factory momentarily derailed Sprouts’ thoughts. Once she’d returned to Maretime Bay, one of the first things she’d considered doing had been to go and see her mother, Phyllis, yet she’d abstained for two very important reasons. First of all, there was no way in Tartarus her mom would ever accept her for who she as - additionally, she hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her mom.

It was incredibly strange; before she’d set off to fulfill her punishment, Phyllis had been one of the most important and well-respected ponies in town - now, just a few short months later, nopony spoke of her or even mentioned her. Though she was slightly worried about her mom, she was sure everything was alright - she hoped. Shifting and cantering back to her hoof bag, she quickly freshened up and returned to the alleyway’s entrance.

“Where’d you - there you are,” Hitch called, coming up behind her. “Follow me.”

Sprout hesitated. Something wasn’t quite right, Hitch seemed a little too happy to see her, and the throng of ponies, both residents and visitors alike, was getting bigger by the minute. With a small, reluctant nod, she slipped her purse over her shoulder and trotted out to the sheriff’s side.

Smirking over at her, Hitch led her to the town square. “I think you’re gonna like this,” he smugly noted. Stepping away from her, he lifted a hoof and filled his lungs. “I’d like to apologize for this unplanned get-together, but it’s a very - and I mean very special night!”

The crowd backed away from the pair, giving them both plenty of space while a grinding, ominous noise drew nearer and nearer. Sprout quirked a brow, looked to the side, and pursed her lips in consternation. A team of ponies were dragging what appeared to be one of the old, unicorn traps down the street and toward the plaza, although the container was way bigger than any she’d ever seen before.

“I know I don’t need to remind everypony about a certain - Ahem - unfortunate incident that happened a few months ago ~ right?” Hitch loudly asked. The townsponies muttered and nodded, recalling the disastrous event that had nearly caused a civil war between the earth ponies, unicorn, and pegasi. “Heh - yeah, it was pretty rough, but it all worked out for the best! Without that little kerfuffle, we couldn’t have so many new friends!”

The dark murmuring shifted, growing louder as it took on a markedly more chipper, uplifting tone. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade - when a genocidal pony goes mad with power, look at the bright side. While Sprout was anything but proud of what she’d done, she took some solace that everything had worked out for the best - both for her and everypony at large.

“Settle down, settle down,” Hitch tutted, calming the masses while waving a hoof. “Now there was a pony - actually two ponies in particular who had a part to play in that mess.”

Curses and grumbling cut through the throng’s mirth, making Sprout’s blood run cold. She had no way to tell what Hitch was doing or why he was doing it, although the direction his speech was going, coupled with the cube-like cage which had been hauled to just a few dozen feet away, gave her a bad feeling. Fidgeting uncomfortably, she kept her eyes on the ground while trying to make herself as unobtrusive as possible.

Trotting around her, Hitch ran a forehoof under her chin and lifted her head. “I think I can speak for everypony here when I say that Sprout here has learned her lesson.”

The words struck Sprout like a gong. She’d assumed nopony had realized who she was, mostly because nopony had used her name when speaking to her, yet the laughter and jeers from the amassed ponies spoke to the contrary. Was this all some sort of sick joke? Had they known that the buxom, whorish newcomer to town was actually Sprout? Why was Hitch doing this now? Completely at a loss for words, she stared at the sheriff’s face.

Hitch removed his hoof, grinned at her, then turned his attention back to the crowd. “His - excuse me - her little friendship lessons did the trick better than anypony could have imagined - unfortunately, the same can’t be said for her mom…”

“Mom?” Sprout croaked as she reflexively glanced at the massive container.

“Yeah, Phyllis was kind enough to volunteer as a test subject for a lot of the magitech items and accessories we’ve all come to love, but those prototypes - oh jeez,” Hitch anxiously laughed. “Those things really did a number on her. Don’t be too worried though; as it turns out, I think Sprout here will be just the thing to keep his Mommy preoccupied,” he continued. Looking to a pony idling beside the giant, steely box, he nodded. “Stand back, everypony.”

All the ponies in attendance, including Hitch, shied away and left Sprout standing in the middle of a huge, vacant circle. With the flick of his hoof, the pony by the jumbo-sized unicorn trap flipped a lever and dashed away. Sirens blared and strobes flashed as one wall of the reinforced box swung downward and slammed onto the street.

Sprout squinted, narrowing her eyes at the hulking figure that stumbled out before her, then gasped. Phyllis, she was looking at Phyllis, though she looked nothing like she once had. Standing a full head and shoulders taller than the tallest pony in attendance, with wild eyes and an unkempt mane, the thing that was her mother trotted closer.

“Mommy?” Sprout repeated, her voice barely a whisper. “It’s me, Mommy, don’t you remem…”

She choked on her words, unable to speak, as her eyes were drawn to a monolithic slab dragging along the ground under Phyllis. When the realization of what she was seeing hit her, she stumbled back and held a hoof to her muzzle. Her mom, formerly well-kept and quite attractive for her age, was now a monstrous, musclebound, she-stud.

“Present yourself for her, Sprout!” Hitch guffawed. “After all the breeding mounts she’s broken, I’m sure she’s ready to actually rut somepony.”

The hex flared to life, forcing Sprout to move without a conscious thought. Wheeling around and pressing her chest to the paving stones beneath her, she arched her back, flagged her tail, and braced her hind legs. There was so much she wanted to ask, like what had happened to Phyllis and if Hitch’s remark was a joke, yet all she could do was stare over her shoulder in mute, horrified shock.

She hoped - prayed she was wrong, but it sure as heck looked like her mom didn’t have the slightest idea who she was. Lumbering over and dipping her head, Phyllis snorted and sniffed her upturned ass like an animal! With her mind running rampant, desperately attempting to figure out what the hay had happened to her mother, a gout of hot air was snorted over her tush.

The bizarre and unsettling circumstances were made all the more disquieting by the audience that had gathered. Now that the cat was officially out of the bag, with everypony dropping the act of pretending not to know who the newcomer to town really was, ponies snickered and openly speculated about what was going to happen - heck, a few ponies were even making bets! Clearing her throat, Sprout summoned her courage.

“M…mommy - I mean, mom,” she shakily began, drawing Phyllis’ eye to her face. “It’s me, Sproooooooh buck!”

With no warning whatsoever, Phyllis shot forward, gently closed her jaws over Sprout’s pelvis, and drove her tongue into her former son’s behind. She’d been fucked by dicks smaller than the immense, writhing muscle worming through her depths! As her entire lower half was lifted from the ground, leaving her pawing at the street with her forehooves, the crowd gasped and stepped back.

Sprout’s heart skipped a beat, she openly mewled, and her breasts showered the road with milk while she was overcome with pleasure. The situation was so wrong as to be revolting, a mother eating her child’s ass in front of at least four dozen ponies, yet the pleasure surging through her was blinding. As much as she wanted her mother to stop, she needed more.

Her mind, much like every facet of her being, had been reforged. The life she led was paid in bliss, rapture so profound that she would skip meals or sleep for it, and the depraved ecstasy her mother delivered was nothing short of immaculate. For all the stallions and dickmares she’d been with, none had been as unimpeded as the mindless goliath eating her out.

“Don’t be so shy, Sprout, tell everypony how much you love your mommy!” Hitch urged, evoking another round of laughter from the throng.

Nearly held upside down in Phyllis’ maw, she peered down her chest and past her wobbling breasts. “I…I…”

Logic warred with lust while she fought to collect herself. She felt incredible, she couldn’t even pretend to deny that, but the fact that she was having her ass devoured by her mother. Squealing in delight, she writhed and clenched around Phyllis’ tongue.

“I love her so much,” she shouted.

Ponies snickered, a few exchanged bits, and a great many recoiled or watched with ravenous eyes, though there was one that had a unique reaction. Relaxing her jaw and pulling her tongue free, Phyllis rose up to her full, staggering height. Sprout weakly flopped to the ground, bouncing off her tits and rolling to her side, as she gazed upward.

The look in Phyllis’ eyes was unmistakable. She hadn’t said anything, excluding a few small grunts or snorts, but there was no doubt about it. There was an understanding in her gaze, a sliver of awareness that pierced through the warped, animalistic desires that had consumed her, and it made a pit form in Sprout’s stomach.

Scrambling to her hooves, Sprout faced her mother. “M…mom?”

She reached up slowly, making no sudden moves, and touched a forehoof to the monstrous pony’s cheek. It was obvious what Hitch had intended, to make a mockery of both her and her mother, but she could - would change that. Regardless of what sort of experiments Phyllis had been subjected to, she was going to set things right.

“It’s ok,” she whispered. “Let’s get you home and - Nnnph?!”

Phyllis shot forward in a flash, moving with a speed that belied her enormous bulk, and locked lips with her. A small kiss wouldn’t have been an issue - heck, it would have actually been rather sweet, yet what she received was anything but familial affection. Choking around a thick, powerful tongue, she shuddered and gagged.

Despite the inordinate amount of experience she had fellating stallions, the girth of the meaty slab squirming around in her windpipe and tickling her stomach pushed her limits. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t breathe, and the only thing she could see were Phyllis’ big, menacing eyes. It was at that moment that she fully grasped what had happened.

Her mother was gone, torn down and remade by heaven knows what sorts of sorcery or enchanted items she’d been exposed to, and there may not be a way to save her. While she sputtered around Phyllis’ tongue, panic washed over her. Such a passionate kiss, one which came directly after being rimmed, could only mean one thing.

Grabbing her by the shoulders, Phyllis held her close and fell backward. The transition was disorienting, having her standing one second and draped atop her mother the next, but it was the least of her worries. Cut off from air, she attempted to push herself free - sadly, there was no escape.

She gasped for breath as her mother withdrew and gave a low snarl. The menacing growl was terrifying, yet it didn’t hold a candle to the sensation of something huge and immensely heavy that came to rest on her tush. As she turned and peeked over her shoulder, her fears were realized.

Simply seeing Phyllis’ stallionhood had been enough to believe what Hitch had said about her mom breaking breeding mounts, but feeling the titanic cock against her erased any question on if the sheriff had been serious. With her mouth watering and backdoor drooling in anticipation, she found herself with a decision to make. Anypony with even an ounce of common sense would have fled or shouted for help, yet she was compelled to do the contrary.

“Easy,” she murmured, stroking her mom’s collar. “I…I’ll help…”

Turning atop Phyllis’ torso, she faced the behemoth. Compared to every cock she’d ever laid eyes upon, her mom’s was hooves down the biggest - it wasn’t even a competition. As long as her torso, thicker than her waist, and covered in odd rides, something that was anything but pony-like, the mammoth tool leaked a stream of thick, viscous pre-cum.

Even for a seasoned whore like herself, who’d once fucked herself on a fire hydrant because she’d been told to, she immediately understood that blowing her mother simply wasn’t going to happen - that being said, she had a few tricks up her nonexistent sleeve. Wandering forward and closing her eyes, she hotly made out with Phyllis’ cock-head. While it was regrettable that she couldn’t give her mommy an actual blowjob, not without breaking or dislocating her jaw, she wanted - needed to prove herself.

Phyllis grunted, leaned in, and picked up where she’d left off - by giving Sprout the rimming of a lifetime. In a scandalous and provocative display, the pair focused solely on one another while ignoring the myriad of onlookers. In a poetic way, it was fitting - the two had spent nearly half a year apart, each atoning for their wrongdoings in their own way, and now they were finally able to reconnect.

“Oh Mommy,” Sprout whined, gulping down a mouthful of pre-cum. “I missed you so much…”

As Phyllis snarled into her tush, she shivered and inched closer to a climax. The sheer obscenity of it, of doing something so nasty with her own mother, thrilled her like few things ever had - to the point where it was becoming harder and harder for her to control herself. Fate had smiled on her, giving her a mom who was as desperate for relief as she was, and she’d never been more ready to show her appreciation.

She kept her cool for as long as she could, stroking and nursing on her mother’s stallionhood for all her worth, until she could bear it no longer. The longer the rimming went on, the more difficult it was to concentrate - the more difficult it was to concentrate, the closer she got to cumming - and that wasn’t about to happen. With an incredible exertion of willpower, teetering on the brink of release, she pushed herself up and crawled off Phyllis.

It wasn’t a matter of if she was going to climax, but when and how - with that in mind, there was only one way she would allow herself to blow her pitiful load. Hopping to the ground, she threw her chest to the earth and presented herself once again. She was as ready as she would ever be, everything from the past few months had led to this moment, and she wasn’t going to back down.

Phyllis stirred. Her stallionhood jerked up and smacked against her abdomen, slinging pre-cum over her underbelly and the street, as she got to her hooves. A normal stud, dickmare or otherwise, would have likely taken their time to savored the opportunity to sate themself with a willing, eager mate, but the brutish abomination hadn’t been normal in a long, long time.

Giving a silent scream, Sprout was penetrated in the blink of an eye. Similarly to the opening act, when Phyllis has ravished her rump like it was a fine meal, her mother showed an utter lack of remorse or couth. As she was stepped over and driven against the pavement, virtually crushed from above, a clear, impotent jizz erupted from her clit.

One moment, her ass had been woefully unfilled and graced by the cool afternoon air - the next, it was pushed beyond its not inconsiderable limits. The familiar sense of fullness was phenomenal, intense in a way that words couldn’t properly capture, it was everything she’d dreamed of and then some. Going cross-eyed and slavering on the street, she was rocked back by her mom’s backstroke.

“Yesh,” she slurred. “F…fuck me and - Aaaaaaaaaghn!”

Her encouragement fell on deaf ears as Phyllis began senselessly rutting her. A second climax hit her before the first had concluded, her pendulous udders painted the pavement with milk, and her clit ached within the snug confines of its sheath, yet the sense of fullness dominated her senses entirely. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been genuinely stretched open, since it usually took at least three stallions awkwardly fucking her in tandem to get anywhere close, but she couldn’t let that distract her.

Getting her mom’s rhythm down, she swung her weight back and started to move. The giant balls beating against her groin, the heady aroma of musk, the lingering taste of sweat and pre-cum on her palate, and the feeling of sheathing something so unimaginably massive were all fantastic, and they made all the more wondrous by how zealous Phyllis was. This wasn’t lovemaking, nor would she even consider it sex - this was primal, savage breeding.

Like many times before, Sprout’s imagination grew unchecked. She often fantasized about being claimed by a stallion, made into some cute little homemaker who’s only responsibilities were to produce and raise children for her beloved, but that daydream had become increasingly warped over time. Succumbing to her perverted desires, her thoughts dwelled on a new possibility.

She’d always thought she’d hit bedrock, the furthest reaches of debauchery, yet she’d been mistaken. Her mom was probably the only pony on the planet who could satisfy her at this point, unless she had a harem of studs bearing fifth legs, and she was likely the only pony in the world who could satiate her mom. They were a match made in heaven, opposite sides of the same lecherous coin, and they’d finally found one another’s true meaning.

“M…Mommy!” she wailed. “Breed me, Mommy! G…give me your foals!”

Phyllis rumbled and increased her pace, going all out while nearly plowing Sprout into the street. Some of the ponies gathered around left, having reached a limit of what they could tolerate, although those that stayed enjoyed the spectacle while filming the exchange, stroking themselves off, or both. Whenever somepony drew too close, attempting to get a better angle with their camera or purely from lust, they were warned with a throaty growl.

Driven from one climax to another, feeling her mom’s cock-head glide up and into her rib-cage, Sprout whimpered and cried out every time she came. The sight of her must have been extraordinary, a bimbo femcolt defying reality and having her guts rearranged by a dick which was bigger than some ponies’ entire bodies. Sooner or later, when or if she recuperated from the tryst, she’d be sure to ask around town for a copy of the video.

She lost count of how many orgasms she had after the tenth ~ or was it the eleventh? Ultimately, the number of climaxes she endured were completely meaningless. Grunting with each thrust Phyllis delivered, having the wind forced from her lungs, she clung to reality and staved off oblivion. When her mommy came, she was going to be conscious for her - she was darn sure of that!

While she somehow managed to remain upright, largely because her fat tits were acting as a pair of pillowy braces, the insane fucking sapped her of her strength. Her legs buckled, her chest heaved, and the world around her felt dream-like and unreal. As Phyllis ground to a halt, keeping her stallionhood entombed, her euphoric glee became tainted with dread.

“W…why - Cough,” she croaked. Her lungs hurt in an unfamiliar way, bruised from the inside, yet she drew a breath. “Why’d you stop?”

Grabbing her around the torso, Phyllis reared back and crashed onto the street. The earth shook, townsponies gasped, and the world went quiet. It took Sprout a second to figure out what had just happened, though reality hit her when she found herself fellating her mom’s tongue once again.

Instead of being done doggy, like a mere mongrel, she was being held in something like a reverse cowgirl. It wasn’t uncommon for her to liken herself to a sex-toy, but this was the first time it was all too real. Pulled up and slammed down, she’d become a cock-sleeve for her mother.

Compared to Phyllis’ mindless fucking, every other rutting she’d ever gotten felt downright laughable. She truly was a toy, a plaything for her mom, and that alone drove her mad with desire. Life had changed them both, distorting their forms and minds, but there was a sick beauty in it.

Phyllis’ control was absolute, there was nothing holding her back, and she wielded her power with reckless fury. Every plunge of her cock deeper and harder than the last, making the bulge in Sprout’s belly move up and under her sternum, until the unthinkable happened. The femcolt’s mewling ceased, her eyes went wide, and a river of pre-cum crept out from her muzzle as a thick tip of stallionhood emerged past her lips.

Only then, choking on the cock that was fully buried in her ass, did Sprout’s mind ultimately shatter outright. Dick, sex, fucking - they sustained her, engulfing every facet of her being. If this was supposed to be some punishment for her crimes, it had failed entirely; this was a gift, a blessing from some higher power, and the joy it brought was unimaginable.

On and on Phyllis went, jacking herself off with Sprout’s limp, nearly lifeless form for hours on end. Most of the townsponies left, having gotten off or grown weary of the seemingly endless show, although Hitch remained to bear witness to the sinful union. All good things, no matter how amazing, came to an end, although an ending can oftentimes be a beginning.

Lifting her son-made-daughter just enough to keep her cock-head submerged, Phyllis bellowed and came. An ocean of cum flowed into the femcolt, bloating and distending her form. Nopony save one was fully aware of what was happening, apart from seeing a pony turned into a living, breathing condom for an abominable dickmare, and Sprout relished it.

She knew - knew this was the pivotal moment when she’d become a mother. The vast quantity of Phyllis’ seed, coupled with their mutual desire to bear young, made their dreams manifest. Deep within her, against all odds and the natural order, new life was formed. Collapsing upon her stud, her very mother, she blacked out and embraced oblivion.

“Jeez,” Hitch hissed, cringing at the unseemly display. “Should we feel bad or happy for them?”

“Happy,” Izzy replied, trotting to his side and clapping his shoulder. “I mean, just look at ‘em, they’re made for each other!”

With a resigned smile, Hitch turned and faced the unicorn. “We’re gonna need a bigger enclosure for them…”

Izzy giggled and dismissively batted a hoof. “Nah, they’re fine. There’s a little glade outside Bridlewood that’ll be perfect for them, and I’m sure they won’t be causing anypony any trouble anymore.”

“Yeah,” Hitch sighed. “Alright, I’ll help you get them there in the morning - for now, let’s just let them rest.”

Shifting and guiding him away, Izzy nodded. “I’m sure Sunny, Pipp, and Zipp will be happy to tag along - after all, you know how happy they’ll be that our little plan worked out…”

In a rapturous stupor, Sprout dreamt. So much had happened, so many things she would never in a million years thought were possible, but her journey was far from over. With her mommy’s seed taking root and blossoming, a smile graced her lips. She’d found happiness, she’d found love, and she would soon start a family ~ what more was there to ask for in life?