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Ampere the Mother of Companions
If her trepidation about the affair with Gaucho hadn't been enough to fill her with constant worry and self abuse, there was no longer any denying her grossly rounded sides and easily fatigued body. Her appetite had increased, but she was not so foolish as to think that alone led to her girth. She was hungrier because there was more than one mouth to feed (indeed even more than she realized). She was pregnant. The thought struck horror in her so cold she'd laid for a long time where she'd slept, fervently trying to pinch her eyes shut and sleep again, or forever. At the very least maybe she would wake up and it'd all be a dream, a terrible, awful dream, but still something that wasn't real. When the sun had continued to rise however, its warmth beading sweat along her coat, she knew there was no more denying it. Unable to fulfill her gladiator duties - even if she didn't care about the children inside of her it was still hazardous to her health and she was so bloated she'd be a mockery in the ring - she sought one of the few tasks she could still do to help her family. Hopefully if she did enough to help them, they could oversee her other transgressions and wouldn't disown her. So it was Ampere found herself in the Threshold once more, trying her best not to think about the fact she'd met Bucephalus here, and recruited him - him and his dick. Not just his, she reminded herself cruelly, thoughts burning with the memory of Gaucho and her's 'spar'. She snorted, furious, afraid, hormonal. Yet fate was no kind mistress, and it would not let Ampere simply push these thoughts away like she so well practiced with her others. When she broke through the clearing, who should be standing there? A fucking FOAL. Initially Ampere recoiled, rump tucking, whale-inspired belly jiggling with her reverse movement. Her wings flared instinctively trying to protect and shield her from this outward threat of... what exactly? Motherhood. It was one of the worst possible careers, or mistakes really, that Ampere could think of. She'd almost rather have her wings taken from her than be forced to look after the sniveling, milk-stained, life suckers that were children. She couldn't just leave though, because amid her inner crisis, Ampere recognized the filly from the Throat. Where exactly was her mother, letting her be out here alone, in one of the arguably more dangerous places of Helovia? Fuck, I'm already thinking like a mother, Ampere groaned internally. She wasn't about to adopt Spice, but she could at least stand beside her as a herd mate. Waddling over to the duo, Ampere's gaze flicked to Cirrus, picking up on the signs of self pity and depression all too well, though she had no idea just how close to home Cirrus' issues lay. "Spice," she greeted first, remembering (by some luck), the filly's name from that meeting about the bridge. Then Ampere's voice slid out for Cirrus, trying to keep herself friendly and inviting, though internally she felt anything but as the war raged on inside her mind. Her name unfortunately she did not remember, but the face, especially the coat, she did. "We've met before..." Ampere began, trying to place the girl. She certainly looked capable in a fight, had they sparred? No Ampere thought quickly, she always remembered her opponents. She shook her head, giving up. "You look as if you've been traveling, welcome back. I hope Birdsong has granted you warm winds and longer days, but if you need rest the Dragon's Throat is always willing to give the winged hospitality.". She nodded her head respectfully, not bothering to wonder why there mare had left or where she'd gone. We all had our reasons, our secrets, and we shared them if we felt ready to. Cirrus did not. "At the very least, we've got some stiff cactus juice that can warm you up and clear your head." Ampere offered a sympathetic smile, trying not to get distracted by the mares mesmerizing and beautiful coat. [IDFK THIS POST] |
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