Sinking In


                                            >you are a stallion, currently laying in bed with your mare

                                            >you've been busy the last few days

                                            >It's day 5 of your lover's current estrus cycle

                                            > it's been an incredible and exhausting week of sex

                                            >sometimes you'd fuck as soon as she felt the symptoms coming back, other times you let her hormones and pheromones build to the point you were both near reduced to dumb animals.

                                            >now it's starting to really hit you

                                            >it's only her first regular cycle of the year, so if things don't take you only have to wait 15 days or so to start trying again

                                            >but you both agreed to try as hard as equinely possible to make a foal.

                                            >one way or another, you're going to be a father

                                            >you're honestly fucking terrified. There's so many ways to mess things up.

                                            >but as your lover nickers and drapes her neck across yours, your anxiety vanishes

                                            >this mare is the best thing to happen to you since you got your cutie mark. And it's not like you both don't have family to reach out to

                                            >as you nibble on her ear, she giggles. Your worries drift away, as you wonder whether your foal will look like as a colt or filly

                                            >and will they be fliers? Your family is all earth ponies as far back as you know, so you figure it's 50/50

                                            >as your exhausted mind drifts into the dream realm, you tell yourself "we've got this"

                                            >"I love this mare so much"

                                            >

                                            >you are a mare

                                            >you are approaching the end of your first cycle of the year

                                            >your mind is currently clear

                                            >unsurprising, given your womb is absolutely stuffed with your stallion's semen

                                            >you're both lying in bed. You are lying on your back, with multiple pillows and cushions keeping your rear up in the air

                                            >you heard fertilization typically happens in the upper third of the fallopian tube, so anything to keep all his cream in and get it as far back there as possible

                                            >you hope his seed takes on this cycle and you can skip out on estrus the rest of the year

                                            >sure, the loads of sex are great. But there's also mood swings. And having to piss way more, that certainly doesn't get old fast.

                                            >There's potions to dull the symptoms, but they don't 100% suppress them and they can have annoying side effects for some

                                            >but above anything else, you honestly want to just hurry up and get pregnant so you can meet your foal sooner.

                                            >you're nervous about bringing this new life into the world.

                                            >Granted, you don't have any sort of family history with pregnancy issues, but it still weighs on you sometimes

                                            >You take a moment to just appreciate the gravity of the moment

                                            >you can feel the warmth of billions of sperm swimming in your womb and uterine horns.

                                            >Hopefully, they're getting down your fallopian tubes right now. You won't know when you've ovulated until you're already pregnant. But it's usually day 4-6

                                            >you might be releasing the egg that will become your foal right now

                                            >obviously you will love your foal no matter what, but honestly you really hope it's a pegasus.

                                            >you know the early, instinctive bursts of flight will be rough. Especially for your ground bound husband. At least you have a Unicorn friend who knows the cloudwalking spell.

                                            >you snap out of your rambling thoughts and notice your stallion has turned away from you. His ears are pinned back and his tail is tucked in so tight his dock must be up his pooper

                                            >he does this whenever he's stewing in worry or self-doubt

                                            >you nicker at him softly. He looks over at you and you wiggle over and rest your neck across his

                                            >you can feel his muscles loosen as he takes a deep breath, and starts nibbling your ear

                                            >He's such a silly pony. Maybe he has hidden Apple blood in him?

                                            >He may doubt himself and worry too much at times, but you know that deep down, he has more than it takes

                                            >you're so glad he's yours. And as you drift off to Luna's realm, you rub your belly over your womb and think to yourself

                                            >"I'm so lucky to have a stallion like him. I can't wait to hold our foal together"