>With that she heads to the lab where Franzi usually spends her days. >Once she arrives she sees a new face. "Oh who's this auntie?" >"This is Friedrich, he's Breta's grandson. He wanted to be my assistant." "Oh that's cool! How did that happen." >"That's a long story Luftkrieg, I'll have to tell you when you're older. So do you want to do something with Friedrich?" "Sure, I probably could do some science stuff with him." >"That's a good filly." She asks what he's doing >"Oh I am just mixing some chemicals together." "Oh nice that cool!" >"Mmmm, it what I'm suppose to do right now, maybe we could go and play after I'm done." "That's fine by me!" >With that Luftkrieg watches her new friend do his things for science. >Franzi has a careful eye to make sure he does it right, "She sure has a close eye over you" >"I know but it keeps us both safe, do you want to do anything after I'm done?" "Sure that sounds like fun!" >"Great, once I'm done this I'll be sure to do something." >Once Friedrich was done his duties, the two head off to the exit of the lab >Before the two head out, Franzi stops the two >"I have a little experiment I want to try with you two" "You do?" >"Yes, head to that room over there and wait a bit. You'll see what I have in mind." >With that, she leads the two to a small room in the lab, and she closes the door behind the two. "What do you think she has in mind?" >"I dunno, we'll have to see." The two wait for a second, then they smell an interesting scent. Little do they know, Franzi pumped some hormones into room Luftkrieg gets this feeling of euphoria and just mellows out for a moment. “You okay?” Friedrich asks. “I just feel... strange,” she says distantly, as something happens inside her. “Me too,” Friedrich says, lifting a leg, “Like something inside me is... adjusting.” “Yeah, adjusting!” she replies agreeably, looking at him with a strange fascination. He is so pretty for a colt, it’s like being embarassed, but the other way around. “I am um...” he says, unsure of how to say it as he crosses one hind leg over the other for some reason, blushing. Luftkrieg herself is feeling a strange warmth between her legs, like a tingling ache that spreads within her blank little rump. She starts breathing harder and heavier, as her nethers ache to be touched. A tightness in her chest wants... something to happen there. Her heart is racing and she doesn’t know why. “Is this the... something’s really making me feel...” Then Luftkrieg lifts her tail, and something *flexes* back there, making her arch back, panting openly. “My fillyhood is... I don’t know!” she says, blushing and adding, “Why did I say that? I’m not supposed to talk about... back there.” “It’s i-it’s okay,” Friedrich says tensely, “My colthood is... uh...” Uncrossing his hind legs, he lifts one, as his colthood emerges from his sheath, growing longer and thicker between his legs. Luftkrieg normally not around males around so seeing a colt's penis is quite interesting to her. “That’s your... penis?” she says, unable to look away from the fleshy thing pulsing faintly with his heartbeat. “Y-yeah?” he replies, “I don’t know why it’s getting... big.” “Can I see?” Luftkrieg asks, “We’re not supposed to touch a colt there but I just wanna see.” Poking it with a hoof, he grunts at that, and thrusts slightly. From the hormones she breathed, and from the scent of him down there, she feels like she is melting between her legs. Melting and burning at the same time, like an oven but wet. “It’s really hard,” she says faintly, “Is that how it goes... into fillies?” “Into fillies?” Friedrich asks in confusion as Luftkrieg pulls back from his groin. “Yeah, Mommy said that if a stallion puts his penis into me, then I’ll have a foal,” Luftkrieg says unsurely, thinking about between her own legs so much. “Just like she had me. I–I don’t really understand, but...” hunching, lashing her tail as a drip of moisture trickles down her leg, Luft looks at Friedrich with half-lidded eyes, asking, “You’d really just... put your penis in my fillyhood?” “I–uh—my mommy said something like that too,” Friedrich reports, “She said I’ll want to put it deep inside a filly, and I had to resist that if I didn’t want to become a father. She said the foal grows in your...” He hesitates at the use of the word “your,” but looking at the increasingly horny filly Luftkrieg, it’s certainly appropriate. “Your belly,” he admits, looking at the smooth, flat belly of the filly he wants to mate with. “And I’d put a foal there, if I... put my penis in you.” “Can it really go in me?” Luftkrieg wonders, “I wonder what it feels like. You wouldn’t really just put it in me would you?” “I... I wonder what it feels like too,” he says, “I can’t stop thinking about it. Your butt is... I can’t stop looking at it and... can I really put my penis in there?” “Well I don’t wanna be a mommy,” Luftkrieg says, unable to believe that a filly could just become a mommy like that. She climbs half onto the table, lifting her tail so he can see her gleaming, winking privates. “I wanna be... I wanna just... what am I doing?” she looks at her own rear, saying shakily, “Y-you can put your penis in me if you want, I guess.” “I dunno. I...” then he mounts her, and her instincts kick into high gear. “Ohh you’re so...” she says, her hind legs stiffening under the colt’s weight. Then something bumps into her moist filly pussy, something pliable but hard. “Your... your penis!” she whispers anxiously. “I can *feel* you!” he replies in equal anxiety, needing her so bad. “You’re all... wet and stuff!” As he rubs his penis up and down Luftkrieg’s newly needy cleft, she moans, “I dunno why. Are you... are you gonna put a foal in my *belly?*” “I—I’m trying to!” he replies, needing it more than anything, rubbing and pressing against her as he humps his hips needily. “I don’t know how!” Then Luftkrieg gasps as the tip of his penis just kind of *sinks* into her back there. “I think it’s—!” she says, as he pushes against her, and she can’t stop him sliding deeper and deeper, in a smooth, slick stroke that ends with his hips pressed against hers. “Wow...” she trails off, distant-eyed at the feeling of stretching all around his penis deep in there. “Mommy says if I... pull in and out, then it’ll happen,” Friedrich says, trembling against her, “I’ll put a foal in you.” “Just *stay* in,” she says cautiously, desperately, “Just stay in and don’t pull in and out.” They stay like that, mounted, penetrated and penetrating, for not very long, before he just starts thrusting. Tiny slow strokes at first, barely noticeable, but then more and more, until he’s deliberately fucking her. Luftkrieg’s wings flutter as it happens to her. She doesn’t protest, she just takes his penis more and more. They both stare forward, dull-eyed, the two foals mating like animals. She can’t believe it feels so good. The sliding just makes her whole rear explode in tingles, and the stretching, and his weight on her rump. “I’m gonna have a... foal?” she murmurs uncertainly, breathlessly. Leaning on her left foreleg, she puts the right one between her hind legs, where her sensitive teats are, and where inside her belly, his penis is sliding in and out. She touches his insistent penis, and it slides along the side of her hoof as it plunges in and out of her. “My fillyhood’s... opening... for you...” she says deliriously, planting both forelegs in front of her, as her round little rump just fills with his penis over and over again, and she can’t stop a rising tingle building within her with every thrust. It fills her and fills her, and she feels like she’s falling as her gasps become more and more melodic. He *thrusts* into her, and her nethers burst into motion, rushes of pleasure flowing out from her groin as she suddenly can’t stop squeezing around that penis fighting to fuck her. Then it just explodes even bigger, and she’s seeing stars as she stares forward, moaning, “Oh, oh, oh,” as she feels that penis drive deep into the depths of her pleasure again and again. She can hardly breathe it feels so good. It’s almost a relief when he pushes so deep it feels like his penis is kissing her in there, and stops thrusting. She’s about to ask, but her thoughts are in disarray again with another few short thrusts. Then another few short thrusts. Then he’s pounding her hard, his intense grunts rising in pitch, until finally he hauls right up to her butt, and deep within her, something hot and slimy just squirts into her. She *needs* it! He’s putting a foal in her! His penis thrashes within her, smearing the seed everywhere as every flex within her pumps out another burst from his dick. She moans in utter relief, as her fillyhood hungers for every squirt deep in there, and with every squirt, its hunger eases. Then the squirts ease off, and she’s utterly full of his penis, tingling all over with her inner pleasure, and feeling fat from the stuff that just exploded into her deep in there. She doesn’t know how she’s gonna be a mommy like her mommy, with a foal like herself, but she feels nothing but fuzzy contentment. “You... put a foal in me?” she asks, unable to hold back a serene smile as she looks back at him, her disarrayed mane lying limply against her head. “Yeah I... did,” he says faintly, looking less flustered than she feels. “I don’t know why but it just happened.” “The reason why is that my hormonal cocktail is close to perfection!” Franziska says, strutting into the room. The two mating foals just look at her in dazed confusion, “With any luck, you have a foal, little Luftkrieg, and anypony else not foaling for the cause will surely have no trouble at all to do so now!” Friedrich pulled out of her, and as his thing slid out and plopped down away from her pussy, white semen steadily leaked out of her vagina. “Excellent...” Franziska said, lifting Luftkrieg’s tail to look appraisingly at her impregnated fillyhood. “you will surely be having a foal now.” “Are... you having a foal?” Luftkrieg asked faintly, unsure of how to feel about having... having a foal. “Not yet,” Franziska says slyly, “But would you like to see me get one?” *** The stallion couldn’t stop, as he fucked Franziska on the table there, and as Luftkrieg gazed at that massive penis sliding in and out of the other mare’s belly, she silently hoped for that hot white cream to flood into Franziska, too. *** “Have to get it out I’m a mommy I have to unh my Luftkrieg I have to be my mommy she’s in me, I need to hold... her... push her *out*!” Luftkrieg babbled, and then he took the fallen filly in his arms, the front part of her at least. And between her hind legs, she birthed. She squirmed those legs and birthed. She squeezed her belly, and gasped into his chest, and clung to him and her thighs spread on their own as a foal’s *head* started to emerge from there. “Friedrich, I’m a mommy!” she said in more love than she’d ever felt, staring up at him in utter affection. Then she gritted her teeth and indulgently flexed, the automatic contractions strengthened by her resolve. “See?” she says as her powerful belly relaxes for a moment, “She’s coming out of me...” “Push her out *more,*” he says indulgently, staring at the mess between Luftkrieg’s pale white furred legs, “She’s your *foal* make her out... outside of you. Empty your belly.” “I’m gonna *empty* my belly,” she replies huskily, contracting for him, wanting to do it so bad. She spread her legs so the foal could fit, and so Friedrich could see this happening to her, could see this amazing... thing just emerging from her cunt.