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>"Okay, class. Remember: Page 159, questions four through twelve."
>The seating layout for Miss Cheerilee's eighth-period biology class was certainly unusual: with the standard grid pattern broken into a diamond and four triangles, with the triangles pushed away from the diamond and into the corner.
>To a careful observer, a pattern would soon emerge: the diamond is populated entirely with fillies, and the triangles with colts.
>This was not an accident.
>Sitting in the center of the diamond was a pastel-purple filly by the name of Bundle Joy, suffering through her second estrus.
>Her first estrus had been cut short by the drippage incident with her coltfriend (well, ex-coltfriend) that had earned her her bun-in-an-oven cutie mark for fertility.
>A year later, her second estrus in full swing, another thing became clear about her talent: the ability to conceive multiple foals at once on a regular basis meant she couldn't just go into heat like a normal mare; she had to go through the estrus that was five or six times stronger than normal, as her body essentially ran multiple copies of the cycle in parallel.
>This was an inconvenience to BunBun, who sat on a folder towel and occasionally lost her battle with the urge to bring it between her legs and start surreptitiously humping it.
>It was also a distraction for the colts in the room, who were also affected several times more strongly than normal. Cheerilee had more or less given up on getting them to hide their erections, as long as they didn't touch them. Opening the windows and moving the colts as far from the source of the distracting smell as was reasonably possible had seemed to do the trick, allowing them to focus on her lecture. She'd gotten some complaints from the custodian responsible for the colts' restroom, but you can't please everypony.

>There was a murmur of acknowledgement from the class as they gathered their things. BunBun stood up from her seat and folded her towel in half yet again, placing it into the saddlebag on the opposite flank from the saddlebag with her books and notes and assignments and pencils and suchlike. 
>Once she was sure she had everything and everything was secure, she waved at the teacher. "See ya tomorrow, Miss Cheerilee!" she called out before heading for the door.
>"Have a safe walk home!" was the response, in an appropriately cheerful voice.
>"I plan to!" Bundle Joy replied before disappearing out the door.

>Almost on autopilot, Bundle Joy turned onto the dirt path connecting the schoolhouse to the rest of Ponyville.
>She lived, not on the complete opposite side of town, but far enough out of the way that she often wished she had wings to offer her a more direct route to school and back.
>Nevertheless, her route had become a routine, and she allowed her mind to wander as she followed the familiar path.
>Okay, "allowed" probably isn't the best word; she was already having difficulty focussing, and her mind slipped into planning how to get her hooves on some of those naughty comic books she'd overheard a couple colts talking about.
>She continued walking on autopilot for several minutes before she was abruptly stopped.
>She felt two large hooves land on her haunches and fumbled to a halt, barely managing to do so without tumbling forwards.
>Her mind began racing. Was somepony mounting her? That certainly seemed to be the case. This was not somewhere you put your hooves for a friendly hug, and by the size of pony's hooves, he probably wasn't still of leapfrogging age.
>She staggered slightly as he shifted more weight on her, forcing her to take a wider stance to support him. This was bad, very bad: a stallion was mounting her. She struggled to focus her eyes and looked took in her surroundings. She was on some small side-path, one that probably didn't even have a name, and there was not a single other pony other than her and the pony panting heavily on top of her.
>She winced as she felt something long, thick, and heavy smack into one of her legs as he shifted his weight in an attempt to aim himself. She took several sharp breaths. Why was this happening today, of all days? Was she not paying attention to what was around her? Had her naughty thoughts aroused her enough to intensify her scent and lure in a stallion? Was today just not her lucky day?

>These thoughts were quickly replaced by more primal ones when she felt the tip of his adult-sized tool at the opening to her wet, but still filly-sized slit.

>She tried to tell him to stop, but her voice caught in her throat, only coming out as a barely audible wheeze.
>Her fight-or-flight instincts activated, her mind began calculating a million possible strategies.
>Fighting was out of the question entirely; she could tell from his hooves and his stallionhood that this stallion was fairly large. If she tried going limp, she'd just become puffy in his hooves. She highly doubted she could outrun him, seeing as a single step would likely move him most of her entire body length.
>Her mind continued spiraling in panicked circles as she began to hyperventilate. That something like this could happen to her had never crossed he'd mind, so she was having trouble processing the situation.
>She let out a yelp as she felt the tip of the stallion's member be forced past the outer folds of her marehood. A war began to be waged between her brain, which wanted to keep as tight as possible in an attempt to deny him entrance, and her marehood, which just knew it was breeding season and a very eligible stud had mounted her.
>As it began to lose the war, her brain began making rationalizations. It was actually the reasonable thing to do to lower her resistance; she was unlikely to stop him, and she'd either be frustrating him further or providing him with a tighter hole. And what if she got hurt when he forced his way past anyway? No, she had to find another way to fight him off.

>The stallion began forcing his way farther inside, pushing apart the walls of her honeypot with his girth. She squeaked, earning a vague grunt from the stallion on top of hrs as he shifted his hooves forwards towards her shoulders.
>Bundle Joy bit her lip fairly hard. She wasn't in significant physical pain; his girth wasn't wider than the foals she had birthed last month. However, he was still enormous compared to her, and he was somehow still sliding deeper.
>She took a deep breath, and worked up the courage to speak to her anonymous new stud.
>"Uh… Um, excuse me? Could you please… stop that."
>Her response was definitely a stallion's voice. "Lemme finish first."
>She felt his heavy ballsack slap wetly against her winking clit, which caused her to shiver. He responded by beginning to pull out, slowly at first due to his size creating a significant degree of suction. He then pushed in again, widening his stance to allow him to thrust more easily.
>"P-Please pull out…" she stammered as she felt him begin to piston in and out of her passage. She was shocked at his ability to hilt inside her, wondering if her body was going to even more trouble to accommodate him.
>"Hold yer horses, filly. I'll pull out when I'm done."
>She frantically shook her head. "I'm in heat!"
>The stallion just chuckled and sniffed the air. "Of course you are. Did you think I didn't notice?" He sped up his thrusts. "Cumming inside such a ripe young filly, how could I pass up on that?"
>BunBun whimpered. "I'll get pregnant!"
>This earned a twitch from the stallion's member, and he began to thrust faster. "Mm-hmm…" was his only verbal response.
>Her panic reached maximum levels. He was actually *planning* to knock her up. And with all the fluids already inside her from her own estrus, who knew if he'd already released his precum.

>His thrusts became shorter and jerkier, and his heavy balls stopped slapping against her as they drew up to her body. BunBun recognized this from one of the impromptu sex ed lessons Ms. Cheerilee had insisted on when her estrus had become noticeable to the rest of the class. It terrified her.
>"No… please… don't cum in me." She shivered.
>Instead of a response, she felt his tip flare out, and her heart sank. This was the point of no return. Tears pooled in her eyes, not just because of what she knew was coming, but because of the relative width of his flare, compared with her passageway; it wasn't about to tear her open, but it happened too quickly for her to adjust.
>That quickly became the least of her problems as he threw back his head and began unloading his scalding, creamy cum into her overly fertile womb.

>Bundle Joy bit her lip as she felt the deluge of potent cum flood into her.
>She shivered, a wave of pleasure shooting up her spine. She couldn't believe it – she was cumming! Her first orgasm, and it was forced upon her.
>She'd tried pleasuring herself, of course, but she'd never been able to push herself over the edge. She'd assumed it was due to her lack of practice or the inherent clumsiness of hooves, but what if this was it? What if she needed this sudden flood of warmth to push her over the edge?
>Either way, there was no doubt in her mind that she was going to get pregnant. If a single drop of precum on her netherlips could do it when she'd just barely gone into estrus, these generous loads being injected at the height of her second estrus shouldn't have any difficulty impregnating her, especially as her orgasm caused her muscles to ripple inwards along his length, as if milking him.
>The stallion panted, resting more of his weight onto her back.
>She noticed an ache growing deep inside her marehood and groaned. She couldn't tell what was causing it until she felt the stallion's invading rod twitch and realized he was still cumming!

>He was making small thrusting motions and pumping still more cum into her. However, due to her small size, the cum was getting caught behind the flare of his cock, and the pressure was building. It didn't seem like he was close to finishing, either; something had to give way.
>She winced as she felt her cervix be forced open by the pressure, his hot cum flooding directly into her womb itself. Because of all the force the stallion had been applying, this release of pressure also caused his cock to slip in the rest of the way, hitting the back of her marehood and causing her to yelp in pain.
>Bundle Joy whimpered as she felt her womb expand to hold everything he was giving her. Fortunately, she'd just given birth to triplets last months, but it was still very disconcerting to feel her belly grow so quickly.
>The stallion began taking longer thrusts, his flare forcing each new load past her cervix, like the plunger in a syringe.
>She finally felt the twitches in his member die down. He took a few final thrusts and collapsed on top of her, clearly exhausted. BunBun quickly rolled onto her side, not wanting to support all of his weight.
>Bundle Joy tried to pull away, but his flare might as well have been a knot; at their size difference, they'd be stuck like this for a while. She settled for moving his foreleg from her shoulder.
>He immediately put it back, and pulled her into a spooning position.

>He hmmed contentedly and held his body against hers, pressing himself as deep into her as their position would allow.
>Bundle Joy didn't have the energy or willpower left to try to shrug his foreleg off of her, so she resigned herself to simply waiting for his stallionhood to soften enough to allow her to pull off.
>After a several moments, she finally worked up the courage to turn her head and look at the stallion who had just knocked her up.
>He was a completely uninteresting brown earth pony, with a coat the color of milk chocolate and a mane and tail the color of dark chocolate. His eyes were closed, but she guessed they were brown as well. His build was only slightly stockier than the average stallion, but he was a tank compared to her.
>After some twisting, she managed to catch a glimpse of his cutie mark. It looked like half a centipede with pirate-style steering wheels on either side, two wooden wheels with some of the spokes extending out past the wheel, connected by an axle covered in claw-like appendages.
>Her brain automatically categorized it as "some sort of farming thing" and moved on.
>She noticed his arousal begin to subside slightly, and started pulling, which apparently got his attention, because he stirred slightly.

>"Huh? What… Whoa, did I really…"
>He sounded confused, and somewhat appalled.
>"Oh… oh my stars. I… I smelled something… amazing… and I followed it here. I caught a glimpse of your… well, 'fillyhood', I guess… and I… I just felt like I *had* to… to…"
>She turned and look into his eyes, which in fact turned out to be green. More importantly, she saw sincerity in them, and shame, and a million other emotions.
>Bundle Joy didn't need this. She didn't need the stallion who had just mounted her by force and stretched her fertile womb with his cum to suddenly become sympathetic. She didn't need the thought that maybe this was *her* fault, that her accursed "talent" had just turned an ordinary stallion into a filly-rapist. Even just being a freak incident of bad luck wasn't good enough; right then she needed somepony to blame, and that somepony was him. After all, if he was truly so repentant, why was he not trying to pull out?
>"Shut up!" she said, just below a yell. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!"
>She began desperately pulling away, an effort that was helped by the fact that the stallion had suddenly lost most of his arousal. She eventually managed to pull of of him, with a messy popping noise.
>"I… I couldn't resist. I'm so, so sorry!" the stallion called out to her as she staggered away down the path, continuing on her route home.
>She just picked up her pace, not even looking back.

>Bundle Joy hurried home, adjusting her path home to keep her out of line of sight (and, more importantly, smell) of other ponies as much as possible.
>When she finally made it to to her house, the door was already open, as it usually was on school days. Upon reaching the door, she practically dove inside, closing the door behind her.
>"Welcome home, Bunny." Bundle Joy recognized her mother's voice coming from the kitchen. "You're about fifteen minutes later than usual, so your supper is cold, but I can reheat it."
>BunBun took several deep breaths and cleared her throat a couple of times, and managed to reply without her voice cracking. "I'll be right there; I just need to stop in the bathroom."
>She just barely heard her mother's "Okay, sweetie!" as she made a beeline for the bathroom and shut the door behind her.
>The first thing she did was grab a large wad of toilet paper and climb into the bathtub. She used her mouth to wrap the toilet paper around her right forehoof and pressed it against her marehood.
>When she pulled it back up, she was surprised to see nothing but her own fluids. Not only was there no blood, but not even a drop of the stallion's… deposit… came up either.
>BunBun looked down at her belly, bulging slightly from the sheer volume of cum the stallion had forced into her womb. She placed her hooves around the mound and couldn't help but imagine her eggs being surrounded by billions of sperm cells, one lucky swimmer drilling its way into each of her several eggs.

>She sighed. There were potions that were supposed to prevent that from happening, but some tests with her doctor last year had determined that such a strategy would be ineffective.
>She clearly remembered him informing her that a high enough dose of a strong enough potion might be able to temporarily reduce her fertility by a small amount, maybe to the point that precum was no longer guaranteed to get her pregnant, but in general any such potions or drugs would be quickly filtered out by her liver, and spells would simply flow over her with no effect.
>Her body would apparently automatically reject anything that would interfere with the normal functioning of her reproductive system. She scoffed. There was nothing "normal" about consistent multiple births, or an estrus so strong it compelled nearby stallions to rape her.
>Bundle Joy shook her head to get her mind back on track. If she couldn't stop his sperm from reaching her eggs, she could at least drain the extras.
>She placed a hoof on either side of her distended belly and, in a motion that unsettlingly resembled popping a zit, pushed inwards.
>It felt firmer than she expected. The volume shifted slightly when she applied enough pressure, but she didn't feel a single drop come out. She just wasn't able to generate enough pressure to force her cervix open.

>The stallion had had the advantage of a small, tightly sealed space and a large volume of liquid to build up pressure. The thought also crossed her mind, though she quickly dismissed it, that her climax had opened her cervix a crack, something she vaguely remembered from one of Ms. Cheerilee's impromptu sex ed lessons.
>On another hoof, her womb had expanded to comfortably accommodate the large volume, and her belly was big enough that no matter where she pressed, there was always room for the load to re-arrange itself.
>BunBun sighed and climbed out of the bathtub, grabbing a washcloth to tidy herself up. It occurred to her while she was wiping the dirt and dust out of her coat that she didn't have the towel she had been using to sit on in class; she must've dropped it in the shock of being mounted and forgotten it on the ground.
>She shuddered to think of the stallion getting his hooves on it.

>BunBun shook her head again to clear it. She had to focus on the problems at hoof.
>She looked down at her belly, swollen with the heavy load in her womb. The bulge wasn't extraordinarily large, and could easily be missed by somepony who wasn't paying attention, but it'd be readily visible to anyone looking directly at her belly. She wasn't sure how long she'd be able to hide it, or how long it'd take to drain on its own.
>She took a few practice steps, pacing around the bathroom. The impulse to waddle was definitely there, especially as the stallion's… "gift"… sloshed back and forth with each step. Still, she managed to closely approximate her normal gait after some practice.
>After another quick glance in the mirror, she decided she was presentable enough, or at least as presentable as she was going to get.
>She flushed the toilet and ran some water for appearances, and then unlocked and opened the bathroom door.

>She immediately smelled something delicious, and followed the smell to the kitchen, where her mother had recently reheated a plate of Fettuccini Alfredo.
>She put on a smile, and went to take her seat at the dining table, where her mother had placed the plate. Finding the end of a noodle, she grabbed it with her mouth and began to slurp.
>"So, how was school?" her mother asked, attempting to break the ice.
>Bundle Joy finished slurping the noodle and swallowed it after minimal chewing.
>She took a deep breath. "It was fine. Miss Cheerilee is being really good about my estrus, and giving me 'accommodations'."
>BunBun's mother nodded. "She's a good mare, and such a good teacher already."
>The filly just nodded in response.
>"Be careful, though. Even a normal mare's estrus can drive a stallion wild, and yours… Well, some of those colts may not have as much self-control."
>Tears began to well up in her mouth, and her mother noticed instantly. "What's wrong, Bunny?" There was a pause, and the mare's eyes went wide. "Something happened, didn't it?"
>Bundle Joy just nodded.

>Bundle Joy's mother tentatively reached out and gently placed a hoof on her shoulder, but quickly took it back when she felt her daughter flinch, settling instead for stroking her mane.
>"Don't forget I'm here for you, if you need anything." Her voice was calm and reassuring. "I'll help you through this."
>Bundle Joy sobbed, the trauma from her experience finally catching up to her in one big wave. "It… It's not fair…" she managed to choke out.
>Her mother nodded. "I know, baby. I know."
>BunBun sniffled. "All he has to do is… y'know, that… and I… and I'm stuck with his foals for almost a year."
>Her mother sighed. "Yes, the power is very lopsided. But y–"
>BunBun practically slid out of her chair and walked around to stand in front of her mother. "See that? That's all from him! His swimmers, they're all crammed there, aimed at my eggs, if they haven't hit their marks already. And there's nothing I can do about it."
>Bundle Joy couldn't see her mother clearly through the tears in her eyes, but the resolve in her voice was unmistakeable.
>"Come with me; I'll take you to the doctor, and then we'll pay a visit to the police office. We may not be able to stop you from conceiving, but we damn well can make sure that stallion pays for what he did to you."

>Bundle Joy stifled a sigh, turning back to poking at her food.
>"It's not a big deal, Mom."
>Her mother was obviously trying to contain her rage, and only partly succeeding.
>"Not a big deal‽ Bunny, he RAPED you!"
>Bundle winced at her mother's vehemence.
>"Yeah, I know, but I'd really rather not dwell on it. Can't we just move on?"
>Her mother shook her head. "No we can't just 'move on'; look at you! That just be at least a quart that he's saddled you with."
>The filly took a bite of her food and rested a hoof on her bulging belly.
>"I've carried triplets; I can handle a few cups of… well, you know."
>The mare sighed. "Finish your food, and then we're going to the hospital to get all of that… *stuff* drained out of you!"
>Bundle Joy nodded meekly and turned her attention back to her food. "Yes, mother."
>Her mother lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry if I'm being overbearing; I just want to send a message that a stallion can't just take advantage of my daughter and get away with it."
>Bundle nodded, finishing her food. "I guess I see your point." She stood up. "Okay, let's go."

>As her mother led the way out the door, Bundle Joy quickly put her dirty plate in the sink and followed behind.
>Having to jog slightly to catch up, the stallion's load still sloshing inside her with each step, Bundle felt the thick warmth seep deeper into her core, leaving her no doubt that she would soon be carrying her assailant's foals.
>"Just hold in there, BunBun; we'll get this sorted out soon enough."
>BunBun nodded and finally caught up to her mother, trotting alongside her. "I guess you have a point, Mom. If you think this is a good way to avoid this happening next year."
>She nodded in response. "That, and I just want to find the stallion who did this and make him pay."
>Bundle made a mental note to avoid getting on her mother's bad side and remained silent the rest of the walk.
>"Okay, here we are. You go ahead and sit in the waiting room; I'll take care of checking you in and telling them what to expect."
>The daughter smiled weakly and found herself a chair, keeping herself occupied by fiddling absentmindedly with one of the toys, a puzzle for much younger foals.
>Several minutes later, she heard a pony clear her throat. Looking up, she saw young pegasus mare with a baby blue coat and a purple mane with a white stripe. "Joy? Bundle Joy?"

>Bundle climbed off the chair, staggering slightly as the load in her belly threw off her center of balance. "That's me."
>"The doctor will see you now. She's in the second door on the left."
>The filly nodded and made her way to the specified room, where she was greeted by an older mare, a yellow earth pony mare with a white mane.
>The doctor pushes a small ladder over to the side of the examination table. "Okay, climb up here and I'll take a look at you. Your mother told us what happened, and I would like to extend our sympathies."
>BunBun smiled weakly.
>"Speaking of your mother, would you like her here with you, for support?"
>The filly on the table sighed. "Sure, I guess…"
>The doctor nodded. "It's entirely optional, just so you know."
>Bundle Joy cracked a slight wry smile. "Yeah, I figured. Otherwise, why ask?"
>The doctor's expression softened at the joke. "I'll send for her; you just sit tight." She makes sure BunBun is situated and steps out of the room.
>BunBun looks around at the office.
>It's sparsely decorated in what appears to be a halfhearted attempt at celebrating estrus season. Glossy paper cutouts of birds and bees and bunnies and eggs decorated the bulletin board, and pastels in general were sprinkled about the room.
>It was an awfully cheery representation of an occasion that could so easily turn out badly.
>The doorknob turned and the doctor returned with Bundle's mother in tow.

>Her mother found a seat and the doctor got back to work.
>"Okay, I'll need to get you into these stirrups to get a good look at you. If you'd like your mother to look away, feel free to ask."
>BunBun shook her head, lifting her hind legs and resting them into the device, which held them up and apart. "She's my mom; I'm sure it's nothing she hasn't seen already. Let's just get this over with."
>The mare nodded, prodding methodically around her marehood, gently spreading it with her hooves. 
>"Okay, I'm not seeing any semen near the vaginal opening, which tells me it must be trapped behind your cervix. Let me just get you dilated so it can drain out."
>Bundle nodded. "That would be nice."
>The doctor smiles, retrieving a metal speculum from a drawer. "Okay. You look sore down there, as can be expected, so this might hurt a little."
>"I've given birth. I can handle it."
>The mare chuckled, slowly inserting the speculum, and BunBun winced in response.
>"Interesting special talent. I could probably write a whole book on your reproductive system. If you don't mind, that is."
>The filly shrugged, biting her lip as the speculum reached its depth. "If you'd like, I guess."
>"Hurry up!" BunBun's mom nearly shouted. "Get it out of her, before…"
>The mare sighed. "There's no rush. There's no way I could get every spermatazoon out of her. Given her high level of fertility, that means that she'll be conceiving one way or the other."

>BunBun's mother shivered, imagining herself and her daughter having to go through the ordeal of an adolescent pregnancy yet again. "Isn't there something you could to to…"
>The doctor shook her head, locking the speculum in place and spreading it open. "According to her chart, your daughter is unaffected by contraceptive spells, charms, or potions. The best I can do is remove the semen and allow her to adapt more gradually as her womb grows over the course of the pregnancy."
>Bundle's mother frowned. "She's just a filly! Couldn't you just, like, take the foals out?"
>The doctor scoffed, awkwardly trying halfway through to disguise it as clearing her throat.
>"Not if I want to keep my license. At this stage, there's no way they'd survive."
>She locks the speculum open and lowers her head, using her horn for illumination. "I could easily end up in court, and possibly prison, on hippocide cha–"
>"Okay, okay, stupid question. Forget I asked. I didn't know what doctors could do nowadays; I'd never wish harm on anypony." She clears her throat, her voice dropping to a mutter. "Except that lousy stallion."
>The doctor leans in closer. "Mm-hmm, I was hoping that's what you meant, but you'd be shocked the kinds of requests I get come mating seas… Oh dear."

>Bundle Joy's mother's ears perked up. "'Oh dear'? I don't like the sound of that."
>The doctor leaned in, squinted, and sighed.
>"There's some pretty significant bruising to her cervix."
>Bundle lifted her head from the table. "Is it serious?"
>The doctor shook her head, very gently swabbing the end of BunBun's marehood.
>"As it is, no, it doesn't pose a significant threat to your health. If left alone, it should heal without producing any scar tissue."
>Bundle's mom sighed. "I sense a 'but' coming."
>The doctor nodded, dropping the swab into a small container and beginning to collapse the speculum.
>"'If left alone' are the operative words there. If I dilated her right now, there'd be a pretty significant risk of infection, and probably some permanent scarring too."
>BunBun's mom shivered. "You mean you can't get… 'it'… out?"
>The doctor shook her head. "Not until her cervix heals enough."
>"And… how long will that take?"
>The doctor bit her lip. "No more than two week."
>The mother's eyes went wide. "Two WEEKS‽ She has to carry around that stallion's deposit for half a month‽"
>The doctor nodded, slowly removing the speculum.
>"She might heal in as little as a week or so, but I'm going to say two weeks to be on the safe side. The semen isn't posing her a significant risk just sitting in her uterus, but if we try to remove it too soon, things could turn out badly."

>Bundle Joy rested her forehooves on her belly. "I understand. It's a little annoying is all, but I'll get used to it."
>The doctor put the speculum away to be sanitized and began to lower the stirrups. "That's the spirit. We can schedule a followup for two weeks from now. What time works for you?"
>Bundle began to answer, but her mother interrupted her. "As soon as possible. You can write her a note for school if you have to."
>The doctor nodded, helping Bundle out of the stirrups. "Let me check my calendar. That's just after the end of mating season, so I may be a little busy."
>Bundle Joy shifted to sitting with her hind legs dangling off the edge of the table, the paper crinkling underneath her.
>"Okay, I can do the Friday after next at 1:30 p.m.,; that's the earliest I have available."
>"But that's more than two weeks! That's almost three!"
>The doctor nodded, helping BunBun onto the floor. The filly's belly shook visibly as the cum sloshed inside her womb.
>"Like I said, the period immediately after estrus is very busy, because that's when mares are conceiving." She writes the appointment into her calendar. "Another benefit of an extra wait is I can be sure any embryos will have securely implanted before I start draining her."
>BunBun nodded. "Yeah, that sounds reasonable. I wouldn't want any of my foals to accidentally get flushed out."
>The doctor smiled. "That's a very mature attitude. I'm sure you'll make a great mother."
>BunBun smiled. "Thank you. Is that all?"
>The doctor nodded. "Yes, that's about it. Because your cervix is so delicate now, I'd advise you to avoid any sexual activity, including masturbation, for at least a week."
>Bundle blushed.

>The doctor sealed up the container with the swab. "I'm going to send this to the lab and see if any semen was left on this side of your cervix. Hopefully, we can find a match and figure out who the stallion was who attacked you. Unfortunately for this situation, there's no national genetic database, so we might not get a match."
>Bundle's mom sat up. "That's really irritating."
>Bundle sighs. "Yeah, but it *would* be pretty creepy if all of our genes were on file."
>"I get why it's the case, but that doesn't make it any less frustrating."
>The doctor nodded. "I understand. Unless you have any more questions, we can wrap up this appointment."
>Bundle's mom nodded back, shaking the doctor's hoof. "Thank you for your time; we'll be on our way."
>The doctor opened the door for Bundle Joy and her mother, and they stepped out, the mother leading her daughter home.