[b] ...What. (Half Truth x With Legs Like These)

[Scaramouche Fandango]

Legs didn’t understand why the eaglehound appeared, but she was glad that it had done so. Gamboling around a field with a pup was always a good time, and this one was extra-fluffy, with a thick ruff of downy feathers mantling its shoulders. It barked happily as she tossed a stick for it, but funnily enough, it didn’t run to retrieve. Giggling, she dropped to her knees, inviting the pup over for some snuggling. She’d been feeling oh-so-nesty lately and a good snuggle would hit the spot. "Aren't you just the best doggie, such a soft, sweet girl. I'll bet whoever owns you just loves to cuddle up and snuggle you, don't they?"

For her part, Half Truth knew what the doe didn’t, and thought it might be fun to play with her a little, see what she’d be like with something smaller and perhaps more innocent. An eaglehound could defend itself more easily than a colt or filly, but it seemed like a decent test. She was more than happy to curl up near the doe, but when she started nuzzling the spot between her ears, she figured that she should probably do something. Whining and wriggling, she rolled away from the doe, then stood up and eased back into her mare form.

“What.”

“Just as I suspected,” Half Truth said. “You’re going to be an excellent mother, and your babies will always have a sense of fun. Toodle-oooooooo!” she howled, folding downwards into her dog and bounding away.

“...WHAT.”

She... she was pregnant? And the dog was a shapeshifter?

She was pregnant, and the dog was a shapeshifter. There were stranger things in this world, probably.