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The knowledge that she was pregnant was infuriating. Vanya had possessed no intention of bearing anyone a child, much less without eliciting some promise of power or other advantage. For nearly a whole year she'd be nothing more than a blimp, and then for months after that a milk bar. Not only had she allowed to grey to have his way, but he lacked even the basic desire or ability to claim her, so she'd literally gained nothing from the bargain.

The memory of it made her grind her teeth again and she shuttered her eyes, fighting to push back the blind rage that had set in as soon as she'd come to the realization of her condition.

In doing so, she missed the arrival of the silver stallion she'd taunted not so long ago until his hoofbeats were reverberating in her ears. Surprise caused the slender forms to prick forward, before they once again buried themselves in her mane as the situation was absorbed. She didn't move or flinch from his marking of her hide, not that she'd had a chance to do so with the speed at which he struck.

No, the witchy mare tried to return the favor instead, her blunted ivories flashing out as she sought to pinch the hide on his neck or face in retaliation. There wasn't much time to do so though, as he almost immediately went to her rump to begin attempting to shove her forward and toward the water. The heat and press of his skin against hers, combined with the passion of her anger made her briefly wonder if things weren't going to devolve into sex here, regardless of her pregnancy.

Still too proud to give in, her graceful neck arched upward again and she kicked out against his body. They were far too close together for this to be more than a token resistance, but she did dig her forehooves into the grass.

"I. Don't. Do. Meek." She spoke through gritted teeth. In all honesty, she wasn't really opposed to going with him, but she wasn't going to make it easy either. It put a wrench in her plans, considering he was the only stallion that knew of her and had wanted to make her his own on the Isles. If she went with him, there was no guarantee that anyone would come for her, and the risk that she would be stuck in his herd for the rest of her life was a viable concern.

But he was pretty, and he had followed her... so she'd probably cut him some slack... eventually.