Goldilocks needed to learn how to keep her hands to herself. She had told herself that she wouldn't shit where she ate but it seemed the lesson had not stuck. With her decision to claim the lagoon as hers, it would have made sense to steer clear from the stallions.

It was a shame she could not resist the forbidden.

The slight swell of her abdomen was a mockery of her willpower. One would assume the wolf draped in onyx had sired the babe nestled within her womb but it was not so. Goldilocks had lived up to the motto of "Go big or go home." To cement her place, she had seduced the king himself.

A foolish choice but one she would have to live with.

"Despite the approaching winter, the humidity is a bitch." Seven could not help but take the moment to whine. Strands of onyx clung to her frame, a light lather gathering along her neck and withers. It seemed she couldn't get rid of that 'just got laid' look. She would be known as the mare who always looked like an overworked sex worker. Her dam was surely rolling in her grave. Oh well.

"I have not had a chance to try three different beds. Wait, I lie. Papa Bear's bed was deliciously hard but wasn't quite right. Where are the other beds? I am completely exhausted."

Seven paused in her random wandering of the lagoon. Her auds swivelled, listening for any sounds indicating another soul was around. Her lower lip jutted out in a childish pout as nothing was to be heard. Where was everyone? She knew there was a war going on but damnit she wanted something to amuse her.

Where was Ashmedai when she needed him? Where were the wolves he proclaimed lived in these waters?

SPEECH

[ seven is.....special. ]