Stallion Mage: A Horse Shifter Mpreg Romance (COMPLETE)

Forest of Dreams

That was not just mating.  That was far more than a mating.  Alvarr’s heart twisted in a painful, unfamiliar way.  The tribes shouldn’t live apart.  Children shouldn’t be forced to choose between their sire or dam.  He knew this with his whole heart, but he was hardly the one to convince them.

A stallion mage, possibly more powerful than Mare-Mother Quirina?  Once I told the tribe's history, they’d be afraid that I'd go mad, too.

The sounds of mating echoed around him, but they took on a new meaning.  How many of those stallions and mares felt the way that those other two did?  To be drawn to each other, only to be separated for an entire year?

Sighing, Alvarr turned back toward the camp.  His heart was too heavy.  He hadn't found out what he wanted to know, but he had discovered something new, and it weighed on him.

About halfway to home, he heard a familiar voice.  "Good hunting, brother?" 

The mage froze in his tracks.  It was Nassor's rough, brutish rasp.  Alvarr remembered how he called him little mare, and fought the urge to bolt.  He waited for the response.  It's probably Thane.

"A leader must do his duty," came the reply.

Laren!  The mage had no intention of revealing himself, but he found himself drawn closer to where the leader stood.  It was a safety instinct, Alvarr thought, though it also took him closer to Nassor. 

"It's more than just a duty," Nassor said with a sly, ugly laugh.  "I've covered three mares already."

"Make sure you are resting," Laren said.  "The night has only just begun."

Nassor gave a snort, and Alvarr heard the heavy strikes of his hooves as he galloped away.  I should probably get back.  He'd seen what he wanted to see, and it wouldn't be good if Laren caught him out, after he'd specifically told him not to come. 

He took a few steps backward, and branches cracked under his weight. 

"Who is…" the leader called.

Alvarr backed away faster, hoping the forest would cover his scent.  He could scent Laren, though, more strongly than ever.  Laren's scent was made of energy.

"Alvarr, is that you?"  The leader came through the trees and stopped when he faced the mage.  "What are you…". The leader's eyes stopped right in the center of the mage's forehead.  What happened to your face?"

His horn!  He'd gotten used to the weight of it now, and forgotten it.  He twisted his head away, but there was no hiding the bone-white spire. 

"How does such a thing happen to a stallion?" The leader's voice was quiet, almost a whisper, giving no clue how the leader was thinking.

"I don't know," Alvarr said.  I don't know what I am.

Laren sighed, his large gray sides filling and deflating.  "This is a strange night all around," he said.  "Somehow, I can't be surprised anymore.  Walk with me and tell me about how that came to pass."

"All right," the mage said.  At least Laren didn't seem angry, though the leader vibrated with earth energy. 

Alvarr stepped closer.  If Laren's energy had a color, it would be swirling through him in golden spirals.  But that means he lied to Nassor.  Laren hadn't mated at all yet. 

"What about mating?" Alvarr asked.  He shifted from foot to foot as he thought of Laren mounting a mare.  A tightness began in his low belly.

Laren's great gray head whipped around to face him.  "What about it?"