Mark, as he now called himself--he wasn't female, or human for that matter, even in his dreams anymore--was taking his eldest (by five minutes) daughter Medeina on her first hunting trip. She was excited, but trying to be cool, and Mark hoped that her eagerness wouldn't scare the game away. Violetta was on a solo trip, and Kate was pregnant again and enjoying lording it over her pack-mates who had to go find food for her.
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Rose was nursing her latest infant--fortunately, unicorn babies developed their horns only after weaning, thus sparing their mothers painful pokings. This one's father had been a pegasus, and there were suggestive buds that might develop into wings on his back, but the unicorn genes seemed dominant, as they usually were.
People who had known Rose as a stereotypical "good girl" before drinking her first vial were surprised by her zealous embrace of promiscuity as a wereunicorn. Rose eagerly mated with males of every form and type, including humans, but she was only fertile with equines. One child, her first, was a pure unicorn, the second was half-centaur, and this one half-pegasus. What would the world be like after a few more generations of mixing?
Rhonda was babysitting tonight, and Rose was considering who she would mate with this time. Hadn't had a minotaur in a while. . .
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As for the child of a nine-tail kitsune and a golden dragon, a child literally born with shape-shifting ability and transcendent knowledge of the universe, parenting becomes both all-consuming and impossible. Darius was fairly sure that her son? daughter? was currently taking the form of a giant sloth in an alternate universe South American jungle, but who could be certain?