Ladybug couldn't believe her eyes. Two of the triplets were happily nursing from Iris! Ladybug stormed over to her rival.
"Those are my foals!" she snapped. Iris tossed her perfect mane.
"Foals need milk. I make milk," she replied in the broken language of a true horse. But something wasn't right. Ladybug got her foals back, then stood patiently as every single one of her four children began to nurse. It was a good thing her multiple back-to-back pregnancies had made her udder produce more milk than average.
As her foals nursed, Ladybug thought more about her growing suspicion of Iris. The other mare acted dumb. But maybe it was just that: an act. Iris was lactating now. And with a careful feeling out with her magic, Ladybug could tell the other mare had cast a spell upon herself to lactate. It was clumsy, the kind of spell done accidentally on instinct. But any sort of spell like that should be beyond the scope of a regular Witch's Pony. Which meant one thing.
Iris was truly a human.