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I grew bored easily these days. There was a certain enjoyment in the needs of the city, the myriad of complex problems that required my attention, the artful politics of the council of mares, but it seemed empty.

Narissa. Yes that was why. Since my sister's death, nothing had been the same. Even though I had a position of power and an exciting job, and a filly of my own growing into marehood, I knew inside it would never be as special as it had been with my sister by my side. We were more than sisters; friends, lovers, confidants. We really were one soul in two bodies.

Then she had died leading another fruitless attempt to establish a colony on Tau Ceti. I had grieved, as had all my fellow mares, for the loss of another chance of our salvation. More than that, I had grieved for the loss of my other half, my twin. For me, that was the loss that burned the brightest.

"Councillor?"

It was my secretary again. She was always trying to cheer me up.

"Yes Serian?"

"You wanted to be informed. A stallion has come in, from collection point Gamma-seven. Lone apparently, he was brought in this morning. I thought it was unusual enough that you might want to check it out."

"Very correct Serian. I will attend to it immediately."

I had chosen this role for many reasons, though I would not dream of admitting them to anyone I didn't trust. Not all of them were entirely appropriate, after all. Guardian of the City's Reproductive Health was the official title. Supervisor of stallion harvesting and mating more crudely.

Unlike many of my fellow mares, I had not formed the traditional distaste for the stallion's body; quite the reverse. I loved the opportunity to size up the bound and helpless studs our patrols brought in, watching them fight against the terrors their simple brains faced in the unfamiliar world of the city. I had reformed the processes under my tenure, introducing new features that both increased the chances of successful genetic diversity and helped my fellow mares with their needs.

Even when sometimes those needs included the previously forbidden pleasures of a stallion's body under them. It turned out the old fashioned way led to better conception rates than insemination for those who could endure a stallion's touch. I loved the way nature gave us what we desire sometimes.

It had taken much patient work to break down the taboos that centuries had thrown up around our male cousins. I was something of a history buff, though it was officially frowned on in the city. Apparently, we were quite happy to point to our long traditions for justification to remain as we were, while steadfastly refusing to face that history head on and learn from it. Conservative did not seem to go well with inquisitive.

From what I had read, deep in the archives where no mare bothered to go these days, when our stallions had first been banished from the cities after the Great War and the Great Dying that almost killed our civilisation, it was seen as a temporary thing. Mares did not trust them, and needed their warlike impulses kept at arms-length for a time, but they were still let into the city regularly, and they were still our mates, sexually and spiritually.

Over time though, contact had become less and less frequent, until the stallions had been left to fend for themselves in the wilderness their aggression had created while we had retreated into our one remaining city and kept them far away. We knew we needed them still, that was the rub, but we didn't want them any more than was necessary. So the process of harvesting began, and colts were banished from the city when they reached seven, to live or die in the cauldron of stallion life outside the walls.

Survival of the fittest, with the best specimens selected to breed the next generation.

It had continued successfully for centuries, but the system was playing itself out while our civilisation stagnated into senescence. The doomsday weapons they used for their war had lit a fire under our planet, one that was steadily warming it's core. It would not be long before the growing instability killed all remaining life, and our future was lost forever.

The last desperate try, to colonise the only known life-capable exoplanet we discovered, was proving a dead end, failing for our inability to manage the hyperstellar jump. In spite of everything our technology could provide, even a computer link to the pilot's mind hadn't prevented failure after failure. One had ended too close to a sun, one in unknown deep space, others had simply disappeared. Traditional navigation just seemed not to work when it came to the jump.

All this made little impact on me, though it should be depressing me to tears. Instead, all I could think of was my sister, selfishly I knew. It was for her that I had taken this role, if the truth be known. Before she died, she had constantly told me that she could see her last foal, a colt, inside her mind. He was calling to her, and she to him. It should be impossible, and yet I had no reason to doubt her, and one time when we mated, I had felt him too, a beautiful colt, a shire like us, with white feathering on chestnut fur and eyes of grey flecked with gold like my sister. I could still see his mind occasionally, late at night mostly, when I would reach out to him seeking a part of her.

I headed for the receiving bay to find the patrol captain, looking forward to a nice confrontation to stir my juices and break me from the ennui that threatened to overwhelm me. I wasn't disappointed; it turned out to have been Melisanna, a cocky paint mare that I had a few run ins with in the past. She knew her job though, and she was a beautiful and sexually alluring mare for all her faults. We had indulged a couple of times, much against my better judgement, and I still felt a tingle in my labia whenever I saw her. Her oral skills were almost unmatched.

"Greetings Melisanna."

The paint mare turned, her eyebrows registering disapproval as I interrupted her post patrol debrief.

"How can I help you councillor?" I could hear the subtle tinge of mocking in her voice, and the unsubtle glances at my groin. Sometimes I thought our patrol pilots were as basic as the stallions.

"I believe you brought in a stallion today, even though you weren't tasked for retrieval?"

Her frown was in full bloom now, the experienced pilot intolerant of interference in her job by mere bureaucrats as always. I could smell her sex, the rich ebb of her heat filling my nostrils. She always became aroused after a confrontation; I would have to invite her round later for a more personal 'debrief'.

"I have discretion under standing orders."

I tried another tack.

"I know Melisanna, it wasn't calling your actions into question. I'm just curious as to what happened, and why you made a collection."

My soothing words had the desired effect, though the mare kept up her scowl on general principles.

"We were carrying out a normal sweep when we spotted action below. One large group had a lone stallion cornered, near the collection point in Gamma-seven. We saw him fight them off, one against ten at least until he made it to the collection zone. He looked strong and young enough, and after what he showed, we thought it would be a waste to let him get taken by the other savages, so we decided to make an unscheduled collection.Even had to blast one of the animals when they tried to kill him while we were preparing for collection."

"I am sorry you had to go through that Mel, they are getting harder to deal with all the time. It is almost like they are losing their fears; we may have to change our protocols to accomdate it. He sounds like just what we need though; well done Mel...I would like to reward you for your initiative, and for your pains...perhaps my quarters tonight?"

She was intrigued now, the cocky smirk I found so arousing now covering her muzzle.

"Have some good wine ready for me and I might consider..."

"Deal. Now, tell me, where is this specimen?"

"Bay eleven. He is being prepped already."

I headed for the indicated bay while Mel completed her paperwork in silence. There were attendants supervising the stallion's needs, and they parted as I approached, heads bowed respectfully and ears flat. Good, respect was always welcome.

When I got closer to the stallion, I could not avoid a harsh intake of breath, the shuddering sound drawing curious looks from the attendants. He was young indeed, barely of age by their standards, maybe still eighteen. He was a big one though, tall and muscled as befitted a shire. He had exquisite white feathering, and a long braided mane. I could see all of him, as he lay still unconscious, stripped already for initial processing, and he was something special. His chest and belly already bulged with muscle, and his sheath loomed plump and heavy above a pair of large orbs encased in a soft leather bag. I was tempted to reach for those orbs, cupping them and feeling their heat, their power, contrasting with the delicate softness of the velvety skin. Something about him though made my fur stand on end...

As I mentally scanned his form, removing the wound on his shoulder and the various eccentric markings of his kind, as well as his obvious stallion attributes, the answer hit me like a physical blow. It had been more of a hope, even a fantasy, but now as my ears pricked up and I drank in his scent, I could not keep the excitement from my mind. Surely he must be...

"Narissa!"

"Councillor?"

"Nothing...the specimen reminded me of someone, that's all. Tell me, have you run his bloodwork and genetic screen yet?"

"Just running now. He appears healthy so once we have tended the shoulder wound we were going to move him to the breeding suite."

"Excellent. Can you please send his results direct to me as soon as they are ready? And, I think I want to take an interest in this one. Have him sent to suite six, and I will assign Thoerdek as his minder."

I could see the attendant had questions, her ears flicked and her tail sort of hung in mid air while she warred with herself. Eventually she just dropped her head again, muttering a noncommittal "of course". I didn't mind, let her wonder. She had eyes anyway, and could see the general similarities between the stallion and myself, though I had black feathering where his was white.

Such a beautiful one, with mane and feathering like snow on the hills. Just as I remembered...

My mind wandered, remembering hours in the embrace of my twin, her body against mine, our muzzles on each other's sex. I had thought it was too much to dream, too much to hope. And yet...even if he was not, there was a consolation.

I had wanted another foal, knowing my filly was already full grown, and my colt would not be with me for long. Already three, he would be seven before I knew it, and then I would lose him forever. Maybe this one could give me another filly, my last real chance given my age.