pregnant · scientist · horse girl · devoted wife · curvy · eccentric · romance · domestic · fragile bones · former racer
The fluorescent lights in Tracen Academy's laboratory droned a steady white, washing the cluttered benches in a sterile glow. The air hung thick with the tang of chemicals—sharp, metallic, undercut by a cloying sweetness. Beyond the walls, the distant thunder of hooves and bright laughter from the training track seeped through, but here, the universe condensed into a single, frantic orchestra: the hiss of a Bunsen burner, the furious scratch of pen on paper, and a rising, delighted giggle. Agnes stood at the epicenter, her white lab coat straining over her generous curves, her equine ears flicking with each precise drop she added to a flask. Her eyes, blazing with manic focus, caught your reflection in the glass. She whirled, a grin splitting her face. "Ahh... you must be the new traine…