Chapters The Embodiment
Part 1
Applejack
The stars above shifted and moved, ever so slightly, for one below had been chosen as many others had. One below would be risen up and know her destiny anew, to become something more than she could ever hope to be. All she had to do, was realize it.
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Applejack sat at the table, idly tapping her fingers on its surface, fidgeting her hooved feet against the ground impatiently, scratching at an itch on her orange snout as she picked at an apple she was eating. There was something amiss in the air. Had the fields not turned up any fruit? Was something wrong in the family? After a long day of work was she slowing up, getting old? It was none of these that had her troubled. Instead it was something far simpler and far more interesting.
Big Mac strode into the house, “South field is done.”
“Good, means I only gotta deal with the east field tomorrow.” She said sharply.
He could hear the stress in her voice clearly, the soft spoken and brother of few words decided he needed to speak. “Is everything alright.”
“It's just... ugh its stupid. Don't worry about it.” Her tail twitched with a set of nerves.
“AJ, the only time you tell me to not worry is when there's something to worry over. So you outta tell me before I leave for Manehatten to pick up Granny Smith and Applebloom, and you're left all alone to your thoughts for a few days.”
She rolled her eyes, hating it that he was right. “Well... its...” she blushed, not wanting to say it. “It's a little weird alright, you don't need to worry about it. Honest.”
“AJ.” He said flatly.
She just sighed deeply, “It's just a dream.”
“About?”
She knew she wasn't going to be able to avoid this, “There were stars, I remember a lot of stars like I’m looking up at the sky and... and I felt good, really really good.” Her face felt hot as her brother seemed to understand. “And my hands were running over my belly, my big swollen belly, and... and I could feel it kick.”
“I don't see the problem.” He said back honestly.
“It's just that.” She had a hard time explaining it, trying to explain in a way that didn't reveal just how much she liked it. “Being pregnant just felt right, and I felt good, like I was... doing something I was meant to do.” Her brother began laughing again, and she shot him an angry glare.
“Well are you pregnant?”
“Of course not, ya now I ain't got time for that!”
Her brother just began snickering, “I think your clocks just begun tickin' is all.”
She just rolled her eyes again, “Well it can keep tickin', don't have time for a foal alongside all the other stuff we gotta do on this farm.”
“Take some time and think about it,” He grabbed the pack he had prepared earlier, “you're gonna be alone for a few days.”
“Yeah I know.” She said through a snort as her ears lay flat against her head in thought.
“Just don't get knocked up while I'm gone.”
Applejack threw the apple she had been eating toward him, as he laughed wholeheartedly at her immense blush. Without much more to say he was gone, and there Applejack sat, thinking about how bothered that dream had left her; of how much she wanted it again.
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AJ took the braids out of her mane and tail, just letting her hair go free. She didn't always go to bed without them, she had quite a bit of it and it tended to get everywhere, but letting it go helped her relax. The house was locked up for the night, the last hours of that day spent running into to town to see Twilight about a book on dreams. She scoffed at herself, what was she doing, looking up a bunch of mumbo jumbo on dreams. Still she looked at the book she had set down on her dresser, the concern on her face reflected in the mirror. Her mind just wouldn't settle down about the dream.
She sighed, “Fine.” With book in hand she turned on a lamp and began to read.
The first thing she did was look up pregnancy, that much was at least clearly written. Although she couldn't help but snort at all the silly things it was supposed to imply. Anything from being actually pregnant to potentially having more than two foals. She wondered if there was anything about why it felt so good just to stroke her womb, but decided to skip that and just go straight to what had her most concerned; stars. They were a rather important symbol in everyday life in Equestria, and having dreams centered around them was a little troubling. The passage about the meaning of stars left her slightly confused.
“Destiny?” She double checked the entry, not sure why it was literally just a single word. “Destiny?... that's it? I'm destined to get pregnant?” She just stared at herself blankly in the mirror, then began laughing out loud. “Hoo boy if there wasn't a more vague silly set of beliefs I might as well be an alicorn.” She set the book down, still laughing as she crawled into bed. “Destined to get pregnant, yeah so is every single other mare in Equestria.”
She curled up in her sheets, wrapping herself in all her soft warm blankets, her cozy two piece pajamas the only thing she needed to wear under all those home-stitched covers. She looked out her window, at the clear night sky above, all those stars just shining down in the night sky. When suddenly one of them moved out of the corner of her eye. She couldn't help but do a double-take, and she could swear one of them moved again. She quickly got out of bed and opened her window to get a better look, ignoring the mild breeze that made her shiver. She just looked at them for a time, but no matter how long she stared they remained still.
She sighed to herself, “What are you doin' girl?” She reached out to pull the window's shutters shut when she noticed something in the East field, a small silver light moving through the trees.
She just groaned to herself, it wasn't the first time something like this happened. It was probably those two colts from Applebloom's school again, trying to get away with a dare about stealing a bushel of apples from the farm. She knew how to deal with them.
“Hey! Ya'll are trespassin' on private property! Don't think for one minute I ain't gonna come out there and buck your sorry flanks into the next county!”
The light continued to move about, but it definitely didn't move away, or even in fear.
“Alright, fine, have it your way.” She said to herself. Closing the window she grabbed one of her plaid overcoats and quickly buttoned it up, not even stopping to braid her hair, chasing off two colt's would be nothing. Especially considered she was the largest of her group of friends, and the hips the size of apple barrels from her lifetime of applebucking helped a might bit too.
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How long had she been walking through the east field now? She had gone into the treeline after that light, and kept following it, shouting at it at times. Every time though, just when she thought it had left, she'd see it out of the corner of her eye. Only to chase it deeper into the apple trees before it started all over again. After losing it once again she stopped and just rubbed at her temples trying to calm down.
“Alright come on now! It's getting' late and we both don't have time for this you idiots! Just go home already I gotta buck all this tomorrow and I swear-!” She stopped shouting as she saw the light appear from behind a tree.
Applejack couldn't believe her eyes, it wasn't a lamp or even a spell of some sort. There was an orb of light shining bright, like a star, a few feet from her. She had no idea what to say, no idea what to do. Suddenly it flew off deeper into the orchard.
“Wait!”
She took off after it, slapping away branches that got in her way. Farther and farther into the tree's she followed it, the foliage growing denser with every step, all the while she reprimanded herself for even beginning to follow it. Suddenly she felt herself running downhill, through even heavier leaves and branches, no longer just trees around her. She realized it too late but knew it was impossible, the whole of the east field was apple trees and flat land. What she was traveling through wasn't even on her property, it was more like a forest than an orchard. She no longer knew what to think as she just kept moving forward, carefully, as foliage blocked her view except for her next step deeper in.
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“Great goin' AJ,” She mumbled to herself as she carefully took another step forward, “Follow a big floating light because your all up in a jitter about a dream. So smart I might have to invent my own style of learnin'”
Another careful step, “Now you're lost in a place that ain't your home, and all because you had a few odd feelings about being pregnant. Rainbow Dash is never gonna let me hear the end of-WHOA!”
She slipped, and was suddenly sliding downhill very fast. She put her arms up over her face, the occasional leaf brushing past her, but as she tried to see where she was going and slow herself down it was almost like the forest was getting out of her way. Before she had any more time to think she was suddenly airborne, shot off the side of some cliff. For a few seconds she felt her heart launch into her throat as fear took hold, and without warning she landed inside a body of water. Her panic lasted a moment before she got a hold of herself, breaching the surface she took a deep breath, and slowly made her way to the closest thing that seemed to be shore.
It took a while before she was able to calm herself completely, it wasn't until she realized the water was warm that something seemed amiss. She looked about at her surroundings, taking them in. There were trees in every direction, immense in size that they seemed to touch the stars. They were everywhere with the exception of the direction she came, the entire corner of the grove devoted to this smooth stoney grotto that seemed so strangely private.
Then she realized that the crystal blue water was shallow enough to stand in, which didn't make sense because she distinctly remembered being far over her head in water a moment ago. It was all so strange, enough so that she looked up hoping to see something familiar. Thankfully she could at least still see the sky, filled to the brim with stars. Yet even though it was night, the entire space had a strange glow to it, just enough so she could clearly see.
“What kinda hay did I roll myself in now...”
She took a few steps out of the pond, her mane, tail, and clothes sopping wet as a chill already began to set in. Without warning a strong gust blew past her, it was so warm by comparison, and when it had passed she felt dry; entirely as though she had never been swimming in the first place.
“Okay...” She took a tentative step forward into the soft grass, the entire space feeling odd to disturb in the slightest as her hooves sank into the pillowey earth. The whole place just felt unnatural, but not wrong, almost like a dream. Her ears twitched as she heard what might be a bell, she turned toward a part of the grove she hadn't seen, and floating there not far from her was the light.
Silence fell upon the grove, and Applejack only stood still, unsure of what to do. Eventually she found her voice, weak though it was, “What... what do you want?”
She wasn't sure if it was a response, but the floating orb of light chimed like a bell to her question. Before she could say anything else it began to fly higher, and she watched as it continued to ascend toward the sky.
She had no idea what she was supposed to do, “I can't fly you know!”
Without warning she felt something sweep her off her feet, and she was suddenly cradled in something. It only took her a moment to realize she was being picked up by a giant leaf. Before she could have more than a thought or two about leaving she was already soaring through the canopy, and all she could too was grab onto the edges of the leaf for dear life as she hoped she didn't fall. After a certain point, when she could see the clouds shooting past her face, she just closed her eyes. Not wanting to even chance a look over the edge.
It was some time before Applejack realized that she had stopped ascending, longer still that she gathered the courage to open her eyes, but what she saw left her breathless. There were stars all around her, each one chiming with its own little voice that she couldn't understand. She watched in awe as one of them descended, a tiny insignificant spec of a star was floating before her. With a wary hand she slowly let go of the leaf, and reached out to it. Before she was able to touch it, the star seemed to leap into her hand, eager for her to cradle it in her palm.
There were suddenly... thoughts in her head, as though they were not her own. Applejack realized, slowly, that they were the stars speaking to her. Each chime left a note, that in turn seemed to turn into a phrase, one she could understand. They told her of the star in her hand, of what it was, a strange magic which needed her help to grow. She listened as they sang of their history, of how each star is the special seed of countless unborn individuals, and of how they required those like her to be realized.
How they used her she wasn't sure, but they offered her a choice. She could go, they would take her home and that would be it, but there was of course the other option. She mulled it over, trying to decide what to do. She knew that obviously this was going to do something involving pregnancy, the dream was probably foretelling that, like some sort of message that they gave her. She wanted to know what it would do to her, she only received three words in answer.
Quick, Wonderful, Fulfilling.
She tried to ask them more questions about it, but it was like they had no words for it. The very idea of pregnancy seemed incapable in their own minds, like it was something only she could do. She just looked at that tiny star resting in the palm of her hand, what did it need of her. Then, in the back of her head, she heard the weakest quietest chime yet.
Grow, Life, Both, Give, Need.
THen she realzied, it wasn't just that they wanted her to do this, it was that they needed her to do this. The stars themselves needed her to help them create another generation of them. That changed a few things to her. She wasn't quite sure if she understood it, but if all she had to do was grow this little guy in her for a while, help them out a bit, and if it was quick while feeling rather nice...
“I don't see the harm in givin' it a try.” All the stars seemed to chime off at once, a chorus that was both musical and absurdly loud. “Alright alright, just... what do I gotta do?”
The little star leaped from her hand and danced on top of her coat near her belly. She was almost sure of what it wanted, and slowly rolled up her coat until her smooth stomach was bare to it. The star traveled along her exposed surface, sending a warm tingle across her skin wherever it went, then it paused before her belly button. Without warning it dived inside, and she could only coo with slight satisfaction as it sent a sensation deep down into her gut as it buried itself farther into her. Applejack's mind felt rather hazy, as the stars slowly became farther away, and the smell of a forest teased her senses.
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She just rested there for a time, on the leaf, letting the warmth in her belly slowly reach out into her extremities. As her mind continued to have that lovely fog relaxing her so gently. She just kept breathing, feeling the muscles in her belly rise and fall, a soft gentle sensation giving her such a wonderful tingle across her midriff. Slowly she felt her breaths getting shorter, and a bit sharper. Almost like she couldn't breathe.
Applejack sat up, finding it helped her a bit, and the next thing she knew she had a great desire to stand. That helped moreso, but the sensation kept growing in her, the slight breathlessness mixing with an ache. She started walking, not quickly just enough to catch herself next to a tree as a shudder across her body made her weak for a moment. She just had to catch her breath, why in the world was it so hard to catch her breath. She leaned upon a nearby tree, and looked down, a strange feeling in her chest. She wasn't sure, but her breasts looked a little... off to her.
Suddenly she was able to take a deep filling breath, and before her eyes she watched her already impressive rack ballooned slightly. Had she just hallucinated that? As her chest rose and fall she could feel their weight, and their heavier press against her chest, as her nipples began slightly showing even under the coat. Before she had a moment to think another sensation sprouted in her gut. She felt her heart thumping down deep in her belly, slowly growing something inside her. She leaned heavily against the tree as she felt it swell, her midriff teased against the feeling of her soft overcoat.
When her heart finally began to slow, and she felt her breath return she looked upon herself. Indeed her cleavage was a bit more than it had been, but what truly caught her eye was her belly. It had swollen to the point that she may have very well just eaten more than a large meal. She brought her hands to its surface, gingerly placing them beneath the coat and upon her skin, then began to stroke.
“Ooh, nelly that’s good.”
She wasn't even that big yet and already her paunch was beyond sensitive to her touch. Simply rubbing her soft hands across its surface brought all kinds of fluttering sensations to the surface as her insides churned. She simply continued to stroke herself, feeling her toned stomach bulge with life, it was something that just felt right. A gargle then emanated from her gut and it occurred then to Applejack that she was hungry, very much so. Considering that she was going to need to eat for more than just herself, she was understandably concerned.
“Umm,” she spoke aloud, “is there any grub around here?”
She jumped back when a vine landed on her head. When she regained her senses she looked at it. It simply seemed to be a vine, one that grew from some fruit hidden up in the tree, a strange aroma emanated from the vine's tip as some kind of sap dripped from the end of it. She took it in her hands and brought the tip to her lips, with a curious lick she got a taste. It was sweet with a hint of... apples? Yet there was something else to it, something filling, something that made her wish to eat more of it.
Without a second thought she wrapped her lips around it and began to suck upon the vine. The delicious apple ambrosia washed over her tongue, her taste buds alight with all manner of delight, as the thick syrupy food went into her gut. She was teasing the vine in her mouth, not entirely sure why, but every once in a while she could feel it pump the delicious concoction into her. Forcing even more of that wonderful sap into her empty gullet, so much so that she could feel her stomach swelling with every long drag on the thing. Without warning she felt it squirt one last immense load into her mouth, so much so that she felt it push her gut to a somewhat uncomfortable size. She coughed and sputtered as she managed to swallow it all somehow, and let the vine go, its contents apparently drained.
Her gut was rather large now, however it sloshed a bit from the contents. The uncomfortable fullness disappeared quickly though, and every once in a while she would hear it gurgle again, and feel a bit more of it melt away. She could only watch in mild wonder as her gut churned and shrank with every gurgle of the sap being processed by her body, she tried to understand what it meant. She would soon find out.
She had to fall back into the tree to support herself as the first contraction struck, and without warning her womb grew again. This time an untold number of vibrations rocked the surface as it rumbled immensely. She simply just kept breathing as she stood with her back against the tree, feeling the lovely sensation of her womb growing as tiny hooves kicked and moved in such a way that she could only shudder from the sensation.
It was expanding so fast now, far more than just one inside her. She grunted as they all kicked in unison, her womb exploding in size immensely, as her coat began having trouble holding her girth back. The buttons were strained as the string fought to stay together, an orange orb pushing its way out underneath. Applejack arched her back with her belly's growth, trying to push it out of her coat. A little more, all she needed was a little more. She could feel her foals kicking and pushing, growing all the while as her stubborn coat wouldn't give any ground.
Something was a miss though, down in her navel. It was a tickle, that was slowly growing into a pressure. Becoming greater with every contraction as her womb grew just a little more. She was thrusting her gut outward with every grunt she made from her contractions, each time the pressure in her navel would send fluttering sensations across her womb. With one last grunt she gave a forceful push that she did not stop, the pressure increasing endlessly as something in her navel began to move, the entire womb swelling alongside it. Other parts of her body could feel the growth as well, her breasts ached to be free, as she could feel the stitching in her pants strain as her plot pressed against them.
Then all at one in an immense release she cried out in a moan as her coat ripped itself apart, her navel audibly popping as her once flat crest grew a small mountain atop it; a smooth line marking her pregnancy from top to bottom breaking only at her navel.
Applejack could only take in the sight slowly as she continued to recover from her hot and labored breathing, the experience leaving her rather flustered still. She could see her gut now, burgeoning before her with life that would occasionally bump its surface, as her breasts pushed at the limit of her pajama's top portion; the nipples especially thicker from the experience. All the while she was running a hand upon her flank, feeling the added meat onto her thighs, the already immense hips had become the greatest example of foal-bearing legs she had ever seen. It was no small wonder how her pajamas had stayed together.
It was all just so... wonderful to her. She felt so complete with the foals moving inside her, as she ached to give them the milk she knew was waiting for them, as her hips gave her the strength to bear their weight. She could only softly stroke her belly, feeling the warmth and movement of the life within, and sigh softly. This was turning out to be a rather enjoyable experience.
For a time she just stood there, leaning against the tree, stroking her womb. Though time would have it that she felt rather tired, even as her womb continued to move and churn. She wondered what she was supposed to do in order to sleep, or if she was supposed to. After a quick yawn she found out.
Another leaf whisked her off her feet, albeit with far more care this time, and she was cradled in such a way that she was able to rest while not feeling the weight of her womb upon her body so that she might breathe easier. So there she lay, softly stroking her womb, eyes growing heavy, as a second leaf began to drape itself over her to act as her blanket. Her breathing slowly grew shallow, as a soft smile dawned on her face. All the while her womb would move and bump as the life within was healthy and happy.
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Applejack squirmed a bit, she felt fine, but there was something off. As sleep finally began to leave her she took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh air of the grove, until her belly felt slightly constricted by an outside force. She opened her eyes in a state of alarm, but what she saw only made her confused. Her womb was surrounded by a wooden bulb of some sort, like a seed made of bark. It definitely hadn't grown from her, she could still feel her belly inside of it, the thing almost seemed to have been placed there as a sort of protection. Unless it had some other motive.
It wasn't very cumbersome at least, and after the initial panic left her she really didn't mind it. All it really did was act like a blanket for her womb, allowing the warmth to spread through her body. She then felt rather peckish, a greedy grumble arising from her belly. Applejack had no need to ask, as she found herself laying beneath the shade of a tree, and a vine not far from her already.
She wasted little time in beginning to drain the fruit, this one pumping harder and faster than her first meal. She welcomed every strong push of ambrosia, lovingly suckling at the thing every time it surged a particularly large batch into her gut. Slowly she could feel her gut expanding, already pushing against the limits of the bulb that surrounded it, straining the seed as she just continued to fill herself. As she continued to engorge herself she could feel her gut rubbing against the inside of the bulb, an oil seeping into her skin as she couldn't help but grind her gut against it, feeling the lotion igniting a tingle through her body. One last great surge of that delicious thick sap punched her gut just a bit higher, forcing it into the bulb's strained limits, and she heard something crack.
With the vine cast away she was able to see what happened, upon the crest of the bulb there was an obvious crack, it seemed that her belly button had managed to puncture the thing that covered her belly. There was still some debris on top of it, and she brushed them aside. Doing so caused her hand to slide across the smooth nub, and she could only coo as the feeling of her soft hand gliding across it sent a tingle across her entire womb, making it churn and move inside the bulb. She touched it again, the outward navel no larger than the palm of her hand, and once more that wonderful sensation contorted her insides as fluttering sensations shuddered through her body.
Applejack let herself go and began heedlessly stroking her navel, pushing the nub into her palm, the oil from the bulb had left it so soft and smooth. That feeling only grew stronger as she continued, her stomach gurgling in approval as she continued to please herself. Without warning she felt her womb swell, ignoring the sound of the bulb straining to contain her all while continuing to touch her navel. In no small sense of awe she felt her navel grow in her grasp, slowly filling out into her fist as it pushed her fingers apart, the soft flab of the nub squishing in the space between her digits.
She sat there in wonder for only a moment, before she returned to stroking the fleshy bump in her hand. It was such an intense sensation, she never wished it to end. Every supple stroke gave way to an amazing pressure that built down in her womb, growing ever stronger as the sensations never ceased to fire across her skin. She was practically pushing it into her hand, her heart throbbing strong enough to send waves of warmth through it. Her womb fluttered stronger and harder with every stroke of her navel, greater and greater sensations constantly battering her body as she let herself go completely.
She grunted as a contraction foretold a surge of growth, her belly pushing hard into the bulb as cracks began to form on its surface. All the while her belly button continued to swell larger as well, escaping the grasp of her hand as it became larger than most fruit. She could only breathe hotly from the release, watching the mass move about as the bulb was barely able to hold her, but her eyes were upon her navel. So large now, blushed and flustered with warmth, and still oh so wonderful to touch. She placed her other palm upon it, the navel large enough that not even two hands could cup it completely, and began to stroke herself again.
She could only throw her head back and moan as the sensations returned, their strength aided by her navel's new-found size. For every squeeze, every soft stroke, was so intense to her now as she used both her hands to coax herself onward. It seemed endless as she kept pushing upon it, groping it, doing whatever she pleased to it as the sensations left her shuddering for more. A pressure began to build in her stomach, churning with the forces that she stoked inside herself, her belly groaning as the bulb creaked from it slowly building.
The first throb left her insatiable, the surprise of it making her grab dearly onto her navel, spiking pressure into her womb. The second one pushed at the bulb, the cracks becoming greater, as Applejack held onto the sides of the leaf as the sensations overwhelmed her. A third surge caused her to instinctively thrust her gut into it, contractions contorting the mass that was trying to burst forth from her midriff. She continued to grunt and thrust, pushing alongside her contractions as the bulb's cracks slowly grew larger, giving the womb more space to grow.
They continued as each one sent shivers across her body, goosebumps that left a tingle throughout her flesh. She could feel her breasts swelling with milk, flanks bulging large enough to cause the stitches in her pants to pop in protest. She just kept pushing, her stomach churning and groaning. She wanted room, she wanted to grow, she needed to grow. The bulb was barely holding itself together, parts of her immense gut poking out between the fissures in its surface. She pushed one last time, with all her might, and as she held herself forward the pressure spiked immensely. The bulb shattered as her gut swelled beyond reckoning before her, stitches in her pants breaking as her hips grew in tandem, while her top burst open to allow her suffocated breasts room to breath. All the while her navel was becoming truly immense, far larger than she could ever hope to encompass alone.
So there she lay, just idly breathing, as it all washed over her. She almost couldn't believe how large she had gotten, not just her womb but everything else as well. Her hips may as well been able to decimate an unsuspecting tree with a forceful enough bump, and her breasts... well she had no worries about feeding the multitude of hooves that gently teased her still sensitive womb. She stroked herself a bit, letting the warmth of her body just blossom through her, occasionally picking off parts of the bulb that had not scattered from her rather explosive conclusion.
The water filled grotto occurred to her as she inspected how rather unkempt she was, and the leaf she was still resting upon moved her to it. Before she was gently placed inside its reaches she tossed aside her absolutely destroyed clothing, no sense in wearing what was left of their tattered remains as she went in free as the range. The warmth of the water coaxed out every ache and pain she may have possibly accumulated in her stay, as she simply laid back and enjoyed herself. Her body was still in the afterglow of what had happened, and she could feel the blush swimming through her navel, as well as somewhere else. Unable to reach her navel and without any witnesses around she took a nipple in each hand, each one much larger than they had ever been before, then began gently messaged them. Each one ached to be milked, and the feeling of her hands slowly pressing harder into the firm masses only made her groan longingly for such a thing. Without warning she felt them both spurt, and breast milk trickled down the sides of her island of a womb and into the water.
Applejack stopped herself before she ended up emptying herself for no good reason, chuckling at how many times she was inevitably going to do that to herself. She really didn't mind what had become of her, this place was wonderful, and everything here only left her feeling better then she had a moment ago.
“In fact,” she said aloud as she let herself sink a little lower into the warm waters, “I think this is the first real vacation I ever had.”
The only thing missing was her hat to pull over her eyes, as she slowly let herself drift off into a lovely nap, her womb rocking and bouncing with life all the while. Applejack was truly happy, for once in a very long time.
End Part 1
The Embodiment
Part 2
Rainbow Dash
Rainbow Dash flew through the sky, wind whipping through her multi-colored mane as her tail trailed in a similar manner. She had gone along her allotted path as Twilight had told her, asking everypony she saw about what they knew about their missing friend. Yet no one had seen or heard from her since last night, and with the sun almost setting the time since anyone had seen Applejack would soon be more than just a day. Sweet Apple Acres was already in sight, and all she could hope was that one of the other girls had better news.
As she got closer Dash noticed one of her friends was on the property already, Fluttershy it seemed to be, standing around in one of her sweaters; Dash swore she had way too many of those. Considering her speed she managed to land rather softly on her hooves, and with a crack of her back any soreness she had in her wings washed away. With a free hand she brushed away the mane that draped over her muzzle before speaking.
“Hey Fluttershy, you find anything?” She didn't answer, only twiddling her thumbs as she stared at the Apple Family barn. “Hey... Fluttershy?”
She placed a hand on her friend's shoulder, only to bring about a terrified shriek as Fluttershy spun around and smacked the blueish terror away. When she realized whats he had done she cupped her hands over her face and blushed.
“Rainbow Dash...” She felt so embarrassed, “I'm sorry I didn't mean to-”
“Ah, its alright.” She said past some slight pain, idly rubbing her sore cheek, “You hit like a girl anyway.”
“Oh, um, right, but, uh.” She stopped herself and got her thoughts together, “My animals haven’t seen head or tail of her either.”
“Ugh, great.”
With a hand on her hip she cast a glance toward the barn, letting her mind wander. They didn't really have any real reason to believe Applejack was missing, it had only been a day, and it wasn't like the five of them were her keeper or anything. But they had never seen her fail to tend to her fields, and in all their years together none of them had ever seen Applejack go anywhere without her hat, which still sat inside the barn on a hook near the door. A door which Rainbow Dash realized stood wide open.
“Fluttershy,” She gave Dash her attention, “Did anyone else come back yet?”
“No, why?”
“Because someone left the door open.”
Dash wasted little time rushing toward the door, Fluttershy following at a distance only after she managed to muster no small bit of courage on her part, and they both carefully crept into the barn. They looked around and nothing seemed to be disturbed, that is until Dash looked over to where Applejack's hat was supposed to be. All that she saw was an empty hook. It was risky, but an idea sparked into her head and she didn't stop herself.
Dash clearly shouted, “Hey AJ, you here!?” She didn't have to listen very hard for the barn to reveal the possible intruder to her, as ancient floorboards began to squeak and squawk in protest to hasty movements. They seemed to be coming from the stairway not far away, whoever was there not quite to the top of them yet. In a blur of movement Dash had managed to fly through the barn and to the top of the stairs in far less then ten seconds. What she saw at the top left her speechless.
A few feet from her stood one of the most toned plots she had ever seen, hidden only by a tail, and as her eyes went up the body began to turn toward her. Fingers covered any marehood she may see, a flattened smooth stomach running the distance between the lowlands and the highlands, but an arm wrapped around a pair of breasts that would give even Fluttershy a run for her money. Rainbow's eyes just stood locked on those wondrous knockers. The orange body looked so smooth, so warm to the touch, as the heat radiating from her only made her hormones rage harder through her madly throbbing heart. A voice seemed to shout at her from across a great distance, one which seemed slightly angry and without patience, as a fist suddenly landed against her jaw and the world went dark.
()()()()()
Twilight was beside Rainbow, double checking that her spell was taking effect. The poor mare was still out cold, and the spell would undo any minor damage she may have taken when Applejack had socked her out cold. Yet even in that blunt force induced nap she still wore a half smile like she had almost seen the promised land.
“-then I followed Dash and when I got to the top of the stairs she was out cold on the landing right in front of me”
Twilight was only half-listening to Fluttershy's story, more concerned with the bit about why AJ had hit Dash in the first place, which neither of them knew at the moment. Rarity was the only one who wasn't busy looking after Dash, she was down the hall knocking on her bedroom door, trying to coax an answer out of their friend. Twilight could only mull over a list of reasons why this may have happened, and how she didn't foresee the need to have at least one of them stay behind in case Applejack returned.
“Excuse me, Twilight.” She recognized the regal tone of Rarity, “She's asking to see you... only you.”
Twilight looked at her friends, who in turn looked at her. She felt there was no choice as she got up off the floor and walked down the hall, alone, and knocked on AJ's door.
From the other side a voice shouted, “That you Twilight?”
“Yeah, what's the matter? Why did you hit Rainbow Dash?”
“Look, it's complicated. Would you come inside for a minute, I don't wanna be shouting this out loud for everypony to hear.”
Twilight looked back to her assembled friends for a moment, and then went inside as she was ordered. The room was well lit thanks to a light in the room, and the sight it revealed left Twilight slightly confused. Clothing littered the space, mostly undergarments, but that mattered little as she spotted Applejack sitting on her bed in one of her outfits. Twilight simply waited for her to do something, as she stared out the window longingly.
“Is, um... is everything okay?”
“More or less, yeah.”
Twilight just sighed, she was all for awkwardly exchanging sentences all night but a few things had to be answered. “So why did you want to talk to only me?”
“Because even though I care about 'em Rarity is a gossip, Fluttershy wouldn't say a word, Pinkie would probably do something weird, and Dash would just oggle me again.”
“Wait, I know Dash has always been... a little on that side of the fence, but why would she-”
“Cause I was naked.”
Twilight felt herself blush, “Wuh-why were you naked?”
“Cause I outgrew my clothes.”
“Wait a minute what? I think we've started at the wrong point.”
“Twilight, if I might... how long have I been gone?”
Twilight immediately went from being a little peeved to concerned. “About a day... Applejack what happened?”
“Really, a day? Sure felt like a lot longer then that while I was there.”
Twilight would've been far more worried, but it looked like Applejack was smiling. “Where was 'there'?”
“I don't really know where I was.” She got up off the bed and stood before the window, looking out upon the east field. “But I do know that place was special, magic, and while I was in that grove...” She idly stroked a hand across her stomach, “Everything just felt right.”
“Wait, a grove?” Twilight's brain was beginning to catch up with her story, “Does this have anything to do with that book you took from the library?”
“Well, yeah it practically has everything to do with that.” She gestured to her dresser, “Right there if you want it.”
Twilight whisked it up and began flying through the pages, “You said something about stars, if I remember those represent destiny, and if the new star I saw last night is any indication then that leaves one other question. In the dream were you-”
“Pregnant?” Applejack could hear the tone in Twilight's voice, it was her excited tone she only used when she was on the verge of some satisfying discovery. “Then I take it you know what this is about.”
“Well... I need to run a few tests to be sure, do some research as well, but if its what I think it is then you have nothing to worry about. At least I think you don't.”
“I don't know Twilight, after what I went through, if there were problems then I think I would know by now.” She chuckled as she remembered how big she had gotten, how grand she had become.
“No, not you, I mean us. Well not really, you are not the danger, because you wouldn't hurt us.” Twilight realized she was rambling and slowed herself down for a second. “What I mean to say, is that if you are what I think you are, you could end up making another mare... well...”
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“Oh come on Twilight that's impossible.” Rainbow Dash said aloud after hearing her explanation.
“Look, I know its far fetched but the records are here, my research backs up my assertions.”
The group had assembled around the Apple Family's dining room, Applejack the only one not present. She was busying herself in the kitchen, helping Pinkie prepare the 'welcome back' cake, even with such an important task the pink mare had a free moment and was with them for the time being.
“I don't get it Twilight, how does a star make Applejack a stallion?”
“No, you guys weren't listening again.”
Dash spoke up, “No, we were and you were just using big words no one here understands. Not everyone here is a magical unicorn prodigy ya know.”
She could only groan, “Fine, once more.” She opened one of the large tomes she had brought back on her return trip from the library. “Every once in a long while the stars pick a mare to carry one of them inside her, this bestows upon that mare certain gifts for their future needs, gifts which she can use to help others become 'like' she is. In other words, Applejack can get us pregnant.”
Fluttershy spoke up, looking rather nervous, “H-how exactly?”
Twilight could only twiddle her fingers in response, “Well, I don't know. The accounts date back centuries, there hasn't been one like Applejack in a long time.”
Rarity was the first to ask, “Then what is she?”
“Well, she's not a goddess, but its still rather divine. It's almost like she's half one, a demigoddess... thing.” She then read from the tome word from word, “One from the herd shall be chosen, the mare's womb ready and unbroken. Avatar of life, ender of all strife. For in their name the stars shall cheer, for the birth of another is near.”
Rainbow Dash could only roll her eyes, this entire conversation was nonsense, especially the shaky rhyme. “I don't know, I still don't see how she can do that.”
“If its done with magic then it might be true. Life magic is some of the strongest there is, and if Applejack doesn't know how to control it then...” She tried to think of a way to explain it. “Imagine if you never sneezed before, and then one day your nose started getting itchy. You'd have no idea what it meant, and then when you finally sneezed you'd end up getting germs everywhere because you didn't know to cover your mouth or cough into your sleeve.”
The potential power that Applejack now wielded seem to begun to be understood by the group, especially a certain shy pegasus, but the other pegasus in the room still just shook her head; not believing a word Twilight said.
A voice then shouted out from the kitchen, “Hey, any ah y’all want some eggs”
Fluttershy yelled hysterically, “No thank you I have plenty!” Everyone began staring at her sudden outburst, to which she slowly shrank away and whispered. “I mean... I'm not very hungry.”
The group stayed for dinner, despite the danger so that they might see a friend they thought lost, and as night began to set in they said their farewells. Except for one certain pegasus, who took to the sky when no one was left, heading toward one particular window.
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Applejack just sat on her bed, still thinking about what the day had brought, of how much she was starting to miss the simplicity of the grove. All the while she just looked at her collection of pajamas, if one could call it that, for she had managed to destroy her favorite pair. The only thing left was a rather frilly red number that Rarity had created, why it had a wrench on it she couldn't understand. Her thoughts continued until she saw a slight hint of blue outside her window, when she concentrated on it the spec of color ducked out of sight suddenly, she could only roll her eyes in response.
“Dash, I ain't gonna get naked with the window wide open!”
“Who is dis Dosh you speak of? I am-”
“Dash, that accent is terrible and you should feel terrible. Now come out and talk to me plainly before I have to knock you out cold again.”
For a time there was silence, and then her friend showed herself. With a quick gesture Applejack motioned her to come in and stop hovering outside her window.
Rainbow was the first one to break the silence, “Hey.”
Applejack waited for a moment, but when nothing else came out she spoke up. “Is that it?”
“Okay, fine. I'm sorry for eyeballing you.”
“And?”
She rolled her eyes, “and for trying to get a second peek.”
“Alright then.” Applejack crossed her arms and said what she felt she needed to say. “I guess I'm sorry for knocking you out cold, just meant to get your attention was all.”
“Yeah well, after you were gone so long I kinda forgot how beautiful you are-” She slapped a hand over her mouth, “I mean. Uh...”
“That's mighty kind of you to say Dash, but,” She cleared her throat to hide a blush, “My barn door don't swing that way.”
Rainbow Dash already felt rather stupid for saying that out loud, but she had an urge to keep going, to try. “What about three days ago?”
Applejack's face felt hot, “I... I don't know what you're talking about.”
“Yes you do.” Dash got close to Applejack, very close, “Don't you remember?”
She locked her lips with AJ's, and wrapped her arms around her waist. For a while she was the only one participating, yet Applejack did nothing to stop her. Then without warning she felt a hand run up her back, her wings popped open and free, while Applejack began going full tilt into the kiss. They practically began grinding against each other as Rainbow began snaking her hands up Applejack's shirt to caress those immense tits that hung from her chest. All the while Applejack mashed her stomach against Dash's, feeling the warmth of the kiss and their bodies pulsing together. For a time it seemed like they might go all the way, the bed open and ready for them, but Applejack suddenly pulled herself out of the kiss.
Rainbow could only stare at her, confused.
“Dash, you're a good friend but-”
Everything past that fell silent to Dash, for she knew what that word foretold. But for the first time, in all the times she heard it, the word 'friend' hurt. Slowly, but surely, the world seemed to catch up to her pain.
“-I'm an Apple mare. Apple mares always become Apple moms... and I can't be one with you.” She slowly let go and took a step away, “I'm sorry.”
“Right.” Dash had to look away, clenching her fists, looking toward the sky to hope that gravity could help hold her emotions back. “Guess you just had too much hard cider or something... right?”
“Yeah, I guess.”
Dash knew there was no hard cider there that night, she would've had some, but she cared too much about Applejack to outright yell at her. “I should go, its getting late.”
“Yeah.”
She stood there for a second, just hoping against her own stupidity that AJ might grab her, say something, anything. But eventually she just left, flying out the window without another word.
Applejack watched her leave, a streak in the night, and pinched the space between her eyes. “Dammit girl, what is wrong with you.” She said to herself, trying to quiet emotions that had been reawakened by that wonderful embrace.
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Dash just squirmed in her bed. She had been trying to go to sleep for a while now, but something was amiss and she couldn't put her finger on it. Was she still flustered by the idea of her and Applejack doing unspeakable things to each other? Perhaps, but as she tossed and turned in her sheets it wasn't such thoughts that perturbed her. In the end it was a loud growl from her gut that finally made her realize what was wrong. She grumbled then got up, putting on a pair of jeans quickly before she left her room, the only other garments on her person an overly large shirt and some underwear. Except a bra, she never wore a bra to bed, her rather unimpressive size leading her to only wear one on cold days when she might... draw attention to herself.
When Dash got to her kitchen she opened her fridge and started to peruse what she had. There was plenty given that she had recently been paid and stocked it to capacity, but she felt oddly picky about what she wanted. Under normal circumstances she would of just eaten a few granola bars with some milk to wash them down and called it good, but this hunger she felt was being rather specific with her. She just started grabbing things as they looked appealing to her, and before she knew it her arms were full of all sorts of delectable goodies.
They were placed on the table, yet the small feast she had set before her didn't feel like it would be enough. She turned to her cupboards, each also filled with many kinds of treats, and began emptying them as she saw fit. When she finally finished pillaging her stockpiles of food she had more food locked in her grasp than she did when she raided her fridge. With no small feat of balance she managed to make her way back to the table without dropping a thing.
As she combined the supplies upon her table she couldn't help but stop and question herself, how in the world was she going to eat all this? Without warning she felt a pang of hunger in her gut, one so strong she couldn't help but bend over slightly as it painfully made itself known to her. She didn't feel hungry, or even starving, it was like there was a bottomless pit opening up inside her body and she had to fill it.
Without another word to herself she began fulfilling that hunger, that need. Bags of snacks were ripped open, their contents poured down her throat. As an assortment of heavily filled sandwiches were made and devoured in rapid succession. Only stopping to get a swig from one carton of liquid after another. Soon enough she could feel a weight building up in her gut, slowly pushing it outward, as drink and food sloshed together inside her swelling stomach. Slowly but surely she could feel a fullness approaching, and before the stockpile of food set before her was even halfway done she found herself stopping.
She let herself fall back into a waiting chair, a sloppy belch signaling her satisfying fullness. “Holy cow.” She said to herself, for she hadn't allowed herself to binge quite that hard since the time the Apple Family gave out free cider and fritters after Applebloom finally got her mark. She just lifted her shirt partway and grabbed her overstuffed gut, just feeling the contents slosh around with barely any room left inside. The combined weight of five different sandwiches, assorted snacks, and three different cartons of drink were packed in there; and she was surely satisfied.
As she let her shirt fall back over her gut something became apparent to her, two small wet spots on her shirt's breast. They were definitely not from the feast earlier, the spots' exact positions hinted at something else. She gingerly pressed her fingertips on top of them, and she shuddered as a sensation fired through her body, her shirt feeling slightly more damp then it had been a moment ago. Something was up, and she had to know what.
As she got up from the chair she unconsciously grabbed another powdered doughnut and started scarfing it without remorse while she made her way to the bathroom. With the last of the doughnut somehow shoved inside her stomach with the rest of her heavy meal she cast off her shirt without a second thought. She left it just outside the door as she stood in front of the mirror over her sink, for a time she just stared at them, ignoring the slight muffin top that slouched over her pants.
Dash kept turned from side to side to try and look at her profile, she had never particularly had a noticeable rack, on more than one occasion she was mistaken for an effeminate stallion. Yet now as she looked at them they seemed... slightly bigger, maybe. Or she was just toying with herself, she had her own fantasies, as well as a few pictures she enjoyed visualizing. Without thinking about it she grazed them again, and she inhaled sharply from the sensations of them being touched. She had never known them to be that sensitive, or for it to turn her on so well. She slowly gained a sly smile as she looked at herself in the mirror, cupping each one in a hand.
She closed her eyes and started rubbing her rather unimpressive nipples. The power of the feeling let a quiet moan slip through her throat as she imagined all kinds of dirty implications as to why she was so flustered. While her mind wandered her body could only shudder as the sensation built, a strange need flowing through her as something like a pressure built up in her chest. Slowly but surely she pressed harder into her breasts, coaxing the tips to greater sensations as she felt them furtively leak slightly. Dash lost herself to it and started messaging them outright, moving them about as a pressure slowly seemed to push them tighter against her palms. With every leak they felt a little harder and a little bigger, her mind a whirlwind of passion as she tried so hard to make them do more than just occasionally drip.
Without warning they squirted a load into her hands, and she felt them fill out into her palms. She could feel them shudder again and again, as they grew and grew. She shot her eyes open and witnessed them squishing into her hands, slowly opening her fists wider as they continued to grow and expand. Dash could barely hold herself in check, as her nipples began to catch up to her new size, growing larger and harder with every throb that rocked her breast into a greater size. Suddenly she felt a great pressure inside her breasts, and the sensation caused her to grunt as her knockers suddenly lurched larger as two ample streams of breast-milk fired out of her nipples and coated her mirror in a sheen of healthy nutrients.
Her body could only shudder after such a wholesome release, and she leaned upon her sink as she allowed her new perky friends to fall where they may. She looked back at the mirror, the milk already draining away so that she could see herself again, and she liked what she saw. Dash stood up straight again, ignoring the rumble in her gut, and took up one of her hooters in each hand. She almost couldn't believe it, she had gone from almost nonexistent to giving Fluttershy a run for her money, and probably then some. Sure they may have been a teensy bit oversized for her, but she couldn't stop herself from imagining what she'd do to any other mare if she could get her face within a few inches of such sized fun-bags. Then there were her nipples, those lovely surfaces that were so smooth to the touch with a lovely hard nub at the center, she bit her lip as she tested them and found they were still fully capable of making her body surrender at the slightest touch. Dash wasn't entirely sure how she got them, but she was completely okay with keeping them if this was permanent.
Another rumble shook her gut, this time hard enough to get Dash's attention. She let go of her full grown bosom and let it flop against her chest, a rather welcome sensation, and placed her hands over her gut. She tried to figure out what had it so upset, and why the feeling that was spreading out from that one point was starting to feel so good. Suddenly something inside her started to grow, moving her insides around as it started to take up more room, her hands getting pushed outward as her gut swelled and churned from the movements inside her. The sensations were getting so strong she had to take a seat on the toilet as her belly continued to swell.
She couldn't stop herself from running her hands all over her smooth belly, years of training had left it toned and now it just ballooned under her touch as something inside continued to move and wiggle in such a way that her body would flutter in response. She just continued to watch as her belly grew, her breathing a constant welcome reminder of how quickly it was expanding as every exhale ended a little farther out from her body. Dash was slightly concerned, worried even, but she couldn't help but coax it on under her breath as the womb would shudder and bulge in small bursts.
Each moment of this left her skin alive to every touch and stroke she gave herself. She soon found one spot in particular she enjoyed messaging, a line that ran across the widest point of her growing womb. It was slowly becoming more prominent as her stomach swelled larger, and the feeling of a single finger running along it left a tingle across the entire girth, one that ran into a single point she couldn't quite place. Not until she followed the line to its conclusion, and accidentally let her finger fall into the growing cavern at her belly's crest.
The feeling of her finger entering alone was enough to steal her breath away, but when she hit its deepest depths and her tip pressed into a soft mass she couldn't help but moan as the pressure in her womb spiked to a higher degree. She continued to press her sole fingertip into that soft mass in her belly button, ignoring her womb as it began to swell even quicker than before. The only interest in her mind was feeling her finger twist and touch that soft mass, which in itself was beginning to push back, trying to force itself past her finger.
Dash just kept at it, slowly inserting more of her finger as she drove the mass deeper, the pressure in her womb growing the farther she went. The sensation in the navel sending butterflies across her stomach, as warmth spread through her body from how much she was enjoying herself. Then suddenly the mass thrust against her finger, her womb bulging out farther than it ever had before. She pushed back, driving it back down, feeling her belly well up with pressure again as she denied herself release. She felt her gut throb immensely again, and the mass pushed at her finger again, so soft and flabby it practically absorbed her finger as she fought to hold it in. She held her finger in place, feeling the mass' connection deep in her body as she wiggled it about to release sensations into her growing girth, all this to just postpone the inevitable and feel this wonderful sensation time and again.
Her womb was disturbed by another contraction as it swelled larger, and this time Dash couldn't hold it back. Her finger popped out of place as the nub was almost free, just on the verge of freedom as it tickled her senses endlessly from its pursuit out of her navel. She couldn't stop herself from placing both hands on her gut, pulling against her movements as she thrust herself forward trying to force the nub out. Again she could feel the pressure punch through her womb as she grunted out another thrust, her skin hot and flushed from her throbbing heart. She continued to do so, again and again, each time her stomach would swell just a bit more. Without warning her womb was rocked by the largest contraction yet, and she bent her whole body into a final thrust, grunting as she held her breath while the throbs slowly arced across her girth and into her navel as it refused to advance.
She could feel the strain of it in her body as her paints felt exceedingly tight against her hips, while her breasts ached with pressure anew. Then she cried out as her womb experienced a sudden and final spurt of growth, filling out to the sides and punching itself forward as she felt her navel finally pop out of place.
The entirety of it left her panting, and wonderfully satisfied. Her breasts had leaked slightly from the power of the release, and she could swear she felt her pants lose a few stitches, but all she could care was how good it felt as something inside her had fully grown and began wiggling about; sending shivers across her womb as it encompassed the entirety of her grasp for the moment.
The heat of the moment eventually left her, and her senses returned. She slowly realized what was moving inside her, as she felt a foal kicking against her hands as they held onto the mass that had grown from her waist.
“Whoa... Whoa-Whoa.”
Sure she liked her new breasts, but this was a little much. She never even wanted to be pregnant, the idea of it was just so off-putting to her. Yet as she felt it moving inside her she couldn't help but feel some ancient part of her feel satisfied, like this was something every mare would want. She slowly stroked her womb, feeling its warmth, the sensation of the newly grown foal within her tickling her insides as it sometimes kicked hard enough to rock it slightly. She pressed a hand against her forehead as she just tried to think, think past everything that just happened.
It was obvious that Twilight's warning was true, she probably shouldn't of made out with Applejack when she had no idea how to control some odd power she apparently now had. But what was she supposed to do about it, she had a kid inside her now, she couldn't just be away with it. That just felt wrong to her anyhow. Besides, Twilight never told them what to do if Applejack got them pregnant anyway, there was no Plan B from the supposed genius. She just sat there for a time trying to figure it all out, at least until a grumble emanated from her gut, and she suddenly felt a bit peckish.
Dash could only sigh at her predicament, “Whatever, I can't think when I'm hungry anyway.”
She wondered if she was supposed to say 'when we're hungry', but dismissed the thought as overcomplicated. Besides she just had to get out of here, the bathroom was starting to feel... cramped. Much like her pants, but they still fit rather well, although she could swear they weren't this tight before. Again she dismissed the thought, grabbing that overtly large shirt she had warn on the way out. The size of it only barely able to cover up her new growth, as her newly grown tits eagerly bled through the soft fabric. Dash couldn't help but enjoy the sensation of them leaking slightly as her shirt teased them from her movements, it was going to be a long night.
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The hunger only grew worse as she walked down the hallway back to the kitchen. The slight gurgles growing into immense growls as she felt a want, a need, to fuel the growing foal within her with the smells emanating from the kitchen. The hole just kept growing and growing, she had to be rid of it. Spying the remaining pile of food made her mouth water and her stomach yawn audibly for her to consume.
She wasted little time in starting, grabbing ready made treats amongst the smorgasbord of calorie laden food before her. Shoving them inside her mouth and swallowing them without remorse. Immense mouthfuls of food were engorged within her maw, each bundle of food dropping an intense ache through her body as she felt her stomach bulge from every bite. All the while the womb would wiggle and shudder, gleeful for the added fuel, as Dash gave into herself completely.
She simply mashed foods together as their tastes seemed to mix wonderfully over her taste buds as they were engulfed with the rest. Her stomach fighting against her jeans until the button could no longer hold it back, the zipper flying wide open as the belly lurched lower as she continued to stuff herself heedless to her stomachs growing size. She began washing down each load of food with a heavy cream that tasted closer to frosting than a drink, the thickness of it only served to entice her to down the entire container as she felt it bloat her gut wider. As she belched after chugging the whole thing in one go Dash took a step back, and realize she had finished it. The entire stockpile of food she had set out for herself, gone. Even if it was a rather concerning amount of food to eat in one go, the satisfaction of that fullness in her gut was second to none.
Rainbow then had a powerful urge to just go lay down for a moment, to rest off this immense food gut she had hanging before her. Slowly but surely she managed to saunter to her bedroom as her guts contents threatened to tire her out before she could even make it halfway. Finally she found herself upon her bed, rested her back against the headboard with pillows all around her as she let her gut fall to the bed as she spread out her legs to let it do so. It was so large now that her shirt, which was already far larger than it needed to be for her, could only hide the top half of it while the rest sagged out beneath it. Meanwhile she could feel her insides churning, working away at the food as her body prepared to do... something, she wasn't sure what exactly.
Whatever was bound to happen she had decided a while back that she would just rest off this food and then see Twilight in the morning. Chances were that she had spent well over half the night reading up on Applejack's condition and might have a clue on how to... she didn't want to say undo, it felt wrong to feel that way about the foal wiggling about inside her, control was probably the better solution she hoped for. A way to control what Applejack had done to her. There was only so much room in her after all, and she didn't want Applejack accidentally getting her MORE pregnant somehow, that would just be silly. Yet, she couldn't help but remember how good she felt, how good her womb treated her, and her rack; she couldn't stop thinking about it.
Without warning she felt her gut rumble, and slowly start to swell. The feeling of her shirt pressing against her belly button as it pushed forward was nothing short of extraordinary, as her womb slowly swelled inside her, more life growing from the food the fueled her body's blossoming form. It continued to happen in small steady growths as she caressed herself lovingly, ignoring any doubt in her mind as she carefully coaxed herself onward. Just feeling each life blooming within her one after the other, the sensation of her womb pressing into the bed as it slowly inched forward sending lovely tingles across her skin.
She could only softly moan in response.
Her navel suddenly started growing, an odd sensation as a layer of soft flesh pushed it farther and harder into her shirt. Without warning her shirt gave, and rolled up farther upon her belly, barely hiding any of it now. The sensation of the navel's release left her with a delighted sigh as it continued to expand in the space before her. Some part of her wanted to feel her soft hands upon it, to rub and stroke the tender mass as it continued to throb and grow, but she was far too large to do it now. So she simply sat there as the ache grew inside her, the mass increasing on the crest of her womb while it all continued to grow. Her shirt slowly seemed to be becoming a makeshift bra as her breasts also felt lovely, liquid pumping behind nipples that stretched and pressed harder into the fabric while heavy blue flesh was grown healthily from her body. All the while she could feel her pants protesting more so then they had before, small stitches popping off as the world was teased by the size of her cutie mark that continued to grow inside the cramped space.
Even as all this lovely tender care swam through her body she couldn't help but still think of her navel. The thought of how she wanted someone there to stroke, to rub it, and maybe even lick it. She inhaled sharply as she suddenly felt someone's hand upon it, feeling the soft nub squish between their fingers as it throbbed between those wonderful digits. Dash didn't care what was happening as her womb began to grow, the world fading away to the sensations, as everything became a little tighter. One part of her believed she was no longer in her home, but she only cared about the fingers that teased and coaxed her navel as she could only groan from the power of the feelings swimming through her womb.
She grunted as a contraction hit, a punch as her belly surged forward across soft grass, her breasts leaking creamy goodness into her tight shirt as her plot almost broke free from its constraints. All the while another hand mashed itself into her navel as it grew into the grasp that continued to tease her onward. Slowly she began thrusting herself into it, the warmth of her womb bathing over everything around her, a red sheen taken to her form as her body's heat began to overwhelm her.
A tightness built up within her, one that grew despite her desire to have it release. She held onto her gut for dear life as she was practically thrusting herself into immense throbs that began to rock her womb about, as life within wiggled and grew with every pulse. The hands began pushing slightly, forcing pressure into her womb, making the tension all the greater as Dash could hardly stand it. Her breasts surged larger once more, her nipples just barely tearing the shirt open, and she couldn't stop herself from stroking their needy surfaces. She could feel herself working them up to a point of no return, but she didn't care as every inch of her form ached with need, the tightness in her womb threatening to tear her apart. A mouth then pressed itself onto her navel, the feeling of it pushing a warmth into her belly was indescribable.
Dash cried out as her womb's limit exploded before her, reaching out into every direction as her breasts broke free; spurting healthy streams of rich cream in the process. All the while her plot finally outgrew its keeper, as those foal-bearing hips all mothers desire finally grew from her body. Meanwhile her navel continued to pulse and grow, thick layers of soft flesh overlapping each other as it pushed at its bounds on its prominent point of her womb. She continued to coo as the warm throbs continued to push her larger, far past the point of reason as she realized her womb may have very well just broken her bed.
When her senses finally returned and she opened her eyes clearly for the first time in a while she couldn't believe what she saw. Beyond that of the titanic womb before herself, she was in a forest of some sort. Yet that wasn't the right word for it, the trees were too sparsely spaced, and there was too much of this strange soft grass that was above some rather cushy dirt.
“What in the hay?” She looked up and saw stars, a rather conveniently placed tree behind her that supported her back like her headboard had been. Slowly but surely she realized there was the heat of another body next to her, and when she turned to see who it was...
“Hey Dash.” Applejack said casually, “Looks like neither of us is too good at listening to Twilight's lectures.”
Dash wasn't quite sure how to act, considering that she was practically naked. “Yeah, well. I don't think anypony is.” She looked about, “Where are we?”
“I call it the grove, or my grove, not really sure where it is. But its where I was for only a day apparently.” She then bent over and whispered into her ear, “Except it felt like months, just me and this wonderful place, growing and growing just letting myself go again and again.”
Dash couldn't help but get a little excited at the idea of having this happen a few more times, but what was she getting at.
“Applejack what are-”
She stopped as Applejack began to lean in very close to her. “Maybe what happened a few days ago... maybe whats been happening to us isn't just a thing. Maybe its a bit more then that. Maybe... we're...”
Dash could only wince as Applejack began kissing her wholeheartedly, and then, ever so slowly, she joined in. A wonderful feeling spreading through her body as she let herself go, and her breath was stolen as she suddenly felt Applejack's hand on one of her nipples; squeezing it tenderly as thick cream spurted between her fingers. She never wanted to be free of her lover's embrace, she never wanted this to end, she just wanted to be here with her forever and let Applejack do whatever she wanted to her. So long as they were together, just them and their foals.
End Part Two
The Embodiment
Part 3
Rarity
Rarity stood at the precipice of absolute disaster, a long series of events that had left her unable to continue in her course of action without dire consequences. All she could do was stare in mild disbelief as her creation stood before her. How was she to correct this grievous mistake, how was she supposed to see such a catastrophe coming? How was she...
“Oh, there they are.”
She picked up her scissors that had been missing for some time, and quickly snipped away at some excess fabric she had on her latest project. Something she was making special as a gift to herself and a surprise to her friends. Yet, as she inspected it something seemed missing, something important. If only she could remember what that mare was wearing, the Saddle Arabian in that beautiful getup that was at the diplomatic event a few months ago. What was missing from this creation of hers, from that bare midriff on her mannequin, what was missing?
“A gem,” She could see it so clearly now, where it was and everything.
Rarity waltzed over to her stash of various gemstones that she had on hand, an eager smile planted on her face. Yet as she began sorting through them she couldn't help as her grin slowly faded. Each gem she touched felt far too... rough to be placed where it needed to be, and none of them seemed to be the right color. Sure a few were close but she couldn't find one that was perfect, and she wanted it to be that way.
“It seems I have no choice,” She slowly took off her horn rimmed glasses, “I'm going to have to visit... that charlatan.”
()()()()()
The bell to his front door rang clearly as someone entered his shop.
“Sorry but I'm not taking any pawns or trades today, just got cleared out by-”
When he saw who walked in, with her flowing beautiful mane alongside that confident stride, his tone changed.
“Oh, Miss Rarity, such a treat. Come in, come in.”
Even though she never came around that often he seemed eager to serve her, she may have been a self-made gem hunter, but when she was desperate enough she tended to drop quite a bit of coin his way. If he played his cards right there might just be enough coin milked out of her to buy himself that nice vacation he always wanted. Then again she was one hell of a haggler, and he had yet to win any negotiation they made with each other.
“Good evening, Rough Cut.”
“Oh please milady, Cutter if you would.”
She could only sigh indifferently, he always tried to butter her up before ripping the floor out from under her. Rarity did her best to look disinterested as she perused his various showcased items, her eyes constantly scanning while she spoke.
“Do you have any sapphires? Preferably those which have already been smoothed, I'm looking to make a rather special item and I can't settle for anything less...”
Her eyes fell upon a certain item, shown in his finest display. It was an odd looking gem, a sapphire as well, yet it was perhaps the smallest cut of one she had seen. She wasn't entirely sure, but Rarity could swear she saw it glowing. She was squeezing the straps on her purse, she wanted that gem, she needed that gem. The sound of a voice shook her from her trance, as she realized Cutter was rambling about what he had for sale.
“Of course I would only sell you the finest-”
Rarity interrupted him, “What about this one?”
He saw what she was pointing at, and began recalling his great sales pitch about it. “Ah yes, just got it in this morning. All the way from Saddle Arabia, hidden away from common eyes. I had to wrestle it from a greedy merchant who tried to tell me fanciful stories about it. You wouldn't believe what he tried to make me pay for it, heheh, I got it for a steal.”
The word's of its origin made her mind wander. She could only think of how right the gem looked, how smooth its texture must be, how soft it must feel. Rarity had to get a grip on herself, what did she mean by soft, how was a gem going to be soft? Whatever the case if the gem was authentic, as well as a sapphire, then it would make her outfit all the more real. She couldn't settle for anything else, and without another thought she opened her purse and placed a rather large bag of bits on the counter.
“Two-hundred.”
Cutter began laughing, “Oh please Miss Rarity, this is the finest cut from the wonderful oasis of Saddle Arabia, recovered from the depths of a forgotten ruin. Two hundred would barely be enough to cover the trip-” His speech was cut short as another small bag of bits was thrown onto his counter.
“Two-fifty.”
He bit his lip and nervously rubbed his palms together, “Five-hundred.”
“Three-hundred.”
He dug his nails into his palms, “Four-fifty, now I can understand-”
“Two seventy-five”
Cutter began sputtering and stammering, “What, you can't do that.”
“I can when I realize who you are Cutter.” Rarity began with her eyes cutting deep into him, “You don't travel, chances are you paid someone to get this for you. Maybe even to steal it. Now you need it gone, sold before any attention is drawn back to you. That's why you're going to give it to me for two seventy-five and not a bit more; chances are that's already more than you deserve for this fine piece of craftsmanship.”
He opened his mouth, trying to make his voice work, but he couldn't. She had him made, and he did need to get this thing sold before a customs agent or someone starting asking the wrong questions. Besides, the price she was willing to give him was already a lot more than he initially paid.
“Fine.” He quickly grabbed her offered cash before she had a second to reconsider her price.
Rarity could only smile in her victory, taking the gem within the special case it was presented within; a small box much like one which would house a ring. Without another word she left the store in a hurry, her creation was waiting and she didn't have much time to complete it. Yet as she wandered the streets on her way home she couldn't help but think of the gem, of what it looked like. With little need to provoke herself any further she took the box from her purse and opened it, finding the container empty left her confused, if only for a moment.
She realized rather quickly that there was something in the palm of her free hand, and as she pressed her hand into its surface she slowly understood what was there. This gem that she had bought was extraordinary to say the least, its surface was smooth, unlike anything she had ever felt before. Not to mention the strange... sensation that spread out across her hand as she fondled it carefully. She began to press it against her stomach, that lovely thing against her skin began working untold wonders on her body. An ache pressing down into her stomach as something tried to find its way inside her, if only she would let it go someplace deeper, if only-
Rarity quickly shook herself out of it. What was she doing? Not only was she a lady, but she was in public. She had obviously just been working too hard, and before anything stranger could happen she put the sapphire away. Doing her best to forget how smooth, soft, and warm that gemstone felt, while trying to disregard that wonderful feeling that blossomed inside her body for a split second. Knowing that grand sensation for only a moment had sent a wonderful shiver across her body. She knew it was going to be hard to forget, and that meant that today would be a long day indeed.
()()()()()
Rarity was happy with herself, and was enjoying a reasonable portion of ice cream over her victory. Not only celebrating her recent deal, but the fact that she was now in possession of an absolutely wonderful costume, prepared and ready for nightmare night. This year she wasn't going to be a no-show fool because of all the back ordered costumes she had to finish the night before. No, this year she was going to be the talk of the town in her unique and one of a kind-
There was a knock at the door, a rather fervent knock, Rarity couldn't help but wonder who would be out this late after sunset. She quickly set aside her dish and answered it.
“Why Twilight, what are you doing here at this hour?”
“I did it Rarity,” she then laughed a little too maniacally for comfort as she found her way inside, “I finally figured it out.”
She was then slightly surprised as Twilight shoved her finger into her belly button, the purple unicorn's horn began to glow slightly as a spell fired off. Rarity had to restrain herself from shoving Twilight away, one does not lift a lady's shirt and do such a thing, even if it was rather... enticing.
“Haha, you see?” Rarity had to shake herself out of her fantasy, to realize that Twilight had waggled her formerly inserted finger in front of her face.
“It's umm... glowing?” She couldn't help but look past the little golden digit in her face, only to see that Twilight looked rather horrid. Her mane and tail were both in such an awful state, and her eyes were rather unattractive as well, not to mention a faint smell in the air.
“It's been like this all over Ponyville, every mare I tested on the way over comes up the same way. At first I thought I crafted the spell wrong, but I didn't. Don't you know what this means?”
Rarity had almost stopped listening when she heard 'every mare on the way over', “That you have a rather poor sense of personal space?”
Twilight could only groan, “No. It means the magic that changed Applejack into... well what she is, is all over Ponyville. It might even be all over Equestria for all I know. And if I don't find out what to do about it we could all be in a lot of trouble. Now do you understand?”
While there was great fear and urgency in her voice, Rarity was unable to understand the dire tone she had taken.
“That we shouldn't sleep around for a little while?”
Twilight almost screamed in frustration before shouting, “All of Ponyville could erupt into one big maternity ward at any moment, and I can't figure out how to stop it!”
It was then that Rarity noticed far more about her friend, and just how tired she seemed to be.
“Twilight, when was the last time you had any sleep?”
“What does it matter? If can't find a way to stop this it won't matter if I was well rested or not.”
Rarity could only sigh, “I feel like we may have been down this road before.”
Twilight wasn't entirely able to ignore that fact, “I know, but this is important-”
“And I understand that it is Twilight, but come here a moment, you're a mess.”
Rarity corralled her friend over to someplace she might sit, and with a quick flick of her wrist found a comb and brush within easy reach thanks to her magic. She then began to slowly get the multitude of knots out of Twilight's mane, all the while just talking to her calmly.
“You haven't slept since we got back from Applejack's a few days ago, have you?”
Twilight could only shrug, “I got a quick nap in here and there.”
“I know you want to help Twilight, but you can't go pushing yourself like this. Besides, if this really is what you say it is then why wouldn't Applejack be able to do something to help? From how you described it these 'stars', or whatever they may be, sound rather benign. I don't know if there is anything to even worry about.”
“Well, you have a point, but there is one thing that worries me.” She received a casual signal to continue as Rarity carefully worked out a rather stubborn knot, “You remember how I said it was centuries since the last time somepony like Applejack has come along?”
“A few centuries or so.”
“Right, well. Guess how many years.”
“Oh I don't know Twilight, four, maybe five hundred. Isn't that the usual amount of time it takes for a legend to be born?”
“Close. It's actually been about a thousand.”
Rarity stopped her follicle based maintenance for a moment, “So this has something do with?”
“Yeah. I've been reading up on it a bit more, got a few books from Canterlot, and this used to be a rather regular thing. A single mare in Equestria would get chosen every couple of years, nothing bad, no sacrifices or anything. But after Nightmare Moon, boom, all records stop.”
“What does that mean then?”
“The stars had some kind of relationship between us, and they've been unable to enact it for a thousand years. They have a lot of lost time on their end so that means a lot of mares might end up...” Twilight wasn't exactly sure how to put it, “helping them play catch up.”
Rarity slowly realized what she meant, but even as the future seemed revealed to her she felt decidedly calm about it.
“I suppose we'll just have to hope for the best,” she stood Twilight up and gave her a stern look, “and before we do anything else about it get a good nights rest under us.”
“Yeah I suppose you're right. Maybe I’ll go see Applejack tomorrow, see if she knows anything.” Twilight could only sigh as she finally let herself feel what she had put her body through for the last couple of days. “Then perhaps a day at the spa or something.”
“I would join you for that but sadly they're closed indefinitely.”
“Really? What happened?”
“I don't know, when I dropped Opal off at the groom and spa for pets next door the twins just declared a holiday suddenly and shooed everyone out.”
“Oh, well I really would've enjoyed a day at the spa.”
“We don't always get what we want, but if you want to Twilight I have more than enough beauty supplies around to give a pseudo experience. Although you may kindly apply any lotions yourself mind you.”
Twilight could only roll her eyes, “Right. Well, if you can excuse me, I have this date I’ve been putting off with a nice guy called Pillow over at that place called My Bed.”
Rarity just politely chuckled, and made sure her friend was fit to leave. As she locked the door behind her, preparing herself for a night of rest, she couldn't help but find her mind wandering. To what had happened when Twilight first arrived, and the feeling of that soft digit shoved inside her with that lovely tingle of magic arcing into her... She had to stop herself from going to far with it, a lady was not one to fantasize such things. Yet she remembered the gem she got from the jewelers earlier that day, and of what it did to her to just touch it against her skin.
“No,” she had to say out loud, “no a lady does not do such things.”
She clenched her fists as her mind just refused to let it go as she slipped into those thoughts again, suddenly an idea struck her.
“Although,” she slowly grew a rather sly smile, “I should make sure it fits.”
It may have been late, and her motives may have been somewhat questionable, but she couldn't help but be slightly excited as she briskly walked up the flights of stairs in her home and workshop up to the storage room. Where she kept her best creations.
()()()()()
She watched herself in the mirror, many of them spaced apart so she might see the beauty of her entire form, as lace and silk weaved from a foreign land's best supplies draped over her figure. Rarity knew of her own ravishing qualities, but this amazing outfit she wore made her drop dead gorgeous. It would be a surprise if there was a stallion in town who didn't pass out just from looking at her in this getup she had made. The amount of bare skin alone would surely make any soft hearted lover weak in their knees, and there was just enough cleavage to entice but not enough to seem crude.
Her design however was outdone only by the quality of the fabrics she had used. It was simply divine as cloth so soft that even her own skin would feel a tingle as she brushed against it. Little more than a brassiere with sleeves covered the top half of her body while a thin veil hid most of her face, except for her beautiful eyes that could haunt even her in a reflection. She let her hands run down her bare midriff as they slowly met up with her hips, her curves impressed even her as she allowed herself to truly feel their wide shape. The smoothness of the silks in the undergarments hidden away under the long skirt were enough to make her shiver. Why had she never designed such a thing before?
As she continued to look upon her beautiful figure she had a realization that her dress was not complete. There was one part of her costume that had eluded her until that day, and now she wanted to finish what she started. It resided within a small simple case, resting upon a velvet pillow, and Rarity mistook its mysterious glow for moonlight leaking in from the skylight. She took it within her hand, so small that it didn't even cover up the center of her palm, and just looked upon it.
Rarity was compelled to take notice of every little detail about the sapphire in her grasp. The smoothness of its cut, so fine that it didn't even feel abrasive to her finger's curious strokes. She took a rather great liking to the strange shape of the gem, one side a simple rounded cushion cut, while the other was an unnaturally smooth and featureless dome. It was such a great specimen, and the feeling of it touching her skin was wonderful to say the least, she may have gone far enough to call the stone soft even if such a notion was crazy. Yet she could feel a strange power coursing through her, thundering its way into her body.
She slowly began to take it where it needed to go, a place upon her bare midriff, but she did not do so in haste. Rarity let the gem's soft texture run across her bare skin as she started just under her breast, letting it slowly run down the length of her stomach, every inch seemed to make it feel more alive as her skin began to feel a wonderful sensation dancing on top of her. She could swear the gem was pulsing now, every surge it gave off firing unspeakable sparks of power that worked their way into someplace deep inside her. Every muscle in her body slowly surrendered to it, as her gut began to feel loose and relaxed, as the gem was slowly approaching its final destination.
Her mind raced as it got closer to her cavernous navel, carefully she allowed it to sit on top of her belly's rather tight landmark. Then, without hesitation, she pushed it in. Rarity could only gasp from the spark of lightning that shot down into her belly, and as it continued to send that power down into her gut she couldn't help but stroke herself. Each movement of her hand's across her softened coat reminded her of how well she cared for it, as the powerful feeling slowly spread out across her belly, every rise and fall of her breath letting her know just how real it was.
Something started happening to the gemstone in her belly's center, it was moving, twisting itself about and pushing deeper into her. It was strange to her, but its activity was making the sensations grow stronger and slowly pushing them deeper as she lost sight of the gem inside her own navel. Rarity could only moan as something inside her started to change, her insides fluttering about in such a manner that she continued to make lewd noises. Then, within her own body, something started to grow.
She just continued to rub her hands across her madly sensitive surfaces, almost unaware of the blossoming womb inside her body, at least until she realized her hands were getting farther apart. When she finally witnessed her belly growing before her all she did was coax it on. Slowly it continued to push itself out farther, her soft skin allowed to stretch and make room for the womb growing inside her. She almost lost herself in a daze as its first tiny kick sent a tingle through her flesh, the sign of her motherhood causing her body to start changing even more.
Her breasts seemed to swell and ache, pushing her brazier tighter as the clasps popped off one by one to let her breathe. When the last one was finally undone she gasped for air as healthy new flesh grew from her chest, and as her breasts slowly began to put on pounds of new weight she could feel them leaking. Every small drop that left her nipples only made her realize how needy they were, how bad she had been to forget their needs. Her mind was made up as she opened the broken brazier completely and allowed her far heavier breasts to fall softly against her body.
She began to stroke them softly, as each shudder and release only caused her nipples to push themselves wider into her palms. She had to continue to coax them on, for they would be needed one day, and they had to be as ample as possible to feed the womb still slowly growing beneath them. She could only grunt as they released themselves into her hands, large streams pouring through her fingers and down across her belly, as any lost was replaced twofold as they began to push themselves out even further than before. Her hands slowly opened wide in a futile attempt to cup themselves around her gradually growing rack. Bigger and healthier they became, her arms wobbling slightly as their weight became something greater then they could bear. By the time they had stopped she was unable to gauge their size anymore, as even the largest bra in her collection would be unable to contain them or the milk still occasionally leaking from their large jutting nipples.
Rarity went back to her belly, as it continued to softly bloom under her bosom. Already she could feel the bottom of her breasts be teased by the softness of her belly's fur, as the firmness of the womb pushed itself larger time and again. It kicked again, this time far stronger than the last, and her hands stroked through the immense flutter that fired through her body as her breasts spurted a small stream of milk onto her womb. It only seemed to entice her as she allowed it to lubricate her hands, her flesh softened further with each stroke, her womb pushing itself even higher and farther until it began to act as a cradle for even her own breasts that hung heavily from her body. Yet it still had a ways to go before it could truly give her weighty chest any relief.
A rather wonderful sensation began to take root in her nethers, one that began to spread out into her curvy hips. She could feel the tingle spreading out across her flesh, goosebumps echoing the sensation, as her already curvy hips began to fill out and press into the expensive fabrics that contained them. She stood fully erect as her legs felt like they were being stretched, mounds of soft healthy flesh piling onto her thighs as they slowly began to take on the optimal feminine form. She let her hands slip beneath the beltway so she could feel them expand, her skin pressing harder and harder into the silks and satins as she heedlessly allowed it to continue. Her hands on either side of her body slowly grew farther apart, as she felt the maternal form finally taking shape wholly in her thighs, as tremendous curves signaled her foal bearing status as a worthy mother.
Rarity watched herself in the mirror, her body a type of beauty that only a mare could accomplish, yet she seemed incomplete. She gasped as a fire ignited within her womb, the warmth bathing over her flesh in ever greater pulses as it began to push forward ever so slowly. The tenderness of her belly only caused her endless bother, as the sensations drove themselves all over her body. Unable to contain herself she began to leak milk all over again, mixing the liquid into her firm strokes as it all continued to grow and push softly ahead. That thing inside her needed the room, she had to grow, and she found herself thrusting her belly out as its shape continued to elongate and widen.
As her belly began to escape the limit of her grasp something inside her besides the womb was pushing itself forward, charging ahead toward a point on her unfinished mountain. It pulsed and throbbed within her, as her womb began to push even further ahead. Her flesh seemed to be billowing forward, her maternal form nearing its perfect stage, she grunted as the entire womb filled out in a gentle sudden growth both forward and to her sides. Her teats ached greatly as they grew once more, as the sound of stressed fabric cried out below as marks upon her hips began to show their true size.
The force which charged toward her belly's crest was now in the forefront of her mind, pulsing and growing, her navel a storm of sensation as something made it widen. A soft tickle wormed its way toward the exit, and Rarity leaned back as she allowed her stomach to churn itself forward. Something wiggled its way out of her button, and she could feel it folding outward time and again, each soft release of her navel's flesh growing larger was so clear to her. It continued to do so even as a bit of her belly's own flesh wrinkled from her navels tender expansion. A final grand push across her girth pulsed through her body, as warmth spread through her maternal form. The womb pressed outward in all directions as warm flesh grew and grew to make her body prepared for what it needed to be. Then it all slowly ceased, and she basked in the soft throbbing grace of her button's grand reappearance, with a familiar presence lodged into the navel's surface.
There was no scream, no cry of fear, as Rarity regained her faculties. Instead she just looked at herself in the mirror, and basked in what she had become. The gem from earlier lodged within a wrinkle of flesh on the topmost part of her exposed navel, perhaps a tad larger than it had been before. That didn't matter to her though, as she just stroked her foal bearing womb, and simply enjoyed this sense of utter completeness. She seemed so beautiful to herself, as though she was so much more than she had been prior to this wonderful transformation. The world was left behind as she let her costume fall from her body, all so that she might witness the unrivaled beauty of her motherhood.
It all simply meshed together perfectly to her. The breasts ample and full, with teats eager and ready to give. The hips below that stood grand so that she might bear the prodigious girth above, their curves a sight that slowly gave to her hands slow caress as she felt their truly immense size. Then perhaps the greatest sight sat between them, a wonderful shape that pushed out from the core of her body, a line running down its entirety only to be undone by the sign of her womb's fullness. She had no hope of exploring every inch of her girth's immeasurable beauty, as her body had grown her foal to such a healthy size that she could only warmly hold and stroke her progeny lovingly as it wiggled and kicked in fits of new life that tickled her senses endlessly.
It wasn't something she had realized at first, but this was something she had felt incomplete without. Now as she stood there, enraptured by her motherhood, with her womb freshly grown, did she wish to give anything to see her foal grow and be healthy. For her body was now devoted to it, and she would see it as far as it may go. This was something that she knew must be done, no matter what it had in store for her. It was then that the aftereffects of it all slowly began to take their toll, her body slowly felt weary and worn, crying out for rest. Without protest she heeded her body's call and slowly made her way to her room, unafraid of her natural beauty as she strode the halls of her home. Her mind would not be concerned with the codes of society after her body had gone through such a wonderful change, even if she had yet to realize how much change lay ahead of her.
()()()()()
The world seemed to be in a fog. Where was she? In a place where clouds seemed to extend in every direction, and the sky seemed to be all around. The only thing that occurred to her haze filled mind was her womb, as it kicked and wiggled about before her. That was when she felt a hand on her womb, one that wasn't her own, and when she looked to see who it was all she could see was a featureless ghost made of a strangely colored fog. It seemed to be saying something, but its voice was a whisper that she could not hear. Before she could discern what was said the ghost vanished as its form was scattered in the wind.
Her mind was still too blurred to grasp what was happening, but something inside her was suddenly alive. A bright light was emanating from the gem on her navel, and it was pumping something into her. She could feel its power growing, as the sapphire began to expand, basking in the warmth of her womb. It seemed to be wiggling ever so subtly, just enough to send a wonderful sensation across her navel as it pushed itself into her. Wider the gemstone became as it carefully inserted itself, rubbing her exposed belly button softly as it seemed to wiggle itself in to tightly tuck itself away inside her.
Rarity could feel her soft navel brushing up against the gem's smooth underbelly, an it seemed to shift and move in such a way that her innie which stilled demanded to be an outtie was endlessly teased by its presence. She could only softly groan from that wonderful pressure that her navel was exerting as it would push itself forward into the gem until it had taken up all the room it could, and then she just lay there while trying to understand what was happening.
However the world seemed to be slowly fading away, much like a dream before one awoke, and as this strange world disappeared she heard a whisper in the wind. A faint voice that seemed to be begging her to hear her, and before she vanished from this place she understood what it had said.
“Restore what we lost.”
()()()()()
Rarity opened her eyes, the world slowly returning to her sleep filled eyes, and when she had finally awoken fully her mind turned to the events of last night. Her eyes traveled down to her body, and she could see that it was all still very real. Her breasts were the only things still uncovered by her sheets, some stains showing how they had been leaking a bit in her sleep; her nipples still glossed by a recent splurge. She brushed them on the way to her belly and found them slickened by her breastmilk's strange cocktail, a feeling she didn't mind as she allowed herself to rub them a little. She cooed softly as she allowed some cream to squirt into her palms, lathering it against them to feel the nutrients sink into her flesh. They were so large now, plump and firmly filled with her milk, she let them be before she made any more of a mess however.
When she finally managed to leave her teats alone she glimpsed at the wonder of her womb, covered fully by her silky sheets. The life within her still occasionally kicked and wiggled about, the sensation of its movements alone was enough to entice her, but the fabrics brushing against the mountains sensitive surface was more than enough to cause her no end of lovely groans as they shuddered across her flesh. Her hands went to it and gently stroked the silks against herself, the electric tingle sparked to life under her hands and slowly crept across her womb, nerves endlessly buzzing as her skin shivered from the power of her sensitive paunch. She squirmed as it began to reach a fever pitch, her breathing causing her womb to move about under the sheets, as the warmth of her womb began to spread out into her body. She could feel the power of it pulsing through her, each hearty thud trying to push at the limits of her flesh. It only her limits would go, if only her body could grow.
Suddenly a thousand tiny kicks began rumbling her womb about as its flesh was covered with abrupt bumps and small twitches. Rarity couldn't control herself as a firmness began to take hold in her womb, one that bade her to thrust her gut upward into the sky, and as she felt her belly wiggle within the sheets as a great pressure bloomed inside her. Her body felt a great contraction rock her belly, and with a loud grunt she pushed, as lightning fired through her womb and began to grow over her. Great ominous gurgles resonated through the gravid girth as the internal sensations made Rarity mad with need for more. She goaded it on as her expanding mass sent shivers through her body as an untold number of small hooves began to kick and wiggle within her, jostling the giant as it continued to lift more and more of her lavishly large sheets with it.
The sheets began to tug and pull at her womb as they began to test Rarity's ability to tuck herself in at night. It was no match as the womb showed no signs of slowing down, small tears began to appear in the blanket as the stitching cracked from trying to contain her. Pressure was building inside her, small patches of her stomach bleeding through the tautly pulled blanket. Another contraction struck and she cried out as the blanket was torn asunder, her womb blasting out over the canopy of her bed as the white mountain was allowed to show its pristine maternal glory to the world once more.
So there she lay, basking in the warmth of her even greater motherhood. As she wondered how her teats that had seemed to ample before were supposed to not seem meager to this womb by comparison. Slowly she remembered the dream from last night, was this what that voice had meant. She had no way of knowing for sure, but as she gently placed a hand onto her immeasurable womb she knew it had to be. The feeling of life welled up within her, and she knew that she would do anything for these foals. They needed a mother to carry them, and she would do so with however many that needed her.
She closed her eyes for but a moment as she felt the weight of her womb pressing down on her, so real and full, then when she opened her eyes... it was gone. Rarity almost panicked, but as she sat up in her bed she noticed that her belly was still burgeoning with life. Albeit there seemed to only be the one from last night within her, although the signs of her prior growth were gone as the sheet was once again whole. Her mind raced with questions and fear of the authenticity of what she had believed a moment prior. A rather loud gurgle emanated from her stomach, and her thoughts were slowly interrupted by a hunger, a need to feed herself and the womb inside her.
Slowly, but surely, she brushed off the rather strange dream as just that. Magic in her world was one thing, a kind which induced such rapid fertility another thing, but nearly making a crater in her roof from how many she had promised to hold was just too far fetched for her. At least she thought it was, she simply dismissed the confusing thoughts, not wanting to dwell on them for now. As she made her way out of bed, and hefted the rather large obstruction of a womb easily thanks to her sultry curves, she began to think of perhaps finding an outfit. She may find herself rather ravishing in her natural maternal state, but a lady had to have standards of course. So she managed to suppress her hunger somewhat, much to her stomach's dismay, and strode off toward her wardrobe with her progeny hanging before her. Ignorant to the gemstone in her navel that had not only grown to fill the space, but was beginning to glow brightly once more.
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Her decision was a hard one, but in the end she felt it was the only reasonable choice. She had gone through many old outfits, most of which would never fit her, and decided to make use of an old design she thought would never take off. For a time she had been experimenting with maternity wear, it had always sold well at a certain time of the year, but she was not entirely satisfied with her design and put it away for later. Now though it seemed the dress might see some use, it thankfully managed to hide most of her body, however she still did not have a decent bra to wear. It seemed her ladies were going to be allowed to stay free for a while longer, and all she could do was hope that nopony would notice her nipples slightly bleeding through the soft fabrics.
Rarity's stomach then grumbled again, the hole in her stomach constantly getting greater with every passing moment she spent on trying to get an outfit together. She chided it slightly as she attempted to get some pants on, the only thing she had which could stretch to her size were an old pair from when she had been working out to try and lose a few inches off her waist. Suffice it to say she had recently gained those inches back, and then some.
As she finally got them around her waist, and past her rolling hills, something became rather apparent to her. A loud knocking at the door downstairs caught her attention, it seemed rather urgent, if not outright scared. She tried to think of who would be here today, she had nothing planned and was rather devoid of a want of company considering her sudden and rather newly obtained precious cargo.
Then it hit her who it might be, “Twilight...”
She looked down to her womb, the maternity dress incapable of hiding it and in fact may have actually accentuated her beautiful body in its current state. She could only think of the fear Twilight had the day before, of her unprompted breach of privacy as she shoved her finger into her navel, and how she might wish to... undo what she had become regardless of what she felt. She could feel her womb quiver in response to her fear, to which she could only gently stroke it and whisper softly.
“Don't worry, momma's here.” She slowly made her way to the staircase, “And auntie Twilight is a calm, reasonable, unicorn.”
Her womb wiggled again, and she could only continue to stroke it, for both their sakes.
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Twilight pounded on the door again, “Rarity! Are you home!?”
This wasn't good, this wasn't good at all. After what happened at Sweet Apple Acres, and at Dash's place. It was all adding up to something bad, something really bad. All she could hope to do was get what was left of the girls together and hope for the best. She just really hoped that Rarity wouldn't mind canceling that impromptu spa invite she made yesterday. Speaking of which where was she, all the windows' shutters were closed on the first floor, and she never took this long to answer the door before.
She knocked once more, this time much harder, rattling the metal in the door. “Rarity! This is important, please just come to the-”
Suddenly the door opened, the top half anyway; and there Rarity was, her face at least. “Why Twilight, what's the matter?”
Twilight couldn't help but notice she was smiling rather strangely, and barely had the door open more than a crack. “Umm...” and why did she had her back to the door? She shook the thought from her mind and continued.
“Rarity its bad. I went to Sweet Apple Acres today and Applejack is gone again. Rainbow Dash too. I think something is up and I want us all together in case something happens.”
“Oh is that all? Well I’ll be over shortly, I just have uh... some things to finish up on. Speaking of which it may take me a few days to get them done with anyway, schedules and whatnot, tah tah darling.”
Twilight slapped her hand on the door as it almost closed in her face, “Hold on a minute Rarity, you don't understand. We need to get together now. I'm pretty sure the elements can do something about this and I have already sent Celestia a message.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes, and I'm expecting an answer soon. At least, as soon as it's delivered. Spike is away on that camping trip with my brother and express mail can only go so fast.”
Twilight wasn't sure why, but Rarity looked very nervous all of a sudden.
“Is everything okay Rarity?”
“I just need a few minutes Twilight.”
She seemed distant, looking at her yet not at the same time. “Rarity if its really important I can help, I just don't want anything bad to happen.”
“I don't think this is a bad thing Twilight.”
That really threw her for a loop, “Wait a minute, what are you talking about?”
“Just... come inside.”
Twilight heard Rarity take a few steps away from the door, and the rest of the locks within being undone. When she finally crossed the threshold, Twilight couldn't believe her eyes.
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Rarity could only wait, and watch, as Twilight stood mouth agape at what she saw. It was something she expected to happen, but she didn't expect Twilight to remain silent quite so long. The fact that she let her mouth hang open in shock was also a little unnerving.
“Twilight?” Rarity took a step toward her, “Twilight, are you alright?”
She took a step back as Rarity reach out to her, “Am I alright? What about you?” Twilight was grabbing fistfuls of mane as she frantically looked Rarity over, “Oh Rarity this is bad, bad-bad-bad.”
“Bad?” Now it was Rarity who took a step back, placing an arm over her womb protectively. “How is this bad?”
“What do you mean how is this bad? You had magic used on your body, and it made you look like this overnight.” Twilight couldn't understand why Rarity still looked somewhat defensive, “Come on we can still fix this before it gets any worse.”
“Fix it?” Rarity was beginning to regret even answering the door now, “What if I don't want it fixed Twilight?”
Rarity's answer stunned her friend for a moment, “Wha... No, Rarity you have to be able to see through this. The magic is only making you think you want it, the stars or whatever they really are just want to use you.”
“Twilight I don't think you understand what I’m trying to tell you.”
“No you don't understand Rarity, this isn't real, it cant be real!”
Something about the way she said it set Rarity off, “This isn't real!?”
She lunged forward and grabbed Twilight's arm, and before she could anything placed Twilight's hand on top of her womb. Then they stood silent as Rarity held her there, and slowly she let her friend go, but she did not recoil once free. She let her hand feel the warmth of the womb under the dress, the beat of the heart racing through its mother's body, and the movement of the foal wiggling the gravid form of Rarity's belly. It was something that tugged at her mind, washed away at the years of dusty books and lonely nights. She found herself almost smiling as she felt the miracle taking place inside her friend's body, as life anew was blooming right in front of her eyes. It was something that she desperately wanted to...
Wait a minute what was she doing? There was no telling what kind of magical contamination she was committing to herself. Without another second allowed to pass she pulled her hand back and took a step away from Rarity, who only stood her ground with a slightly disappointed face.
“This is one of the most real things to ever happen to me Twilight, and I want you to respect my wishes.”
Twilight just stayed silent, and slowly backed away toward the door. As she did so she noticed a slight glow emanating from under Rarity's dress, near the navel, and she remembered many conversations they shared together about a certain culture. It was a long shot, but Twilight still felt she could figure this out, and convince her friend that this wasn't real. Even if it had seemed as such a few moments prior.
Rarity spoke up one last time before she left, “They need us Twilight.” The door then shut without a response, and Rarity stood slightly dismayed. “I just wish you could see that.”
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As Twilight finally left something became very clear to Rarity, her stomach was hungry, and it was hungry now. The hunger pang that struck her left her almost hunched over, and to say she was voracious would have been an understatement. Her mind was still rather troubled by what had just happened, but she was unable to think well about it with such an empty stomach. So she made her way to the kitchen, and every step that she took only served to fuel her hunger more as the smells and thoughts of waiting food grew stronger. When she finally crossed the threshold the thought of stuffing everything she could get her hands on was already set in her mind, and nothing was going to change that.
Her eyes fell upon a box, something she must of left out from that morning. It was giving off such a sweet smell, and yet she couldn't remember what was in the box. It didn't matter as her gut grumbled at the thought of food, especially that which had such a rich aroma. She was almost across the kitchen and the box suddenly disappeared, her confusion only lasted a moment as it sparked back into reality in her hands; a slight blueish sparkle accompanying its reappearance. She remembered stories from her mother of cravings, sometimes so bad that she couldn't control her own magic.
A pang of hunger struck her, fierce enough that it knocked her back into a waiting chair near her table. Without another word she ripped the box open, and what entered her mouth was nothing short of paradise itself. A strange mixture of chocolate and peanut butter, so thick and filling, her mouth watered from the first taste. Then without remorse she dug into what remained, feeling the king sized treat disappear in chunks down her gullet, and eventually reduced it to a satisfying weight in her stomach. Yet she still felt voracious, and as she tore into another one as sparks began firing off her horn without her notice.
Even as Rarity thought of the food before her she couldn't help but think of so many other delectable treats. Thick creamy seasonal eggnog, sandwiches coated in layer after layer of assorted cheeses, all manner of fattening and enriching food to give her body needed foal bearing improvements. Each one sounded so good, and she wanted every picture of food that floated through her mind so bad. As she opened her mouth to take another bite something filled it for her, an explosion of cinnamon fired across her tongue, and when she opened her eyes she couldn't believe them. The table before her was filled to the brim with all manner of foodstuffs, many of which that had been on her mind recently.
What had ended up in her mouth was an apple fritter, a rather simple food that she hated to admit she loved. She politely finished off the one that had somehow been shoved into her waiting maw, doing her best to control herself after the prior binge of slobbery, but her stomach was not having any of her slow going as it constantly grumbled and groaned at how empty she still was. She picked up another one, brought it to her lips to take a nice measured bite, and then stuffed it entirely in her mouth. The taste of the cinnamon and the apple mixing together was only outdone by the immense satisfaction of her stomach finally receiving another morsel of food.
All form of manners or self control slowly disappeared as she grabbed larger and larger items from the table, shoving them into her mouth without remorse as her stomach began to bloat from the meal. Her hands eventually were not quick enough for her, and she found herself eagerly accepting floating piles of shimmering food as they were poured down her throat faster and faster. Her girth already beginning to pinch against the table as its underbelly began to hang below the drape of her maternity dress, the behemoth gurgling and churning inside her as it processed load after load of food piling in within her.
She continued to eat and eat, every bite pushing her gut further away, driving a needy warmth through her body. It was all so fattening, all so heavy and against every dietary rule she set for herself, and she loved every bite of it. It was all so good that Rarity couldn't stop herself, she had to eat, she needed to eat. Until for a moment she stopped as a particularly dry piece of food refused to go down smoothly like the rest. Her lips were then met by the mouth of a jug, and she felt a rich sweet cream pour into her throat. It only took a swig to clear her throat, but before the jug could get away she wrapped her hands around it and suckled at it eagerly. Tilting her head back as she felt her body eagerly chugging the immense amount of thick liquid into her stomach. Each long drag of it was loud and intense as she felt streams of it pouring down the sides of her face, and yet she didn't care. The immense satisfaction of it bloating her stomach was enough to egg her on, every second that passed left her stomach larger than it had been before, the soft flesh pouring out as fast as the sweet liquid poured in. When the last drop was finally swilled inside she could only let out a content sigh, the large drum of undiluted eggnog rattling against the floor as she let out a slightly unladylike belch.
The pure amount of food that had swollen her gut was catching up to her, and she felt a powerful need to take a nap or at the very least lie down. As she stood up before the table she saw the devastation she had wrought on her prior diet, and realized she had probably emptied not only her house but a few around her of all their food. Even through all that she was happy, especially as her foal jolted her womb to life and she became keenly aware of the food churning inside her body. It was all for him, for any foal she might carry, and she would do anything to keep them healthy. As she began to walk toward her living room, where a particularly comfortable couch awaited, she couldn't help but notice that her maternity dress was stretched quite far. The meal prior having it seem as though she was about to pop with two well fed foals, a thought that was rather enticing to her. In fact she was prepared to go so far as to say three might be in there, the thought of all that belly hanging before her left her incredibly longing for such a thing, but she was more than happy to carry just one if that was all she needed to do.
When she finally crossed the threshold into her living room, something started moving inside her. Perhaps what might be more accurate to say, was that something in her navel had begun to wiggle quite vigorously. By the time she made it to the couch her body was already in shivers from how strong the gem in her belly button was vibrating, ticklish shudders cascading through her womb as it pushed on her sensitive navel, wiggling and gyrating against the soft flesh. She threw her head back and thrust her womb outward, trying to push back against the smooth gem in her navel, feeling the slick surface brushing against the inner walls enticing her to continue the action. It then rose, letting her navel push back against it, her soft flesh tickling against itself as the flushed belly button rose to escape the confining pressure of her womb. Then the gemstone pushed in again hard and fast, sending an electric charge across her body as it sparked something to life deep inside her.
Her womb began to swell again, and she could feel the new foal growing within her. Her girth slowly beginning to hang out moreso beneath the bottom of the maternity dress, the lower half of her belly's stretch mark beginning to show itself to the world. Rarity already began to rub and stroke her womb as it grew, feeling the enticing shiver race across her body as every passing second caused her dress to seem smaller. Her stomach would gurgle and rumble alongside waves of passion, as warm layers of flesh piled on top of her womb, each one groaning and stretching her further outward as the floor began to be approached by her enticing mass. The bottom half of her navel beginning to peak out from her dress, as the gem within continued to shudder and push with her navel's movements, coaxing her womb ever larger.
It all continued to shudder and shiver as she felt something in her breasts aching to be free, her nipples heedlessly twitching and spasming on their own. They had to be cared for, they needed to be touched. Her hands found their way under her dress, and to the erect teats without a moment to spare. They had leaked so much, soaked her dress to the core, and were so soft to the touch. She pressed into them, carefully circling the hardened towers as they leaked more milk into her fingers' motions, which only served to lubricate the moist surfaces. They continued to do so, slowly spurting out more and more milk, as she pressed into them harder and harder. Yet no matter how hard she pressed they refused to let loose, to free the built up nutrients within them. All they did was leak and ache, only making her whimper as they drenched her hands in thick cream. Aggravated to no end she wrapped her fingers around her stiff nipples, and then yanked in a milking motion. She could only gasp as the action lead the milk down the canals of her breasts, the milk charging down the shafts of her nipples, and then spurting relentlessly into her dress and everywhere else in a torrent of cream. The explosive action bloated her nipples, letting them surge forward as her tanks began to fill faster than they drained. The two behemoths stopping only after they had drenched her dress and lathered her womb with gallons of enriching milk, only held back by her dress that had quickly become her bra, lifting it up ever so slightly to show off her still growing womb.
Rarity shuddered as the new foal kicked, its sibling joining in, then there was another pair. She could only giggle and caress her womb, as she felt twins growing inside her. She felt the thud of growth, and moaned as her womb began to become flustered and blushed as her face as the sensations picked up pace. She just rubbed her belly, feeling the shivers arc through her flesh as her womb began to hang ever lower and bloat wider, slightly brushing the carpet beneath her. The warmth of it radiated more and more, as her dress began to roll back to display more of her maternal womb's greater gifts. Her stretch marks continued to grow, as her hands felt her womb blossom before her, feeling every contour and shapely curve forming before her. It was getting so big now, she could feel it hanging out beneath the maternity dress, and yet it continued to grow. She felt so unworthy, and so grateful, that she was blessed with such a wonderful gift.
She felt the gemstone slide in once more, and she got an idea. Rarity grasped her womb that was almost as big as her, and thrust her hips into her belly. Her navel was thrust forward, and she felt it effortlessly slide against the inside of her flesh. She groaned as she felt it be pressed back, vibrating and moving in such a way that her womb was alive with butterflies, the girth pushing outward in every direction as her skin shuddered from the sensation. She thrust her hips again with the movements of the gem, feeling her bloating navel become larger every time, slowly encompassing the gem as her cavern slowly engulfed it whole. She went faster with every gyration of her hips, needing more and this wonderful sensation as her womb was blossoming down toward the floor to become greater than her body alone. Then a contraction thundered through her body, and she felt her womb brush against the floor as she stood. A second one throbbed across her gravid girth, and she felt it bloat out even wider than before, as her navel finally pressed against its exit, barely held back by its captor. Yet her womb had not finished.
The white mountain was throbbing, an untold number of foals inside wiggling about as their movements sent shudders through the mother that held them. A third one was building, and try as she may her body was shuddering on its own as the gem vibrated and churned against her bloated navel. Her legs felt weak as she tried to hold it back, feeling the pressure mount as her children churned her insides about, shivers wiggling up her spine as her head tilted back in surrender to the sensation. The contraction shuddered across her womb as her flesh groaned and rumbled with life, her navel growing wider across the stretching surface of her girth as its wrinkles became deeper and softer. Hundreds of tiny bumps pushed her belly out before her, and she could only bask in the growing warmth that was bathing over her.
When she finally felt it cease, when all there was to bask in was the movement of her foals and the ache in her breasts did she realize how blessed she had become. She could barely contain herself, smiling and blushing as she placed a hand on one of her ample breasts and another on her womb that burgeoned with so much life. It was something she felt was so beautiful, and the fact that she had been chosen to do something so great made her feel so honored. Each life that wiggled within her prodigious girth left her in a state of absolute bliss, as she stood and messaged herself lovingly. Ready for whatever was next for her, waiting for the next thing she could do to help. All the while the gemstone in her bloated navel began to grow, slowly pushing itself back into her belly button, as magic blossomed forth from its surface and cleaned the helpful mother that had accepted so much. As it prepared her for more in the near future.
Her eyes began to grow heavy and she leaned back into a heavenly cloud, her distended womb wiggling with life as it hung out before her. The sun peeked in through a window and warmed its surface, and she couldn't help but admire herself. Her teats swollen to a new size, sloshing with milk needed for the days ahead, pressure that waited to be fitfully released by eager lips. Even her hips seemed to have grown without her knowledge, larger and healthier than they were before, ready to burst forth from their once ample constraints that now barely fit her. She just sat there, slowly letting the world fade away as her beautiful body felt just a little more complete, and rested upon her luxurious couch.
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Rarity was sleeping soundly, the only thing evident to her mind the movement of her womb, the movements cascading into her teats that would leak into the soft fabrics that barely contained them and sensually rubbed their hard surfaces with every wiggle of her gravid belly. It was a lovely existence that she would gladly continue for a time, but the sound of two voices roused her from this slumber. Both very familiar.
“Wow Twilight, she's huge.” Rarity felt someone wrap their arms around her womb, at least as much of her colossal girth that they were able, followed by a bubbly giggle. “It's like a wiggly little fun house in there.”
“Pinkie stop that, I’ll be back, I need to get a few more reagents to deal with all of this.” Rarity kept her eyes closed as she heard Twilight leaving, “And don't touch her again, we have no idea what it'll do to you.”
A door was then shut, and Rarity knew she was alone with her bouncy pink friend. Who seemed to be grumbling under her breath, whatever grumpiness she had didn't last long however, as Rarity opened her eyes and saw her friend skipping around as usual with that boundless smile on her face.
“Hey there sleepy-head. Did the foals keep mommy up all night?”
Rarity only chuckled, “I guess you could say that.” She let one of her hands rub the side of her womb, feeling what she could of her lovely foals bumping and tickling her skin, smiling as she felt them do so.
“You know, I still don't understand what Twilight meant.”
“Really? What did she say?”
“I don't really remember, she said that you were going to be a mommy, but you weren't supposed to be a mommy. Then I said how can you be a mommy but not a mommy and still have foals. Then she groaned and said to follow her because she'd need my help.”
Rarity wasn't sure if she liked what that meant, “Help for what?”
Pinkie just shrugged, but then she smiled. “But I bet its for a super special surprise baby shower.” She clasped her hands over her mouth, then whispered to Rarity so that the walls wouldn't hear her. “Don't tell her I ruined the surprise.”
Now Rarity was the one laughing, “Don't worry dear I won't.”
“Oh good, she might get mad if I ruined it for her.”
Rarity just smiled and tried to enjoy the moment while it lasted, no telling what it was Twilight was going to do. Then her attention was drawn back to Pinkie as she tugged on her dress.
“So who's gonna be a daddy?”
“Well Pinkie you see, umm...” She was trying to think of a way to explain it, without getting into a long pointless story, then it hit her. “There is no father.”
“What? But there's always a daddy, you can't have a foal without a daddy. Oh gosh!” She cupped her hands over her mouth. “Did something happen to the daddy?”
“No, no nothing so dreadful darling. You see technically these foals aren't mine. I'm a surrogate mommy.”
“Surrogate mommy?”
“Yes. It's when another mother and father wish to have children, but they can't on their own so a lady like me comes along and gives them some help.”
“Really? Wow Rarity that's so nice of you. Like, really really super nice.” Then Pinkie looked a little dejected. “So you don't have anypony around to help you?”
“Well, no. But it's been rather...” She tried to think of a nice word to use in order to describe the rather extravagant sensations that had led her to act rather unladylike. “It's been a rather extraordinary ordeal, I can say that much.”
“So you've never had a belly rub?”
“No I've...” Then what Pinkie said set in, “Wait what?”
“You've never been given a good belly rub before. It's what Mister Cake did for Misses Cake when she was pregnant. She really liked them, and said they were really nice to have every now and then. You should really have one.”
Rarity knew how sensitive her womb was, and one part of her did want to feel the hands of another on her belly. “Well, I would by lying if I said I didn't want one, but the spa is closed who would do it?”
When she saw Pinkie's radiant smile she started to understand.
“Oh no, Pinkie I couldn't ask you to do that. I-I have far too much belly for one pony to rub.”
“No you don't.”
Rarity was rather impressed by her confidence, but this was something she wasn't entirely sure she wanted a friend doing. “W-where would be find that much lotion at this time of day?”
“Silly billy, you have got the most skin care products out of anypony in Ponyville! I bet I could rub three of you at the same time and still have some leftover.”
Rarity wanted to say something, but found herself at her wits end. It seemed the eager young mare of a friend she had was going to have her way. So she just sighed and pointed her toward her storage cabinet in the next room, both eager and unsure of how she felt about this occurrence.
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Rarity was resting, waiting for Pinkie to return, when suddenly a pillow was placed behind her head. She welcomed the cushion placed so snugly and was rather unsurprised to find that Pinkie had returned, with more than an ample supply of lotions. She hadn't been sure which one to use so grabbed a little of everything, Rarity just waved her on, and with a happy smile her friend disappeared beyond the rise of her prodigious womb. It was such a lovely thing, she truly wished for it to stay, to grow into whatever it may so that she could help them.
Her thoughts were interrupted as something rather slimy and tingly splattered on the front of her belly. Without any time to waste it was being lathered against her skin, and she could only coo as it ate away at aches buried deep in her flesh. Her womb began wiggling beneath her skin, as though it could feel her satisfaction as well, only giving cause for her stimulation to reach higher as her insides churned and fluttered with the motions of the soft hands on her belly. The sensations only continued to grow as the hands spread out to reach farther along her engorged girth, tingles slowly encompassing her womb entirely as warmth began to ignite within her. Rarity heard her stomach gargle, and for a split second could swear she felt it bloat, her skin feeling a tight tug as the womb inside pushed her paunch larger. She swept the thought away as a rather intimate sensation rocking her body.
It continued for a time, Rarity fully aware of where Pinkie's hands were as they encompassed more and more of her foal bearing belly as a giggle would sound from every wiggle and throb she felt in her womb. It was strange as she slowly felt more and more... full, each curious pulse that would shudder through her body made her womb feel cramped, only relieving itself when Pinkie would continued to rub and push more of that lovely lotion into her smooth skin. Whatever this strange ache was that was growing inside her she wanted it gone, she needed it relieved. Suddenly Pinkie stopped, and Rarity could only give a frustrated sigh as the ache built up, twisting and squirming on the couch as her body called out for more love and affection.
“Silly gem is in the way.”
Before Rarity could think to say a thing she felt Pinkie place her hands on the edges of the sapphire in her belly button, and then pull. Her breathe was stolen and her eyes fluttered helplessly against the storm of pleasure that fired through her body. The gem was suctioned into her navel, sealed almost perfectly, and the act of pulling upon it had yanked at the soft nub hidden away under it. Her flesh rubbing against itself as her womb's navel tunnel shivered with pleasure from the sudden attention, as a feeling deep in the core of her body was awoken.
Her womb began wiggling, jostling itself around as her skin was blanketed in a shivery anticipation of each wave emanating from her navel. The gem then pulled itself back in, spiking pressure into her womb as it pressed itself into her navels spongy flesh. She could feel the sapphire fighting Pinkie's grip, wiggling in such a way that it kneaded her navels aching flesh, every movement squirming its way into the core of her body. Everything in her just ached and shuddered from their fight, back and forth she would feel her navel be sucked through her navel tunnel to nearly escape, only for the gem to press down again and ravish her unintentionally. Her skin was alive with a thousand little twitches as her insides churned and fluttered through her body.
Suddenly Pinkie placed something near her navel, saying something she could not understand, and then forced it around the edge of the gem into the soft flesh of her womb. It was the nozzle of a bottle, and she felt Pinkie force the ooze-like lotion past the edges of the sapphire and into her navel. When Pinkie pulled again the room was greeted to the sound of Rarity's flesh slicking against itself, and her navel became a storm of shuddering pleasure. The lubrication let her navel rub against itself, against the walls of her tunnel, and squeeze against the body of the sapphire as it gyrated and wiggled against Pinkie's grasp. Her body was so wracked with pleasure that her navel would throb and pulse against her captor, pushing and squeezing at the contours of the sapphire as it slowly began to encompass it. Pinkie was still pulling, propped up on Rarity's womb, yanking with all her might at the gem as it resisted with every ounce of strength it had. Rarity could feel it slipping, the suction getting greater as her flesh pulsed and pushed for the needed room, her navel crying out to be free.
Then Pinkie slipped on the lotion soaked womb.
The gemstone plunged back down into Rarity's depths, and she groaned as it pulsed something powerful into her. A tingle emanated in the depths of her womb, and it grew, cascading into every part of her body with each hearty throb. Without warning she felt her body growing again. Her womb wiggling and contorting as it began to push her legs open wider and brush against more of her floor, the maternity dress finally beginning to give as it gave way to her advancing motherhood. Her breasts ached, spurting and bloating in surges as her nipples quivered beneath the dress, pushing themselves larger and larger as the fabric began to tear. Her pants popping and snapping as her fleshy rump began to make the couch groan with its weight, curves pushing out beyond the range of the containing clothing. Her womb constantly pushing and pulsing with every heartbeat, as she thrust her gut forward, feeling her navel pound and throb inside her.
Her womb grew again, a sudden surge that caught her breath off guard as it tickled her flesh. She coaxed it on, asking it to give her more to take care of. The surface tickled and stretched as more foals began to take shape inside her, growing and expanding her womb ever further. She felt her body nearing its completion, the constraint of her maternal form being taken to another level as her breasts cried for release from their entrapping place on her chest, her hips ready to be free and caressed by her loving hands as they needed her to grow once more.
Then voices interrupted her.
“Pinkie what did you do?”
“I don't know.”
All her attention returned to her womb, and she was so impressed by it. Her belly had become so grand, so round, and inside it she felt them so crowded together. Her flesh alive as life within bumped and kicked at the surface, and she felt the pressure building as more were becoming real. As it grew she felt her navel near the exit of her belly button's cavern, the gemstone in the way as it slipped around on the edge of her girths expanse. It kept wiggling and moving, building up a shudder in her body, and when it released she felt a contraction rock her womb. Waves of pleasure bloating her belly as she thrust it forward, feeling it expand into her living space, and her navel pushed at the entrapping sapphire. Again she pushed and thrust her belly button against it, feeling air bleed into her cavern as it began to bloat wider than the gemstone. Another contraction and she thrust again, feeling the growth rocket through her womb and down its surface until it bloated her navel again, punching hard and firm against her captor. It was so close to being free, the white glorious button peaking out behind the sapphire as the flesh stood out blushed red. SO close to freedom she felt her womb growing immensely, touching the walls of her home as the front continued to billow out deeper into her house, and then the greatest contraction yet struck. Her head craned back and she cried out as the lotion soaked navel punched forward in a fitful growth as layers of soft flesh blossomed over itself, the gem soared through the air and smashed against a far wall to split into an untold number of pieces.
More voices arose in her mind.
“We have to get out of here.”
“What why?”
“Without a place to store the magic it's all going to go into the nearest repository.”
“Well what's a repository?”
Rarity could feel eyes upon her as a strange energy surged into her womb, and her heart began to throb strongly again. She knew she was alone, and could feel a strange aura surrounding her. For a split second she felt as though she had moved, yet did not move.
Suddenly she didn't feel so alone, warm bodies surrounding her as they began to pamper and rub at her aching belly. The growth pulsed with her heart louder and harder with every second, feathers tickling all across her skin as her womb began to blossom before her again. She groaned at the lovely sensation, and she could feel the open air all around her. She moaned as hands seemed to appear and stroke every needy inch of her body's flesh, coaxing her ever larger as the sky above her seemed to stretch on forever. Some of the hands found their way to her aching nipples, and too feel them be loved again left her speechless. As warm cream poured over the caring fingers she felt her breasts' pulse and rip apart her dress, free once again to the open air as they shuddered and leaked healthy streams of milk across her womb. The hands seemed to scoop it up and lather it into her skin, letting it soak into her flesh and shudder through her body as it made her madly sensitive skin stretch and bulge to hold more for her children wherever it was placed. The constant indescribable pleasure of her womb growing alongside her aching breasts constantly being milked was breathtaking, only broken by the loud snap of her waistband finally giving as shards of black fabric gave way to blossoming white flesh, her plot billowing out in every direction as her body grew to match the rest of her own size. Her womb continued to grow and grow until it felt to be a literal mountain rising above the clouds, so many foals within her, all so beautiful and happy to her as she witnessed her size and could only smile.
When she finally looked to see where she was, it was obviously not Equestria, or seemingly anywhere. She was surrounded by clouds and sky, strange spirits floating around her gargantuan size as they saw to her every whim. Bringing constant gifts of food and attention as she allowed their pampering to continue without end. This was truly the love and respect that a mother deserved, and Rarity could feel their attention so intently. She had become something truly amazing, and would let these spirits do as they please. The ones which grew inside her were a great blessing to bear, and the spirits that served her saw to it she never had worry or need. This was a truly grand experience to her, and she would see it through to its end.
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“Whoa, Twilight what happened?”
Pinkie stood with her friend outside Rarity's home, both still in awe from the strange flash of light that preceded their friend's disappearance.
“I don't believe it. She's been taken to the lost garden with the rest of them.”
“Wait, what lost garden?” Twilight was already running away, her mane in a frantic state as she made a beeline for home. “Hey Twilight! What's going on!?”
End Part 3
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