Chaotic Breeding Season

Chapters

Tempting Fate
Fertilizing the Fields
Beginning Bulges (contains mention of Futa)

Tempting Fate

**CHAOTIC BREEDING SEASON

Chapter 1: Tempting Fate

A bizarre My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic clopfic

by Jonathan “Fanfic Fetishist” Spires**

All characters not original copyrighted to Hasbro and used for non-profit amusement reasons. Milky Way is copyrighted to her original owner. All other original characters copyrighted to me unless stated otherwise.

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Canterlot Royal Court...

Early evening...

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“...And as such, that is why I think the useless little slum of Ponyville should be demolished and replaced with a giant fire-breathing, lightning-shooting statue of myself,” Prince Blueblood stated, idly adjusting his suitcoat.

Up on the dais sat seven thrones, where seven beautiful alicorns in elegant, but simple dresses that enhanced their looks without being too overbearing, stared down at Blueblood with expressions ranging from amusement to utter bafflement.

On the farthest right of the dais, clad in a light green gown highlighted with leaves, sat Princess Chrysalis. The forcibly reformed Changeling ruler's long green mane was bound back in a tail, her wooden crown resting comfortably against her horn. Her legs were crossed, her thigh-high boots and silken green gloves bearing holes in them matching the natural holes in her limbs, a bored expression on her face as she idly scratched underneath the enchanted collar that kept her from doing evil. Her emerald eyes regarded Blueblood with the consideration a cat gives a mouse before eating its eyeballs.

Next to her, her purple gown highlighted by armor, was Princess Nightmare Moon. The ebony alicorn's cat-slit eyes were narrowed, a disgusted sneer on her face. The clone of Princess Luna flexed her armored hands, preparing to say something scathing, when Princess Luna, sitting next to her, grabbed one of her hands and shook her head. Nightmare Moon scowled, but nodded.

Princess Luna, clad in a gown that looked like flowing water, sighed in relief as her clone settled down. Nightmare Moon, when angry, always spoke in the Royal Canterlot Tone. And that would have just made things even more annoying. As for Blueblood, Luna regarded him with amusement. The audacity of this minute prince was always impressive. And always gosh darn funny.

On the farthest left of the dais sat a tall, lanky alicorn with a large bust that strained against her filmy white gown. Her mane and tail, pink as a morning sunrise, flowed as if blown by a stellar wind as the alicorn, named Princess Molestia, did something completely out of character for her: pay attention to Blueblood. Normally she'd ignore the overbearing unicorn in favor of flirting with one of the guards and watching them shift uncomfortably in their armor. But the stupidity and audacity of Blueblood's request caught the otherwise flighty princess's attention fully.

Next to her, her eyes narrowed, was Princess Twilight Sparkle. The unicorn-turned-alicorn was slowly drumming her fingers on the armrest of her throne, taking slow, steady breaths and telling herself over and over that yes, it would be bad if she turned Blueblood's skin into dental floss.

Beside Twilight was Princess Cadence, her crystalline pink coat glistening slightly in the sunlight. Like Nightmare Moon, the Love Princess's expression was one of anger, but for a different reason. The audacity of this... this IDIOT! How dare he try to displace that many ponies for his own ego!

And in the center of them all, face planted firmly in her palms, was Princess Celestia. Her gown was as elegant as she was, seeming to be made of pure clouds and flowing with her mane and tail, her body not as busty as the perverse Molestia's, but still the epitome of perfection nevertheless. The only thing marring her perfect beauty was an expression that was halfway between disgust and utter shock.

Blueblood waited for a long moment, his smug expression falling as he looked from Princess to Princess. Finally, he frowned and said, “You don't like my proposal?”

“OH GEE, whatever gave you that idea?” Celestia said, looking up with a glare. She sighed, running a hand through her mane and leaned back in her throne.

“Well, let's play Tirek's Advocate for a moment,” Luna said, smirking. “How would the lightning and fire-breathing work?”

“I'm glad you asked!” Blueblood said, pulling out a new diagram from the satchel he had brought with him.

“Faust protect us he's brought charts,” Molestia muttered, giggling.

“This ought to be interesting,” Chrysalis said, smirking a little.

The charts in question were amateurishly designed, with several self-aggrandizing notes written in them. They showed a crudely designed magical well in the throat along with what Twilight, the most technically minded of the Princesses, guessed was a generator of some kind.

“The flamethrower will use a powerful magical well of my own design that will shoot out superheated flames at three-thousand degrees Celsius,” he said.

Celestia rubbed her temples, feeling a migraine coming on. Luna bit back a snicker at Blueblood's bad grasp of science and magic. Twilight just facepalmed with both hands.

“And the thunder shooter in the horn area would be powered by tremendous dynamo's in the statue's brain,” Blueblood said, chuckling and adding, “Which is appropriate because I'm such a...”

“Don't say it!” Nightmare Moon pleaded.

“...'dynamic thinker,'” Blueblood concluded, guffawing at his own joke.

Nightmare Moon snorted and stood up, ready to kill. Luna's magic flared, forcing her formerly evil twin to sit down again and not letting her up until she calmed down. Blueblood didn't even notice her homicidal rage.

Twilight sighed, and sat forward. “What about the people of Ponyville? You'd be uprooting homes, businesses...” she asked.

“I've thought of that!” Blueblood said, pulling out another diagram. “The citizens of Ponyville would be put to good use as the crew of the statue, which they would also live in!”

Twilight closed her eyes and counted to ten. “Ahah,” she said. “And you have also taken into account the structural weaknesses of your statue?”

Blueblood blinked. “...Huh?”

Twilight rubbed her temples briefly before continuing, the other Princesses watching her in amusement. “Blueblood,” she said, “Your statue would be left severely open underneath the head. A few good explosive spells aimed below the neck would disable the statue. Design-wise, in addition to the fact that the temperature you suggested for the furnace would DISSOLVE the statue and most of the surrounding landscape in seconds, the overall shape would also be unimpressive. If you truly wanted to make a statue to intimidate someone, Nightmare Moon or Chrysalis would be better choices, or maybe something as simple as a manticore. The size is far too impractical to maintain. In addition, you'd have to add more weapons to cover the surface area, account for plumbing and sanitation for the crews, health care, education for the foals, and so on and so on. And plus there's the fact that I LIVE IN PONYVILLE YOU POMPOUS ASS!”

“Go, Ladybug, go,” Cadence said softly, smirking.

Blueblood scoffed. “Don't be silly. Why would any Princess want to live in that little eyesore of a town?”

“A town which I personally am fond of,” Celestia said, frowning.

“My friends live there! Their businesses are there!” Twilight shouted.

“How dare you even THINK of removing that many ponies from their homes just for your own ego monument?!” Cadence almost snarled.

“The idea is impractical and would cost too much taxpayer money!” Luna added, not losing her smirk.

“I don't have anything to add but I just wanted to join in with everypony yelling at you! You're stupid!” Molestia added with a giggle, Chrysalis snorting and failing to cover up her own laughter.

Blueblood stared at them, uncomprehending. “So... that's a maybe?”

“NO! It's a definite NO!” Twilight snapped.

“Can I please kill him now?” Nightmare Moon begged.

“Yes!” Twilight snarled, sitting back in her throne and growling.

Nightmare Moon blinked and grinned. “HOORAY!” she said, picking up her throne and preparing to use it as a bludgeon.

Blueblood, in a rare show of wisdom, ran for it.

“Aww...” Nightmare Moon said, pouting and setting her throne back down. She quickly reorganized the cushions and sat back down.

Luna rubbed her temples, chuckling. “Is it just me or does he get dumber every day?”

“It's not just you,” Chrysalis said, crossing her legs in amusement.

“Ngh,” Celestia said, facepalming again. “Guards, send everyone else away. Evening Court is over. I can't speak for the others but after that I don't want to deal with any more requests...”

“Hey, I'm always willing to cut out early,” Molestia said. She turned to the guard nearest her, but he had already fled with the others, going to send away the few remaining petitioners.

“Any more business to talk about before we call it a day, ladies?” Celestia asked.

“Yes, actually...” Cadence said hesitantly, everypony still in the room turning towards her. “I've found out the reason everypony in the Crystal Empire's been getting so sick after mating for the first time after Sombra's second return last year.”

Celestia nodded. “Go on,” she said. “I've been wondering about this myself.”

Cadence levitated up a file, sighing sadly. “A sterility curse,” she said, the other princesses gasping in shock. Only Twilight showed no reaction, her expression as sad as Cadence's, the pink princess continuing. “We never noticed at first, as we were so focused on rebuilding and recovery after the return...” She shook her head angrily. “We thought the stillbirths that occurred shortly after were just another result of his magic, but after several months with nopony getting pregnant... Sombra's last insult to my crystal ponies. The reason they have been getting sick briefly is because any attempt to get pregnant triggers the curse in both mares and stallions. From what our doctors and mages have been able to determine over the past few months we've been studying this is that it's a side effect of the spell he used to try and turn everypony into crystal statues. No one affected by Sombra's curse can have children. Shining and I, along with the transfers from Canterlot, are the only ones that are fertile in the whole of the Empire. I've not brought it up before now because... well, I was hoping to solve it 'in-house' and not trouble the Court of Seven with it. We can't, and now I'm out of ideas...”

The other princesses, needless to say, were stunned by this. A thoughtful expression came over Chrysalis's face.

“We have Sombra prisoner in the arctic garrison,” Nightmare Moon said, “and he wears a 'good behavior' collar as Chrysalis does. Couldn't we force him to undo the curse?”

“Shining and I have tried,” Twilight said. “The collar he wears is stronger than Chrysalis's and compels him to do as he's told and to tell nothing but the truth. We ordered him to fix it, but he just laughed in our face and told us he couldn't, as he didn't know his curse would have that effect and didn't know how to undo it.”

“So much for the easy way, then,” Luna said. “Perhaps adoption will be the order of the day. I know that there will not be enough to provide foals for the thousands living in the Crystal Empire, but perhaps...”

“We thought of that first thing,” Cadence said, smiling weakly. “Good news and bad news on that front.”

“...Of course,” Luna said, chuckling weakly. “Let's hear it.”

“The good news is that there are no foals currently living in any orphanage in Equestria, either state funded or one of the illegal ones that the criminals behind it don't think we know about,” Cadence said. “Every foal in Equestria has a family.”

“The bad news...” Twilight said, trailing off.

“Is that there are no orphans for Crystal Empire ponies to adopt,” Celestia said, rubbing her temples in frustration.

“...I may have a solution,” Chrysalis said, startling everypony. “Have you ever considered surrogacy?”

“It's a thought worth considering,” Celestia said, quirking an eyebrow. “But explain, please.”

Chrysalis took a deep breath, using the moment to gather her thoughts, and began to speak. “As I am not equine, I do not go into estrus as regular mares do. Indeed, with the exception of Queens such as myself, Changelings are genderless. As such, I only need to breed once a generation. However, because of recent efforts against my people since my bungled attempt to conquer Canterlot, there have been times when I've needed to breed before my regular time. As such, I've developed a formula which can induce a state of extreme fertility within anyling that drinks it. Males experience growth in their penis and scrotum as their seed production increases greatly, their bodies altering to safely compensate for the physical changes. Females such as myself gain increased production in the ovaries, greatly increased lactation, as well as increased elasticity in our torso and vaginal areas. In addition, the formula also alters certain pain centers, transforming them into pleasure centers so that births are more enjoyable.”

The other princesses just stared at her. Chrysalis smirked. “I carry hundreds of babies at a time when I get pregnant, which means I'm popping out hatchlings for days. You think I wouldn't add something that makes birth NOT be agonizing?”

Molestia giggled. “Can't argue with that...”

Cadence looked thoughtful. “...If it could be used on ponies, we could arrange for surrogate mothers to help provide children for the Crystal Empire.”

Luna did some calculations in her head, and nodded, smiling. “I believe we have room in the national budget to fund such a venture.”

Celestia stroked her chin thoughtfully. “...It's a possible solution,” she admitted. “But I'd prefer that Twilight analyze the formula first, see what possible effects if could have if used on species other than Changelings. And perhaps make a version of it that doesn't cause a mare to become immobilized by their own womb.”

Chrysalis nodded. “Of course,” she said. “I have a few samples of it in the hive you let me build in the castle's lower levels.”

“Chrysalis...” Cadence said softly. “If this works, and we can work out a surrogacy system for my people, then you will have ensured the Crystal Empire's future. Thank you.”

Chrysalis blushed a little, and shrugged, smirking. “You, who had more reason than any other here to hate my people and condemn us to extinction, convinced the other Princesses to spare my people when we were on the verge of extinction. Let this be my way of repaying you for your mercy.”

Celestia just smiled. As before, with Discord, her instinct to give Chrysalis a chance to redeem herself wasn't wrong, the formerly predatory Queen-self-demoted-to-Princess having so far proven to be a valuable ally and a good, if someone odd, friend. “Molestia, Nightmare Moon, accompany Chrysalis to her hive as she retrieves the formula for Twilight,” she said.

“Of course,” Nightmare Moon said, standing up and bowing.

“Better than sittin' around I guess,” Molestia said, standing up and stretching.

Chrysalis nodded, standing up and bowing, leading the two clones out of the throne room while Celestia, Luna, Twilight, and Cadence discussed other matters.

After they were away, Chrysalis turned to the two clones and asked them, “Does it ever bother either of you that you don't ever seem to be included in their little 'talks?' That you seem separate from them even though we are all of equal rank?”

Nightmare Moon shook her head. “I am Luna's clone, yes, but I am my own pony. I am High Paladin of Equestria, and they were friends before I came into existence. We are making efforts to become better friends, but such things must proceed at their own pace”

Molestia chuckled. “Pretty much same as me. Nighty-Nightmare here and I consider each other sisters and get along just fine, so we have that while we work on making other friends.”

Nightmare Moon smirked. “If you'd stop scaring the guards by groping them every ten seconds, you might have an easier time of it,” she said. Molestia just blew a raspberry at her.

Chrysalis chuckled a little. “I'm serious, though. Where did you two come from? I missed out on that while trying to recover from Griffhala's attempted genocide of my kind.”

Nightmare Moon quirked an eyebrow. “Well, there's a bit of a story behind that...” she said.

Chrysalis smirked. “There always is,” she said.

Nightmare Moon chuckled. “Indeed. Anyway, I came first,” she said. “There was a cult of ponies who worshiped me and believed me to be the 'true ruler' of Equestria. They wanted me to be in charge, but thought Luna's weakness was holding me back...”

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Five years ago...

Courtyard of Canterlot Castle...

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“Behold!” intoned the brown furred, black-maned unicorn in the pale brown robes. He spread his hands wide, the townsponies that his fellow cultists had forced into the center of town shivering in fear. “Behold the end of daylight, and the rise of Eternal Night!”

He gestured behind him. Bound and shackled in the dais were Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, the six former bearers of the Elements of Harmony bound in a circle around them, the eighteen-year old Spike bound face down in front of Rarity, unable to move even to struggle. Trapped in a bubble of mystical energy was Discord, the draconequus pounding furiously against his prison, his suit in tatters from the earlier fight. A similar bubble, maintained by unicorn cultists, kept the royal guards out of the square where the citizenry of Canterlot was held hostage. Twilight Sparkle, Applejack and Rainbow Dash struggled furiously in their bonds, Rarity maintaining her usual poise but casting a vicious glare at the cult leader. Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie just cowered in their bonds, casting worried looks at Celestia and Luna, who just stared at the cult leader in a mix of worry and fear.

“Murky Miasma,” Princess Luna said, addressing the cult leader, “don't do this. Eternal Night will be the end of all life on Equestria!”

Miasma glared at her. “Then why did you seek it?”

Princess Luna shook her head, tears flowing down her face. “I was foolish. Misguided. The darkness had corrupted me.”

“BAH!” Miasma intoned, scoffing. “Spare me your lies! The noble Nightmare Moon WILL be reborn, but without your pathetic weakness!”

“Stop this before someone gets truly hurt, Murky,” Princess Celestia said, her tone somber. Miasma ignored her, pulling out a ritual knife and chanting in ancient Equestrian, reading from an ancient tome mounted on a nearby podium.

Two other cultists, carrying an armor that Luna knew all too well. “Behold the armor of Nightmare Moon,” Miasma intoned. Dark energy swirled around it, the remnants of Nightmare Moon's evil power. “Behold the remnants of our mistress which cling to this noble garb.”

Miasma went to each of the former Elements of Harmony bearers, forcing their hands out and slashing the outstretched palms with the ritual knife, making them bleed onto the helmet. When he cut Fluttershy, Discord angrily threw himself against his prison with enough force to nearly send it toppling over.

Miasma just grinned at him, and continued the ritual. “With the blood of those who once bore the Elements of Harmony, let their hold over the Nightmare be forever broken,” he said, going over to Princess Celestia. He slashed her cheek, letting her blood fall upon the helmet. Celestia flinched in pain, but didn't cry out, keeping her cold gaze fixed on the unicorn.

Miasma found himself unable to meet her eyes. But he continued the ritual nevertheless. “Let the blood of the sun empower our Mistress, so that it may never hold power over her,” he intoned, turning to Luna and repeating the motion. “Let the blood of the Moon empower our Mistress, so that it may shine with HER power forever more!”

He set the armor down, the blood stained helmet glowing. Everyone stared fearfully as Miasma began chanting in ancient Equestrian, the rest of the armor starting to glow as well. It floated up, dark energy swirling around it as it arranged itself in the positions it would be if somepony were wearing it. A vortex of pure darkness surrounded the armor, Miasma laughing triumphantly.

The darkness faded, and in its place was a dark, powerful alicorn. Blue armor, designed more for sex appeal than protection, adorned her black-coated form. Her midriff was bare, as were her hips, which allowed her Cutie Mark to be seen. A blue metal bustier covered her chest, a blue metal codpiece covering her crotch, her hands and hooves covered by stylishly armored gauntlets and pauldrons. Her eyes opened, revealing blue, catlike eyes behind her lids. She clenched her fists, muscles on her arms and legs bulging as she spread her wings widely.

“I LIVE,” she intoned, the crowd shivering in fear, the prisoners on the dais watching fearfully. The cultists whooped for joy.

Nightmare Moon stretched, working the kinks out as she slowly got used to having a body again. She turned, noticing Luna for the first time, frowning. Her cat-slitted eyes stared intently at the Moon Princess as she quirked her head to one side curiously.

Miasma laughed wildly. “Yes... She is the one who denied you your rightful throne, noble Nightmare Moon. Claim her life, and bring Night Eternal!!”

Nightmare Moon blinked. “What?” she asked, honestly confused.

“Night Eternal!” Miasma said. “The full glory and beauty of a night that will last forever, and...”

“That's stupid,” Nightmare Moon said.

The cultists all flinched, as if struck. “I-I'm sorry?” Miasma said. “Did you just say that Night Eternal was stupid?”

The trapped ponies traded confused, hopeful looks. Discord blinked, suddenly realizing what was going on, and began to laugh.

Nightmare Moon just sneered. “Without sunlight, the plantlife ponies need to survive would wither and die. Without the warmth of sunlight, the world will freeze,” Nightmare Moon explained. “Night Eternal would be genocide. And I cannot abide by that.”

Everypony watched, the Canterlot citizenry in growing hope, the cultists in growing fear, as Nightmare Moon's horn flared, breaking the bonds of everypony who had been imprisoned. The freed guards picked up lances and swords as Nightmare Moon turned to Miasma again, her face a scowl.

“In addition to that,” she said, “I'm barely a minute or so old. How does that make me worthy ruler of anything? No, my little pony.” She shook her head. “If I am to take any title at all, then let it be that of Paladin. I proclaim myself to be Defender of Equestria, and pledge my loyalty to her rightful ruler.” She looked over at Twilight and Celestia “Rulers? Forgive me, I only know what I have been told in the past minute or so.”

Princess Celestia smiled, placing her hand on Nightmare Moon's shoulder. “Time enough to clarify later,” she said., gesturing to the cultists. The guards, led by Shining Armor and supported by Applejack and Rainbow Dash, charged into the cultists and began beating the living daylights out of them, slapping them in handcuffs. Celestia grinned. “Nightmare Moon. Do you truly swear fealty to us, to Equestria?”

Nightmare Moon nodded. “I swear on this life I have gained. I see no logical reason to follow through on a plan that would harm so many,” she said.

Princess Luna sighed in relief. “Then we welcome you as family, Princess Nightmare Moon, High Paladin and Defender of the Realm,” she said, the now relieved crowd cheering wildly.

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Now...

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Chrysalis snickered. “Well, that's one for the epic fail records,” she said.

Nightmare Moon nodded. “I still protest being made a princess, but I sort of understand Celestia and Luna's logic in giving me a throne. It limits the amount of ponies trying to use me for political purposes.”

Chrysalis nodded. “Which brings me to you, Molestia,” the reformed changeling queen said. “Where did you come from?”

Molestia giggled. “Second verse, same as the first. Little bit louder and a little bit worse!” she sang, doing a gyrating dance as she walked along with her fellow princesses.

Chrysalis blinked, her eyes widening as she realized what Molestia meant. “You're kidding,” she said.

“I only wish,” Nightmare Moon and Molestia said, giggling.

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Four years ago...

Courtyard of Canterlot Castle...

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Once again, the Princesses, the Elements of Harmony, Discord, Spike, and the Royal Guard were bound. Once more the citizens of Canterlot were held hostage by cultists.

Although the circumstances now were... oddly different.

The guards, while struggling to get free, were also amused that they were in roughly the exact same positions they were before. Discord, his suit whole and untorn, casually leaned against the wall of his prison, smirking as he watched the proceedings. Fluttershy, who would normally be a bundle of nerves and shaking, was simply watching the proceedings nervously. Rainbow Dash and Applejack struggled at their bonds, but not fiercely, merely to test the strengths of the clamps holding them. Pinkie Pie hummed softly, her head bobbing back and forth as she came up with new song lyrics in her head, ignoring the gathered cultists. Rarity was looking her nails over, casting annoyed looks at the cultists. Spike didn't bother looking up this time, looking up from the tied face-down position he was in was uncomfortable. Twilight frowned at the cultists, flexing her wings uncomfortably, looking more annoyed than fearful. Nightmare Moon stood on the dais, her naked body bound shibari-style, a ballgag in her mouth. Only Princess Luna and Princess Celestia retained looks of somber concern, staring at Murky Miasma, who looked a little crazed.

The other cultists watched their leader warily as he cackled madly. “This time... THIS TIME... I'll get it right!” he said, looking through the tome he held in his hands, his hooves clopping erratically as he paced back and forth. “We shall have a Mistress of TRUE power!”

“Did you have to tie Nightmare Moon up in bondage gear?” Miasma's assistant asked, the pegasus mare scowling.

“All the better to humiliate her with!” Miasma cackled.

Nightmare Moon pushed the ballgag out of her mouth with her tongue, and said, “Actually, I kinda like it...”

Everyone stared at her with varying degrees of amusement. The black alicorn grinned sheepishly. “This is rubbing in all the right places, and...”

Miasma stuffed the ballgag into her mouth. “SILENCE!” He faced the crowd of gathered Canterlot nobility, holding up a pair of rainbow-colored panties and a large bra. “With these artifacts, we shall create a NEW Mistress! One based off of Celestia!”

Everypony stared at Celestia, who blushed brightly. “Rainbow panties, sister? Really?” Luna said, amused despite the situation.

“They're my most comfortable pair,” she admitted, blushing.

“SILENCE!” Miasma shouted, flailing the ritual knife wildly, the bound ponies flinching back away from him. Miasma took a deep breath to calm himself, and began the ritual, placing the bra and panties into a ritual bowl.

“From those who once bore the Elements of Harmony, let life come to the soul of our new Mistress,” he said, cutting the hand of each Element bearer and having them bleed onto the bra and panties. Celestia, despite the situation, felt annoyance at her favorite pair being stained like that.

“From the Moon, let her be given the passion and will to enact her every desire,” Miasma said, cutting Luna's hand and letting her bleed onto the bra and panties. Luna glared at him, Miasma just smirking back at him.

“From the Sun, let her be given flesh, a physical form to enact her will,” Miasma said, cutting Celestia's hand and letting her bleed onto the bra and panties. Celestia just stared at him sadly, silently imploring him to stop this madness.

Miasma stepped back and began chanting in ancient Equestrian again. The bra and panties floated up from the bowl, power swirling around them. A tall, buxom figure began forming as the panties began to take shape as if there was a body wearing them. In a swirl of golden light, and ending in a flash that briefly blinded everypony who was looking, this new figure was formed.

Miasma began cackling. When everyone's vision returned, they saw why.

Standing before everyone, wearing the blood-stained panties and bra, was a tall, gorgeous alicorn with an impressive bust. She was almost physically identical to Celestia, save for seemingly larger breasts, her hair being a uniform pink color, and her coat a different shade of white. Her Cutie Mark was a symbol for mares surrounded by flames. This new alicorn stretched, spreading her wings wide.

“Behold our new Mistress! The Princess of Passion and Desire! PRINCESS MOLESTIA!” Miasma proclaimed.

The captives all looked at him incredulously. His assistant glared at him. “Seriously? That's... that's what we're going with?”

“SILENCE!” Miasma bellowed.

The newly christened Princess Molestia looked herself over, purring sensually as she ran her hands down her nearly nude body. “Oh my my...” she cooed. “This does feel nice. And Molestia? I can get behind that name.”

Miasma giggled, pointing to Celestia. “She is the one upon whom your form is based, your Perversity. Do with her as you will!”

Molestia grinned, sauntering over to Celestia. Luna, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Rarity, Spike, Nightmare Moon, and Twilight began struggling in earnest to get free as Molestia put her arms around her twin, who shied away from her fearfully.

“Please... no!” Celestia pleaded.

Molestia blinked. “You don't want this?” she said, pouting a little.

Celestia shook her head fiercely. Molestia shrugged, and backed away. “Okay,” she said, smiling pleasantly whistling, rocking back and forth on her hooves. She looked down, noticing the blood on her bra and panties. “Oh ick, did somepony menstruate all over these?” she said, stripping them off and tossing them away, standing unashamedly nude before everypony.

Everypony stared at her, Miasma's jaw dropping. “But... why didn't you...” Miasma stammered.

“She said no,” Molestia said. “I'm not about to force myself on somepony who isn't going to enjoy it.”

Miasma sputtered incoherently for a moment. “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE THE PRINCESS OF PASSION AND DESIRE!”

Molestia shrugged, making her ample chest bounce. “Don't get me wrong,” she said. “I'd fuck all day and all night if given the chance. But it's just no fun unless my partner wants it too. I'm not about to rape somepony that doesn't want to have sexy times with me.”

Miasma let out a scream of frustration, yanking clumps of his mane out. Discord, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, Pinkie Pie, and Rarity collapsed with laughter. Luna, Celestia, Fluttershy, and Nightmare Moon relaxed in their bonds with relief. A thoughtful look was on Twilight's face as Miasma's assistant came over and began releasing everypony from their bonds.

“...May I see your Cutie Mark a moment?” Twilight asked, walking over to Miasma.

He pulled up his robes, showing her his Cutie Mark, an old tome with a scroll nearby showing a translation. Twilight studied it for a moment, smirking.

“There,” Miasma said. “You see? My talent, translating old texts and spells. I just don't know what went WRONG though...”

“I'm assuming your Mark is based off of your first spell that you translated?” Twilight asked, looking up and motioning for him to drop his robes.

Miasma did so, nodding. “Yes... It was an ancient spell for making bread appear from thin air. It...”

“It's mistranslated,” Twilight said.

Everypony stared at her. “W-What?” Miasma stammered.

“It's mistranslated. I know that spell. It's an old-fashioned fireworks spell. Except you mistranslated it, getting a different effect than the one that was supposed to happen. Your special talent is mistranslating,” Twilight said, unable to hide her smirk.

Discord was now doubled over with laughter. “His special talent is DOIN' IT WRONG!!” he yelled, laughing wildly, the rest of the gathered Canterlot nobles laughing as well as Miasma collapsed in a dead faint.

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Now...

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Princess Chrysalis had to lean against a wall to brace herself, so great was her hysterical laughter. “Oh... Oh, my sides! That's too good!”

Nightmare Moon and Molestia traded amused grins. “Miasma kinda lost it after that,” Molestia said. “He's at the psychiatric hospital here in Canterlot. Claims he's Grogar returned from Tambelon.”

Chrysalis cackled. “That's rich. What a buffoon,” she said. “Your dear old Dad's a moron!”

Nightmare Moon snorted. “We consider Celestia and Luna's parents to be our parents as well. Murky Miasma may have brought us into existence, but we are not kin,” she proclaimed.

Chrysalis nodded. “Fair enough,” she said. The three of them continued walking, trading amusing stories as they approached the castle hive, created in a lower level that was used as a castle dungeon. It was dank, it was dark, and it was perfect to build a hive in. Chitinous plating covered the walls, glowing orbs that radiated natural light lining the path. Comb-like chambers filled with cocoons holding criminals (thieves, thugs, and vandals) lined the walls, love energy being harvested from them and put into storage bottles. There were a few open cocoons as well, holding volunteers who allowed themselves to harvested of love energy, albeit in lesser amounts than the criminals. Changelings flitted about, bowing to the three princesses as they passed. The overall feel of the room was moist, and the two alicorns quickly felt their clothing become slightly damp in the warm air of the hive.

It was obviously smaller than the central Changeling hive, but it served well as an 'embassy' of sorts. Chrysalis led the two alicorns past the heavily muscled Changling guards, Molestia looking them over with interest.

“Maybe later,” Chrysalis admonished her. “They're on duty now.”

“They do get lunch breaks though, right?” Molestia cooed, her tail raising enticingly as she began to walk in a sashay, several Changelings blushing and watching with interest. “I'd love to take those studs and give them ALL of the 'love' they can eat.”

Chrysalis smirked at her. “Haven't you been doing so already? My assistant came into work the other day rather bow-legged and with the dopiest grin on his face.”

Molestia giggled. “He's a cute one, and a VERY 'hard' worker. You should get him something nice.”

Chrysalis laughed, Nightmare Moon rolling her eyes. Eventually, they came into a chamber that had been modified into a lab, tables and beakers and vials set up to hold various chemicals. Chrysalis went over to a small vial of steaming pink liquid, one of six, and picked it up.

“Here it is,” she said. “The Changeling fertility formula.”

Nightmare Moon nodded. “We'd best get it to Twilight, then,” the dark alicorn said.

Molestia looked at it curiously. “Can I look at it real quick?”

Chrysalis shook her head. “I'd feel better if I kept it with me. This stuff is POWERFUL,” she said. “If it got into the castle's water supply, who knows what sort of chaos would be caused by it?”

The two alicorn clones seemed to accept this, following Chrysalis out of the lab.

Once they were gone, though, a pair of mismatched eyes appeared on the wall of the lab, along with a grinning mouth. They disappeared, a doorway forming in its place as Discord, dressed in a stylish suit and tie that were a garish rainbow-colored plaid.

He picked up one of the vials of fertility formula, looking it over.

“Who knows indeed?” Discord said softly, a mischievous grin coming to his goatlike face. “Let's find out, shall we? Time to make this sucker airborne...”

He shook up the vial and popped the lid, the liquid inside turning into a clear, invisible mist and spreading throughout the castle, growing to encompass Canterlot. Discord took a second vial and teleported away with it, doing the same thing when he reappeared in Ponyville...

“Time to see what sort of madness I can create with this!” Discord crowed, already planning a way to talk Celestia out of punishing him.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Fertilizing the Fields

**CHAOTIC BREEDING SEASON

Chapter 2: Fertilizing the Fields

A bizarre My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic clopfic

by Jonathan “Fanfic Fetishist” Spires**

All characters not original copyrighted to Hasbro and used for non-profit amusement reasons. All OCs that belong to other people are copyrighted to them and used for the same reason as the official characters. All other original characters copyrighted to me unless stated otherwise.

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Evening...

The night before it begins...

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A clear, crystalline mist spread out over both Canterlot and Ponyville, the result of Discord making the super-fertility formula airborne. But as befitting Discord's chaotic nature, the mist, because of his magic, developed sentience, seeking out deliberate subjects to infect with its fertilizing power. Only those best suited to be breeders would do. And so it sought them out, the mist spreading out over them and infusing itself into their bodies.

When they woke up, they would find themselves with a new urge, a new need, one that would slowly dominate their thoughts until it was the only thing they could think. The need to breed. The sentient mist disappeared, fully merging with its victims. Everypony of breeding age would be affected by the residuals of the powerful magic, turning both towns into orgies, but only a few would be turned into breeders.

One of those was young Spike the dragon. Now 22 years of age, tall, and handsome, he now towered over most everypony in town, save for special cases like Bulk Biceps and Big Macintosh. Wings had grown in on his eighteenth birthday, giving him limited flight, his body becoming powerfully muscled as his natural draconic strength grew. As the mist settled into his body, he groaned in his sleep, his dreams suddenly filled with erotic imagery, of Rarity, of Twilight, of several other ponies in town. Dreams of soft-furred flesh pressing itself to his scales, moaning his name, begging him to bring them pleasure...

He awoke with a gasp. Panting, he chuckled a little as he remembered his dream. “Haven't had one of THOSE dreams in a while,” he said, stretching. He pulled his blanket off, deciding to see if he woke up with a boner, like he usually did after pleasant dreams like that. When he did, however...

“WHOA...” Spike said, staring down as his dual-pronged maleness. He'd woken up with a boner all right, but his cocks, while impressive (at least by stallion standards) weren't normally that long, or that thick. The fully erect lengths were now the thickness of a pony's forearm, and almost as long. In addition to that, his scrotum had enlarged as well, coming out of the slit of flesh at his crotch that normally kept it hidden. Spike, being reptilian, normally kept his manhood hidden underneath a slit of flesh that only split open to let his cocks out when aroused. Before, so long as he wasn't aroused, he could walk around naked without offending anyone. Now, though, his balls had doubled, even tripled in size to match his newly huge maleness.

“Weird...” Spike said. He shrugged, and turned to pull one of his magazines out of his dresser to help him masturbate, when he froze, blushing brightly.

Standing in the doorway, clad only in a pair of purple panties that were visibly damp with her arousal and a filmy nightgown that hung open, bearing her ample chest for all to see, was Rarity. Her normally immaculately groomed mane and tail were rumpled and out of order, Spike realizing absently that she must have come straight over to the Palace of Friendship after waking up.

“Spike... darling...” Rarity said, licking her lips. “It occurred to me this morning that I've been rather an insufferable cocktease throughout our friendship.”

Spike gulped. Part of him wanted to make a snarky remark, agreeing with her, but he realized almost immediately what his longtime crush's statement meant.

Rarity, her tail flicking back and forth, sauntered towards Spike's bed. “To be such is HIGHLY unladylike,” she said, stripping off her panties as she approached. Before Spike could say anything, Rarity was on the bed, straddling him, his dual penises fully erect before her fascinated eyes. “Magnificent...” she said. “I didn't realize... two?”

Spike nodded, gulping. “It's... It's a reptile thing,” he said, shuddering as her soft-furred hands began to caress the two immense lengths, stroking the knobby surface.

“Glorious,” Rarity said softly, the need plainly visible in her eyes. “I have a toy like this, but I'd never realized it was so... true to life...”

Spike was no fool. Over years of living with Twilight Sparkle, he'd developed a strong analytical mind. That part of his brain was wondering why Rarity was acting so lustful towards him. Why had his dicks and balls increased in size so much. How he could be fully erect with cocks that size and not be dizzy from blood loss.

That part of his brain was promptly beaten senseless with a crowbar by his libido and tossed out a window.

“You like them, huh?” Spike said in growing confidence. Rarity licked her lips again, nodding.

“I think we can skip the foreplay, don't you?” Rarity said breathily as she raised herself up, giving Spike a good view of her dripping pussy. “I need it, and Molestia knows that you WANT it, so let me...” she said, guiding Spike's dual maleness into her dripping snatch and tight ass. Spike groaned as he felt his cocks be enveloped by Rarity's holes, the unicorn gasping as the thick lengths made their way inside her.

“THERE we go...” she almost purred as she fully lowered herself onto Spike's manhood. “Oooh, that's nice... MUCH better than my toys...”

Spike shuddered softly as Rarity made herself more comfortable, the feeling of her walls pulsing around him sending surges of pleasure through the handsome young drake's body. “Rarity...”

“Yes, darling?” Rarity said, smiling warmly.

“You... You're my first...” he confessed. And she was. He'd tried to move on, telling himself that he never had a chance with her. But he still couldn't get over his affection for the fashion designer, and he'd never been able to go all the way with another mare.

Rarity's eyes widened, a grin coming over her face. “Oh dear... I really have been treating your poorly, haven't I?” she said. She traced a finger down his chest, grabbing one of his hands and bringing it up to her breast. “Well,” she said, starting to thrust her hips up and down on Spike's maleness, “I need to... oh yes... remedy that. Feel free to use me however you like, Spikey-wikey. Just so long as you... ahn... cum INSIDE me...”

Spike moaned in pleasure as Rarity bucked her hips up and down on his dual cocks. He began to respond in kind, pulling her close and kissing her passionately. His forked tongue invaded her mouth, the mare embracing him as they made love. Rarity winced as she felt Spike's lower penis thrust in and out of her ass, the fullness wonderful but the passage dry at first before his precum began to flow. Inside her pussy, his upper cock rubbed her in all the right ways, the ridged sides of his member sending little ripples of desire through her body. She cursed herself for not giving Spike what he wanted years earlier, resolving that she'd more than make up for inattentiveness to his feelings.

Just as soon as she came. Good GODS this felt glorious, feeling his cocks pounding in and out of her holes, Spike using her body for his pleasure, his every desires.

Spike, for his part, couldn't be happier if he tried. He was finally living out a wet dream he'd had ever since he was a teenager, the most beautiful mare in the world riding his cocks. He eagerly thrust them in and out of her body, moaning in pleasure as he held her close and fondled her ample butt and chest, eagerly squeezing the soft, supple-furred flesh.

“Oh yes!” Rarity moaned. “Spikey-wikey, harder! Deeper! Let me feel them all the way in me!”

Spike growled deep within his throat, primal instinct taking over as he began to rut with the willing mare even harder. He grabbed her hips and flipped her around, so that he was on top, pounding his drakehoods into his lover's cunt and ass harder and faster, sending her into raptures of pleasure.

Any pretense of ladylike manner was dispensed with as Spike began to fuck her ever more fiercely, Rarity wrapping her legs around Spike to hold him closer “Ah! Ah! Yes, Spike! Ah!! Fuck! AAAAHHHH!!!” the unicorn moaned as she hit her climax, her fluids gushing out over Spike's upper cock as she came hard. The pulsing around him made Spike come a moment later, the dragon letting out a roar of desire as his thick, hot cum gushed into both of Rarity's holes.

Spike kept thrusting for several moments before he finally stopped, both lovers coming down from their respective climaxes as they relaxed against each other, basking in the warmth of each other's bodies.

But the fertility magic inside them wouldn't be denied for long, wouldn't be content. Spike kissed Rarity lovingly, and slowly, reluctantly pulled out of her, Rarity letting out a squeak of pleasure from the motion. The magic that had taken control of him was guiding him elsewhere. He sniffed the air, catching the scent of another mare in the castle, and stomped off.

“Spike want,” he rumbled, disappearing through his bedroom door. Rarity pouted, watching him go. But like Spike, the fertility magic had taken over her as well. She needed more men to fuck her, more stallions to shoot their sticky baby-goo inside her eager and oh-so-willing marehood...

She began sniffing the air ferally, as Spike did earlier, scenting another nearby man who had been affected by the fertility magic. She went over to the window, and looked around at the tableau below the castle.

Ponies everywhere were having sex. Mares and stallions, stallions and stallions, mares and mares... Ponyville had become an orgy. The only ones not having sex were the youngest ponies (a still coherent part of Rarity's increasingly lust addled brain realized this), anypony fifteen or younger. Later, Twilight would discover that the fertility magic HAD affected them, putting them in a magical, stasis-like sleep for the duration of this so that they wouldn't be traumatized by seeing every adult in town rutting like jackrabbits.

But she didn't care about that. She sniffed the air, looking for the scent of the stallion she detected. She found him, finally, rutting Milky Way near the guard fence surrounding the castle, her milk truck idling nearby.

The yellow-coated unicorn groaned in lust, her huge, milk-laden breasts sloshing and spurting milk with each thrust Thunderlane made into her eager sex. The milkpony, who's special talent was producing all-natural milk in her breasts, was moaning in pleasure as the charcoal-black pegasus rutted her hard. Neither of them understood why they were so horny, but the need was there and they weren't about to deny it.

Rarity watched them hungrily, her tail flicking back and forth eagerly as she watched Thunderlane's enlarged cock pump in and out of the horny milkmare, her normally elegantly-styled man disheveled from the rough sex. Rarity knew she had to have that delicious hunk of stallionmeat inside her snatch, but she didn't want to interrupt them. For some odd reason, she felt it was important that Thunderlane get his seed inside of her...

With a cry of pleasure from Milky Way and a low, grunting moan from Thunderlane, both of them climaxed, Milky Way's seed gushing out over Thunderlane's maleness. The stallion's body shuddered as he emptied his own massive load into Milky Way's marehood, the milkmare groaning in delight and slumping over.

Rarity bit her lip, admiring the display. She reached down with one hand, idly scooping up some of Spike's thick seed as it oozed down her leg. She licked it off of her fingers, groaning at the heady taste.

“More...” she said softly. She got up onto the windowsill and jumped down, silently grateful that Twilight had taught her how to levitate herself. A soft aura of magic surrounded her as she floated down to the ground, Thunderlane pulling out of Milky Way's sex, leaving the milkmare a quivering mess.

“Up for another?” Rarity said. “I'd hate to see a handsome stallion such as yourself go without getting everything he needs.”

Thunderlane licked his lips as he looked over Rarity's gorgeous body. Her gown had been ripped off during her earlier lovemaking with Spike, leaving the fashionista gloriously nude. He noticed the cum running down her legs and grinned. “Heh. Looks like you already had a little fun,” he teased.

“Spikey-wikey and I had some consummation just now,” Rarity said, smirking. “It turns out my well-hung young dragon has a double-pronged cock and is MORE than capable of making me moan like a whore. Think you can match up with him?” As she spoke, she sauntered up to him, pressing her ample chest up against his muscular one, one hand stroking his still-erect member.

Thunderlane grinned at the challenge. He normally detested sloppy seconds, but for some reason he felt that just didn't matter right now. The only thing that mattered was getting as much of his cum in as many mares' bellies as he could. And for some reason, only certain mares felt 'right' to him.

Rarity was definitely one of the ones who felt 'right.' He smirked, pulling her close to him. “Let's find out,” he said. “I'm not about to let some dragon KID outdo me.”

“That's the spirit,” Rarity cooed. She turned to look at Milky Way, who had been watching the exchange with amusement while catching her breath. “You going to be all right, darling?”

Milky Way chuckled, getting back into her truck, not bothering to dress again, throwing her pants and apron on the seat. “I've had my fun with him, Rarity darling,” she said in her cultured voice. “I have some deliveries to make.” And more stallions to have deliver their cream into me, she thought absently, blushing excitedly at the thought as she drove off for Sugarcube Corner, leaving Thunderlane and Rarity to their fun.

Meanwhile, back in the castle, Sunset Shimmer was busily working away at the magitech computer in Twilight Sparkle's office. The reformed villainess had been one of Twilight's secondary assistants ever since she had come back from the other world, making amends with Princess Celestia. One of her greatest contributions since then was the inventing of both computers (both desktop and laptop) and the internet.

To her frustration, though, as soon as computers and the Internet became widespread, almost immediately porn began to be uploaded. Homemade movies, stories, artwork that ranged from exquisite masterpieces to really fucking creepy to laughably poor, all of it showed up alongside the normal stuff.

Somethings never changed from world to world.

And, quite frankly, it wasn't helping Sunset's current position all that much.

The golden-furred unicorn with the fiery mane had woken up absurdly horny, as if she was in estrus. And masturbating only seemed to make it worse. But it was the only thing she could think of to do right now.

“F-Fuck...” Sunset moaned, trying desperately to get off, teasing and stroking her clitoris and cuntlips desperately as her juices flowed steadily onto the office chair. A burned out vibrator lay nearby, having been overworked to destruction and no result. “Damn it...” She moaned, giving up. “I gotta find a stallion...”

“Stallion can wait. DRAGON is here,” came a growling voice. Sunset looked up with a start, seeing Spike looking in the doorway, a lusty grin on his face, his two massive cocks preceding him, pointing directly at Sunset. The unicorn went wide-eyed as she looked at Spike's expansive members. She'd heard of toys like that, but an actual sex organ?

“Spike want...” the dragon growled, sniffing the air, the scent of Sunset Shimmer's arousal making his need even more intense. “Sunset want?”

Sunset Shimmer stared at Spike for a long moment. She calmly, slowly, turned off the laptop computer and set it aside, on one of the upper cabinets. She then roughly swept everything else off of the desk and sat down on it, spreading her legs and bearing her dripping sex for Spike to see.

She licked her muzzle, grinning. “Better believe I fuckin' want, dragon boy,” she said. “C'mon. Let's see if you can break this table just by fucking me hard enough.”

Spike growled lustfully. “Challenge accepted,” he said, grinning as he went over to mount the eager mare.

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Applejack woke up horny. Absurdly horny, as if she was in estrus.

It wasn't a pleasant feeling. The muscular, orange-furred mare had wanted to go to the hospital in town and get checked out, so she put on a short-sleeved flannel shirt (she only wore a bra when working the fields, not wanting her massive chest to bounce around), a pair of jean shorts, and started to go into town, only to find that everyone had begun fucking themselves silly. Stunned by the tableau, she hadn't noticed herself walking into town on her own until it was almost too late.

She shook her head, more than a little nervous. It was as if something was drawing her into town.

She shook her head, idly adjusting her stetson hat as she jogged back to the farm.

“Don't really figure how all this started,” she muttered. Her legs, thick with muscle from years of applebucking, pumped steadily, her wide hips tightly hugged by her shorts and panties, which were absurdly uncomfortable right now due to her growing need. “Gotta hide until this passes, or ah can get t'Twilight, Trixie, or Sunset...” The alicorn and two unicorns were the town's resident magical experts. If they couldn't find something, then she didn't know what she'd do.

For now, though, she'd go back to the farm and try to work some of this stress off. She hated to admit it, but she was almost glad that Granny Smith had finally died (peacefully and in her sleep, thankfully) last year. She wouldn't want her rambunctious Granny to see her like this.

She cast a glance back at the Palace of Friendship, looming over the Ponyville skyline. She shook her head, chuckling. It had been so long ago since the Palace appeared, after their defeat of Tirek. So much had happened since then...

She shook her head, and returned her attention to the road. Her tail flicked back and forth nervously as she adjusted her shorts, wishing she'd taken Rarity up on her offer to buy her some 'toys' of her own. She'd never had a heat this bad before, and never had one out of season before.

And it may have been her imagination, but she could swear that she was just getting wetter and wetter.

Huffing in frustration, she started heading back for the farmhouse. She'd use one of the wooden spoons in the kitchen if she had to, but damned if she was going to get sucked into the orgy in town. She pushed open the door, and froze in place when she saw Apple Bloom having sex, the young mare bent over a table and moaning in pleasure as her lover rode her hard, her overalls down around her ankles.

It wasn't Apple Bloom having sex that was the problem. The young mare was twenty now, an apprentice mechanic ever since she got her cutie mark. She was more than welcome to have fun with any stallion or mare she chose, so long as she did it responsibly.

And it wasn't her having sex in the kitchen that was the trouble. Lord knows that Applejack herself had been taken over that table in the past.

No, the problem is that the stallion currently pounding his absurdly thick and long manhood into Apple Bloom's dripping snatch, making her moan in pleasure, was her big brother, Big Macintosh.

The titanic Earth pony's face was contorted in pleasure, a groan escaping his muzzle as he fucked his little sister, his thrusts so hard they were pushing the table forward a little bit each time. Applejack, stunned, could only watch as Apple Bloom let out a cry of pleasure, her marehood gushing fluids out over her brother's cock. A few thrusts later, Big Macintosh came as well, his seed gushing out into Apple Bloom's eager womb. So much seed did he pump into her that Apple Bloom's belly started to bulge.

“Oh mah stars...” Applejack said softly, falling to her knees in shock.

Big Macintosh turned, noticing his other sister for the first time. He kissed Apple Bloom, the young mare grinning softly. With some effort, he managed to pull his flared cock out of Apple Bloom, nodding to Applejack.

“Ah take it y'all saw,” Big Macintosh said as Apple Bloom turned around, sitting on one of the kitchen cares and idly scooping some cum out of her still dripping sex.

Applejack nodded. “Y'own sister...” she said softly, shaking her head.

Big Macintosh shook his head. “Ah don't know how t'explain it,” he said. “Ah just woke up, ah saw Apple Bloom... and ah just knew that ah had t'get mah seed in her. Had t'fuck her, cum inside her. Dunno why, but danged if it don't feel good.”

Apple Bloom giggled, nodding in agreement.

Applejack grimaced. She found herself unable to look away from Big Macintosh's cock, still drooling cum, still slick with her younger sister's fluids. “Ah just... Mac, you cain't tell me that y'all have forgotten the stories they tell about us, about us bein' incestuous inbred hillbillies,” she managed after a moment, shaking her head. It was one of the most insulting things she had ever heard, and it had led to more than one fight, usually with Rainbow Dash and/or Pinkie Pie (and sometimes Rarity) pitching in to help Applejack.

Big Macintosh scowled, nodding. He'd been in some of those fights himself. “Ah remember. But dang it, Applejack,” he said, “that just don't seem t'matter now.”

Applejack gulped nervously. Big Macintosh smiled. He could smell his sister's need. “Ah know y'all can feel it, Applejack,” Apple Bloom said softly. “The need's there. And Big Macintosh is one of th'only ponies in town that can satisfy it.”

“It ain't nopony's business but ours what we do with each other,” Big Macintosh said. “Yes, it ain't exactly right t'have sex with yer kin. But that don't matter now, does it sis?”

Applejack licked her lips slowly, staring at her brother's cock. She began to crawl towards her brother, her body moving almost unconsciously.

Big Macintosh grinned. “It's all right,” he said. “Ah'll take care of you. Just do what y'want, and don't let thoughts of the jerks in down keep y'from doin' what makes y'feel good.”

The muscular farmgirl moaned softly as she took her brother's cock in hand. She opened her mouth wide, engulfing his cockhead, Big Macintosh groaning in lust as her tongue slurped all over his maleness, tasting the mixed fluids from her younger sister and older brother. Her tongue worked his massive shaft lovingly, tracing swirls around the length.

“Ngh...” Big Macintosh groaned. “Careful there, sugarcube. 'Less you want mah first load t'go on y'face instead of in y'cooch.” Apple Bloom giggled at the dirty expression.

Applejack flinched, as if struck. She nodded, and undid her top, baring her large, orange-furred breasts, too large for any bra outside of custom orders. She pulled down her hip-hugging shorts and white-cotton panties, now drenched from her arousal, and set them aside. Moaning softly, she let Big Macintosh pick her up and lay her down on the table he had just been fucking Apple Bloom on, spreading her legs and gently guiding his cock inside her, shuddering in pleasure at the tightness.

“That's it...” Big Macintosh said, shuddering in pleasure as he started to slide his massive member in and out of his younger sister. “Just let me take care of you, make y'feel good...”

“Ah...” Applejack gasped. “Yes... Big Mac...” She moaned, clutching herself tightly to her brother as he started to get a steady rhythm going, each thrust into her dripping sex sending her into raptures of pleasure. She had never been so filled before, her brother's thick length filling her marehood completely.

And in her mind, something important began to change. She remembered all the rumors spread about her and her family. All the dirty lies and rude remarks. And all of a sudden, none of them seemed to matter to her. They were a family. She loved the stallion on top of her, thrusting his maleness in and out of her tightly stretched sex. And all of the insulting words were just that: words. Meaningless sound that only held as much value as she gave them.

She loved her brother. She needed him, needed him inside her, needed to feel his seed in her belly. And to Tartarus with what anypony else thought.

“L-Love you, Big Mac...” Applejack moaned, her massive breasts bouncing with each thrust into her muscular body.

Big Mac shuddered. “L-Love you too, sis,” he groaned. The stallion had been more than a little confused by his sudden need to have sex with his sisters, but it all seemed so natural. An extension of how much he already cared about them. When Apple Bloom had started sucking his dick earlier, he hadn't resisted, loving the feel of her mouth on his maleness. It had just felt too good, just like now.

And he wasn't about to question doing what felt good, especially if he was doing it with his beloved sisters.

“Ngh...” Big Macintosh grunted, feeling a strong surge of pleasure building up inside him. “Gonna... cum...”

“Me too...” Applejack moaned, her entire body feeling electrified with pleasure. “Cum inside me... Please, shoot it in me, ah need t'feel your seed inside me!”

Big Macintosh groaned, feeling his cockhead flare as his seed gushed from his massive member, practically pouring into Applejack. The orange mare's cunt clenched around her brother's cock, her own fluids gushing out as Applejack let out an ecstatic yell, pleasure surging throughout her body.

Apple Bloom watched with glee as Big Macintosh fucked Applejack with everything he had. It turned her on greatly, although she didn't bother masturbating. She had found out quickly that morning that all it did was make things worse.

For Apple Bloom's part, she barely understood what was going on. And didn't really care at this point. She woke up horny and her brother more than satisfied her. For the moment, anyway. She could feel the need growing again, and she needed someone other than Big Macintosh to fill it.

As Big Macintosh and Applejack finished up, kissing passionately, Apple Bloom stood up and trotted out the door, not bothering to get dressed again. She knew that Diamond Tiara was hosting a reunion for Cheerilee's old class, and that she had an open invitation. (Diamond's father had forced her to invite the Crusaders, something which amused her greatly.) And some of her old male classmates, she knew, had become quite the hunks since they were all foals...

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Cheese Sandwich and Pinkie Pie were having the time of their lives. Ponyville had been host to a week long Summer Festival, and the two had been specifically chosen to host it, the Princesses giving them almost unlimited funds. It had been spectacular, and had even drawn in some of the most famous ponies in Canterlot, including Sapphire Shores, Photo Finish, Hoity Toity, Prince Blueblood (which was a surprise to everypony; even more surprising is the fact that he was behaving himself), Fancy Pants and his wife, former fashion model Fleur-de-Lis. Pinkie and Cheese had also booked Vinyl Scratch to DJ the event, Vinyl bringing along her wife Octavia, the cellist proving to be quite the party animal herself.

(Pinkie had suspected as much when Octavia had gotten her band to play the Pony Pokey for her at the Grand Galloping Gala fiasco. It was nice to have her theory confirmed.)

The party had so far been a complete success. The famous ponies were getting along great with the Ponyville townies. The music had been fantastic, and everypony had danced the night away.

And then, the next morning, they all fucked.

Cheerilee was being taken by four of her old students. Pipsqueak was currently pounding his stallionhood into her dripping sex, the former runt now tall and buff, having been training with Buff Biceps. Truffle Shuffle was taking her from behind, the obese chef moaning in lust as he pounded his former teacher's ass. Rumble was getting a blowjob from Cheerilee, the teacher eagerly slurping and sucking at her former student's length, while giving a handjob to Featherweight, who was taking pictures of the whole ordeal even as he shuddered in pleasure from Cheerilee's hands stroking and rubbing his dick.

Nearby, Snips and Snails were taking turns with Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon, the two normally haughty heiresses moaning in lust as they lay over a table, the two young stallions eagerly humping them.

Hoity Toity had gotten Mayor Ivory Scroll up against a wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded his cock in her dripping pussy.

Sapphire Shores and Photo Finish were double-teaming a confused (but most definitely enjoying himself) Caramel, the pop star and fashion photographer expertly pleasuring the farmer with their tongues.

Zecora and Donut Joe were having a warm, intimate session in the park, Joe feeding Zecora his trademark donuts even as they made love to one another.

Time Turner was busily fucking Derpy outside what looked to be a blue phonebox, the cross-eyed mailmare even more crosseyed from how much pleasure she was in. Sparkler and Dinky lay nearby, both of them having had their turns with Time Turner and cuddling as they watched their mother have her fun.

Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich had never really been a part of a sex party before. (Cheese thought such things were called orgies. Pinkie Pie noted that orgy sounded like a short version of Organization. The two of them then spent ten minutes thinking giggling as they took the names of official groups that had Organization in the title and made them all 'orgies.') But if there was a party to be had of ANY kind, Pinkie and Cheese were game for it.

Plus, the fact that the two of them were legitimately fond of each other made having sex a natural next step in their friendship.

“Ah! Yes! Cheesy!! More!” Pinkie moaned, her breasts bouncing with each thrust as she gripped her bedsheets tightly. Cheese Sandwich lay on top of her, bucking his enhanced member into her tight marehood over and over again, the young party planner moaning in pleasure as he fucked his beautiful marefriend.

With a cry of pleasurte, they both came at once, Cheese's seed gushing inside Pinkie as her own fluids coated his stallionhood. They collapsed on top of each other, both with happy grins on their faces.

“Wowwy wow wow!” Pinkie panted, giggling and kissing Cheese happily. “That was great!”

“And here I've been told your first time wouldn't be any good!” Cheese said, chuckling. “That was fantastic!”

Pinkie blinked. “I was your first sexy lover?” she asked, wide-eyed.

Cheese nodded, smiling.

Pinkie grinned, hugging him and kissing him passionately. “You were mine, too!” she said. She had been a bit worried at first when she had felt her hymen tear, but after that, it had been nothing but good times as they made love.

Cheese grinned. “Really?! Oh wow, that's awesome! And I'm so glad you were my first, Pinkie Pie!” he said, Pinkie returning the sentiment with a passionate kiss.

The two embraced, cuddling in close to each other. Reluctantly, Cheese pulled out of Pinkie Pie's snatch with a wet shlurping sound that left both party ponies giggling, the two of them snuggling in close to each other. The two of them looked out the window at all of the sex going on, not sure what was going on, but enjoying it nevertheless.

“What do you think made some of the guys' 'party rods' grow all huge?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“I don't know,” Cheese Sandwich admitted, looking down at his own 'party rod' with a smirk. “But I wanna throw them the biggest thank you party I can manage.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said a voice from behind them.

Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich turned around, sniffing the air unconsciously. Carrot and Cup Cake stood in the doorway to Pinkie's room, naked and smirking.

Pinkie grinned. “Hi Mister and Missus Cake!” she said.

Carrot Cake chuckled. “Me and the Missus were having some fun of our own, and decided we wanted to bring you two youngsters in on it.”

Cup nodded, licking her lips as she admired Cheese's impressive rod, as large as her husband's impressive length. “I hope you two aren't too tired,” she said. “Because we're still ready for more.”

Pinkie giggled. “What do ya say, Cheesy? Up for helping my bosses have a good time?” she said.

Cheese laughed. “Sure, why not?”

The Cakes grinned, and climbed into Pinkie's bed with the two lovers. It was an extra large bed, Pinkie ordering it specifically for its 'jumping space,' and had more than enough room for the four of them.

Cup Cake kissed Cheese passionately. “I'm surprised a handsome fellow like you was a virgin before now,” she said.

Cheese blushed. “I'm not that kind of party pony, Mrs. Cake,” he said, his eyes drawn to Cup's plump, matronly bosom. “Well... not until today, it seems. Heh.”

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Meanwhile...

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Rainbow Dash crashed through her third 'junk cloud,' spare clouds set aside that had no purpose, the rainbow-maned mare grumbling in frustration as the cooling waters splashed over her without doing anything to relieve the burning in her loins.

“It's not even my season,” she muttered. “Why am I in heat?”

She shook her head, silently glad she had decided to forgo clothes today. Water from the cloud sluiced down her flat-chested, athletically built frame as she flapped about, trying to think of a way to beat her heat. She was, unfortunately, not one for ideas based on medical knowledge. Normally, in her usual heat, she would simply either isolate herself in her cloud house for a week or, if she was lucky, find a stallion that was willing to go for a week-long non-committal romp. Something that had gotten much easier since she was promoted to the primary Wonderbolts team.

Now, though, things had gotten weird. She had gone into town, looking for Zecora's shop (the zebra had moved into town in the past year, opening a store to sell her potions), only to find that the whole town had become an orgy. NOT really conducive to finding help in her current condition. Although she had to admit seeing Scootaloo making out with some of her former male classmates was a bit entertaining.

She just couldn't escape the feeling that Discord was somehow responsible for all this nonsense.

Giving up on home remedies and resolving to pay attention to Twilight the next time she went on a lecture about anatomy. The only time she truly paid attention to one of Twilight's sciency lectures before was when she was given the tattoo on her wrist that allowed her to teleport back to her fellow Elements of Harmony at any time, given when she went on her first tour with the Wonderbolts.

She smiled down at the tattoo, silently grateful that she had gotten it. It had allowed her to teleport from Manehattan, going back to the others immediately when Sombra came back to life again, allowing them to access the Rainbow Power and pacify the conqueror.

“My friends...” she said softly, getting an idea. Fluttershy did a lot of work with Zecora, gathering potions in the Everfree forest. Maybe the Fluttershy had some potions that would help beat her growing need.

She flew over to Fluttershy's cottage, only to find the absolute last thing she expected: Fluttershy getting fucked in both the pussy and ass by Iron Will and Bulk Biceps.

Fluttershy moaned delightedly as the two of them pumped in and out of her, her huge chest jiggling as she was fucked by the two buff males, both of them grunting and groaning as their massive members pounding Fluttershy's holes.

“Yes! Yes!! YES! MORE!!” Fluttershy moaned, Rainbow Dash's jaw dropping in shock as her normally shy, easily embarrassed friend moaned lustfully underneath the ministrations of the two massive males.

“Sweet Molestia's candy vag...” Rainbow Dash muttered, unable to look away.

Fluttershy's curvaceous body was impaled on the two cocks, her wide hips easily accepting the two enhanced members as minotaur self-help expert (in front) and bodybuilder pegasus (in back) pounded away in alternating rhythm. It was fascinating to watch, and impossibly arousing.

Fluttershy's face was a mask of pleasure as she hit her climax, letting out a yowl of lust, both Iron Will and Bulk Biceps came a moment later, all three of them letting out a cry of “YEEEAAAHHH!!!”

The two males didn't pull out, grinning widely.

“Wow, Fluttershy!” Bulk said. “That was... YEEAAAH!!”

Fluttershy giggled, nuzzling him. “Thanks a bunch, guys,” she said softly. “I really needed that.”

Iron Will snorted, smirking. “When you've got a mare that's willing, show them that you're the one most thrilling!”

Fluttershy grinned, tracing a finger down Iron Will's chest. But it wasn't her normal, bashful grin. This one was sultry and lustful, almost predatory. “I do so hope you boys aren't through yet,” she said, bizarrely still using her normal gentle tones. “Because I feel I could go another round. Would you mind switching places?”

Iron Will smirked at Bulk Biceps. “What do you say, big guy?”

Bulk Biceps let out another excited “YEEAAAH!!”

Rainbow Dash, watching all this, felt something glitch inside her brain as the two males switched positions and started up again, Fluttershy letting out adorable moans of pleasure. She looked around, seeing all of Fluttershy's animals rutting as well. Her mind drifted back to what she saw in town, including Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich having sex with the cakes, Thunderlane and Rarity having fun together, Cheerilee getting willingly gangbanged by her students, and Applejack seducing Hoity Toity after he had finished banging the mayor.

She shook her head, grumbling. “Oh for crying out loud,” she muttered. “Why am I the only one not getting laid?!”

She took off, zipping away as she looked for a stallion to rut her into the ground. Thankfully, she found one quickly. She spotted Soarin laying on a large cloud, busily thrusting away into Spitfire's pussy. Nearby, Fleetfoot and Lightning Dust both were making out, both of them having already been fucked silly beforehand.

Rainbow Dash smirked. She arrived just as Soarin finished, Spitfire letting out a cry of pleasure as Soarin's load shot into her. He grinned, setting the tired, happy Spitfire down near Fleetfoot and Lightning Dust.

“Hey, handsome,” she said.

Soarin turned, grinning widely when he spotted Rainbow Dash. “Whew! And here I thought I'd run out of Wonderbolts to fuck.”

“You got one more, big guy,” Rainbow Dash said, licking her lips as she admired Soarin's still erect member. VERY big, she thought. I don't remember him being this big last time we all showered together. Not that I'm complaining.“You think you got enough for a fourth?”

Soarin grinned at the challenge. “Oh trust me, Dashie,” he said. “I got more than enough to leave you 'soarin.'”

The three already-fucked mares groaned, Rainbow Dash facepalming. “You're lucky I'm horny enough to ignore that pun,” she said, landing on the cloud and pushing him down to his back. She smirked as she straddled him, and said, “Brace yourself. 'Cause if you're done in ten seconds flat, we're gonna have some problems.”

Soarin just grinned.

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Later that evening...

Canterlot...

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Five stallions and one hulking dragon sat in a lounge. One of the stallions was unconscious, moaning to himself as he lay on the floor of the lounge, an icepack over his crotch. The other five males were also holding ice packs over their crotches, groaning in pain from their overworked manhoods but still looking pleased nevertheless.

“So... wait,” the youngest of the group, Pipsqueak, said as he adjusted the ice pack on his crotch. “The whole reason everypony started going sex crazy and all was because of some hyper fertility formula of Princess Chrysalis's?”

Shining Armor, the physically largest stallion of the group (in both cock size and musculature) nodded, wincing a little as he readjusted his icepack. “I'm afraid so. Candace told me about it yesterday. We meant to use it as a way of creating surrogate mothers to help the Crystal Empire. Sombra accidentally cursed them all with sterility. We MEANT for it to be a volunteer basis, though, not all this nonsense...”

Pipsqueak frowned. He remembered feeling compelled to leave Ponyville after having sex with Dinky, Cheerilee, Nurse Tenderheart, and Sweetie Belle, getting on a train with Prince Blueblood and meeting up with the Princesses. After making love to Princess Luna and Princess Nightmare Moon, he had come to his senses, his intense arousal replaced with an intense aching in his overworked stallion parts.

“I'm gonna be a dad six times over,” Pipsqueak said, not sure what to think about that.

“Could be worse,” said a pegasus guardsman, gesturing to the dragon in a corner. “You could be like Spike here. The stud.”

Spike growled. “Shut up, Flash... I can't believe I had sex with seventy-one mares... in a single day...” Spike moaned, around six ice packs on his massive dual-pronged maleness, his greed growth having made him huge.

“And you're gonna be one of the MANY fathers of their babies, champ,” Nightlight said, idly drinking a bottle of beer. Spike groaned, leaning up against the nearby wall.

“Dad, please...” Shining Armor said, grimacing. “We're all feeling awkward about all of this...”

“Except for dear old Prince Blueblood,” Nightlight said, nudging the unconscious Prince with a hoof. “Ya bum. You think he'd never had to bang seven ultimately powerful mares in rapid succession! We all stayed conscious. Hell, Shining and I both went with all seven of them! And that was AFTER having a rather lovely threesome with Shining's mother!

“Wait...” Flash Sentry said, the guard wincing as he got some more ice for a new ice pack, “If we were all affected by a hyper-fertility formula, that means every we had sex with got pregnant, right? Even the ones who were already pregant got our kids in them too.”

“That's right, Flash,” Nightlight said, taking a swig of his beer.

“So that means...” Flash said, frowning.

Shining nodded, scowling. “Yes, Flash, I knocked up my own mother. And my sister. Among others. Thank you for bringing up that rather uncomfortable fact. Now would you please shut up?”

Flash winced. “Sorry, sorry...” he said. “This has just been a very weird day...”

“You've no idea, kid,” Spike muttered. “What are we going to do about Discord?”

Pipsqueak blinked. “Wait, Discord? That nice dragonequus that Fluttershy hangs out with?”

Every other male in the room save for the unconscious Blueblood stared at him. Pipsqueak blushed. “Well... He's nice now, anyway. Helped Dinky and I go on a real pirate adventure when we were foals.”

Flash looked thoughtful. “Are we even sure it's him? This is rather subtle, considering some of his other pranks.” He thought about it for a moment, and amended, “Well, subtle by comparison.”

“It also makes no damn sense,” Shining said. “I did an analysis on the vial the formula was released from. There's strong traces of chaos magic on it, and evidence that the formula was made semi-sentient, specifically picking males to enhance and females to make fertile. It's random, bizarre, makes no damn sense, and is just WEIRD that he'd pick this to mess with.”

Flash chuckled. “Well, when you put it like that, it does make sense...”

“You ponies have been a terrible influence on me,” said a voice from behind the bar. Everyone who was still awake whirled, seeing Discord standing there in a bartender's suit, idly cleaning a glass. The draconequus smirked at them all, and added, “I've found ways to make sense through nonsense.”

Shining Armor scowled. “Discord...” he muttered. “Proud of yourself?”

“Quite so,” Discord said, grinning. “Such DELIGHTFUL chaos I've created. I was a little surprised by the fact that I was affected also, but I made the best of it and had a little fun with Fluttershy this afternoon.”

“Great,” Nightlight muttered, sipping at his beer. “Now YOU are gonna be a father too.”

“Yep yep yep!” Discord cackled. “Congratulate me boys, I've got a lovely bunch of draconequsususes on the way!” He paused for a moment. “Draconequusi? Pegaquuses? Ah, who cares?” He cackled again, very pleased with himself. “The question remains, why are you lot still sane and not lost in lust?”

Shining gestured absently in the direction of the throne room. “Six alicorns and a Changeling Queen can take a lot out of you. Instead of being fucked senseless, we were fucked back to our senses.”

“Except for Prince Wussboy,” Nightlight said, kicking the unconscious Blueblood again.

“Dad, quit it,” Shining growled. Nightlight, thoroughly drunk by now, just snickered.

Discord laughed as well, mixing Nightlight a cocktail. The glass appeared after he finished pouring the fruity alcoholic beverage. Nightlight raised the glass as it finished forming, chuckling. “Cheers, boys! To fatherhood!”

Flash rolled his eyes. Pipsqueak chuckled. Spike just groaned, wondering if cocks could bruise.

Discord poured a drink for himself, and raised his glass as well, drinking the glass and turning the cocktail into flying cheese sandwiches, which disappeared into an air conditioning vent. “Well boys,” the draconequus said, changing back into his usual gaudy suit, “as much as I'd love to stay and make fun of you some more, I have some fading chaos to enjoy. Ta!” He started out of the lounge...

...running right into a gloriously nude Princess Molestia, a predatory grin on her face.

“Gotcha!” she said, the naked princess manifesting a rope with her magic and tying Discord up with it. “Time to help us have a little fun, studly! You caused this mess, so you're gonna help finish it!”

“Whu...” Discord stammered, “Wait a minute! Why are you coherent enough to cast magic!? You're awfully put together for someone who should be completely lust crazed by now!”

Molestia cackled evilly. “Dumbass! Constantly horny and thinking about sex is my DEFAULT STATE OF MIND!!” she said.

Before Discord could reply, Molestia's horn flared, the two of them vanishing.

“Instant karma,” Nightlight said with a smirk.

“Godspeed, brave soul,” Spike said, remembering a quote from one of Twilight's philosophy books.

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Throne Room...

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Discord, still wrapped up in Molestia's enchanted rope, blinked as the flash of teleportation faded. He looked up at the throne room and eeped in fright at what he saw there.

Celestia sat on the central throne like a supervillain, an almost feral Twilight Sparkle and Cadence clinging to her legs, Celestia idly stroking Twilight's hair as she rested her cheek on her other hand. Chrysalis perched on top of the throne, hissing bestially as she looked them over. Luna and Nightmare Moon both stalked nearby, dark guards to the celestial beauty sitting in front of them, predatory grins on their faces.

Cadence sniffed the air, staring at Discord. “I smell male... breeder male...”

“More...” Twilight said, whickering, “Need more...”

Molestia grinned. “I brought more, ladies! You were right, it was him. I heard him admit it to the guys that were resting up in the bar,” she said.

“Excellent work, Molestia,” Celestia said, grinning demonically. “Bring him here. Time to work this fool's boner to the bone.”

Discord yelped as Molestia yanked him forward. “N-Now, just wait one damn minute!” he protested.

“Forget it,” Luna said. “You've used ponies as tools for far too long.”

“Indeed,” said Nightmare Moon. “Time for you to be used as a toy yourself.”

Discord's eye twitched. For the sake of his many friendships, he put up with a lot. But he had NEVER fully gotten along with any of the princesses. And damned if he was going to end the night with an ice pack on his crotch like the losers in the lounge downstairs.

“Fine,” Discord snarled. “You want to play? Then we'll play. But we're going to do it MY WAY!” With a roar, he burst the magical rope Molestia had summoned, knocking the lustful, pink-haired princess on her rump. His body grew twice as muscular, tearing through his shirt and pants. And at his crotch, his cock glowed and expanded, becoming a thick, writhing mass of tentacles.

The princesses stared in shock and desire, their jaws dropped. Luna and Nightmare Moon traded high fives.

“Now it's time for Fun Times with Discord!” the draconequus said, his tentacle-cocks shooting forward and entrapping all seven princesses, carrying them into the air. Legs were spread apart as tentacles forced themselves into dripping wet cunts, tight, gripping asses, and eager mouths as Discord went to work on the seven powerful princesses.

“We'll see who outlasts who!” Discord crowed as he went to work. “We'll see who's too sore to move once I'm done!”

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Three hours later...

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“Well, what did you expect?” Shining Armor said. “Trying to take on all seven at once. Sweet Celestia, what stupidity.”

“S-Shut up,” Discord sulked, holding a block of permafrost to his aching crotch. He pouted in a corner, not facing any of the other stallions.

Spike snickered. “Still, I gotta admit the tentacles were a nice effort,” he said.

“Honestly, I always thought that was kinda stupid,” Nightlight said absently. “Those tentacle demons from the Neighponese porny cartoons. I mean, attacking an armed woman with your crotch? The only reason they got away with it is because it was a porn!”

“We can discuss logic in animation later,” Shining Armor said. “Right now, the princesses have finally been satiated so we all can get some rest. We have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow to several mares...”

TO BE CONTINUED...

Beginning Bulges (contains mention of Futa)

**CHAOTIC BREEDING SEASON

Chapter 3: Beginning Bulges

A bizarre My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic clopfic

by Jonathan “Fanfic Fetishist” Spires**

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Ponyville...

Palace of Friendship...

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Sunset Shimmer groaned in irritation as the sun shone through the window. Her horn flared briefly, the curtains slamming shut as she rolled over in bed. She started to drift off again when a pillow struck her.

“Huh? Wha!?” Sunset stammered as she shot upright, looking around. She spotted Trixie standing near the door, a pillow hovering in her magic.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie has done the impossible yet again, and awoken a sleeping dragon from her thousand year slumber! Witness her thunderous snoring and great, foul breath!” Trixie laughed, posing haughtily.

“Haha. Fuck you, Lulamoon,” Sunset said, stretching, the blankets falling from her tired body. Why do I feel like I ran a marathon last night? she thought absently. Her entire body ached, especially around her crotch...

Sunset blinked, and looked down at herself. She had gone to bed nude, which she never did, and there was a wet spot on her bed, which meant either she had an accident last night, or she had a REALLY good time last night and an excess of something sticky leaked out of her while she slept.

“...Did I have a guy over last night? I can't remember,” Sunset said.

Trixie, clad in a loose-fitting t-shirt and skirt, along with her usual hat, chuckled. “Well, it's funny that you mentioned fuck. Because you were doing a lot of it last night. As was Trixie. And everyone else in Ponyville and Canterlot that was of age.”

Sunset blinked, staring at Trixie. “What?” she asked, confused.

“Oh yes,” Trixie said, grinning widely at the memories. “Much fun was had by all, Trixie included. Trixie even got a chance to ride noble Spike's double dragons. Then again, from what Twilight has told me, you and sixty-nine other mares did as well.”

Sunset's jaw dropped. “WHAT!?”

Trixie snickered. “It only gets sillier from here, Sunbeam Glimmer,” she teased, deliberately getting Sunset's name wrong to tease her. “Now get cleaned up and get dressed. The Princesses are having a meeting in the main Council of Friendship chamber.”

Sunset frowned. She got up, wincing at a stiffness in her back, and quickly took a shower, putting on her regular jeans and t-shirt, as well as her favorite faux-leather jacket. She found Trixie waiting in her room still, the two unicorns heading down to the Council of Friendship chamber.

Sunset glared at Trixie, who was being maddeningly silent about the whole ordeal, a bemused, slightly frustrated look on the showmare's face.

“You're not going to tell me a single thing about what's going on, are you?” Sunset asked.

“Nope,” Trixie said, smirking.

Sunset fumed. After a moment, she asked, “Just tell me one thing: am I going to want to punch someone when this is all over?”

“You and every other mare and stallion called here today,” Trixie said.

“Uh huh...” Sunset said, facepalming. The day hadn't even started yet and she knew it was going to be a long one. She yawned again as they entered the Council of Friendship chamber, her jaw remaining open as she saw the sheer amount of ponies and other assorted creatures there.

Firstly, upon entering, Sunset noticed that a spell had been cast on the room to make it larger and fit more ponies into it. Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, Discord, Pinkie Pie, Spike, and Twilight Sparkle were all sitting on their thrones. Gathered in the center were the other six princesses, Celestia, Luna, Chrysalis, Nightmare Moon, Cadence, and Molestia. (Rarity offered them the chance to sit in their thrones. They politely declined, although Molestia looked pouty about it.) The mailmare, Derpy Hooves, and her two daughters, Amethyst Star and Dinky, stood near the door, looking worried. The Cakes were serving treats to everyone, as was Donut Joe, Mulia Mild, and Gustav Le Grand. Sunset blanked on why those three Canterlot types were there, before remembering that the celebration last night drew in several stars. The Crusaders, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, Sweetie Belle, and Babs Seed (they had changed the name of their group to just the Crusaders after Scootaloo, the last of them, got her Cutie Mark) waited together, Cheerilee and Big Macintosh standing near them. Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon stood with Filthy Rich, while Zecora stood in the shadows nearby, her hood up and her eyes glowing an unsettling yellow. Lyra and Bon Bon stood beside each other, as did Octavia and Vinyl Scratch. The dentist, Colgate, watched the chefs disapprovingly as they gave treats to everyone (Zecora taking an extra portion of Joe's donuts), while Lotus Blossom and Aloe went over some financial notes while waiting for the meeting to begin. Spitfire, Soarin, Fleetfoot, and Lightning Dust stood in perfect military formation alongside Flash Sentry and Shining Armor, the group of them standing guard around the Friendship Council and the princesses. Mayor Ivory Scroll idly fiddled with a pen, while the griffon Gilda stood nearby looking bored, chewing some bubble gum and occasionally blowing a bubble. Carrot Top leaned over Applejack's throne, trading friendly insults with her rival farmer, while Daisy, Roseluck, and Lily stood near Iron Will, trying their best not to gain the attention of (to them at least) the scarier-looking individuals in the room. Iron Will, meanwhile, was just enjoying their attention and just barely resisting the urge to go into a flexing session to try and impress them. Berry Punch and her daughter sat near the center of the room, while Nurse Redheart and Nurse Tenderheart cast worried glances between the princesses and themselves. Blossomforth, Raindrops, Thunderlane, Rumble, Featherweight, Flitter, and Cloudchaser all gathered together, while Allie Way sat near a bookshelf, idly polishing her bowling ball. Cherry Jubilee, looking elegant in her dress, chatted with Photo Finish, Hoity Toity, and Sapphire Shores, while Daring Do stood by Rainbow Dash's throne and chatted with her. Topsy Turvy stood with her husband, Filthy Rich, while Screwloose hung around with the two nurses. Mrs. Harshwhinny stood stock straight in the center of the crowd, patiently waiting the word of the princesses, while Fancy Pants and Fleur de Lis calmly talked with one another near the back. Flim, Flam, and Suri Polomare stood off to one side, trying to avoid being noticed by any member of the Apple Family or Rarity, while Coco Pommel talked with the buffalo Little Strongheart about a fashion line possibly based on her tribe's traditional garb. Braeburn just listened to the fashion mare and his buffalo girlfriend talk, amused by the whole thing. Maud Pie was having a surprisingly animated discussion with Twist about the merits of rock candy, while Torch Song and Toe Tapper of the Ponytones quietly rehearsed songs together. Milky Way went through the crowds with the chefs, offering fresh milk to anyone who wanted it, while Button Mash and his mother waited in a corner, Button Mash playing a video game, too distracted by everypony to play well. Aryanne stood imperiously near a bookshelf, glaring at the non-equines in the room, Sunset casting a glare at the reformed wanna-be Nazi. Bulk Biceps stood near the door, idly curling a dumbbell, Prince Blueblood staring at him and trying to fight off growing feelings of inadequacy. Pokey Pierce, Caramel, Silver Shill, and Pipsqueak all stood together, chatting idly, while Truffle Shuffle helped the Cakes, the apprentice baker unboxing new snacks for all the chefs once they ran out. Snips and Snails stood near the front, watching curiously, while Trenderhoof took careful note of everyone's fashions, scribbling on a notepad. Cheese Sandwich leaned casually on Pinkie's throne, chatting animatedly with her, while Time Turner looked pained, as if he already knew what was coming.

“And yet, it gets even sillier,” Trixie said, smirking at Sunset.

“...The hell is all this?!” Sunset Shimmer said, frowning.

“You'll see,” Trixie said, the ambient chatter in the room stopping as Celestia raised her hands for silence.

“My little ponies,” the lead Princess said, smiling wearily. “I'm certain you're all wondering what you are all doing here, crowded into this room. It has directly to do with what happened yesterday, and the current status of everypony here.”

There was some quiet murmuring at this. Celestia started to speak up again, when Molestia stepped forward. “Celly, this is kind of my territory, so why don't you let me handle the delivery on this?”

Celestia nodded, letting her slightly taller twin take the reigns of this conversation. Molestia's wings flickered nervously, and she said, “Well... You're probably wondering why you all decided to go fuck each other silly last night, yes?”

There was a chorus of nods and agreement from the crowd.

Molestia chuckled. “Well... Half of you probably guessed this already, but part of this was caused by Discord. You see...” She hesitated, the normally gregarious Princess of Sex uncharacteristically without words. “Okay, I'll start from the beginning: The Crystal Empire has had a problem ever since its return, but we've only just now been able to identify it. Everypony's sterile, thanks to Sombra's curse.”

From the crowd came expressions of surprise and sympathy. Molestia nodded, continuing. “Cadence told us yesterday, and after some ideas were thrown around, Chrysalis suggested surrogacy. Lots and lots of surrogate mothers to help provide children so that the Crystal Empire doesn't die out in a generation,” she said. “Chrysalis even volunteered to provide a formula to help increase a mare's fertility greatly so that she could have lots of babies. She created it to help her make new Changeling babies whenever the Hive needed resupplying before now. We wanted to do some testing on it to see how it would affect ponies as opposed to Changelings... but Discord got a hold of it first and made it both airborne and semi-sentient. It sought out several prospective mares and stallions to make ultra-fertile, and... well...”

Sunset paled, suddenly getting the implications. Trixie shook her head, chuckling wearily. “I told you that it would get sillier.”

“Congratulations!” Molestia said, grinning weakly. “Every mare in this room, us included, is pregnant! With a LOT of babies...”

There was an outburst of confusion, fear, and anger from the room. The princesses tried to talk over the crowd again, but the rapid-fire questions and angry statements drowned them out. Eventually, Luna was the first one to lose her patience.

“ENOUGH,” the moon alicorn thundered in the Royal Canterlot Tone, startling everypony into silence. “We will answer as many questions as we can, but you must let us speak to do it.”

“We realize that this is a shocking time for everypony, be they pony or otherwise, but please, bear with us and let us explain as best we can,” Celestia said.

“There's more, though...” Nightmare Moon said. “Because of the nature of the magic used, every pregnant mare is carrying the children of multiple fathers. A LOT of children.”

“That's the second time you've mentioned 'a lot,'” Rarity said warily. “Define 'a lot.'”

Molestia closed her eyes, sighing. “...Every mare in this room is pregnant with three hundred babies apiece. By multiple fathers apiece.”

The room became dead silent, everypony staring at the princesses.

“...How?” Nurse Redheart said after a moment.

“As mentioned before, Chrysalis's formula was affected by Discord's chaotic magic. It sought out ponies at random to make hyper-fertile. As chaos magic follows none of the conventional rules of genetics and science, magical or biological, it was able to defy conventional physics,” Celestia said.

“After we... 'recovered' from our lust, we immediately began scanning to see who else was affected by the magic. We discovered everypony last night and made arrangements for this meeting today,” Molestia added.

“What has been done to punish Discord for this?” demanded Hoity Toity.

Discord squirmed uncomfortably. Nightmare Moon grinned wickedly. “We wore him out last night. He attempted to cool his sore dick off with a block of permafrost. It broke off, and from our analysis it will be a week before he can regrow it.”

Discord grumbled, sinking down into his throne. Scattered chuckles went through the room. As a whole, ponies and those who lived among them were mostly forgiving, and they figured this humiliation was enough for now.

“I have another question,” Nurse Redheart asked. When the Princesses motioned for her to continue, the nurse asked, “Why were we not gutted by the cannon cocks all the guys are sporting now? Especially Spike. By the time he got to me last night he was pretty giant from his greed growth. We should have been ripped open, or at least had our organs crushed by them.”

The stallions in the room all suddenly looked down at their crotches, worried.

Chrysalis blushed brightly. “Well... as I said the formula was designed for my use. Changelings have a natural elasticity that ponies don't and... ah... I've always been something of a size queen,” she admitted, several mares laughing despite themselves. Chrysalis continued. “As far as we can tell, every affected mare has gained elasticity that matches my own natural one. Meaning you could take even bigger cocks without getting hurt. In addition, most of your pain centers in those general areas are now changed, meaning you'll only feel pleasure when taking a giant cock up your holes. The changes, both to the stallions and the mares, are permanent, so I'd suggest the guys that aren't attached to somepony keep their wooing options to the mares in this room if they plan to have sex normally ever again.”

There was some muttered discussion amongst the gathered ponies and other creatures. Finally, Roseluck asked, “...What if we don't want to be mothers?”

Cadence's ears drooped, the Princess of Love sighing wearily. “This was supposed to be voluntary...” she said softly. “I never meant for this to be INFLICTED on anypony... Nopony here will be expected to go through with the pregnancies. Those that do will have their every need cared for, every financial need taken care of... Those that don't...” She sighed. “It's still only been a day. You should be able to get an abortion without any negative effects.”

“Whatever your beliefs on the matter will be, nopony will judge you. This was all inflicted on you unfairly,” Celestia said, glaring briefly at Discord, who hunched down on his throne, unable to meet her eyes, “and you are under no responsibility to go through with the pregnancy.”

The room became deathly quiet. The stallions said nothing, keeping their beliefs to themselves. The mares all looked about, pained expressions on their faces as they debated internally over what to do. Very few of them had even entertained the idea of being mothers, but now...

Applejack, biting her lip, said, “...If it were just ONE foal...”

Rainbow Dash shook her head. “Yeah... if it were just one, maybe, but three hundred...” she said, shivering.

One by one, every mare in the room confirmed that they would go through with the pregnancy. The seven princesses slowly smiled, tears in Cadence's eyes. “Thank you...” she said. “You've saved the Crystal Empire, thank you. We WILL make this up to you, I promise.”

“Your every need will be taken care of,” Celestia said. “Health care, food, all provided at royal expense.”

“Ah, speaking of which,” Chrysalis said. “I should take some time to clarify a few points about your enhanced pregnancies. One, because all of us are carrying Spike's babies, all of you are now physically capable of eating and digesting meat and gemstones without incident. Again, this is permanent, something that will be passed on to all your foals, draconic or otherwise. An adaption to allow you to properly nourish your young.”

“Good heavens...” Rarity said, startled.

“That's right,” Luna quipped. “Those shiny rocks you put on your dresses are going to look like tasty snacks in short order.”

“Ah'm more worried about the whole 'meat-eating' thing,'” Applejack said, looking uneasy.

“I tried bacon one time. Gilda took me to a griffon restaurant,” Rainbow Dash said. “I was sick later, but it was pretty good! I've actually been wondering if I could get away with trying it again now that I'm older.”

Gilda snickered. “Oh Dash. Now that you can eat it without throwing up, it is far past time to introduce you to the wonders of the cheeseburger and the bacon donut...”

Donut Joe's ears perked at this, the baker making a note to talk to the griffon later.

Chrysalis nodded, continuing. “Also? Because of the rewired nerve endings and new elasticity you have, birth if going to be VERY easy. Even pleasurable. You can also have sex through all eleven months of your pregnancy, with the supersized guys no less, without a single worry of hurting your children.”

The mares in the room all stared at her. Chrysalis smirked. “Untampered, this formula gets me pregnant with a THOUSAND babies after sex. You really think I want to go through a thousand babies worth of labor without enjoying it?”

The mares all seemed to like this idea, and began chatting pleasantly amongst themselves, the stallions starting to relax as well. Fluttershy raised her hand. Luna motioned for silence, and then smiled at her.

“W-Will we be able to keep one of the foals?” Fluttershy asked, glancing at Discord. “Like, maybe, the foal of a certain father?”

Discord went wide-eyed. Wait, is she...?

Rarity coughed. “I was actually thinking along those lines myself...” she said, Spike blinking and staring at her in shock.

Cadence grinned widely. “With the sheer number of babies being born, there's more than enough for every mare to keep one or two babies for themselves and still have enough for every couple in the Empire,” she said.

Rarity and Fluttershy both smiled.

“Any other questions?” Luna asked.

“What about stretch marks?” Nurse Tenderheart asked. “We're going to be HUGE before this is over, both in the boobs and in the belly. Plus, when our bellies get really big our stomachs are going to look like we're balding.”

When several mares gave her her a confused look, Twilight spoke up to clarify. “A pony's fur covers a certain amount of surface area and doesn't grow to match the surface area when it expands. Heavily obese ponies have the same problem, their coats not expanding with the rest of them. However there's a simple spell that causes extra fur to grow in to cover those bald patches. It's easy to cast, so our coats will look normal the whole time. Once we give birth and go back to a smaller belly and breast sizes, we'll simply shed the extra fur.”

“In addition I can make a stretch mark reduction cream. Ingredients are easy to find, the potion quick to make as a dream,” Zecora added.

“As for our breasts, we're probably going to be producing a LOT of milk,” Milky Way said. “I can hook everymare up with the breast pumps I use for my own milk. And I recommend milking yourself every day once you start producing to avoid lower back problems.”

“And again, we've already made the arrangements so that all food, medical, and equipment needs will be paid for at royal expense,” Twilight said. “Simply submit invoices and receipts to me through either Spike or Mayor Ivory Scroll, and I'll see that you're reimbursed. We'll also make arrangements for maternity leave with your employers. I'm sure that those of you who have less-than-understanding bosses will soon find them MUCH more understanding once we have a little chat with them.”

“Will we be able to know who ze fathers of our foals are?” Aryanne asked. “I barely remember last night. Just... sensations, und zat vun of ze stallions I vas vith vas Spike.” Sunset rolled her eyes at Aryanne's faux accent, but Trixie shushed her before she could say anything.

“If you or anypony else like, a medical scanning spell can be done to identify who the fathers of your foals are,” Twilight said. “It'll take some time to set up, but if you're interested, I'll arrange it with Dr. Stable at the hospital.”

“Can you tell this early?” asked Thunderlane, astonished.

Twilight nodded. “It's fairly simple magic,” she said.

This seemed to satisfy everypony, and no one else had questions. The Princesses dismissed the meeting, the ponies filing out until the ones left were the Princesses, the other Elements of Harmony, Spike, Discord, Trixie, Shining Armor, and Sunset Shimmer.

Shining Armor went up to Cadence and kissed her, the Princess of Love smiling warmly and embracing her husband. Celestia sighed in relief that the meeting went well.

“That went... much better than I expected, actually...” Nightmare Moon said. “No anger, no riots, no one calling for Discord to be lynched.”

Discord removed his head and twirled it like a basketball before putting it back on his shoulders. “Like any of them could actually kill me,” he scoffed.

Fluttershy giggled, smiling warmly at him. Discord smiled nervously back at her, and asked, “When you said you wanted to keep the foal of a certain father...”

“Meet me at my house later,” Fluttershy said softly, blushing a little. “I've been meaning to talk to you for a while, and this seems like a good time to do it...”

Rarity smiled knowingly at her, having an idea of what Fluttershy wanted to talk to him about.

Rainbow Dash grumbled, staring down at her small breasts. “Well, so much for my aerodynamic figure...” she muttered.

“Aw shucks, sugarcube,” Applejack said, chuckling. “Ah've always thought that y'all were too skinny anyway. It ain't healthy for a mare not to have a little meat on her bones.”

“Little hell,” Rainbow Dash muttered. “With the jugs I'm gonna be sporting, how in blazes am I supposed to do a Sonic Rainboom?”

“You're Rainbow Dash!” Pinkie Pie said, giggling. “You'll find a way.”

Trixie smirked. “Indeed. Aren't you the self-proclaimed 'Most Awesome Pony' in Equestria?'”

Rainbow Dash just smirked, feeling a little better.

Twilight just sighed. “We got through this day, everypony,” she said, leaning back in her throne, “but I have a feeling that the next eleven months are going to be one awkward moment after another.”

Spike chuckled. “We'll get through it. Compared to Tirek's attacks, this is nothing,” he said.

“True as that may be, I don't need to be reminded of that psychopath...” Twilight muttered. Both of her battles with Tirek had nearly cost her everything, and she didn't like thinking about it.

Rarity fidgeted in her seat a moment, and stood up, heading for Spike, her elegant black dress shifting softly as she went over to her young friend.

“There's... something I feel I must do, now that this has happened,” she said. She took a moment to steady herself, smiling down at Spike, who was staring up at her nervously. Rarity took a breath, and continued. “I've... I've had this fantasy for years about the perfect proposal. My dream stallion, a handsome prince, would come to me in a chariot of gold and diamonds, sweeping me away into the sky, where he would proclaim his undying love for me and almost beg me to marry him...

No way... half the ponies in the room thought, everypony suddenly realizing where this was going, smiles spreading over their faces as they watched. Spike's breath caught in his throat, he too realizing what was happening.

“Rarity...” he said softly.

“Please, let me finish...” she said, pulling out a small, black velvet box. “I've realized since then that just waiting for a prince is silly... and that a real, truly wonderful stallion was right here in front of me the whole time. All I had to do was wait for him to grow from a teenager with a precocious crush to a handsome young drake who's love for me has only grown, even as he accepted the possibility that it may never be returned...”

The elegant unicorn shook her head in frustration, tears in her eyes. “This... This isn't how I wanted to do it. Not like this, and especially not under these circumstances, which makes the whole thing feel like a 'shotgun' affair...” she said softly, grimacing. “But... I want to do this, and I meant everything of what I said when I first encountered you yesterday, Spike. I've been extremely unfair to you, unfairly teasing. You've done nothing but adore me and treat me like a lady, shown nothing but concern for my well-being. What more could a mare ask for in a husband, a mate to share their life with? To raise a child or two with?”

Spike gasped as Rarity suddenly knelt before him, opening the velvet box and revealing a silver ring with a diamond on it. “It's a bit backwards, but... Spike. Would you marry me?”

Spike immediately knelt down and hugged Rarity tightly. “YES!! Yes yes yes!” the dragon said, crying tears of joy as he hugged the love of his life, one of his dreams finally being fulfilled.

“'Bout dang time,” Applejack said, grinning.

After a few moments, Spike suddenly pushed her away. “But... Rarity...”

“If it's a question of the fact that you'll live much longer than me, don't worry,” Rarity said, smiling pointedly at Celestia and Luna.

The two sisters traded amused grins. “We... may have known about Rarity's plans for a while now,” Celestia said.

“We've been gathering ingredients for a life extender potion. One bottle's worth, and Rarity will have a lifespan that matches that of your own, Spike,” Luna said, grinning widely as Spike happily hugged his fiancee again.

Molestia laughed, giving Luna a noogie. “You little romantic sneaks!” she teased.

“Glad some good is coming out of this nonsense,” Shining Armor said, hugging Cadence, who was laughing and applauding happily.

“Twenty bits, Trixie,” Sunset Shimmer said, smirking. “Rarity asked first.”

“Trixie will pay you later,” Trixie said. “This is one bet I DON'T mind losing.”

“YAY YAY YAY!” Pinkie Pie cheered. “Proposal party! I... aw, dangit, I forgot my party cannon!”

Everyone else in the room laughed. Discord smirked at them. “Oh, I do hope you'll let me help with the wedding cake,” he said.

Rarity and Spike stared at him warily. “...It's not going to attack anyone, is it?”

Discord scoffed, ignoring the sudden intense stares of the seven princesses. “Pshaw. Violent cakes don't taste that good. It may sing 'Come Sail Away,' though.”

Rarity stared at Discord for a long moment, and then shook her head. “Well, if we end up having the ceremony before I give birth, make sure it's a big one. I'm eating for three-hundred and one now, after all,” she said, chuckling.

“Oooh! That's right, you can eat gem cakes now!” Spike said. “I'll bake you a magnificent one, my lady.”

“If you can keep from eating the gems before they go in the batter,” Rainbow Dash teased. Although inwardly she realized that she could now get away with glutting herself more than usual. After all, she had three hundred foals to thnk of...

Nightmare Moon leaned casually over Applejack's chair. “How about the rest of you? Excited? Nervous?”

“A little worried,” Applejack admitted. “Apple Bloom and I are gonna be eatin' for three hundred and one apiece, like Rarity said. It might cut into the farm's profits if we scarf down our own product...”

“I can try and get a cornucopia set up for you and other farms with similar concerns,” Luna said. “It's an ancient magic that hasn't been used since Clover the Clever and Smart Cookie invented it to stave off famine after the Hearth's Warming, but the spell is still viable.”

Applejack nodded. “Ah appreciate that,” she said, smiling.

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Meanwhile...

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As Princesses, heroes, and the assistants/relatives of heroes worked out their own logistics, several of the mothers to be were comparing notes.

“Eesh...” muttered Lyra, rubbing her belly. It may just have been her imagination, but she could almost see it starting to swell ever so slightly. “Three hundred...”

Bon Bon giggled. “This is why I try to avoid stallions,” she said, hugging her wife, Lyra blushing happily. “They're just too fattening.”

Vinyl Scratch cackled. “I dunno. From what I recall of last night, you seemed to enjoy riding Spike's rods,” she teased.

“A momentary lapse, I assure you,” Bon Bon said, sticking her tongue out at the DJ.

Vinyl laughed. “Sure it is. Meantime, now that I know that my stomach can take it now, I've been dying to know what steak tastes like.”

Octavia snorted, amused. “In all this, I'm surprised no one has commented on the identity of the fathers of some of our children,” the elegant musician said, gliding along beside the others.

Vinyl blinked at her wife. “Tavi, what are you talking about?”

Octavia snickered. “Oh my, it seems that only I remember a certain spell a certain pair of unicorns cast on the four of us. A spell that was quickly enhanced by the fertility magic that was permeating the air last night.

Vinyl and Lyra both froze, suddenly remembering, blushes spreading over their faces. It took Bon Bon a moment to catch up. “...OH! The futa spell, right?”

Octavia nodded. “Indeed. As I recall, the four of us spent several hours experimenting with our temporary stallionhoods,” she said. She blushed, and added. “I in particular enjoyed being taken by all three of you at once...”

Vinyl blushed brightly. “Um... Okay, so sexy hermaphroditic times were had by all until our dicks disappeared when the spell wore off. So?”

Octavia grinned wickedly. “Vinyl, the stallionhoods we gained under the effects of the spell may have been temporary, but they were fully functional, with testicles and everything. Fully functional cocks enhanced by fertility magic.”

The other three mares stared at her, growing horror on their faces.

“Tavi... do you mean to tell us...” Vinyl stammered.

Octavia chuckled, nodding. “That's right,” she said. “There's a strong possibility that we're all pregnant with each other's children.”

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Meanwhile...

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Zecora had a thoughtful expression on her face as she calmly walked back to her potions shop in town. She had never really considered motherhood before. But after hearing about the plight of the Empire, as well as the fact that her pregnancy, while a massive one, would be a relatively easy one, she was fairly relaxed about it.

As she opened the door to her shop, she felt a hand on her shoulder, hearing a voice call out, “Wait, can we talk?”

Zecora turned, spotting Donut Joe. She smiled, remembering that he had been flirting with her the day before the fertility magic took control of the town, and that he had been the first lover she had taken when it had.

“Ah, 'tis Donut Joe I see! Have you come to talk with me?” Zecora said, smiling pleasantly.

Donut Joe blushed. “Ah... yes, I...” he stammered, coughing to gather his thoughts. “I... um... I just wanted to say this... I've been infatuated with ever since I first saw you. I realize that this is a bit forward, but...”

Zecora blushed, smiling. “Forward yes, this much is true,” she said, “But it's rare that I hear it, so please continue.”

Donut Joe, encouraged, grinned. “I... You're beautiful. Sleek, elegant... Plus you have one of the sexiest voices I've ever heard. And you're smart, too! Brilliant, but you don't talk down to people like some smart folks I've known in Canterlot. And you seem to love my donuts, which is always a plus.”

Zecora chuckled. “When you make something as completely delicious as that, you can't help but glut until you get fat,” she said.

“I wouldn't mind that,” Donut Joe said. “I always liked bigger mares.”

Zecora blushed brightly. Donut Joe blinked, and blushed as well. “Oh, you were speaking metaphorically! I'm so sorry, I...” he stammered, facepalming and sighing. “I'm sorry, I just... what I wanted to say is that I think I've fallen hard for you, and would love to help take care of you during your pregnancy, if you'll let me. I'll even give you all the donuts you want, completely free of charge.”

Zecora looked thoughtful for a moment. The chubby baker was a handsome one, and his offer, while stumbling and somewhat awkward, sounded very sincere. Plus, those donuts of his were addictively fantastic...

She opened the door to her shop, motioning for him to come inside. “Come inside and let us speak, of trysts and donuts, and other treats,” she said, grinning.

Donut Joe grinned widely, following the zebra inside.

TO BE CONTINUED...