Motherhood, Mayhem and the Mane-iac's Return

“I still can't believe that's your crib” Zapp said with great incredulity.

She and Matter-horn were standing in the nursery of Power ponies HQ, the former general-purpose room given a makeover. It had been converted from a place with metal walls and floors into a bright, plush space, the walls covered with wood panels painted a soft pastel pink, while the floor had been laid down with foam rubber puzzle pieces.

The place was loaded with baby toys, and seven cribs were resting against the walls. Five were fairly standard wood and plastic, one was an all-wood antique piece, and one was... something else entirely. It looked more like a biohazard containment unit, with clear plastic walls and a port on the side for access. The few concessions to the fact that it was for a foal were the cheerful animals painted on the inside, and the large number of plush dolls also inside, with the sleeping black earth colt.

Matter-horn rolled her eyes and groaned in frustration. “I'm so glad that it's soundproofed. Your voice, and constant comments, are both very annoying and would bother Bright if I let him hear you. Fortunately, he is blissfully slumbering to the sounds of orchestral pieces, with undertones of basic math and language.”

“Why not just give him that... whatever it is. The T-A-S or whatever test it was that got you into Canterlot School of Stick-up-the-assery,” Zapp said with a certain amount of venom. She pointed over to another crib, painted in her colors and hung with a mobile of soaring Wonderbolts. “Now that's a crib. It's made out of stuff I can pronounce, it works and Madeline can hear me talking to her.”

“It's called the S-A-T,” Matter-horn said, “And I did not attend the Royal Canterlot Univerisity, I was at a satellite campus. But I did graduate Magna Cum Laude.”

“'Magma Cum Loud'?” Zapp asked, mangling the words horribly. “Well buck me, egghead, I had no idea you pledged a sorority. That was the only thing that made college interesting. Which one was it? I was Kappa Kappa Sigma. We used to call it, 'Chug-a Chug-a Spank-me.' You think I can put 'em back, some of those girls drank like seaponies. And if you thought frat-stallions could paddle...”

“Please... stop... you're humiliating yourself,” Matter-horn said, rubbing the bridge of her snout. “I pledged Delta Alpha Tau. An academic sorority for high achievers. We didn't drink or... I don't even want to know,” she said with a suppressed shudder. “And 'Magna Cum Laude' means 'With Highest Honors.' It means I graduated with great distinction and am an honor to the school.”

“Whatever. We were awesome and had fun, which is more than you. You haven't lived until you've been in a Kappa Kappa Sigma toy circle. They had some crazy rubber stuff in that house,” Zapp said, a perverse smile crossing her face.

“Oh yes, I am so glad that Bright can't hear this,” Matter-horn said with a roll of her eyes. “You're nothing more than a base and crude creature with a giant flexed muscle where your brain should be.”

“Yea, really, really giant!” Zapp shouted, defensively. She considered the statement for a moment and said, “Wait a minute...”

“Well now, that was a new record for getting the point of a reference,” Matter-horn said with a smug grin. “I think I proved my point, muscle-head.”

“And what point is that, egghead?” Zapp asked, gruffly.

“A mind is a terrible thing to waste. Yours was beyond wasted by your chemical intoxicants, but it couldn't have been too impressive even before that. I've seen your transcripts,” Matter-horn said with a laugh.

“You're pushing me. Keep it up and I'll push back,” Zapp growled with a shake of her hoof. “And remember, I can push around storm clouds full of an entire thunderstorm's worth of water. You don't want me shoving at you. What's your deal anyhow?”

“My 'deal', as you say, is that the ancestry of your offspring is very clear. However much you may hold him in contempt that sire was a genius. It stands to reason, then, that your filly could hold very intelligent genes. It's vital that you do everything to nurture her potential. You know I offered to build an auto-creche just like mine,” Matter-horn said.

“I know she's got all sorts of nerd going on behind her. And sure, I hope she'll be really smart, but she's my daughter! She'll be fast and tough and completely awesome!” Zapp said firmly, stomping ineffectually on the rubber floor. “And what about you? Your kid's got a whole double-scoop of muscle-bound goon in him. Won't he end up being a total ignora-hole?”

“I won't even bother with that little vocabulary flub, but you're missing the point! Whatever his sire may have been he's my son too. So I can nurture his potential. I can avoid the pitfalls of bad parenting by ensuring that learning is foremost. In that way I can ensure that he does well academically,” Matter-horn replied.

“Are you saying I'm a bad parent?” Zapp growled, eyes narrowing.

“I'm saying you're an ignorant parent, which is almost as bad,” Matter-horn noted with a dismissive wave of her hoof.

“You... you..!” Zapp bulled her way against Matter-horn, shoving the weaker mare back towards the wall. “You annoying little nerd!”

“Stop it! Get away from me!” Matter-horn struggled against the push but found herself backed against the wall, shoulders rubbing against it. She pushed against Zapp with all her might, for all the good it did. “Empty-headed muscle-bound jock!”

The two mares snarled at one another for a moment before their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Their mouths opened a few times to show their tongues wrestling for supremacy, thick strands of drool connecting their mouths each time the were opened. Largely, the evidence of active tongues came as the kissed with mouths closed, their cheeks bulging and wiggling slightly as the writhing muscles poked about.

Their hooves stroked awkwardly at each other, tracing along the costume-covered contours of each others' bodies. Zapp had a very basic solution, her clumsy hooves pulling at Matter-horn's attire, peeling away what she could manage to reach, undoing the claps with fumbling flicks. Matter-horn herself was more direct, her magic opening every fastener on Zapp's costume and pulling it slowly down.

Matter-horn rubbed her hoof up and down over the tight muscles laying beneath Zapp's coarse fur. The egotistical jock wasn't too concerned about the details of her appearance and had never thought to use conditioner on her coat, or even give it a proper currying. Her muscle, however, had been sculpted with almost obsessive care, packed and pushed into tight bands, like metal cable. She was slim and quick but wonderfully strong.

Zapp's hoof was trembling over Matter-horn's soft and shiny coat. The carefully-tended surface was the result of time spent with Radiance, who wanted everypony to look their best. She had to be careful with the delicate nerd; her powerful hooves could probably have bruised her skin or broken something. She rubbed and stroked with all the care that she had gained petting Saddle Rager's bunnies. She had made the mistake of petting against the grain and learned really, really fast how to stroke delicate things...

The two parted with a soft gasp, looking at each other with passion shining in their eyes. “Should we be doing this where the kids could see us?” Zapp asked.

“Foals don't start forming permanent memories until later in development,” Matter-horn answered breathlessly. “Also, their eyesight isn't good enough to see us over here. The only danger is we might wake them up.”

“R-right. Development and memories... come on, let's just do this while we're still horny,” Zapp said, spreading her legs to reveal her cyan slit, lips already flushed and slightly parted, shining with her arousal.

“You have such a way with language,” Matter-horn said with a roll of her eyes. She winced slightly and spread her own legs. Her sex was just as puffy and aroused, oozing with her juice in as great an amount as Zapp. “But you're right.”

“Wanna trib it up again, or are you scared you can't take it?” Zapp boldly asked, turning herself slightly to aim her crotch between Matter-horn's legs.

“You've been using that question since our pregnancies. It means nothing. You know I have the same inviolable genitals you do. I can take your tribidism. It you're going to say sexual words, say them right,” Matter-horn insisted, adjusting her own position.

“Whatever it's called, it's hot. But don't get all uppity on me, egghead. You weren't so cool when it first happened...” Zapp noted, thinking back.

Zapp waddled her way along through Power Ponies HQ, large belly deforming her outfit. A scowl rested on her face and her wings flared angrily every few steps. “Everypony'd better stay out of my way! I'm not in the mood today.”

Matter-horn looked up from a set of blueprints and slowly lowered some tools as she saw Zapp in a snit. “What's the matter with you today? Too many kicks from the foal. I thought you'd be happy by demonstrations of mindless strength.”

“I have even less patience for you today!” Zapp snapped, turning her sour look on Matter-horn. “It's been months of annoyance, weird cravings and having to sleep on my back or side! I want this thing out of me now!”

“That 'thing' is a living foal. Your foal, Zapp. I'm in no better shape, but I at least care about my child...” Matter-horn said softly, rubbing a hoof over her distended midsection.

“You know what I mean. The kid's great and all, shows all the signs of being completely awesome. But I've had it up to here with the pregnancy,” Zapp groused, holding a hoof high above her head.

Matter-horn developed a smug look after a moment of consideration, and gave Zapp a sidelong glance. “So, looks like Miss Musclepony isn't as tough as she pretends. What's the matter, Zapp? Beaten by a little, unborn foal?”

Zapp snorted sharply, wings flaring a bit. “What was that? Are you really challenging me, nerd?”

“You must admit, I've taken this pregnancy with far greater grace and aplomb than you have. I still retain my good humor, even if I, too, must endure the physical consequences of fecundity,” Matter-horn stated with a haughty tone.

“I have no idea what that means but it sounds like a challenge to me,” Zapp snarled, getting right in Matter-horn's face. “Don't make me wreck you, I'm not in the habit of completely obliterating pregnant mares.”

“You're the violent sort, true, but never to your compatriots, so I know you're all bluster right now, reeling from hormones and lack of decent sleep. Still... I think I should challenge you. In this contest I come out on top, no question,” Matter-horn said.

“Why you...” Zapp pushed forward again, backing Matter-horn up. In the process both ended up on their hind hooves, large, gravid stomachs making contact through their uniforms. “Maybe you're better at hiding what you're feeling but you can't beat me. At anything.”

“Given enough time I could invent a way to beat you at anything. I'm a unicorn who can fly thanks to my artificial wings. I could make a way to run faster than you, lift more than you, and be you better than you. Science and dedication beat brute force every time,” Matter-horn declared smugly, pressing belly and snout against Zapp.

“Your fancy little toys may look neat but they're just a crutch. You're too weak and helpless without all of that. You need to rely on that because you've got nothing else,” Zapp retorted.

“I don't need anything else. My wisdom and skill will endure, even as your body fades. Jocks like you thought you were so great in school, but the real world took the wind out of your wings, now they're all making the pizzas I have delivered and desperately trying to make a living as a personal trainer,” Matter-horn said, her voice hard and bitter.

“And every time I call tech support because my computer stopped showing me photos of stallions, the other end of the line is probably some nerd I used to see wandering around in the halls in school,” Zapp said, grinding her belly and snout against Matter-horn.

“Idiot jock!” Matter-horn screamed.

“Pain-in-the-neck nerd!” Zapp screamed back

The two mares kissed, on some signal they could not understand. The kiss was brief, sloppy and awkward, saliva smearing over lips and cheeks, largely from Zapp's side of things. They intentionally rubbed the swells of their stomachs against one another, even if the material of their outfits muted most of the sensation. There was also some twisting, to press at least some part of one side of a teat against the teat of the other mare. Their limbs were all over the place, pushing, grabbing, caressing. It was confusion and desperation played out at once.

The impromptu kiss broke with a wet pop and a sticky strange of saliva remained connecting their mouths. Zapp was the first to speak, after shaking her head to clear it. “Okay, that totally happened.”

“I'm not sure why... maybe the increase of hormonal levels has had a consequent effect on natural desires,” Matter-horn panted out.

“What the buck does that mean?” Zapp questioned, leaning in to rub her stomach over Matter-horn's again.

“Our hormones are raging, and that can make some pregnant women extra sexually stimulated. We expressed passionate opinions at one another and well, here we are,” Matter-horn explained.

“We were yelling at each other, I was insulting you, so why do I want to fuck you raw?” Zapp asked.

“Anger is a passion. So is lust. The wires may be a little crossed since, well, we're all charged up and eager. I know I've been feeling that mechanical assistance is unsatisfying...” Matter-horn confessed.

“Ha! Told you! With all your buzzy, knobby, freakishly large toys, that I never, ever stole, you still can't take care of yourself!” Zapp said with smug triumph.

“So are you feeling sexually satisfied? You seem just as eager to get some equine interaction,” Matter-horn countered.

“Th-that's different! I'm a powerful jock. I'm naturally horny and I need to get off way more often. It takes more and I need it all the time. It has nothing to do with anything else,” Zapp asserted, a hoof drifting down between her legs to surreptitiously grind at her uniform-clad sex.

“And you think nerds aren't? We have so many higher thoughts, we deal in such complex concepts that our bodies are often neglected. We are filled with powerful needs and sometimes lament ever fulfilling them. You get pent up and eager and you just want to get with the captain of the hoofball team, or the swim team or that stallion that lifts weights but you can't because they don't like mares in glasses!” Matter-horn shouted.

“Truce!” Zapp shouted suddenly, pulling at her uniform and nearly tearing it off of her body. Her coarse coat glistened with a sheen of sweat, and her teats, when exposed, were weeping thin streams of milk. Her sex, stimulated by the prior rubbing, dripped with desire. “We can fight about this later. Right now we need to get it on.”

“Agreed,” Matter-horn said, more carefully using magic to remove her attire. Her own body was in a similar state, sheened with sweat, milk lightly gathering at the tips of her nipples, and her sex glistening with need. She gave a shiver as a flex of her muscles winked her clit, a hoof coming down to desperately grind and flick the spherical nerve bundle.

“Let me! Think you're such and egghead and you don't even know how...” Zapp's hoof reached under Matter-horn's large belly and knocked away the other hoof. She pushed the rough surface of her frog against the trembling button. Her hooves were the product of exercise and hard work, and they felt like it. Contact was rather basic, pushes and nudges, flicks with the tip of the nail. But the sensations were new; Zapp was stronger than Matter-horn and her hooves had never seen the inside of a spa. She worked the other mare over in a fashion she had never felt before.

“That's... ah! That's n-not a technique...” Matter-horn moaned out, reaching her hown dainty hoof down to feel over Zapp's sex. The area was sticky, sloppy and spread out. Years of eager sex, and self-stimulation, had given her a set of spread lips that exposed her passage just a little by default. Matter-horn's soft and well-cared-for frog slid along the flat, toned mound, over the outer lips, and along the clit which was exposed by a wink from Zapp. Matter-horn moved her hoof in certain patterns she knew, gliding over particularly sensitive areas, and nudging at the engorged bean with every few strokes, being rewarded with twitches and squirts of fluid.

Zapp grunted softly, not given to moaning in most cases. She almost seemed to wince as the soft and tender hoof worked over her well-used sex in ways she had never even imagined. She redoubled the efforts of her brute force frigging, flicking Matter-horn's clit freely, and spreading her lips out to expose her inner walls. The new, rough treatment seemed to resonate with the unicorn, if the increase in her honey dripping was any indication.

Matter-horn was shuddering in pleasure, her hoof growing less precise. Her motions stuttered, working the flesh with more hesitation as her body grew more and more suffused with the pleasure. She shook her head and activated her magic, using the fields of force to press and massage the points she had been working with her hoof, the hoof itself focused exclusively on rubbing and working Zapp's clit.

Zapp could feel Matter-horn's pussy fluttering beneath her touch, and knew by all the liquid against the bottom of her hoof that it was only a matter of time before she went off. Even though her own pleasure was rising, and she was having trouble hiding the shivers that came from it, she said, “Ha, you nerd girls are so weak. A good, hard rubbing from somepony like me and you get right off.”

Matter-horn responded by rapidly flickering Zapp's clit with her hoof and uses her magic to tweak her nipples while also spreading the pussy lips wide, a little force pushing in and pumping slowly. “But you jocks are so basic it's easy to know what gets you off. You love this...” The tweaks turned to twists and yanks, a rhythmic massaging of the milk-engorged teats. Long, thin squirts of milk flew up in lazy arcs and splattered, somewhat unintentionally, over Matter-horn's swollen stomach.

“Ah!' Zapp trembled at the sudden assault on her erogenous zones, her sex fluttering, and her wings snapping out suddenly. Her hoof was joined by the other, to apply extra attention to Matter-horn's crotch, and also to curve up and cup at her teats. Lacking telekinetic powers she had to use the underside of her hoof to tweak and tug the teats. But with her greater strength even a fumbling attempt was a symphony of stimulation.

Matter-horn's head lashed about, horn wavering in strength as her focus was compromised. She had only one recourse, dropping her head down to bury her muzzle against Zapp's musky crotch. Her tongue was out in an instant, performing a lot of undignified and rather chaotic flops and flicks. Her untrained nature made her simply do whatever she could, rubbing her face deep between the powerful legs, smearing the strongly scented honey all over her features, while rubbing the silken fur of her snout against the folds and the throbbing bulge of Zapp's clit.

“W-wanna go there? F-f-fine! I told you, I pledged a fun sorority!” Zapp screamed as she, too, pushed her head under Matter-horn's pregnant belly and forced her mouth against the soft-furred sex. Her lips nibbles in strong, regular patters along the outer folds, while her tongue, as muscular and trained as the rest of her, stabbed firmly into the hot and juicy depths. Zapp worked her agile tongue like a snake, twisting, thrusting, twirling around in time while her coarse chin ground against Matter-horn's clit.

The two desperate mares worked on each other with their oral skills, slurping and groaning loudly as taut, firm bellies pressed against their necks and chests. They intended to prove superiority by getting one off first, but all that happened was a unified peak. Tongues withdrew and heads pulled up in a sudden need to shout. Matter-horn gave a loud, high-pitched squeal while Zapp delivered a lower, husky rumble of a shout.

Matter-horn's orgasm was marked with a rapid winking of her clit as well as the uncontrollable trembling of her thighs as she 'humped' at where Zapp's face had been. Zapp's body reached orgasm with a sudden contortion of her powerful muscles, a wide spread of her legs and a copious squirt of her mare honey that splattered onto the floor.

Both mares wound up on the ground, limbs disentangled from one another, on their backs, panting hard and giving residual shudders as the peak of the orgasm passed and only the aftershocks remained. Zapp moaned out, “For the record, you came first...”

“It was simultaneous... I don't feel like fighting about this. Think what you want. I need to savor the afterglow,” Matter-horn said, closing her eyes.

“I win... again...” Zap huffed, trying to get back up and failing. She slumped down and closed her own eyes. “Go me...”

Back in the present Zapp and Matter-horn had come together in the posture they had started in, scissoring one another and roughly grinding their heated pussies together. Zapp was excelling that that particular activity, pushing on Matter-horn and moving her along the foam rubber floor. She ground her clit down hard and gave a triumphant, lustful cry. “Yeah! Take it! Take it! Being a jock so has all the advantages...”

Matter-horn didn't respond for a time, letting out panting moans and whines of pure delight. She finally broke her passivity by using her magic to surround Zapp's teats with domes of force, which pumped and squeezed on them rhythmically. Squirts of milk collected in the magical domes, and slocked aobut while Zapp let out surprised grunts of pure pleasure. “Not all of them. Being a nerd keeps things pretty interesting. Especially when I get creative.” Another tendril of magic pulled a device into view. It was two dildoes connected to what looked like a small cube covered in gears. A magical spark set the device to buzzing like a swarm of angry bees and put a wicked smile on Matter-horn's face.

On the outskirts of Maretropolis, in a small, abandoned building, two hulking figures looked over a map of the city. Several areas had been marked off, including the prison, the asylum, and Power Pony HQ. A well-folded sheet of paper rested beside the map, both of which were soon set on fire.

“Change of plans,” One said to the other. “Now we're supposed to just go in.”

“And then what? Just wander the streets?” The other asked.

“Do our thing. That was the order. Just do what we do and get noticed. Heh, I think we can get noticed, don't you?” The first asked with a deep chuckle.

“It's what we do these days...” The second said, dousing the last embers of the fire.