I: Producing a Smaller Version of a Herd
Ever Growing Side Stories
Written By: Cloudline Dasher
Chapter One: Producing a Smaller Version of a Herd
Timeline: A year and a half after the Epilogue
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Fidgeting on the floor, Trace and his herd waited for Celestia's reply. They had finally decided they wanted their first child together. Rarity had an array of outfits already made for the little tot. After Fluttershy, Trace, and Lyra brought her into the circle, asking how she would feel if Fluttershy was to bare a child, she went totally ecstatic. Her entire shop was covered with different clothes. One side was colt clothes, while the other had a magnificent array of filly attire.
Twilight was managing a bit better than Trace and his herd. Lifting up her head, she smiled gently to them, “Relax. I'm sure the Princess wouldn't deny this request. Even if she does, I could perform the spell, myself. I just wanted her to do it, since she had plenty of practice already.”
A swirl of green shot into the air as Spike let out a mighty belch. Twilight unraveled the parchment.
“What does it say?” Trace asked impatiently.
“Yes, Darling. Do tell!” Rarity smiled, fidgeting closer against Trace's side, “My heart is racing with excitement!”
Letting out a short giggle, Twilight nodded, “Okay, I'm reading.” Glancing to the parchment, Twilight scanned the starting point before reading aloud, “Ah, here we go. My dearest pupil, I'm afraid I must decline for the time being. I'm currently across the sea visiting Saddle Arabia, and will not be back for some time.”
Everyone looked confused as Twilight paused. Tilting her head, Twilight frowned, “I haven't heard anything about Celestia going to Saddle Arabia...”
“Is that all?” Fluttershy lowered her head in disappointment.
“No, there's more.” Twilight simply stated, unraveling the parchment further, “I have faith that you will take every precaution you deem necessary, so I leave the decision to cast the spell yourself, in your capable hooves. I expect that you already know of the rare side effects that sometimes come with the spell. Even when you do everything right, you may need to do it multiple times. Not to mention if you don't manage to perform the spell correctly in time, you will have to wait until fall. Sincerely yours, Princess Celestia.”
The group fell silent, letting everything sink in. Rarity cleared her voice, watching the disappointed Fluttershy out of the corner of her eyes, “I suspect that when she said, 'you will have to wait until fall.' that she meant the spell is only good if Fluttershy is in heat?”
Nodding to the white unicorn, Twilight nodded, “The spell is supposed to alter the participants DNA into whatever specie he is trying to impregnate. As ponies, we cannot be impregnated if we are not in heat. So the spell is only useful within our spring or fall heat.”
Lyra frowned, something suddenly coming to mind, “If Trace's DNA was altered to a ponies and the point was to impregnate Fluttershy, wouldn't that mean I would get pregnant as well, if we mated?”
“Yes, that is exactly right. Not to mention another part. In order to turn Trace's base DNA into a ponies, I need to use a pony to do so.” Twilight explained, rolling the letter back up. She tied the ribbon around the parchment, before neatly setting it off to the side.
“Why didn't you mention that before?” Trace rose one of his brows.
“I usually prepare a check list, and without it, I suppose it slipped my mind. Anyway, let me explain, if Trace wants to impregnate Fluttershy, he would need a DNA base code from another pony. If say, Lyra, was to volunteer, the filly or colt would technically have three biological parents.”
Fluttershy's eyes sparkled, watching Twilight in awe, “So you're saying I could have a little foal with two of my herd mate's?”
“Yes, that is basically what happens. That is if the spell doesn't have any side effects. Within the seven cases that Celestia excepted to perform the spell on, two accidentally swapped genders, three swapped species, and two of them it failed altogether. We're just lucky that it is reversible after forty-eight hours, and we are able to try again.” Twilight stated, sounding a lot like a professor teaching her class.
“But... each heat cycle only lasts a week.” Trace's eyes shuffled for a moment, before looking to Twilight, “Doesn't that mean we can only try it twice a heat cycle or four times a year?”
Letting out a sigh, Twilight got up, nearing Trace's herd before sitting down, “That is why Celestia usually refuses to cast this sort of spell. If it fails, the individuals involved often becomes depressed or frustrated that it didn't work. Since Celestia had promised, she ended up having to try again each heat cycle, and with two of the herds, they became furious with the Princess after two years of failed attempts.”
The entire herd went wide eyed. Fluttershy hung her head, murmuring, “T-two years?”
“Yes, but that was the first and third herds to request that spell. Celestia has worked hard at the spell. Her original intent was to be able to produce more Alicorns, but that would require two alicorns, and a lover; which she doesn't have the latter.” Smiling sweetly, mainly at Fluttershy, Twilight softened her voice, “but, I will try my hardest to perform the spell if you wish, and if anything, Celestia will be back by your next heat cycle.”
Fluttershy was averting her gaze, clearly deep in thought. However, everyone's attention was pulled over as Rarity suddenly stood up, “Twilight has never let us down, so we should put our trust in her. Even if she does fail at her first attempt, we still always have the second. Not to mention, as long as we have each other, we can always wait until fall!”
A small smile made its way onto Fluttershy's expression. She nodded, before turning to Twilight, “I would love it if you would perform the spell, Twilight.”
Jumping up from her spot, Twilight's horn went ablaze as a book came from the scattered mess on the floor before hovering on over. The book flipped open as Twilight gazed through it, “This is my personal copy of the spell, written by Celestia herself. She documented every time she cast the spell, and had even cast it on herself upon many occasions just to get in the practice. I've committed the book to memory and am pretty sure I can succeed. So far, I have a forty-seven percent of success, while Celestia has sixty-seven percent. I don't mean to brag, but I've only practiced over a course of a year, while Celestia has had hundreds.”
Trace frowned, giving the purple mare a worrisome look, “Yeah, but how many times have you performed the spell?”
Twilight smiled, pulling out a piece of parchment, “With the aid of Princess Celestia funding my research, there were plenty participants willing to allow me to practice on them. I've performed the spell a count of two hundred times, on fifty different individuals.”
“F-fifty?!” Everyone exclaimed, unsure to be impressed, or shocked that she practiced on so many.
Nodding to Trace and his herd, Twilight then went on to say, “So, since you all know the risk, now. How about it? Do you still want to go through with it?”
Fluttershy's first reaction was to look directly to Trace, her eyes shimmering as she literally looked as if she would break down if he said no. Trace smiled warmly, running his fingers through her mane on the back of her head, “Having a baby is already a great amount of risk. You risk your body and life to bring another living person into the world. This way, I'm just merely sharing in that risk. Plus, it isn't even life threatening. I'll be more than willing to go through with it.”
Water seemed to well up in Fluttershy's eyes. She tilted her head, smiling happily at her stallion, “Thank you!”
“No problem, Shy.” Trace chuckled.
Lyra glanced on over to Rarity, chuckling lightly, “I guess we have to decide which one of us will share our DNA with Trace.”
Frowning at the minty mare, Rarity looked to her curiously, “B-but, darling. You deserve that spot. You, Trace, and Fluttershy could all be biological parents to the foal.”
Glancing down to the floor boards, Lyra lightly scratched. Everyone looked to her, wondering what exactly was going through her mind. Lyra flinched as Trace placed his hand on the back of her neck, “What's wrong, Lyra?”
“I was just thinking... I also wanted a foal with Trace. With the success rate so low, maybe since we are already performing the spell, Rarity could offer her DNA and then we would have two fillies. Each would share a portion of three forth of our herd. All of us would be biological parents.”
Trace frowned, “I don't mind that idea, but is being a biological parent so important? I expect that the foal would love all of us.”
Lyra glanced up to him, a small pink on her cheeks as she continued making circles on the floor with her hoof, “I know, but I really like this idea, and think about it. Fluttershy's and my foal would grow up the same age and everything! Wouldn't that be great? We could all take care of them together and they would grow up with a greater understanding for one another if they were the same age.”
Once again, Trace frowned, shaking his head lightly, “I highly doubt being the same age would mean they understand one another.”
Releasing a brief sigh, Lyra closed her eyes, finally admitting, “I just really want a foal too. Ever since Fluttershy brought it up when we first got together, I've thought about it.”
“I wont say no, but are you sure you want this?” Trace asked once more, raising his brow.
Lyra nodded, grinning up to meet Trace's eyes, “I do.”
Turning toward Rarity, Trace grinned, “So, I suppose all of this lands on you, Rarity. Will you share your DNA base thing with me?”
It was surprising at how the red literally seemed to fill Rarity's cheeks. Almost as if all the blood was sucked there. Rarity let out a soft giggle, forcing herself to look to Twilight, “What do I have to do?”
Moving toward the center of the room, Twilight pointed to the floor, “Stand over here, and Trace, stand a few feet away, over here.”
Doing as they were told, Trace and Rarity glanced to one another before turning their attention to Twilight. The purple unicorn seemed to be scanning her notes once more, her horn starting to glow. Twilight lowered her head, pointing her horn toward the two, “This may tingle, but there were never any pain with any of the other cases. Just relax, and close your eyes.”
They both tried to remain calm, feeling their bodies hover off the ground. Trace let out a breath, trying to keep his mind blank, and his muscles relaxed. Though, Trace could feel deep down something was changing. His muscles jerked, and twitched. Suddenly, he felt himself fall, never actually hitting the floor. He thought for a moment he was just getting very dizzy, but soon the spell vanished and he fell to all fours.
Everyone fell quiet, and with the tingling gone, Trace dared to open his eyes, “T-twilight? Did it work?”
Glancing around the room, Trace saw the bewildered looks on everyone's face. Even Spike's mouth hung open, his eyes wide. Twilight swallowed, chuckling nervously, “Trace, how do you feel?”
“I'm fine, but my head is spinning.” Trace brought up his arm to rub his head, but his eyes went wide as a hoof came into view.
The entire room once again fell speechless. Trace chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck, “Hehe... it's okay, isn't it? We can just try again in forty-eight hours, can't we?”
Twilight frowned, standing up once more, “You may be able to just do it as a pony. One moment, let me check.”
Closing her eyes, Twilight's horn once again began to glow. Trace's body illuminated in a faint purple, but soon it dispelled. Twilight shook her head, frowning, “You may look like a pony, but for all intents and purposes, you are still a human...”
“So... Trace will be a pony for forty-eight hours, during our heat cycles, with no chance of getting pregnant?” Lyra asked, the corner of her mouth turning up in a sly grin.
However, Twilight didn't know why she seemed so happy, but replied anyway, “Yeah... So you can mate all you want, you wont get pregnant.”
Scooting over to Rarity, Lyra whispered into her ear, smiling all the while. Rarity's eyes widened, shock on her face. Soon enough, the white unicorn shared in Lyra's grin, her eyes rolling over Trace's pony form. Trace's coat matched what his human hair had been, a milky brown. His mane, surprisingly, was short and purple. His flank, however, was blank.
“It looks like he still gained a bit of DNA from Rarity, hence the purple mane and tail. He also seemed to take after her, and became a unicorn.” Twilight stated, jotting down notes in her parchment.
Upon Twilight's mention of being a unicorn, Trace's hoof darted up, feeling the long cone that resided there. A grin formed on his face as he stood up, “Awesome! Can I do magic?”
Shaking her head, Twilight frowned at him, “Like I said, you are still a human, and your magic reservoir is empty, remember? It may also be the reason you don't have a cutiemark, you have no magic of any kind.”
Sitting back down, Trace hung his head in a pout. Rarity and Lyra made their way over, nuzzling their noses against his cheek. Trace's ears stiffened, his tail flickering side to side.
Reaching her mouth over to Trace's ear, Lyra whispered, “Don't worry, we will make you feel like a real pony in no time.”
Just as she said that, Lyra nipped at his ear. He recoiled, crimson forcing its way on his face. Glancing down, he noticed his clothes were gone, and if he got hard, it would surely show. Lyra pulled away, taking Trace's discarded clothes in her aura, “Thanks for trying Twilight, we will be back in two days to try again.”
“I-if you don't mind...” Fluttershy added, getting up to follow her three herd members.
“No problem!” Twilight chimed, “I'll happily try again. I'm just sorry it didn't work the first time!”
“Bye Twilight!” Everyone waved, and rushed out the door.
As the door closed, Spike elbowed Twilight in the foreleg, “I hope they don't exhaust him before you get the chance to cast the spell again.”
Spike let out a chuckle, walking over to a broom to resume sweeping the floor. The gears in Twilight's mind turned, running her assistants words through her mind. Her eyes snapped open as it dawned on her. She furrowed her brow, glaring daggers at the young dragon, “Spike, you're grounded!”
“Awe... what did I do?” Spike frowned, confusion mixing in with his pout.
Twilight growled, her mind blank in rage toward the perverted dragon. She stomped her hoof down, turning for her room, “I want this place spotless by the time they return, got that Spike?”
As the purple mare disappeared into her room, Spike glanced around the library. Books and research notes were scattered all about. He let out a sigh, hanging his head, “I should have went to Canterlot to skip Twilight's heat...”
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The door clicked as Lyra's horn locked it behind them. By the time they had got home, Trace manage to get used to walking. It was almost like walking on all fours as a human. He let out a pant, surprised at how tiring it was for him to learn how to walk as a pony. Stepping over to the middle of the room, Trace let himself fall to his side.
“Oh dear.” Rarity smiled lovingly, laying down with her side against Trace's back, “You look so tired, darling. Is there anything we could possibly do for our handsome stallion?”
“We should really do something for the poor stallion, don't you think, Rarity?” Lyra giggled, smiling to her white marefriend.
Fluttershy frowned, listening all the while, but not quite catching on. She circled around the three so she could face Trace, “I'll make us some tea, you just relax.”
“Sounds like a plan, thanks Shy.” Trace smiled weakly.
Once Fluttershy was out of the room, Trace winced slightly as he felt a hoof trail up his side. After relaxing, he could hear Rarity speak, “Look at how he flinched, poor thing must be so sensitive as a pony, and it's all our fault.”
Another hoof joined in, this time Lyra's hoof trailing over his side. Her green hoof made its way down, and tracing over where his cutiemark should have been, making the stallion shudder, “I agree, but what could we possibly do to make it up to him?”
Trace let out a content sigh, closing his eyes as he replied, “It really isn't that bad, it'll be interesting to walk in a pony's shoes for awhile.”
“Our stallion is so kind, isn't he, Lyra? We really don't deserve him.” Rarity lowered her voice at the end, her hoof making its way around Trace's torso, lightly rubbing his stomach.
For a moment, Trace felt like he was melting into the floor, barely hearing his mare friend's words. His breath caught in his throat as Rarity's hoof traced over a particularly ticklish spot, but it soon diminished. He let out a small coo, “No, I'm the one that isn't worthy. You girls spoil me...”
Rarity and Lyra both giggled, keeping up their ministrations. Stepping from the kitchen, Fluttershy's eyes fell on her herd. She watched the calm content grin on Trace's face. She let out a giggle, alerting the three to her presence, “The tea is on, it'll be a bit, though.”
“Okay, Shy. That sounds lovely.” Trace murmured, sighing afterward. For a moment he felt as if he wasn't careful, he would soon fall asleep.
Making her way around, Fluttershy laid her body down behind Trace. She moved his tail out of the way before rubbing her nose gently where his cutiemark should have been. Even though Trace was relaxed, he noticed something. Lyra and Rarity's touches seemed different, but he couldn't quite place it. As Fluttershy brought up her hoof, she trailed it over his flank. It felt nice, but it seemed different somehow. Focusing on Rarity and Lyra's touch, they seemed energetic, maybe dare he say, adventurous?
Dismissing the thought, he soon moved his head slightly for more comfort. As Rarity trailed her hoof down Trace's stomach, he absentmindedly spread his legs slightly to give her better access. He heard Lyra giggle lightly, but merely thought she was enjoying giving him attention.
“Look, we must be doing a good job.” Rarity giggled.
Trace's ears flickered, barely hearing what Rarity said. He was half into unconsciousness as hooves danced across his form. He could feel Lyra shuffle, followed by Fluttershy saying, “Lyra, what are... oh my...”
Then his eyes darted open, his breath getting caught in his throat. His mind becoming awfully aware that at some point his cock had slipped from its sheath and Lyra currently had it grasped in her foreleg. He let out a groan, his member pulsing to its full size. He heard Rarity's laugh chime in his ear.
“but... he looks so tired, shouldn't we let him rest, girls?” Fluttershy stated in a soft worried tone, but her worry, only made him twitch further in Lyra's hoof.
Feeling a hoof around his leg, Trace let out a grunt as he was pulled to his back and his member slipped from Lyra's grasp. He didn't even have to look down to know his hind legs were being spread by magic.
“Does he look tired to you, Lyra?” Rarity stated, grinning all the while.
Shooting the unicorn a devious grin, Lyra replied, “I don't know, he looks rather lively to me!”
Glancing down in between his hooves, Trace took notice that his right hind leg was encased in a minty green aura, while his left was in Rarity's blue magic. A blush crossed his muzzle as he saw Fluttershy eyeing his throbbing member, a cute red hue across her cheeks. Letting his head fall back against the floor, Trace sighed, 'I wonder how much of this is caused by their heat?'
His thoughts ended as his attention turned back to Rarity as she spoke, “What about you, my beautiful, Fluttershy? Does he look tired to you?”
Trace's cheeks darkened as he suddenly felt himself twitch violently. Using a hoof, he tried to hide the increasing crimson that formed, 'they're having a tad too much fun with this...'
“Poor dear, he looks so helpless.” Rarity snickered, lowering her head to nip at Trace's neck.
“Shy? How about you show our stallion some relief?” Lyra couldn't help a small amused chuckle, looking to Fluttershy.
For a moment, there was no reply, but after a minute or so, Trace's ears flickered as he heard, “I'm so sorry, Trace.”
'Why is she apologizi--' Trace's head shot back, suddenly feeling something moist and soft making contact with the side of his erect shaft. His rod bounced against Shy's nose, but she didn't back away. She moved forward, running her tongue across the head, making him shudder.
“Oh, he seems to really like that!” Rarity stated, running her hoof down Trace's chest.
“I have something for us!” Lyra suddenly, and randomly stated, her horn levitating over a saddle bag that was draped on the couch arm. The lid flipped open, and a vial filled with a sparkly blue liquid floated out.
“Is that what I think it is?” excitement and a seductive tone filled Rarity's voice. Trace could tell she must have been smiling. Though his mind was currently distracted on the wet tongue dancing across his girth.
Lyra nodded, hovering it above Trace's head, allowing him a glimpse of the blue liquid, “It's a special booster that helps stallions with their herds heat. Allows them to keep going over a long period. You're only supposed to take one every twenty-four hours, though.”
“How many did you purchase?” Rarity calmly and plainly asked.
“I bought seven, one for each day of our heat.”
Fluttershy suddenly stopped her licking, making Trace grunt in disapproval, “Will they hurt him?”
“The catalog I ordered them from has a large fan base, and it has a large approval rating. Just said that as long as we keep him hydrated after each orgasm, he'll just sleep it off when he falls asleep, and will feel rejuvenated the next day.”
Just as Lyra stated that, a loud whistle came from the kitchen. Fluttershy was about to get up, but Rarity stopped her, “I'll get that, it seems you need to finish what you started.” She got up, pointing her hoof to Trace before turning for the kitchen.
The yellow Pegasi's cheeks reddened as her eyes fell back down to Trace's throbbing stallionhood. Her wings flared out, going wide eyed, “I'm so sorry Trace, you must feel so abandoned right now!”
Lifting up his head, Trace chuckled, “It's okay, Shy, really...” He forced an awkward smile. Honestly, with her administrations, he had been close to the edge. He couldn't help it when his member throbbed again, begging for relief.
“I'll help you, don't worry!” Fluttershy crawled forward, darting her head between his legs.
A grunt was forcefully expelled from his lips, Trace's mouth hung open as he gasped. He could feel his member pop into Shy's mouth and she almost gagged, trying to hastily do her best to please him. Trace winced in pleasure, chuckling between pants, “E-easy... Shy...”
With his soft words, Shy slowed her efforts, pulling almost all the way off. Her tongue swirled around the tip just like one of the mare's in her naughty books had done. Trace let out a pleasured sigh, “Much... much better.”
Lyra laid down a sheet of instructions. She had been reading the directions to the liquid, but now that she was finished, she popped off the cork, “Trace, please drink this.”
He thought about declining, but as he looked up at the lusty look in Lyra's eyes, he decided against it. Lifting up his head, he opened his mouth as the vial hovered to his lips. The liquid had a thick, gooey texture, almost like honey oozing down his throat. The taste seemed tangy, yet like a thick blue raspberry paste. Once he swallowed, his entire body warmed, almost like he had drank an entire cup of hot chocolate after coming in from a blizzard.
The world spun slightly as the potion kicked in, and his member throbbed harder into Fluttershy's mouth. Rarity then returned carrying four large glasses of iced sweet tea, “Shy, darling, why don't you go ahead and let poor Trace have some release, then we will let him drink some tea.”
Fluttershy whimpered as a green aura pulled her away from the warm throbbing treat she was suckling on. Lyra giggled as a string of saliva broke free from Trace's member, and the adorable hurt look on Shy's face, “Wouldn't you rather he cum someplace else, instead of your mouth?”
Shy seemed to think for a moment, but hesitantly nodded. Trace was about to get up, but soon found his yellow marefriend stepping over his body. He paused for a moment, seeing the pained lust on her face. Through all that, he could tell she still feared pushing him, but her heat refused to let her stop herself.
“Shy--” Trace barely managed to say before his lips were met with hers. Fluttershy closed her eyes, deepening the kiss, not giving him a chance as her tongue darted in. Trace's eyes glazed over as they kiss broke.
He could feel her slide down his body, and he moaned as the tip of his shaft prodded against something hot. Trace's body winced, it was almost like his member was being shrouded in a fresh heating pad; a wet one at that. Fluttershy's head leaned back, her mouth hanging open as the thick stallion member slid into her willing passage, spreading her vulva wide.
“Atta girl!” Lyra cheered her marefriend on, stepping on behind the two as she got the chance to see the final inch of Trace's cock disappear into Fluttershy's depth, “Taking him like a champ!”
Reaching up his forehooves, Trace grabbed onto Shy's sides right above where her hind legs met her body. The world seemed to blur, the vial of liquid clearly having a strong effect. After Fluttershy pulled up, sliding his member out of her wet folds, Trace slammed her down with all his might, making the pink maned mare scream out in ecstasy. Fluttershy let out a squeak, her head darting back and her mane swishing back.
Trace heard a loud breathy moan that sounded like Rarity. Glancing over, she was currently leaned back on the couch, her hind legs dangling off the side and spread wide. Her faint blue aura around her horn, alerted him that she was using magic. His eyes followed south down her body, until his eyes fell to her wet folds. Trace let out a moan as he noticed a makeshift magical cylinder like object shoving itself in and out of her.
Lyra, however, wasn't pleasuring herself, she had stepped on behind the two, watching Trace's stallionhood burying into Fluttershy. She licked her lips hungrily, kneading her hind legs against the floor. Grinning, Trace decided to put on a good show for her. He tightened his grip around Fluttershy's waist, making her squeak lightly, before slamming her down in hard quick thrusts.
Fluttershy was no longer able to make coherrent moans, but with each hard push inside her, a squeak would force its way from her throat. Trace thought her voice was cute, along with her wings slightly bouncing along with her body. He could tell Shy had most likely already had several short spasms, but knew by know that she wouldn't cum while in heat until he sprayed his sweet nectar deep inside her womb. Reaching his hooves on up, he pulled Fluttershy's body to his, forcing her to lay on top of him. While holding her still, he put all his force and focus on shoving his cock rapidly in and out; making her scream out. His pace slowed slightly in shock when he heard Fluttershy scream out something that resembled a profanity.
Once he resumed his efforts, he slowly felt his orgasm building. Except that his orgasm seemed to build much slower than usual, and a lot more fierce than normal. Which it most likely had something to do with the booster.
“I'm cumming!” Trace warned, breathing heavily into Shy's ear.
Whimpering her acknowledgment, Fluttershy buried her face into Trace's neck. With a few more thrusts, Trace grunted, feeling his cum travel up through his member and into Fluttershy. He didn't know if it was because he was a pony or if it was the booster, but his cum seemed far more plentiful than normal. He shot massive amounts of his gooey cum deep inside, weakly thrusting, only barely moving as he hilted inside her.
A few tears trickled down Shy's cheeks, letting out what sounded like pained filled grunts as her orgasm wrecked her senses. Her entire body shuddering violently, and milking Trace's shaft for all its worth, but despite that, they both felt generous amounts glop out, and drip down Trace's shaft and balls. After letting out a hefty breath he didn't know he had been holding during his orgasm, Trace let the back of his head fall to the floor.
After a few minutes of heavy panting, Fluttershy shakily stood. Trace's member fell out of her tunnel, followed soon after by more cum dropping onto Trace's stomach. Once Fluttershy stepped off to the side, she collapsed, shuddering once more against the floor, cooing in delight.
Lyra was about to step on up for her turn, but was swiftly stopped by a blue aura, “Don't forget, we need to keep him hydrated, dear.”
Weakly the minty mare nodded, watching Rarity's aura help Trace to sit up on his haunches as a glass of tea hovered over. Trace grabbed hold of the glass, downing the entire glass in a few gulps. Lyra and Rarity giggled, but Rarity insisted to say something, “Slower next time, Trace. You'll make yourself sick, like that.”
Looking in between Trace's legs, Lyra could see he hadn't softened by much. Turning her rump toward him, she glanced back over her shoulder, “Come and get it, stud.”
Jumping up, Trace eyed his mare in a lusty gaze, his mind just as hazy 'I'm so warm... and my body feels like it's moving on its own...'
Throwing his fore hooves over Lyra's back, he didn't even hesitate before he plummeted his girth down deep into Lyra's passage. In the sudden violation, Lyra's front half fell to the floor. Without any waiting, Trace pulled himself back before pounding forward. It seemed that Lyra was even hotter than Fluttershy had been, but that could just be the booster making it feel that way. Trace's eyes fell half lidded, 'this feels so good, I can't... control myself.'
For some reason, Trace lowered his head and grabbed the nape of Lyra's neck in his teeth. Lyra let out a moan of surprise, but welcomed the sensation. After several shudders, and smaller orgasms, Lyra could tell her stallion was coming closer to his peak. Closing her eyes, she focused on tightening her passage, begging his cock to release its load. She could hear Trace groan painfully, his tempo hastening. Lyra groaned as Trace forced her head down into the carpet as his thrusts pushed her forward. She hardly minded, her hazy heat filled lust being sent over the edge as an array of squirts painted across her insides, feeling every shot.
“Trace...” She managed to whimper out before her legs finally let out, falling to the floor. However, Trace didn't fall with her, he simply popped out of her wet tunnel, spilling a massive amount onto the floor.
Rarity watched the stallion eagerly as he stepped over to the table, grabbing another glass of tea and downing it. Despite her own lust and arousal, she voiced her worry, “Darling, we can take a moment if you need rest?”
Then he looked at her. She was a little shocked at the almost lifeless stare he was giving her, but upon further investigation, she found it was lust. The same lust she had seen in Lyra, Fluttershy's, and even her own eyes when they went in heat. Trace stepped on over, and Rarity giggled, “Seriously, hun, if you need a minute...”
Swatting away Rarity's magical dildo, Trace lowered his head, giving the slick stretched hole a tentative lick, making a moan force its way from Rarity's lips. Rarity's gaze softened, trying her best to think of his walefare, “Trace, I'm telling you, take a break.”
Raising his gaze to meet hers, Trace rubbed Rarity's teats with his hoof, “This is me taking a break.”
Without another word, Trace returned his head lower, burying his snout into her mound, his tongue darting on in. Rarity squirmed on the couch, scooting down by an inch or so. With his hoof, Trace stopped Rarity from sliding further, along with pushing forward, licking against something rough like a walnut. When his marefriend gave a shrill of delight, he focused his efforts there.
Even though Rarity was in utter bliss, without some sort of primordial ooze spraying inside her, she couldn't reach her final climax. With her mind hazed over, she tapped Trace on the head, making him look up from between her legs without stopping his efforts. She shuddered at the sight, but gave a breathy voice, “P-please... if... if you've rested enough...”
Pulling back, Trace threw his hooves to either side of her waist. Rarity's eyes went wide, regaining some of her regalia in her panic, “T-this position is rather kinky, isn't it, darling?”
“I don't care...” Trace panted, his lust taking over his mind and body by now. All he could do was think, 'I hope she doesn't mind... It's not like either one of us has a choice right now. I can't... control myself it seems like...'
Rarity let out a loud squeak that would make even Fluttershy proud as Trace's thick girth spread her wider than her magical toy had. After a brief moment, she inched her eyes open to glance into Trace's, “Please, I've tried to wait patiently, but now, I can't take it much longer...”
Nodding, Trace pulled back before thrusting forward, shoving himself all the way in. Rarity could feel herself bounce back and forth on the couch. Her head bouncing along with her hair springing too and fro. She felt the drool pool in her mouth, before quickly realizing and swallowing it. Her body shuddered, but she knew it wasn't the main course, Trace was still going strong inside her.
'He seems to be lasting a lot longer than with the others.' Rarity briefly thought to herself, her pussy aching and throbbing, ready for sweet release, 'Maybe the poor dear is growing tired?'
Her thoughts were cut off as he suddenly picked up the tempo, his breathing erratic and his legs shaking. Rarity's world went white as an array of cum shot insider her, suddenly sending over the edge with her ultimate goal. Her body shuddering to the point that she thought she would slide off the couch if Trace wasn't there. Her hips bucked up toward Trace, feeling his member prod inside of her, right at her womb. His cock spraying a painful amount and filling her to the brim. She could feel a couple drips from the rim where they were connected, and they dropped to the couch and floor.
The booster seemed to fade for the moment, and Trace whimpered as his member stayed slightly hard as he collapsed to his side on the floor. With her last bit of energy, Rarity levitated over another glass of tea, “Here, drink this and I think we deserve a nap.”
Without any reluctance, he eagerly downed the glass before letting his head fall to the floor. Rarity smiled a content smile, dropping off the couch, but as she got to her hooves, they gave out and she fell to the floor. Trace's head jerked up in worry, “Rarity, you okay?”
Letting out an embarrassed giggle, Rarity nodded, “My legs feel like jello.”
Trace smiled at her, weakly crawling across the floor before nuzzling his cheek against Rarity's, “Just means I done a good job.”
“It sure does.” Rarity let out a soft sigh, cooing as she leaned into Trace's nuzzles.
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It was time for the spell to be recast forty-eight hours later, and three of the four barely had the energy to walk. The booster had Trace refreshed and bounding with energy. He had a huge smile on his face as he trotted on up ahead. When he looked back, he couldn't help but chuckle, “I'm sorry girls, you look so exhausted. I feel like I'm to blame.”
“Er...” Lyra blushed, lowering her head in shame, “It's because I wanted to try those boosters...”
“Darling, don't beat yourself up.” Rarity weakly giggled, stepping in a zig zag pattern, trying to keep her path directed toward Twilight's library, “I daresay it was totally worth it. I've never felt such intense pleasure in my life!”
Whimpering from behind, Fluttershy used her wings to keep her balance. Her hind legs were spread farther apart than normal as she walked, feeling a throb between her hind legs, “I-is it me, or is Trace...”
“Bigger as a pony?” Lyra chuckled, but then sighed, “Yeah... I think he is...”
Trace frowned, letting out a sigh of his own, “I'm so sorry, girls...”
“Don't worry Trace.” Lyra smiled, “As soon as the spell is recast, and our heats step in again, we'll probably be right back at it.”
A blush formed on Trace's face as he looked across all three of his marefriends. Fluttershy and Rarity had merely nodded their agreements, already looking as if they were heated just talking about it.
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Twilight watched the three mares curiously as they sluggishly made their way into the library. She giggled as she asked worriedly, “Girls, you look like you've gotten in a huge fight and lost; what happened?”
Glancing to one another, Trace's herd members soon hung their heads as Rarity stated, “Well, darling, Trace was a pony without chance of pregnancy.”
“And we were in heat...” Fluttershy shamefully admitted, hanging her head.
“A-and... we had boosters on hoof...” Lyra also hung her head, her ears folded back.
Twilight's cheeks reddened, having knowledge of the boosters that were all the rage back in Canterlot, “O-oh... well... Do you girls.., still feel up to doing this?”
All three nodded in unison, and Trace couldn't help but chuckle in pity for the three, “They really seem to want to have babies with me.”
Nodding, Twilight motioned Rarity over to the middle of the room, “Okay, I'll make this quick, and you girls can go procreate.”
The three girls shuddered, before glancing over and eyeing Trace up and down. Twilight decided to ignore their reactions, and just turned to Trace, “Let me reverse the spell first, though.”
Lowering her head, Twilight's horn illuminated and with a flash of light, Trace was once more a human being. Twilight darted her gaze away, a red hue fiercly burning away on her cheeks. Trace glance down, blushing at his nudity, “R-rarity?”
Giggling, Rarity opened her saddle bag and levitated out a change of clothes, “Here you go, Trace!”
He could feel his herd eyeing his nude form, and even Twilight was stealing glances out of the corner of her eye. He could see her struggling, and hoped he wasn't causing her too much discomfort. Though, she seemed to be handling herself much better than the first time he had seen her in heat. At least she wasn't strapping him to a chair and molesting him. Thinking about it, however, he wasn't sure if his herd would actually stop her if she tried. They would probably all just take turns at him; after a booster of course.
Letting out a sigh, Trace hurriedly got dressed and moved to the center of the room, just as last time, “Let's do this.”
Moving to the center as well, Twilight lowered her head, her horn being set aglow. Twilight spoke up, voicing her concerns, “Just as before, this shouldn't hurt, and I should succeed this time. I practiced on Spike and Owlicious while you were gone, and I have a good feeling this time.”
“S-spikey wikey? Please tell me you didn't...” Rarity nervously grinned, looking over to Spike who absentmindedly swept the floor.
Releasing her magic for the moment, Twilight raised her brow, “Yeah, and there were no side effects. His base DNA is now a ponies for two days.”
“Twilight, while we're at it, how're you doing with your heat?” Lyra asked.
Trace raised his brow, 'that was off topic, Lyra... and definitely seems inappropriate.'
Smiling, Twilight raised her head proudly, “With all the new boosters coming out, I was asked to test a new one. It allows mares without stallions to cope without having to use any artificial devices.” Lowering her head, Twilight bashfully turned her eyes toward Trace, “It isn't perfect, but at least I haven't lost myself this time.”
“I don't mean to be rude, but can we please get started? I want to get home...” Fluttershy hung her head, fidgeting slightly against the floor.
Lyra stepped on over, gently running her hoof up the back of Fluttershy's neck, “Is your heat coming back?”
The yellow mare hid her face behind a wall of pink, nodding, and her cheeks reddening as if she had done something wrong.
Once again lighting her horn, Twilight aimed it at Trace, “Okay, like I said, I'll make this quick.”
Just like last time, his body tingled and he hovered off the ground. Flashes of Rarity crossed his vision, and wondered if sharing her DNA code had something to do with it. Unlike last time, it seemed to take barely a couple seconds before Trace landed on his feet. Twilight smiled as she stated, “You can open your eyes, now.”
Patting himself down, Trace smiled, “I'm not a pony this time. Did it work?”
“Let me see.” Twilight simply stated, her aura scanning his body. After a moment she just smiled, “It seemed to have worked. My detection spell says you are in fact, a pony now. You have forty-eight hours to inseminate Fluttershy and Lyra. With this type of spell, once it is successfully cast, you have a ninty-two percent chance of conception.”
Stepping toward the front door, Rarity waved back to her friend, “Sorry to run, dear, but as you said, we only have forty-eight hours!”
“I understand, have fun!” Twilight waved, watching the four through the door, slowly closing the door.
“I suppose Trace wore them out instead.” Spike chuckled lightly, his body covered in bandages here or there.
“Spike!” Twilight frowned, glaring at the small dragon.
“Oh come on... I hurt myself trying to rush and clean up, I--”
Spike was cut off, as Twilight shook her head, “No, this time I have something else in mind.”
As the purple mare disappeared into the bathroom, Spike watched curiously. Taking a few steps to the left to see what Twilight was doing, but when she appeared, Spike's eyes looked to the object in her aura, “S-soap? What are you planning on doing with that?”
Twilight furrowed her brow, “This!” before shoving the bar into the dragon's mouth.
Spike went wide eyed, spitting out the bar, and dropping the broom, he spit and sputtered, “What the hell, Twilight?”
“Well, if you didn't have a filthy mouth, I wouldn't have to wash it!” Twilight grinned spitefully to him.
Crossing his arms, Spike frowned, “Ya know Twi, it wouldn't sound so dirty if you would get yourself laid!”
That was it, something snapped inside Twilight as she eyed the small dragon in shock, “Why you little...” She yelled, before picking the soap up from the floor.
“N-no! No, Twilight!” Spike pleaded, turning to run.
Twilight's magic snapped at Spike's tail as he ran for the kitchen, “Come back here!”
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Trace and his herd glanced back toward the library, worry on all of their faces. Trace chuckled nervously, turning to his marefriends, “Should we go back?”
“Just keep walking, darling.” Rarity smiled hesitantly, having heard a good bit of Twilight's and Spike's conversation.
“A-are you sure?” Trace asked, barely hearing what they had been yelling back and forth about, “If she's in heat, and Spike's there, even with that booster, shouldn't we--”
“Trace, trust us on this one...” Lyra chuckled hesitantly, running her side against his leg.
“He'll be alright, okay Trace?” Fluttershy stated lightly, trying to lead the way back to her cottage.
“O-okay...” Trace frowned, glancing back to the library once more, “Sorry Spike, I tried.”
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Even though his mares seemed to be rushing home, the trip seemed to be taking forever. Rarity, Lyra, and Fluttershy all seemed to be feeling their heat return. They kept glancing back, and Trace watched their eyes trace up and down his body before turning back forward. He let out a sigh, 'I can't believe I'm going to bare children with these sex crazed mares.' A small smile made its way onto his face, and he chuckled, 'I can't wait!'
“Trace? What's so funny?” Lyra looked expectantly back to Trace, grinning at the large smile her stallion had been sporting.
“Nothing, just feeling really lucky to be with you three.” Trace smiled, keeping a few steps behind.
Rarity giggled, nodding to Trace, “Well, you better show Fluttershy, and Lyra that once we return.”
Pausing, Lyra frowned, facing Rarity, “Not that I don't want you around, but should you really be around Trace while you're in heat? I mean... you share his DNA right now, so isn't that like having a child with a brother or something?”
The white mare stopped in her tracks, glancing back to Trace. She suddenly realized how wet she had been, impatiently wanting to get back home. Reluctantly she let out a sigh, “You're absolutely right... I trust you three will be fine without me?”
“Y-yeah...” Lyra stated with a frown, rubbing her forehoof regretfully, “Sorry, Rarity...”
Fluttershy however, merely hung her head, knowing there wasn't anything they could do. Rarity merely waved it off, “No worries, I can have Trace once more in forty-eight hours.” Winking to Trace, Rarity turned back toward Ponyville, “Have fun, Trace.”
As his marefriend walked away, Trace was tempted to stop her, but knew it would just make it harder on her. He could see her tail twitch side to side, her legs wobbling. He could even smell her aroma in the air, 'poor thing... She's so generous all the time, it's almost painful to watch.'
Deciding to put the moment behind them for now, Lyra forced a smile, taking Trace's hand in her minty aura, “Let's go! Foals don't bare themselves!”
When Trace didn't budge, she let out a sigh, “It's okay... she's a big mare, she will be alright.”
Nodding, Trace shrugged his shoulders, “Let's go then.”
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Spike huffed, hanging by his tail upside down. He crossed his arms as Twilight glared into his green eyes. Spike stuck out his tongue and Twilight rolled her eyes, “Do you even understand why I'm so mad?”
Letting out an unsteady and shaky breath, Spike closed his eyes to release his anger as much as possible. Once satisfied that he wouldn't snap, he tried to answer honestly, “Sweetiebelle, Applebloom, and Scootaloo all have been telling me about sex and stuff. They talk about it so innocently, and then all the adults turn red and defensive. I just don't see why it's such a big deal, is all...”
Frowning to the small dragon, Twilight flipped him around in her magic, before gently placing him on the ground, “Because, it's inappropriate...”
“Inappropriate?” Spike frowned, looking at Twilight, befuddled as to why she could possibly think that, “Just look at all your friends around town, Twilight.”
“W-what do you mean?” Twilight stuttered, looking to him cautiously.
“I've accepted that Rarity is with Trace and his herd, and that is because she is happy. How is happiness, inappropriate?”
“It's not the happiness that's inappropriate. It's the um... s-sexual... stuff.” Twilight's cheeks turned red, averting her gaze away from the small dragon.
“Is it? Is it really?” Spike once again crossed his arms, raising his brow. Twilight merely watched him curiously as he continued, “Is it really inappropriate to show one another that you care for them in a way that requires you to physically take care of their needs? To release their stress through pleasure and love?”
“Wow Spike... That's...” Twilight grinned, looking to him in awe, “That's so poetic.”
Spike's cheeks warmed, this time it was his turn to avert his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck with his claw, “I-it's nothing, really... Sweetiebelle has been bringing some odd books to the club house and reads them to us.”
“Books?” Twilight asked, smiling, “What are they called? Maybe I can give them a read. They sound intriguing.”
“Hmm...” Spike scratched his head, “I think they're called, 'herd in the sheets.'”
“Oh, I think Rarity told me about that one, I--” Twilight fell silent, suddenly remembering exactly why Rarity had told her about them. They were vividly erotic and graphic novels for lonely mares without lovers. Rarity had offered to let Twilight have them since she no longer required them, due to being with Trace, “Spike!”
“What?!” Spike snapped back, worry on his face, “What did I do now?!”
Blushing, Twilight recoiled a little, “I think I should speak with Rarity, and Applejack about what their sisters have been up too. I probably could talk about Scootaloo with Rainbow as well.” Reluctantly turning her gaze toward her assistant, Twilight sighed, “We need to have a little talk, Spike...”
“Not another lecture...” Spike murmured.
“What did you say?” Twilight raised her brow.
“N-nothing...” Spike lowered his head, letting out a sigh
Author's Note
Whenever I asked in the blog about turning Trace into a pony or not, I decided to work both options into it. Hopefully it wasn't too unoriginal for him to be a pony for a brief time. Also, I'm sorry for how it suddenly ended. I kept trying to write an ending, and by the time I got to where it was, I had already written another 2000 words before I finally decided to just end it. Still not satisfied with the ending, but if I didn't stop, I was going to go on, and on, and on. I don't think it matters though, I'm going to be continuing on with this particular short side story later on, anyway.
Enjoy Everypony! Hopefully, it lives up to Ever Growing Friendship, if not better!
Ever Growing Side Stories
Written By: Cloudline Dasher
Chapter Two: Poor Trace
Timeline: roughly ten months after 'Producing a Smaller Version of a Herd'
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Trace glanced to his herd worriedly. Twilight had once again resumed their studies, but this time for another matter. She taught him everything he could possibly need to prepare for equine pregnancy, along with being a father of a pony. The biggest fact was that they were cutting it awful close with this vacation. Twilight had said that pony pregnancies usually last ten or eleven months, depending on size of the pony.
However, the vacation, wasn't necessarily a vacation, but more of a meet the parent's, type of deal. With the loving support of her herd, Fluttershy sent a letter to her mom, letting her know she was going to be a grandparent. She shockingly received a heart felt letter, begging her to come visit, if only to see her once again. One of the scary things, though, was Shy forgot to mention one small detail; that the father of her unborn foal, was in fact, not a pony. Trace paced back and forth in the large expensive camper like flying carriage, his herd's eyes following his every step.
“Darling, relax. You're going to wear a groove into the floor, and then fall from the carriage!” Rarity sweetly stated, not daring to really glance out the window since the little incident with her ethereal wings burning off and plummeting to her doom. It was just lucky she had a friend like Rainbow Dash that had saved her that day.
“I can't help it...” Trace sighed, suddenly sitting down, “Fluttershy hasn't spoken highly of her parents. I mean... her mom seems nice, but what if she hates me? What if she is disappointed in Fluttershy? It would be all my fault!” He buried his face in his hands, letting out a groan.
Shakily getting to her hooves, Fluttershy stopped for a moment before moving a hoof to her large rounded belly. Trace lifted his head in worry as his pregnant marefriend made her way over, “I'm not worried, Trace. My mom writes those interspecie erotica novels, remember? I highly doubt she wouldn't like you. Actually...” Fluttershy gave a short giggle, crimson forming on her cheeks, “I'd be surprised if she didn't ask you if she could write a novel about a human.”
Trace hung his head, letting out a small sigh of relief, “Yeah, but still... What about her family? You said before that she lives with her sister, and her sister's herd. Are they easy going, or...?”
“Who do you think got her to publish her first book?” Fluttershy stated sweetly, tilting her head cutely, “My mom and auntie, share everything with each other. Auntie Flora Wings insisted that she read it, despite my mom's shyness back in high school.”
“W-what about your...” Trace fell silent, watching Fluttershy, 'I can't ask her about her father... he was the one that pitched a fit and left her and her mom.'
“We don't have to worry about my dad. No one has heard from him in a long time.” Fluttershy stated in her most calm voice, without the slightest sign of distress.
Blinking in confusion, Trace merely watched his marefriend, “Sorry, Shy...”
“Don't be.” Fluttershy smiled, nosing her snout into the palm of Trace's hand, “I've put it behind me, and all I care about is you, Rarity, Lyra, and our unborn foals.”
“Fluttershy is right... ah...” Lyra grunted as she slipped from the couch, steadying herself with magic, her enlarged tummy making it hard to walk, “You shouldn't worry, and you have to remember, in this world, mares are dominant. We will be the ones to blame, so you just sit back and let your lovers handle it.”
“That doesn't make me feel any better.” Trace frowned, letting out a frustrated sigh.
Rushing on over, Rarity cleared her voice, “What the dear is trying to say is, you shouldn't worry about menial things. No matter what happens with any of our parents. In the end, we will always love one another, and will be there”
As the carriage suddenly touched down atop a large cloud, Trace let out a sigh, “Yeah, I'll try not to worry so much.”
Stepping from the carriage first, Trace and Rarity guided their marefriends down the steps. Their hooves sinking slightly into the cloud material. It was kind for Twilight to offer a lengthened cloud walking spell. Nowadays however, you could get a cloud walking spell refreshed at every corner store. With the spell suddenly being widely open to the public, the trade market went through the roof. Opening up jobs for unicorns as cloud walking casters, and making it possible for some unicorn or even a few wealthy earth pony family's to live in Cloudsdale.
Twilight had attempted to teach Lyra the spell, but with her magic so widely erratic thanks to the foal, her magic would short circuit and blast a hole in the ceiling. Rarity had managed to learn the spell, but without too much time to practice, her spell only lasts five or so minutes before dispersing.
Keeping his distance a little behind his herd, Trace kept a close eye on Fluttershy and Lyra. He was paranoid that something would happen, and so, he didn't notice when two ponies made their way over, “Sweetheart!”
“Mommy!” Fluttershy pleaded, running weakly toward the other mare.
Trace's eyes darted to the two mares. The one Fluttershy's hooves were currently hugging tightly, her mane was a darker shade of pink from Shy's, with a little gray showing through. Her coat was a faded yellow, while her cutiemark was a book with a male and female symbol on the cover. It made him wonder what age she was when she decided to write erotica.
He was soon snapped back to the moment as he heard his name from Shy, “Trace, this is my mom, Slender Breeze, and this is my aunt Flora Wings!”
Slender Breeze and Flora Wings glanced up, their gaze clueless as to what to think. Flora was the first to speak up, “What is he?”
Smiling over to her sister, Slender Breeze stepped over to Trace's side. Trace blinked in confusion as the mare took his hand in her hooves as she spoke, “He's that human in Ponyville I've heard so much about! Seeing as there's not any stallions around, I assume he is your mate, Fluttershy?”
Nodding, Fluttershy smiled, the look of pride upon her face, “Yeah, he's the father to your grand kids.”
“Eep~!” Trace yelped as a hoof suddenly grasped at his butt, his eyes darting down to see a wide, yet surprisingly innocent looking smiling Slender Breeze looking up to him.
“Mommy!” yelled a shocked Shy, a large blush across her muzzle and her wings shaking at her sides.
“Yes, honey?” Slender Breeze softly asked her daughter, acting as if she hadn't done anything.
“Y-you grabbed his...” Stuttered Shy, hiding half her face behind her mane.
“Just checking out the goods that captured my daughters eye.” Slender Breeze let out a cute little giggle, before taking Trace's hand in her hooves once more, “Now, how about we get your lovely herd back home, stud?”
“Mmm...” Trace's cheeks were set aflame, swallowing nervously. All he managed was an affirmative nod.
“Very good, let's go!” Slender Breeze stated cheerfully, smacking her hoof once more on Trace's rump, making him jump forward slightly. Fluttershy merely watched in shock as her mother motioned her toward town.
Out of the corner of his eye, Trace could see Lyra and Rarity covering their mouths, snickering lightly. As they noticed Trace looking at them, they averted their gaze, whistling nonchalantly. Trace rolled his eyes, following after Shy, her mother, and aunt.
“Let's follow, darling.” Rarity stated with a short giggle, running her nose under Lyra's chin.
Lyra nodded, trying her best to catch up to Trace, giving his rear a smack of her own. Trace yelped as he jerked around, “Slender Breeze!” He snapped, but then he realized his mistake. His eyes went wide as he looked on ahead back to Fluttershy's mother.
“Yes, stud?” Slender Breeze softly asked, turning back toward him.
Flailing his hands in front of him, Trace retorted, “N-nothing, ma'am. L-let's just get the girls home!”
“Isn't that what we're doing?” Slender Breeze giggled, turning back toward her daughter, “But you're way back there, better hurry!”
Hanging his head, Trace attempted to hide the increasing blush that settled there, “Y-yes... ma'am...”
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Once back at the house, that was apparently Flora Wings abode, they made a train as they followed one another in. Instantly, Trace's stomach rumbled as something in the air wafted through from the kitchen. Slender Breeze nosed Trace's hand, before heading for the kitchen, “Stud, why don't you come meet our stud?”
Trace hesitated, but when he looked to Shy, she just merely averted her gaze, something like worry or fear in her eyes. He could faintly see her mouth mutter, “Sorry about my mom...”
Taking a wary step forward, Trace followed the crazed mare into the kitchen. The floor was tiled with black and white squares, while the walls seemed to be a light brown wood of some sort. Trace's eyes soon locked onto a griffon standing at a stove, an oven mitt on one claw as it pulled a cast iron skillet from the oven, filled with a golden corn bread. The griffon instantly smiled as his eyes met Trace's, apparently not shocked in the least of the strange creature, “Hello, you must be that human that Breeze has taken a fancy too. My name is Artemis, nice to meet you!”
Stepping up and taking the griffon's claw, Trace gave a look of admiration. This was the first time he had seen a griffon, and he was magnificent to say the least. Most of his body was covered in a grayish black, while the underside of his wings, chest and stomach was a pure white. Even his beak was colored that way, the upper beak black, while his lower beak was white. It was an odd sight to see. Trace's mind soon caught up to him, and he smiled, “I'm Trace, nice to meet you, Artemis.”
“Do you know how to cook?” The griffon suddenly asked.
“E-excuse... me?” stuttered Trace, pulling his hand from Artemis's grasp.
Artemis chuckled, turning to the stove where a fish sizzled in a pan, “Do you know how to cook? It'd be a shame if Breeze's daughter was going hungry because their stallion doesn't know how to cook.”
“I uh... Fluttershy usually cooks, but lately we either go out to eat, or I manage to throw something together.” Trace rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a little guilty for not taking more care of his herd.
“Listen kid,” Artemis grinned, raising his brow, “Let me show you how to fry a nutritious fish.”
'Kid?!' Trace inwardly chuckled, thinking it increasingly funny that a griffon was saying that to him.
“I'll let you stud's get acquainted.” Slender Breeze giggled, turning and leaving the kitchen.
Once she was gone, Trace got a little closer to Artemis, “Say, why is she calling us both stud's?”
“Uh...” a faint crimson formed across his beak, glancing to Trace out of the corner of his eye, “Breeze is rather... intimate... and well, have you ever read any of her work?”
“Yeah, I have... but only a few.” Trace openly admitted.
Letting out a short sigh, Artemis flipped the fish in the pan, “How should I word this... She adores anything that isn't pony...”
“I knew all of her books after her husband left her was about interspecie relationships, but I didn't realize it crossed over into reality.” Trace rubbed the nape of his neck, glancing to the living room to make sure no one was listening in.
“It's not often that sisters share the same herd, and it took me awhile to see Breeze as anything other than Flora's sister.” Artemis grew quiet, suddenly using a claw to motion Trace closer. Once Trace's ear was close enough, he whispered, “Since then I've fallen desperately for both of them. I wouldn't be able to choose between either of them, now.”
“I think that's reasonable. The heart grows fonder with time.” Trace watched the fish fry, Artemis making him think of his time with his herd. It had been totally true with him as well. He desperately loved Lyra, and it definitely didn't take much time for them to get together, in more ways than one. Then there was Fluttershy, it was shocking that the most timid one of his friends would be the second to their herd. Let alone having a herd at all, for that matter. He would have never guessed he would have been in a herd.
Trace snapped back to reality, as he realized Artemis was talking to him, “I usually use parsley for fish, but a little onion powder will do wonders. Flora hates onions, but I put in the powder and none the wiser.”
Giving a short nod, Trace smiled to show he had been listening, but only catching that last part. Trace kept up the smile, 'I hope I become like Artemis, he seems to know exactly what he's doing, and how to take care of his herd.'
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Slender Breeze hummed a little tune, making Fluttershy instantly relive the times from her foal hood. She clearly remembered her mother singing her a little song to help her sleep at night. Fluttershy smiled as she softly sung the words, “Hush now, quiet now, it's time to lay your sleepy head. Hush now, quiet now, It's time to go to bed.”
“You remember that old song, Shy?” Breeze shakily asked, water daring to well in her eyes. Staring lovingly at her daughter.
“O-of course...” Fluttershy hid half her face, looking to her mom out of the corner of her eye, “You sang that for me every night when father...”
Instantly the smile faded, and Breeze looked suddenly saddened. Slender Breeze let out a soft sigh, stepping closer to her daughter and laying down next to her on the floor, “Your father, I seriously think he had something mentally wrong with him... He was just angry at the world, and hated anything that didn't agree one hundred percent with him.”
“Then, why did you marry him?” Fluttershy softly asked.
Rarity and Lyra watched quietly, knowing they should probably keep their mouths shut. They contemplated leaving, but their curiosity didn't let them. Even Rarity, with the many times at the spa, had never heard anything about her family, even her mother. Now that she was in a herd with the yellow mare, she desperately wanted to know anything and everything about her love.
“He really wasn't that bad when I met him...” Breeze admitted, hanging her head, “We had similar opinions, and I had the same background as him. Pure pegasi in my blood, and a strong traditional mindset that was pounded in my head from birth. However... He seemed to agree with the outdated crap that was shoveled into our minds, while I decided for myself that it wasn't right. We cannot survive without the crops of earth ponies, or the protection of unicorns, so why pretend that we are better than they are? Just because we have the entire sky to ourselves, why think that we are above them?”
“M-momma...” Fluttershy suddenly whispered, making her mother look to her warmly.
Slender Breeze blinked as Fluttershy brought up her hoof, wiping away a tear that had escaped from her left eye. Breeze chuckled lightly, taking Shy's hoof in her own, “Listen to me ranting and becoming emotional... I should be supporting you and Lyra, not the other way around... You have a wonderful stallion, and I highly doubt he mistreats you.”
Suddenly the door to the kitchen opened, followed by Trace poking his head out, “Dinner is done!”
“Speak of the stud!” Breeze giggled, suddenly jumping up, “Let's go eat, everyone!”
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Once everyone was seated at the table, Trace noticed that other than his own herd, there only sat Flora, Breeze, and Artemis, “Is anyone else coming?”
“What do you mean? Everyone is here.” Flora rose her brow, pulling a slice of fish onto her plate.
“Fluttershy said that Breeze lived with Flora and her herd, but it's just the three of you? I mean, it's a herd now that the three of you are together, but before that, it wouldn't have been a herd.”
“Darling, I think you may be mistaken.” Rarity giggled, shaking her head lightly.
Slender Breeze smiled warmly, getting done filling her own plate, “A herd usually contains three or more, but when it's just two, it can still be a herd if they are willing to add more.”
“Oh, okay, so you still expected to one day add more?” Trace smiled, glancing across all three of them.
“Yeah, not to mention Artemis and myself like to experiment with different individuals. Though, since my sister joined, she's been keeping us rather busy.” Flora gave a sly little giggle before sticking out her tongue and winking at Trace, making him blush.
Hesitantly, Trace glanced over to Fluttershy, to see she was also blushing, hiding her face behind her hooves and mane. Lyra and Rarity, however, were across from them, snickering.
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After dinner, Trace was thankful to be dismissed off to bed. First, however, he offered to help either Fluttershy or Lyra in the shower. When they refused, the two pregnant mares insisted they take a shower together, instead. It was only thanks to Rarity's reassurance, that he released his worries for their safety, and let them go.
Once Fluttershy and Lyra was out of the room, Rarity stood on her hind hooves, placing her forehooves on Trace's shoulders, “Don't worry, you can help me shower, that is, if you still want to shower with someone, darling?”
“uh...” Trace's cheeks warmed, unsure if a shower with Rarity would particularly stay innocent. After Slender Breeze's frisky display all day, he wasn't sure if he felt right being aroused in the same house as her, “Should we really? I mean... with Slender Breeze and her herd in the house?”
“Sweet heart, I bet they expect for us to, excuse the term, but rut sooner or later. We are a herd with two pregnant mares after all. It's obvious of your part in that.” Rarity grinned knowingly, bringing her mouth to his ear. Trace thought she was going to whisper something, but yelped when he felt her teeth bite down lightly on his ear.
The pain quickly was placed somewhere else, as she gave another quick nip to his neck, then shoulder, pretty much burying her face in the collar of his shirt to get at his skin. Trace grunted as he took several steps back, until his legs collided with the bed. His arms flailed in the air as he fell backward, “Rarity!”
He could hear a sinister devilish snicker as she fell along with him, landing atop of him and lustily looking down at him, “Yes, darling?”
Despite Rarity's painful nips, and his sudden fall, he could feel a certain place tighten down below. His member throbbing against the fabric of his pants, and against Rarity's underside. Trace's breath caught in his throat as Rarity licked the little red circles where she had bitten previously, making him shudder. Rarity's question was left unanswered as Trace's mind fogged up. He could faintly hear her whisper, “You certainly seem to want it, or are you just afraid of getting caught? Hmm?”
Trace managed a frown, which made Rarity recoil lightly. Trace let out a sigh, throwing his hands behind her neck, “I just feel awkward with Fluttershy's family around. I don't think it's...”
“Appropriate?” Rarity finished, shaking her head with an amused smile, “Darling, you clearly don't know what is 'appropriate' for ponies.”
“What do you-- ah!” Trace moaned loudly as his marefriend ground her hips, feeling her teats rub against his shaft.
“I'll let you in on a secret, love. Mothers want to see their children happy, and pony parents will often push their child's herd together.” Rarity brought her mouth down, lightly pecking her lips to her stallion's, “So, do you want to take that shower, or do I need to prove it by asking Slender Breeze?”
All he could do was look up to Rarity in bafflement. Trace grunted as Rarity ground her hips once more, “Well, Trace? What will it be?”
Averting his gaze off to the side, Trace's cheeks were a faint red, “I don't know, Rarity. We shouldn't--”
“Ms. Breeze?!” Rarity called out, getting ready to jump off of Trace.
Rarity's breath was forcefully expelled as Trace jerked her to his chest, covering her mouth with his hand, “Fine! You win...”
After he released her mouth, Trace eased his grasp from around her waist. Rarity's face softened as she stroked the tip of her hoof through his lengthy brown hair, “Don't worry, darling. I can tell you've been pent up, worrying yourself ragged with Lyra and Fluttershy. Let lady Rarity soothe all your stress away.”
All Trace managed was a brief nod. Then the water shut off in the bathroom, and out came Fluttershy and Lyra. Their eyes instantly fell to Rarity and Trace. A grin formed on Lyra's face, “What do we have here?”
“O-oh my...” Fluttershy muttered, a small grin on her face, along with a faint pink on her cheeks.
“I do believe it's our turn for a shower!” Rarity smiled, pulling Trace up and off the bed by the wrist in her light blue aura.
“Have fun!” Lyra giggled as they disappeared into the bathroom. She then turned to Fluttershy, nudging her, “Good thing we had our 'fun' in the shower. I was afraid to ask Trace for it, but looks like Rarity has no problem with your mom being in the house.”
Lowering her head, Fluttershy looked up to Lyra, “I think Trace is afraid to hurt us with us so close to having the foals.”
Letting out a sigh, Lyra nodded, “Yeah, I noticed that too. I guess Rarity will have to take care of him, for now.” Taking a few steps forward, Lyra brought Fluttershy's gaze up to meet her by using her hoof on the yellow mare's chin, “That just leaves you and me to take care of one another.”
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With a short bout of magic, the nozzles to the shower squeaked as a jet of water sprayed from the shower head. As Rarity turned the knobs, she easily found the optimal setting. A light array of steam already rising, but most likely from Lyra and Shy's shower. Trace slowly unbuttoned his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He hesitated as Rarity stepped into the shower, her purple mane dampening and matting to the sides of her face. Letting out a steady breath, he could feel his manhood throb in his pants. All he could currently think was, 'I sure hope these walls are sound proof.'
“Darling, please hurry, the water may go cold before we even get to the fun!” Rarity cooed as Trace unbuttoned his pants, holding on to them for a moment before letting them drop.
It was almost like his first time revealing himself to another, merely because Shy's parent's could possibly hear them. Breeze seemed like one of those people that would instantly catch whiff of them doing anything sexual and then pounce; however, Trace imagined she would probably ask to join. Trace let out a sigh, finally removing the rest of his attire, and stepped into the shower. Luckily, pony showers were a good deal larger than a human shower. As long as Rarity didn't stand long ways, or stretched, Trace could stand with comfort. However, in order to douse his head, it would require him to bend down a bit. The shower head was a little lower than his chin.
Glancing to the bathroom door, Trace pondered where Slender Breeze and her herd could be, 'Artemis said he and Flora were off to bed, and Slender said she wanted some alone time in her study. Where's her study? Could she hear us from in there?'
A grunt forcefully expelled from Trace as Rarity ran her nose up his inner thigh, her blue eyes locking with his soon after, “Relax, okay? You are far too tense, all of us are worried about you, dear.”
“I-i'm sorry...” Trace lowered his head in guilt, rubbing the nape of his neck, “Twilight told me of so many things about pony pregnancies, and I know that there is risk, but she told me so many negative things, that I can't help but worry.”
“Mmm.” Rarity grinned, prodding her nose against his leg awfully close to the relatively hard shaft that throbbed along with his heart beat, “Then, just relax. I'll take your mind off of the matter, for the moment at least.”
“But--” Trace was about to protest, but then Rarity nosed his member, eliciting a deep breath from him. Lightly his stallionhood was enveloped in a light blue aura, the skin being pulled back until the tip was showing. He couldn't help the tiny gasp that escaped as the warmed spray of the shower danced around his girth.
“You like that, love?” Rarity lightly chuckled, moving her head closer, “Then let me make the sensation all the better.”
Running her head under the water, Rarity took the head in her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip. The sudden sensation almost made him lose balance, using a hand to grab the base of the shower head, right where the pipe protruded from the wall. While he held on with his left hand, he attempted to reach down with his right, “Please, Rarity, what if Shy's mom hears? I don't want to cause trouble...”
Rarity frowned, pulling back to glance up to Trace. Her frown was mainly of worry, “Darling, you must relax, you're going to break down under stress if you don't!” A soft smile returned as Rarity tilted her head, “Just enjoy for now, okay?”
Trace was about to resist again, but his member was soon engulfed once more. His breath caught in his throat, trying his best not to let his voice get too loud. Rarity grinned around his shaft, hearing his soft moans rise in volume.
“Rarity.” Trace panted. His muscles relaxed and the dull ache dispersed throughout his body. He really had been pent up. To be honest, he hadn't let any of the girls touch him. He was too afraid to hurt Fluttershy or Lyra, and he had kept too close an eye on them to allow himself some alone time with Rarity. It was... nice... no it was magnificent.
Closing his eyes, Trace focused on the pleasure. Despite loving the sensation, he pulled back, his member popping from Rarity's mouth with a wet slurp. Rarity couldn't help the frown as she glanced up to him, “Trace? Please...”
Getting down on one knee, Trace placed his hand on her cheek, pecking her nose with his lips, “O-ok, but lets be quiet ok?”
“I'll be nothing but discreet, darling.” Rarity blinked, using her magic to pull Trace into a kiss. The water trickling down Trace's back and shoulders.
Best thing about ponies, was while Rarity was sitting, it was rather easy to topple her over onto her back. She didn't resist, deciding it best to let Trace take the lead. It was the first time he had given into his sexual needs in weeks, and Rarity was going to allow him anything he desired. However, when Rarity was comfortable on her back, Trace pulled slightly back, smiling down at her. Her mane no longer held it's usual bounce and lay dangling at her sides. Dancing back and forth as the water splayed it toward the drain. Rarity grinned hesitantly, chuckling, “What's wrong?” She shuffled her eyes, trying to figure out why he had such a goofy grin.
Trace chuckled, shaking his head, “I don't normally get to see your mane wet like this, it's really pretty.”
Rarity's eyes widened slightly at his response, her cheeks turning a rosy pink, “It's not pretty, it's dysfunctional and dreadful. The shower is the only place I even feel comfortable enough for it to get like this...”
Another chuckle drew Rarity's eyes back to Trace's. She opened her lips to ask something, but was cut off when he pressed his lips against hers. Rarity's tail twitched in anticipation as she felt something hard among the water press against her nethers. Cooing in delight as her folds opened as Trace slowly pushed forward. He broke the kiss, lowering his head down towards Rarity's ear, “You are always beautiful, even when dysfunctional, just makes you sexier.”
Groaning her disapproval, Rarity blushed, using a forehoof to try and push Trace up far enough to lock eyes, but failing, “Dear, I highly doubt...”
A yelp escaped as Trace bit her neck as revenge for earlier, he released long enough to whisper, “I love you Rarity, and no matter what you say, you are wrong. You are always looking out for me, even before we were in a herd together. Let me show you, how beautiful you always are.”
The room echoed as Rarity's head meshed against the tub, a long drawn out moan escaping her lips as Trace's girth disappeared deep inside her. She heard a few giggled from just outside the bathroom door, and her ears folded back, “Not to raise your worries back up, especially since you are getting 'oh' so into it, but ease up. I can't stay quite if you... AHHh...”
Without even pulling back, Trace lunged his hips forward, making his stallion hood probe her deepest spots. The thought of Slender hearing was still in his list of worries, but at the moment, Rarity's moans were of more interest. Every time Rarity would go to protest, he would muffle her lips with a kiss, or just pull back and plunge back into her depth. His hips would pull back and start to dip back down, reconnecting them together with every thrust.
Groans emanated throughout the bathroom as Rarity's head forcefully pressed down into the tub, trying desperately for her back to arc, but her chest meshing against Trace's, halting her. After several prominent thrusts, there was no more worrying about noise. Rarity was moaning with every thrust and at the moment Trace was doing everything he could to elicit that golden voice to ring out. Every so often, she would grow quite, focusing on staying silent, but that would stop as he would lean down and nip at her neck, making her squirm and moan out once more.
Then, there it was. The oh so familiar build of pleasure that was building in between them. Trace grunted as he picked up his thrusts, whispering in Rarity's ear, “D-do you want me?”
For a moment, Rarity didn't, or rather couldn't answer. Taking a very large swallow before whimpering, “Y-yes! Trace, I want it all inside...”
Trace couldn't help the short chuckle in between pants, grinning, “As you wish.”
It was almost painful as their hips smacked together, making the water that poured from up above to splash all about, most likely soaking the floor outside the shower curtain. Rarity's orgasm was far stronger than she could have predicted, she yelled out, even so far as feeling little sparks fly from her horn. Almost like small fire crackers popping against a sidewalk. The only thing that made the whole mind wracking orgasm better, was the array of liquid that was coating her insides as Trace gave a few more forceful plunges inside of her. Trace cringed as he rode out his orgasm, panting into Rarity's ear.
Rarity smiled as she lightly stroked Trace's hair, “That was magnificent, darling. Do you feel better, now?”
“Y-yeah.” Trace panted, a grin plastered on his face, “Thank you for getting me to do that.”
A giggle left Rarity's lips, “All in a ladies work, but we should get cleaned up. I think the hot water is going out.”
Nodding, Trace moved up on his elbows, feeling his length to pull out from Rarity's folds with a wet, audible, pop. Rarity wobbled as she tried to roll over, swaying as she made her way to her hooves.
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The door opened with a small squeak, and instantly Trace's eyes fell to the two pregnant mares smiling widely at him. Lyra smiled as she said, “Have fun?”
Red forced its way onto Trace's cheeks as he looked away, nodding despite his embarrassment.
“I'm glad you could finally relax, Trace. I wish you would realize that you wont hurt us. It's ok for us to mate while pregnant.” Lyra smiled lovingly, glancing to Fluttershy to see her nodding in agreement.
Trace sighed, nodding as well, “I know girls, but I can't help but worry... However...” He paused long enough to look to Rarity, smiling softly, “I think I'll be a bit better now. I just needed to unwind a bit.”
Author's Note
Hope you all enjoy these little side stories. Spent a good bit on this one, and hope there aren't too many errors.
