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.