The Lady and the Soldier

Visitors Part 3

A Rarity Carousel Romance

Waking I sighed as I felt the empty space on the opposite side of the bed. John was gone, but that was to be expected. I sighed as I rubbed the place where our third foal was growing. I was excited, of course, to bring another life into the world, but at the same time I silently questioned if this would indeed be something that some of the more social elite would consider sexual deviancy on my behalf. The time I had spent in Canterlot had not been spent merely overseeing my botique there, but rather I used that time to study the nobility. Typically the nobles had one, or at most two, different foals. If there were two it was due to twins.

I suppose that since I am to have three I would be considered a deviant, but then I questioned why. Why would a pony be considered a deviant if she is merely doing what ponies were ment to do. We of course are sexual beings, the sound of my sister, Button, and Scootaloo only confirmed that notion, and so it made sense that we would enjoy the act. I sighed as the realization came to me. Yes, we were created to be sexual beings, we were meant to make foals, and unfortunately the bulk of the Canterlot crowd simply had their own heads up their tailholes. I closed my eyes and sighed as I thought of that. Normally thinking such a thing would cause me no end an internal debate. How could I dare call ponies I had once wanted to be a part of so repressed and backward? The truth was simple. I enjoyed the fashion from Canterlot, I enjoyed the social graces, and Celestia knows I longed to prove that I could glow just as brightly as any star from Canterlot could.

The difference was in the fact I didn’t wish to deny myself the simple truths and pleasures I had come to know. I considered sleeping once again, or at least attempting to, when the sound of a pot falling, along with more than a couple of dishes, echoed through the house. I slowly got up, my eyes tired, my back aching, and my mind already set into understanding that this was merely my paying for all that I had done when mother raised me.

I found a comfortable robe, pulled it on, and ensured that I was adequately covered up. At that time I moved into the kitchen. What I found was my two foals. Jake was trying to fill a pot with water, and of course Ruby had accidentally bumped into him causing the pot to fall, him to back into the counter, and making some of the loose dishes fall to the ground. The sight was one that was both endearing and frustrating.

“What’s going on?”

Jake, for his part, looked ashamed and sighed, “I wanted some oatmeal.”

Ah, that would make sense. He was hungry, no one was up, or at least in the kitchen yet, and like his father he had decided to handle things himself. I gave him a smile, picked up the pot, which luckily was no worse for the wear, but unfortunately the lovely plate that John’s mother had given us did suffer. It’s fall had chipped the gold rim around the ivory white plate. I focused on it, and a moment later it had repaired itself. One thing I was exceptionally proud of was my ability to cast repair spells.

So far it had saved a small number of items that my darling foals had accidently sent on their way to destruction. Gathering up the plate, placing it into the sink, and then running some water again I began the simple breakfast of oatmeal. Ruby, much like myself, enjoyed a slightly more detailed breakfast, but my darling little colt loved the same breakfast as his father. A simple bowl of oatmeal, and sometimes a plate of scrambled eggs. Still, there was something wonderful about a simple breakfast.

For one, it meant less time on one’s hooves, and today that was something I needed. I could already feel our newest foal playing havoic on my lower back. She seemed determined to establish that she existed at every chance. I would dare say she was far more active than either Ruby or Jake had been. Perhaps it was because they had shared the space inside of me, but regardless I planned on being a lady about this.

I finished the oatmeal, dipped out bowls for the three of us, and I ensured that there would be plenty for everypony else. I knew that Applejack would be arriving sometime to day, and I did so look forward to seeing my dear friend again. Of course, from what I understood, she was bringing her husband, their foals, and of course Applebloom was coming as well.

I felt that such a thing would be good for Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo. A few moments later I hear the door open and I saw my sister walking out. From the way she winced as she stepped I wondered if the possibility of pregnancy was going to befall her as well. If it did I would be over thrilled, of course, but part of me would indeed worry for her. She neared the bowls laid out, grabbed one, and dipped out some oatmeal.

“Morning,” she yawned.

“Aunt Sweetie, what were you doing in your room?”

Sweetie stopped and looked at Ruby, “Ummm.. What do you mean?”

Ruby sighed, “You were moaning, and your bed kept rocking back and forth. It sounded like you had a really bad night.”

I grinned, “Yes, aunt Sweetie, what exactly happened?”

Author's Note

(It's been a hot second, but I had a little inspiration and I felt that I should run with it. Sorry the chapter is short, but I plan on updating all of the Vogonverse stories again before too long. Thanks!)