The next day

Modpone opened his eyes slowly and groaned. He felt as if every fiber in his body was on fire. All of his muscles were sore, especially around his pelvic area. Inside his head was a stinging headache, needles poking inside his skull with with each of his heartbeats, as if his brains were trying to break out of his cranium. He tried to swallow, but his throat was completely dry, his tongue feeling like sandpaper inside his mouth.

"Water...", was the only thing he could focus on right now.

He tried to get up. As he moved he could feel the encrusted remnants of his and Kiwi's lovemaking session that matted large parts of his coat break up. The skin around his sheath was irritated by this, prickly-burning pain spreading around his overused tool. Modpone hissed through his teeth at the unpleasurable sensation.

His legs gave out under him before he even got fully up, making him plop down on the mattress again. He let out an exhausted sigh, not even caring that he was laying face first in a dried puddle of his own juices.

The door to the bedroom opened.

"Wakey wakey, sleepyhe- oh dear Celestia! How can you sleep for so long in this stench?!", Kiwi proclaimed as she entered the room, promptly setting down the glass of water she brought with her and opening a window.

She was right. Now that she had pointed it out, Modpone noticed the strong smell of sweat and more prominently dried cum all over him, inside the mattress, the soaked sheets, basically the entire room smelled like the drawer of a teenager who didn't know where to put his used paper towels. That it didn't bother him that much was probably due to the fact that he had been sleeping in this room for hours, getting used to the smell.

Not that he cared that much at the moment.

Kiwi saw him weakly stretching his foreleg towards the glistening glass of water, like a desert-wanderer who collapsed right in front of a Fata Morgana. She chuckled at the pitiful play in front of her before picking up the glass and holding it to Modpone's thirsty lips. He drank, greedily, emptying the whole glass in one go.

"Uhn...thanks."

"Oh, wow. I really did drain you last...all of yesterday. Remember me to put up some water bottles for you the next time I give you some of that stuff."

"W-wait, what? What stuff? How long have we been at it yesterday? Oh Celestia my head is killing me! What the rut happened yesterday?"

He groaned again, his form crumbling up to a ball on the bed as he tried to rub his temples.

"I have the worst hangover of my life!"

Kiwi could feel a pang of guilt come over her. All she wanted was to have a bit more fun with her favorite stallion than usual. She had been sure during their day yesterday that he was having the time of his life, as she was having hers, but seeing Modpone now laying there utterly used up and exhausted, groaning in pain, she wasn't quite so sure any more. Still, just thinking about their extended session yesterday, she felt her face blush slightly as she bit her lip.

She patted the poor hungover stallion on the back.

"How about I get you some more water first, then I can tell you all about yesterday...every, little, detail..."

"Kiwi, please. I really don't have another round in me right now."

"Hm. Alright then."

She went to the kitchen and refilled the glass.

Although he was not all too eager at this moment, Modpone still stole a glance at Kiwi's well toned posterior as she left the room. She was one of the finest Earthpony-mares a stallion could wish for; and even though she did have the tendency to take things a bit far in order to sate her large libido, he still considered himself very lucky that she picked him as her favorite plaything.

After the second glass he finally felt the headache not stopping entirely, but at least it slowed down enough so he didn't think his head might explode at any moment, which allowed him to think more clearly.

"Kiwi, what did you give yesterday?"

"Oh, nothing special. I simply put some Zebra-made tonic in your orange juice after breakfast that made you super horny and produce cum like an entire hoofball team." She smiled. "And then we rutted for eight hours straight! ...or maybe about twelve? I lost track of time for a bit." She tapped her hoof thoughtfully, then shrugged. "After that we both kinda blacked out and slept for a while. I woke up earlier, so I went and had some breakfast and got cleaned up a bit. Speaking of that, you must be really hungry."

Modpone ignored his empty stomach. His mind got stuck at the first and second of Kiwi's statements, his eyes going wide.

"EIGHT-O-OR-TWELVE HOURS?! How in Equestria- did you make me drink the whole bottle or what?"

"Just a small one!"

"Just a- Kiwi, you put me into a straight-up fuck-frenzy! I feel like I lost half my body-weight in liquids!"

Kiwi shifted around uncomfortably. Looking at the confused stare of Modpone she couldn't shake the feeling that she might have overdone it this time.

"I don't even remember what...when...I drank the juice and..."

And then it hit him. Images, noises, impressions crashed into his conscious as his memories of yesterday came to him.

"And...wow..."

Images flashed before his eyes. How he had drunk his juice and had immediately felt his heartbeat rise up, his flare popping out of his sheath and his balls churning with seemingly unnatural energy, urging him to breed. How he had jumped right over the table pinned Kiwi down to the floor right there, driven by lust, aimlessly jerking his hips, air-humping a few times until his member found her entrance. Her joyful laughter as he growled, sweat clinging to his coat as he drooled and rutted her like a wild animal, his brain firing off impulses of pure happiness and need with each thrust...

"I remember now...I felt amazing."

Kiwi took a deep breath of relief as she saw the tension leaving Modpone's body. His breathing deepened as he relived the events from the day before. His heart pumped more strongly, a slight blush appearing on his face.

...Somehow Kiwi had managed to lure him to the bedroom, where she continued to tease her stallion, urging Modpone to release more and more of his seed into her, until her womb was overfilled with his potent juices, her belly bulging outwards, even after he was already getting tired, too exhausted to move on his own. There she rode him, right until he passed out...

Modpone adjusted his position on the bed a bit, accommodating the half-chub he just grew. He cleared his throat awkwardly and turned to Kiwi.

"Listen, Kiwi. I am not angry with you. But if you feel like experimenting with weird potions again in the future, please ask me first."

He stood up, still shaky on his legs and climbed off the bed. Kiwi rushed to his side to support him before he could fall over. She couldn't help but take a deep breath of the musky smell that clung to his coat as she guided him towards the bathroom, warm sensations spreading through her.

She reached up to his ear, playfully nibbling on it before whispering into it. "How about you get nice and cleaned up while I fix you something to eat? You could definitely need a shower or two."

"Gee, thanks. And thanks. I would love something to eat."

"Good." She bumped her butt into Modpone's side as she continued to walk towards the kitchen, swinging it sensually from side to side, knowing the poor stallion couldn't resist staring at her. "I want you to get better soon. My favorite plaything needs to be in top form for me." She winked at him before entering the kitchen.

Modpone chuckled to himself and went into the shower. Knowing a needy mare like Kiwi like he did often seemed like a curse and a blessing at the same time, but he wouldn't like it any other way. Before he turned the water on, he paused. Somehow he felt like he missed something. He shrugged and turned that shower on, finally washing the stank out of his short fur.

3 weeks later

It was early in the morning. Modpone walked towards the bathroom, blinking, trying to cast away the sleepiness in his eyes as he yawned loudly. In the recent weeks he had this dull feeling in the back of his head, as if he had forgotten something important. He spent several nights now lying awake in his bed, mulling over what it could have been that he had overlooked. Something told him that it was something that had to do with that fateful day when Kiwi gave him a Zebra-made tonic that caused an entire day of wild sex, but trying to remember details from that day quickly caused him to get distracted, leading to lewd imagery inside his head with the mare that was showering in his bathroom right now.

Just as he approached the bathroom door he heard the showers stop running. As usual Kiwi was awake earlier than him and seized the day full of energy. Sometimes Modpone asked himself if Kiwi's special talent was being so full of energy. He opened the door and entered the steamy bathroom. Kiwi was standing there, about to dry herself with a fluffy towel.

"Oh, good morning! You're awake early today."

"Couldn't sleep."

Modpone yawned again, as if to emphasize this. The bathroom was warm, the steamy air felt nice on his coat. He took a deep breath. He could smell Kiwi's favorite conditioner, something sweet and fruity. He never really bothered to look up what it was actually supposed to smell like, but he liked how it smelled - and more importantly how it smelled on Kiwi.

"Well, now that you're here, how about you make yourself useful then?" Kiwi said, smiling, before throwing her towel on Modpone's head. "Go ahead, rub me dry." She held out her left fore-hoof expectantly.

Modpone knew Kiwi well enough to know where this was going. He pulled the towel off his head and walked towards the waiting mare. He put the towel in his fore-hoof and began working it along Kiwi's leg, rubbing it slowly with and against the line of her coat, fluffing it up in the process.

Kiwi giggled as she switched forelegs. She imagined how it must be to be a princess, having servants to treat one like this every day. Modpone was a bit rougher than she would have been, but she loved the tender attention, the friction of the towel feeling warm on her coat and skin.

Modpone worked his way up, drying Kiwi's chest in slow, circular motions, before moving further along her body and reaching her back. Kiwi moaned as he pressed with both hooves onto her back, passing the towel back and forth on her back.

Just as he was about to move to one of her butt-cheeks, Kiwi swatted Modpone lightly in the face with her wet tail. He recoiled a bit, shaking his head from the wet smack before looking puzzled towards Kiwi.

"Tut-tut-tut. You are so impatient. Finish drying my tail and legs first."

Modpone rolled his eyes and shrugged. He tried to grab Kiwi's tail, but she kept swishing it left and right.

"Kiwi, if you could hold still for a moment, please."

She laughed, wiggling her butt towards Modpone's face as she lowered her front half, spreading her hind-legs a bit.

"Better?" She said, giving her voice a more husky tone.

"Y-yes..."

Modpone felt his heart beat in his chest, pumping blood into his face and somewhere else. He plopped down behind Kiwi, taking her tail over one of his hooves while the other wrapped the towel around her tail. As he began to pull the towel along it, Kiwi closed her eyes and bit her lip.

"Mmmhm, yes...pull again."

Modpone wrapped the towel around the base of her tail again, slowly but strongly pulling it, wringing out the wetness, water splattering on the bathroom floor as the towel was at this point soaked already.

Neither Modpone nor Kiwi cared about that right now, though.

Kiwi moaned as Modpone pulled on her tail, the rough movement firing off nerves throughout her whole spine. She was laying face down on the bathroom floor, panting with her tongue out.

"M-my legs, do it!"

Modpone scooted closer to Kiwi's backside. He could smell Kiwi's arousal, see her glistening, engorged sex and erect teats. The sight and smell caused him to take in deep, slow breaths, taking in as much of her aroma as possible, his erection growing out of his sheath, bobbing with each beat of his heart as blood was pumped into it.

He started low on her right hind-leg, slowly working his way up along her inner thigh, grazing her teat and her outer lips as he continued further up to rub over Kiwi's rump.

Kiwi mewled under Modpone's touch, her legs shaking as Modpone's warm breath bathed over her exposed privates. She began winking, juices splattering out of her, collecting and running down her thighs.

Modpone was now so close to Kiwi that he could feel the heat emanating from her nethers. She was shaking her rump at him, wiggling her butt and gyrating her hips ever so slightly, ready to take him. He stood up, his erection on full display under him.

"You know, you look still plenty dirty to me. How about we both get in the shower and clean each other up properly?" He said, with a sly smirk.

Kiwi slowly rose up, smiling back at him. " I would love th-hyurk!" She cramped over, eyes wide open as she shut her mouth. Quickly, she ran past Modpone, pushing him roughly out of the way and bunched over the toilet seat.

"Hyuuuarrgh! -oh Celestia, what is- Byuaaargh!"

Kiwi retched into the bowl, emptying what little contents her stomach had been holding.

"Kiwi! Are you alright? Did I do anything wrong?" Modpone rushed over to her, gently putting a hoof on the trembling pony.

"Uuugh, stupid stomach cramps...yeah I'm -hurk!- okay. No, you were great...just some thing that has been getting me for a week or so now."

"I don't remember seeing you being sick during the past few days..."

"Usually just in the morning...mellows out over the day, can we please talk about something else than me puking my organs out?"

"Well excuse me, it's not like my puking killed the mood." His eyes darted down for a second, as if to point to his shrinking erection. "Sickness..in the morning...morning sickness...oh dear."

He stared at Kiwi, who got up to freshen herself up a bit. Modpone had enough pop-culture knowledge that morning sickness was one of the cliche signs of an early onset of pregnancy. He shuddered, a cold tingle driving through his spine as he pondered what the consequences of this thought meant.

It was now when he finally remembered that last moment of that fateful day. Kiwi moaning on top of him, stroking her overstuffed womb and saying that one sentence:

"Ooooh, I am so full, there is no way I am not getting pregnant today..."

Again and again the thought repeated through his head. He gasped, taking in shallow breaths as the shock came over him. She said she was going to get pregnant! And now she has the morning sickness!

"K-Kiwi...are you pregnant?"

Kiwi spat out the mouthful of water she had just gargled across the mirror above the sink. "PFFFTWhat?!"

"You said you were going to get pregnant! When you drugged me! And now you're having morning sickness! You- I- We- Oh Celestia, what do I do? I'm not ready for this!"

Modpony sat down on the cold bathroom floor, staring empty-eyed into the void.

Kiwi trotted over to the shocked stallion, pulling his head to her chest. She stroked his mane, trying to calm him down.

"Oh, I was just teasing you! You know that I tend to get into things when things get...steamy. It was just fun! You should have seen the look on your face."

"But your morning sickness-"

"Just a stomach bug!" She rolled her eyes. He could be such a dork sometimes, but that was just one of his many lovely characteristics that she loved about him. "You know I got the best protection spell up, it is simply impossible for me to get pregnant right now, you know that. Look, I'll prove it! Tomorrow, first thing in the morning, I will go to Doc Stable and everything is going to be fine, alright?"

"Alright."

"Good boy. Now where were we?"

She pulled him closer, still stroking his mane, but Modpone shook his head, wriggling himself out of her grasp.

"I'm sorry, Kiwi, but I...am not in the mood anymore. I have to sit down and think about things."

With that he stood up and left the bathroom, closing the door behind himself.

The next day

"Hm..." Doctor Stable listened to Kiwi's heartbeat through his stethoscope, rubbing his chin with his other hoof. "Heartbeat normal." He levitated the thermometer out of her mouth. "Temperature is a bit elevated, but not feverish yet." He placed the stethoscope on her back. "Please cough for me." Kiwi did as instructed. Dr. Stable's methodology might look cold and uncaring to some ponies, but underneath this mask of calculating professionalism lived the soul of a doctor who deeply cared about each of his subjects' well-being. "Lay down, please." Kiwi sat down on the examination table, then laid down on her side, guided by Doctor Stable's touch. He began prodding her stomach, trying to feel any turbulence inside Kiwi's stomach that could be evidence of a typical upset one. Lastly, he put his stethoscope there as well, listening for any unusual noises.

He pulled the stethoscope out of his ears and took a small step back, looking at Kiwi with one eyebrow raised in confusion.

"You seem perfectly fine to me, Kiwi. How long have you been having these bouts of stomach unrest again?"

She lifted herself up a bit to properly face the physician.

"About...two weeks, maybe?"

"Hm. I can't really prescribe you anything if you are not displaying any of the typical symptoms of a stomach flu, for example. Let me give you a magical exam. If that doesn't prove conclusive, we're going to have to take some samples for further analysis and do some scans. Would you be okay with that?"

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"Very well then."

Dr. Stable's horn began to glow. Warmth spread through Kiwi's stomach, spreading slowly through her lower abdomen. The gentle magical touch of the experienced Doctor actually felt really nice. She closed her eyes, the magical tendrils wiggling inside her, easing the small cramps inside her stomach. The focus of the energy began to wander lower, their intensity increasing.

"That's peculiar..."

The magic glow ceased to exist instantly. Kiwi opened her eyes again, shaken by the perceived sudden coldness inside herself.

"What's the matter doctor? Did you find anything?"

"Nothing! I mean..." The doctor went over to his desk, opening Kiwi's files. "Well, something, but it doesn't make any sense!"

The fact that the usual calm and collected doctor was visibly confused was making Kiwi very nervous.

"Am I sick? Tell me, doctor! What is going on?"

"Here...cast two months ago...a full month left to go...impossible...I...I cast it myself!"

Kiwi's medical file was shaking in Doctor Stable's hooves.

Kiwi couldn't take it any longer. She went up to his table and propped both her forelegs on it.

"Doctor! What is wrong with me!"

The sudden impact on his table shook Doctor stable out of his stupor. He shook his head and cleared his throat.

"Nothing is wrong with you, Kiwi. Technically."

"What does that mean?"

"Kiwi, listen to me. There are two questions I must ask you right now. Number one: When were you here for your last renewal of your contraceptive barrier spell?"

"About two months ago. But why...?" Kiwi slumped down off the table, sitting down in one of the chairs in front of it.

"That's what your file says, too. It also says that during your last routine checkup, the barrier was still active."

"W-was?!" Kiwi's irises shrank to tiny picks. She felt lightheaded.

"Yeah, that's what I was getting at. When I just scanned you, the barrier spell was gone. I don't understand it! I cast it myself! I mean, in order to break such a barrier, you'd have to like, get your coltfriend to take an overdose of illegal fertility potions and then rut for hours, taking in liters of ejaculate until the barrier literally shatters under the pressure! What are the odds of that happening?!"

Kiwi felt her cheeks flush with warmth as a blush appeared on her face. She averted Doctor Stable's gaze as she stared at the floor. "Hehe, yeah, what are the odds?"

What followed was a full minute of awkward silence. Doctor Stable just stared at Kiwi, eyebrow raised, his mouth hanging open. If Kiwi had looked up, his dumbfounded stare would probably been the funniest face she had ever seen him make, but right now her eyes were just darting back and forth erratically. Her heart was racing, sweat forming on her skin as she tried to process what he was implying.

"Ahem." Doctor Stable shook his head before making a note in Kiwi's file. "I guess that confirms that theory then," he mulled to himself. He took a deep breath. "Kiwi, I did feel something different when I scanned you, though, which leads to my second question." He turned his head, opening a drawer with his magic and floating a small package out of to the table. It was a pregnancy test.

Kiwi gasped.

"Would you be so kind to go to the bathroom and do this test? Nurse Redheart can instruct you in its proper use if you don't know what to do. I must confirm my suspicion."

Her head began to feel light and heavy at the same time, as if someone had pumped out all of her blood and replaced it with lead. Her eyes stopped following her orders, swirling around before rolling up in her head. A low groan escaped her throat as she lost any resemblance of balance, falling over out of her chair as she passed out.

Author's Note

Lot's of dialogue in this one, but I hope this one was as much fun to read as my usual fare.

Sorry for the delay! I hope the added length makes up for it, though.

Ooh. this is getting interesting!
How is she going to tell Modpone?
How is she going to cope wit the pregnancy herself?

MwahahahaI I am the puppetmaster, and my words are the stings that make the characters dance!
Someone stop me before I go mad with power!

...oh god what did I start here?