My Show

Since selling that statue, getting paid well over what Dave had offered to sell it, and then seeing a boom in the commissions from other businesses Adagio had to admit that she felt hopeful. Well, hopeful and sick. Four months had come and went, and recently she had found herself in the bathroom, glad to have Dave there, and throwing everything up. That wasn’t the only problem. Her breasts felt tender, her hips seemed wider, and she was packing on a little more weight.

Her mind had long since told her what it was, but she wasn’t going to admit it. Sure, she carried her sisters, helped them, ensured they had food, but a foal was a different story.

“Adagio, can ya come here fer a second?” Dave asked.

She moved toward the sound of Dave’s voice, the grogginess of sleep finally trying to leave her, and she saw a small white box with a red cross on it. Dave opened it and a small human stallion appeared. Dave took a small strip and then looked at her.

“I think that we ought ta test,” he said.

She tried to focus on what he was saying.

“Test what?” she asked.

He looked at the strip, then at the cup, and finally decided that it would be best to just go ahead and tell her, “Adagio, I think that we ought ta test and see if yer pregnant.”

Her expression wasn’t what he had hoped for. She wasn’t smiling, her expression wasn’t a happy one, instead there was a look of disbelief and betrayal on her face. She shook her head, and looked at the test, “I’m not.”

“It’s jest that it’d sure explain….”

She glared at him, and in that instant he could see the side of Adagio that she hadn’t brought out yet. He’d seen her get mad, angry, but she looked like she’d have no problem doing more than giving him a piece of her mind. He wasn’t afraid that she’d try to hurt him. He loved her, and he believed that she loved him too, but he also didn’t want to push her too hard.

“Adagio, if’n you aren’t then we can get ta figuring out what’s wrong,” he said.

She walked toward him, took the strip, the cup, and then looked at him.

“What am I supposed to do with these?” she practically hissed the question.

Dave wanted to crawl under a rock and hide. He’d figured that Adagio knew how to do a pregnancy test. It was something he figured that all girls knew how to do. After all, it was taught as part of basic health education in both regular public schools and on the public school system online. He cleared his throat, looked at the test, and then back at her.

“Ummm… ya’ll need to take it to the… Adagio, no one’s ever told you about this?” he asked.

“Dave, the unicorns that were doctors did a scan with their magic. They were able to pick up if we were pregnant or not,” she replied.

He could see her glaring at him, and he finally decided that the best policy was to simply tell her how he knew to do it.

“Ya’ll gotta take it to the bathroom, and ya gotta pee on where it says to pee on it at,” he said.

“What?!”

She looked at strip of paper and the cup, “Why the cup?”

He looked at the ground, and the room, and anything except Adagio, “In case ya don’t think ya can get it on the strip easily. Ya go in the cup, and dunk it in the strip.”

She looked at him like he had grown two heads. She looked at him to see if he was kidding with her, and she realized that he was serious she looked at the cup and strip again. The idea of trying to do that, in a cup, while she was sitting on the toilet seemed a bit much to her. She looked at him again, hoping that maybe he was just really just messing with her, but like the first time she realized he was serious.

Oh there was absolutely no way she was going to do this. This was… filthy to even consider! She looked at the strip, the cup, and then back at him.

“Ewww, no. Just no. I’m not pregnant and that’s that,” she said.

“Adagio, please. I wanna make sure that you ain’t. If’n you ain’t then we gotta find out what it is. I jest want… Adagio I love ya too much to let somethin’ bad happen ta you. If’n you ain’t pregnant then it’s gotta be something else, right? I want ta make sure it ain’t nothing that’s gonna hurt you,” he replied.

Seeing him, hearing him, and feeling just the littlest bit guilty she grabbed the cup and the strip, “Fine, but I know that I’m not pregnant.”

He watched as she walked toward the bathroom, Once she was out of sight he breathed out a relieved sigh. He hadn’t seen that side of Adagio other than on the old movies and series he’d watched. He knew that he should have guessed that part of her personality was still there, but he hadn’t seen it, so it never really occurred to him. Still, it didn’t make him love her any less, but it did mean that arguments were going to be a bit different from this point on.

Sitting outside, listening for anything, and noticing that the seconds were ticking by slower and slower. It seemed like an hour, although he knew it was only ten minutes or so, and that’s when he heard a thump. Getting up, running to the bathroom, and throwing up the door he saw Adagio on the floor. Her eyes closed, her pants around her ankles, along with her panties, and there in her hand was a small strip. He looked at it, seeing two lines instead of one. It took a few minutes for what he was seeing to really sink in and become real.

As he studied it his eyes widened, and he looked at the collapsed mare on the bathroom floor. He placed the strip on the ground, slowly lifted her, and carried her to the bed. Once there, he pulled off her pants and panties, her top, and covered her up. He knew that she’d awaken when she was ready, but once more he stopped to look at her. This was going to be the mother of his child.

He reached out, touching her stomach. It was early in the pregnancy, far too early to really feel anything yet, at least he supposed it was, but he still felt her stomach in awe. There was something growing inside of her, something that was made up out of the best of both of them, and he had helped create it. Gently he kissed her sleeping form. There was a chance that she’d be in a mighty poor mood once she woke up, but he’d handle it.

He looked at what he had been working on earlier. It was another sculpture, but this one was an Equestrian Fertility Statue. He looked at it again, and there was no lie how much of Adagio had made it into the sculpture. The hips looked like Adagio’s, the face, and while the hair was slightly straighter it was still full bodied like Adagio’s. He touched the belly, feeling the strange texture of warmed rubber flesh.

It wasn’t the first time he’d used this medium, but it was strange to him. It felt alien, but familiar at the same time. The rubber wasn’t hard to come by, but it was difficult to work with. When in a melted stage it liked to run like water. When it cooled, it took every imperfection of the mold and it would take remelting it back down to get them out. But what was the most interesting of all was the way it held heat.

The rubber would feel like a warm body for days after being around people. It’d almost take on flesh and bone feel to it, and that was more than enough to make it feel more realistic. He’d have to start work on the artifical fur. The color scheme was left open to interpretation, but he’d already chosen it. The statue was more than just the client’s order. It was a love letter to Adagio. He was capturing the beauty he believed that she would possess while carrying their child. Each tiny hole in the rubber flesh was just big enough to insert a single hair. It was going to be time consuming, and he was working from pictures, and from Adagio herself, but it would be worth it. The head, mane, ears, and neck were finished. He was down to the shoulders when he had stopped earlier. Slowly, he began placing in the fur, letting it sit in place, and then moving to the next piece.

Each movement, each piece, was bringing him closer to being finished. Time ticked by, and he continued to bring the sculpture more to life with each passing moment. Her left shoulder was nearly done, and he began to move down the arm, to the breast, and smiled at his work. In truth he wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but he certainly felt his stomach growling. He stopped, noticed that the shoulder, upper part of the arm, and her left breast was completed, and then he noticed that it had been more than a few hours since he started.

In that time he hadn’t heard a peep out of Adagio. He walked over to the kitchen and saw her on the bed, sitting up, holding her knees. He stopped right there. The love of his life looked like she was having some problems, and he didn’t want to leave her to them. He walked toward her, seeing her hugging her knees tighter.

“Adagio?” his voice was soft, non threatening, or at least he hoped it was, “Adagio, sweetheart, you okay?”

“I’m going to be a mother.”

It wasn’t really a response to him. He knew that. No, it was to herself, and she sounded like she was in a state of disbelief.

“Adagio…”

He moved toward her, reaching out, touching her shoulder, and when she looked up at him he felt his heart nearly stop at the sight. She was crying, and those tears had made small canals down the side of her muzzle.

“I’m going to be a mother… I… I don’t deserve to be one, I can’t be one!”

“What are ya talkin’ bout? I think that you’d be a great mother.”

She looked at him, sniffing, and her arms unwrapped from around her knees. He felt her grabbing him, pulling him tight, and hugging him close. He could feel his bones creaking, but he didn’t mind. She needed the hug, and he knew it. He returned it, hugging her back, holding her, and letting her know that it was okay through the hug.

She held him, letting him rub her back, crying into his shoulder, and he just let her know that he was there. In truth he wasn’t sure there was really that much more he could do other than let her know that he was there and that it would be okay. It had to be okay, because he was going to be a father.

That thought was sobering. He was going to be a father, an honest to God father. There was going to be a tiny life that he was responsible for. He wasn’t sure that he was really ready for that, but he wasn’t going to not be a father. He was man enough to sleep with her, to help make her pregnant, then he was man enough to be a father to their child.

“You… You really think that I’d be a good mother?”

“I know it Adagio, I know you’d be a good mother.”

He felt the kiss. It wasn’t the demanding sultry kiss of wanton sex, but instead it was the love of his life wanting to be assured that she was still loved, still cared for, and he returned it with as much love and tenderness as he could. He felt her deepening it, her hands wrapping in his hair, her breath so sweet on his tongue, and her nude body pressing against him. Sure he wanted to make sure she was alright, but feeling her like that, it made him want to show her how much he loved her.

He felt her hand, moving down his chest, finding his jeans, unbuttoning them, and sliding inside of them. She gripped him, and he could feel her stroking him to life.

“Please?”

Her question was simple in the way it was asked, but what was being asked was more in depth. She wanted him to make love to her, to make her feel special, to let her know that he still desired her, and in truth, he was finding her more desirable after discovering that she was carrying his child.

He stood up, and when he did he felt his jeans and boxers pushed down. His shaft stood there, proud, happy, and soon engulfed. Adagio wasn’t wasting time. He could feel her giving it all, doing her best to please him, and he loved every moment of it, but something felt off. His hands moved to her head, and almost as if taking it as cue, she began to move further down on him, taking him all into her muzzle.

Adagio normally didn’t do that. She didn’t mind giving him a blow job, but deep throating him like that was few and far between. He pulled back, and she looked up at him. Her eyes looked hurt, really hurt, and he leaned down to kiss her. She kissed him, deeply, and then he felt her move back, opening her legs, pressing her sex up slightly.

“Dave…” she began before he tasted her. She let out a soft moan, taking what he was giving. He loved her, truly loved her, and it was making her feel better. She had been worried, a little, that finding out that she was with foal would make him resent her. Instead she felt him, licking inside of her, tasting her, and not complaining at all. She felt a finger pressing into her, and his actions had moved to where he was suckling on her clit. Her hips bucked, loving the attention, thrilling at being so adored, and needing more. His other finger, his other hand, had found her tailhole. She felt it, slightly, at first and then the finger slipped into her.

“Ssss,” she complained slightly.

If he wanted that hole, she’d give it to him, but it was tight, and to be honest he was was quite a bit of stallion. She panted, as he continued, soon he was working a finger into her sex and the other into her tail hole. He was being gentle, but the way he was doing it was getting her really hot and bothered. He was alternating them, moving from one finger to two, from two to three, and she found herself moaning like a filly in her first estrus.

“I love you Adagio,” he said.

The softness in his voice told her that he did love her, that he would be gentle, and she found herself welcoming anything he wanted. He pulled his hands away, and she felt him, his shaft, against her wet entrance. Her hands reached for his shirt, lifting it off of him, and she leaned forward to kiss and lick his chest. She felt him pulling her hips toward him, and she took that as a cue to lean back for a moment.

At first he was barely touching her, just slightly inside, and then in an instant he was a quarter of the way in, then half, finally completely seated inside of her. Every Time, each and every time she felt so full when he was seated inside of her. He pulled back, leaving a slight emptiness where he had been and in an instant he filled her again. She let out a soft moan, a deliciously devilious moan, that seemed to cry for more. Being the gentlecolt he was he gave it to her. Bring himself over and over again inside of her.

The waves of pleasure washed over her, taking her, and making her feel wanted in a way she couldn’t explain. She was loved, adored, and it was exactly what she had hoped it would be. Moaning, she began to thrust against him, taking him in as deeply as she could, knowing that she would soon be reaching her very limit, and the entire time knowing that she was fine with it. She began to give back to him what he was giving to her. She wanted to let him know that he was adored, loved, and would always be loved.

Her hips, something he said he loved, thrusted hard against him, she felt him fill her so deeply, and then she pulled back completely. It was a decision at the last second, a chance one, and one that would take her from the thought of letting him have her tailhole to actually giving it to him. She felt him against the entrance of it, she could see the confusion on his face, and she pushed down. Her eyes widened as she felt him push inside of it. There had been once, in Equestria, that a noble had taken it, but she had refused afterward.

This was the first time she had willingly given it to somepony, and it was to her special somepony. He was seated in her, and at that moment what she had feared would hurt did hurt some, but it wasn’t as horrible as her previous experience. Instead it felt… good. She relaxed, realizing how deep he was inside of her. Slowly, she moved up, feeling the emptiness inside of the fullness that had been there a few moments ago. She looked down at him, her eyes looking into his own, and she pressed back down.

She moaned, and even in this state she realized how lewd it sounded. She wanted him, she wanted him to fill her, to be inside of her, and to give her the love and adoration she had so craved for so long. Her hands went to his chest, feeling the strong muscle that was hidden underneath the thin fabric of his shirt. She pulled, nearly ripping it, getting to the soft texture of his skin. Her hands touched him, and she felt herself no longer going at a slower pace.

She needed the release, she needed to feel his release. He loved her, he wanted her, and he wanted their foal. They were going to have a foal. It sparked in her mind, the need, the drive, and she couldn’t contain it anymore. Her entire body clenched, the pent up need released, and she felt him as he released inside of her. She fell forward, and his arms wrapped around her.

“I love you,” she said.

“And I love you too,” he replied.

She felt the weight of the world gone from her shoulders, the worries of motherhood had lessened, and now, at this moment, she was happy to just be with her stallion, here, in this moment.