Preggy Pie

Preggy Pie

Inspired by the fanfic 'Preggity' by Sanguinius

Important note about rating: This is a mature fanfic, and I ask politely that you do not rate this down simply because of its adult nature. Doing so would be very petty and immature. Please read it and judge it based on its quality, not the fact that it has some sexual material. If you disapprove of sexual material in fanfics, please turn on your adult filter so you don't have to be subjected to it. I've gotten a few hateful comments for no other reason than the story has some sex in it. Please use your discretion.

Author's note: I will, without hesitation, admit that I am nowhere near as eloquent or creative as Sanguinius. His work, Preggity, is a stellar fanfic that I suggest you all read. He was kind enough to give me permission to write this spin-off in his well-developed second-person style. Just keep in mind that I am an entirely different author, quite a few years younger, and am still developing my skills as a writer. That being said, I hope you enjoy this fanfic! There will be adult material, but considering this is rated 'mature', that's a given.

Edit: At this point (June 25th) I've released four chapters. If you want to read this in the "proper chronological" order, I recommend you read chapters two and three before reading this one. Afterwards you can read chapter four. Of course, this way is fine too.

Chapter One

You are awoken late in the morning by a few gentle rays of light streaming through the window. You haven't slept better in ages. You look down and see your wife sleeping beside you, resting her head on your chest for comfort. You smile. Every day she seems to become more beautiful. You lean down and kiss the top of her head, and in response, her eyes gently flutter open. She smiles up at you. “Good morning,” she says in a quiet voice. She sounds so sweet you could just melt. You give her a long, heartfelt kiss on the lips. She nuzzles you happily.

You remember the first day you met Pinkie. It was rare for humans to be seen in Equestria, let alone Ponyville, but you were looking for a new home and felt you might belong here. It was a small, humble town, but it wasn't too rural or obscure. You were expecting to meet someone, hopefully a human, to fall in love with and start a family. But fate, you soon found out, has a way of surprising you. Or rather, shooting you in the face with confetti, which was the case with Pinkie Pie. Her energy was boundless. Her smile was contagious. But more than anything, you saw kindness in her eyes. She was genuinely happy to see you. When you visited other towns, you were a spectacle. There were only a few humans in Equestria, but they were extremely rare. She didn't see you as a human, though. She saw you as a wandering soul that needed a friend.

It didn't take long for you to fall in love with her. You were a little secluded at first, but she quickly broke you out of your shell. She came to visit you every day just to let you know you weren't alone. She cheered you up when you felt dejected. And when you asked her why she was doing all this, she just answered,

“Because I like you, silly billy!”

You took a chance and asked her out. She was surprised at first, never having dated anyone, but she said yes. You went to dinner, but since Pinkie was getting antsy indoors, you spent the rest of the night together, lying on a grassy hill and talking. That was a great idea; you learned a lot about her that night. She wasn't just some excited pony that liked to make friends. She was genuinely thoughtful and considerate, and she actually had a lot of interesting things to say.

You remember the first time she realized she loved you. It was cute; not knowing what being in love was like, she thought she was sick. She talked to Twilight to see why she had trouble thinking straight and why her heart was beating so fast. Then, when Twilight suggested she might be in love, she got embarrassed. It was the first time you had ever seen her act shy. She blushed whenever she saw you. She had trouble making jokes because she was worried you wouldn't find them funny. Then eventually, when she had had enough, she broke down and cried, saying she didn't know how to talk to you anymore. But you told her you loved her too.

That's when you kissed for the first time. It was her first kiss, and she couldn't have been happier. You couldn't have been happier.

You had a small wedding a few months later; it was just you, Pinkie, and all your close friends. It was the most amazing day you've ever had. Even Rainbow Dash welled up during the ceremony. That made Pinkie happy.

You softly rub your wife's belly which has grown in the past five months. She isn't too big yet, but it's still noticeable. Besides, you like her this way. What they say about pregnant women—or rather, mares—is really true. They do glow. And after it's all over, you and your wife will have a beautiful foal to raise as your own.

A foal...you can't wait. Just the thought makes you grin. You lean down and kiss Pinkie's tummy.

“I think she's happy,” says Pinkie with a giggle. Of course she is; her mother is the happiest mare in Equestria. You don't know for sure that the foal is a filly, but you also know that Pinkie Sense never fails.

You rub her coat for a while as she closes her eyes, resting against you. Her hyperactivity has toned down since she became pregnant, but her optimism and contentedness still remain; and though she's become less energetic, she's still just as playful. You lower your hand so that you are nonchalantly rubbing her flank. She grins. “I know what you're doing.”

What? You're doing something? No, you're just moving your hand a little. But just for good measure, you give her a little squeeze. She giggles and stands, moving to sit on top of you. She gives you a kiss. “It's okay, you silly billy. If you want it, you don't have to be shy about it.” She nuzzles you and you smile. You rub her flank some more and kiss her in return. She's so soft, especially now that she's pregnant.

You don't go far with her most mornings. You usually just play around a bit. It's just as satisfying; lying in bed, holding your wife in your arms, touching the places on her body only you are allowed to touch...besides, it makes her happy. In the end, that's all you really want.

She breathes a little more sharply as your hand slips and you accidentally touch her marehood. “Careful,” she says with an apologetic smile, “The baby's making me all sensitive today.”

You chuckle. She's been like that lately. “What are you laughing at?” she asks. “Did I say something funny?”

You shake your head, grinning. You love it when she's sensitive. You gently run your fingers across her marehood again and she takes another sudden breath. “B-but, you just woke up and I don't want to tire you ou—oh!” She tightens up as you do it once more. She looks back, feeling herself becoming wet. “Well, do you want me to do something...? I don't want to be the only one who...”

You turn her head back to you and shake your own. This is for her. You don't need anything. You bring your fingers together and start to rub her up and down, tugging slightly at her hole with your middle finger. She arches her back and presses her face against your chest. She breathes sharply but spreads her legs to let more in. You slide two fingers into her wet slit and she makes a noise half way between a moan and a hum. You know this means to keep going. You make slow motions with your fingers, in and out, and stretch them apart so she can feel herself spread.

Pinkie gasps, her eyes popping open. They flutter halfway shut and she lets out a shaky breath, coming to orgasm. It looks like it was sudden, and you know it was because your fingers are dripping when you pull them out. “Oh, wowie...” she says, a bit embarrassed. “I didn't know I was going to do that...” She giggles and kisses you. “Thanks.”

You smile against her lips as you return the kiss. You then stand and get out of bed.

“Are you sure you don't want me to...?”

You shake your head and smile. You only wanted to satisfy her. Besides, it was so quick that it barely took any effort.

She blushes but nods in understanding. “Okay.” She hops out of bed and follows you to the shower. You help her wash her coat (as well as the spots she can't reach) and she washes your back. You grab a couple towels and you both dry off.

You ask her what she wants to do today as you work on your hair.

“Hmm...well, I don't have to work until tomorrow, so my day's mostly—oh! Why don't we visit Rarity? She told me she's been craving my cupcakes lately. She says they're to die for. That silly filly; she doesn't have to die to have some of my cupcakes.” She giggles. How can any mare possibly be this cute?

“Hello, Rarity!” sings Pinkie as you step into the boutique. Rarity spots you two and trots over hastily. She sighs in relief as she sees the box of cupcakes in your arms.

“Oh, darling, thank you. I was at my wit's end without these. I was about to die!” Her horn glows and the box is lifted from your arms. She clears her throat. “Figuratively speaking, of course. You have no idea how much you crave sweets when you have a foal. Although...” She smiles at the both of you, “...you will soon, won't you?” She trots to the back of the store and sets them down.

You lean down and kiss the top of your wife's head. She busies herself by browsing through Rarity's collection of dresses, though it's clear she isn't interested in them. She won't be able to fit any of them in a month anyway.

Rarity opens the box and looks at the cupcakes. “Oh, these look divine. I've needed to treat myself to something, you know. Ever since Unique was born, I've scarcely been able to leave the house. I'm so glad you are willing to come here instead; I would lose my mind if it weren't for these visits.

“Oh, that reminds me, how does that shirt I made for you fit?” Rarity asks, looking over her shoulder at you as she turns to straighten some hangers on a rack. “I just used my husband's measurements. You two are about the same size, aren't you?”

You nod and smile, tugging on your shirt to show how well it fits. You're lucky to have such a generous seamstress as a friend. She doesn't even make you pay.

“Well, that's good,” she says proudly. “I rather enjoy making human clothes. They are more of a challenge than regular pony clothing. It keeps my skills refined.” She smiles. “Do you need anything more, dear?”

You shake your head and laugh. She's done more than enough.

You hear the cry of Rarity's foal from upstairs and Rarity groans. “For Celestia's sake! Will that filly ever be quiet? I can hardly sleep at night anymore, let alone get work done.” Rolling her eyes, she turns to you. She does her best to curve her lips into a smile. “Thank you for stopping by. I'll be seeing you two soon, then, I hope?”

You nod and retrieve your wife. The two of you leave as Rarity attends to her foal. You notice Pinkie staring distantly ahead as you walk back. Something must have hit her, because she doesn't say a word the entire way home.