Preggy Pie

(Important) Author's note: So, I'm trying something a bit different here. Not only are we back to the present, but I've also decided to add in brief selections of dialogue for you, the narrator. I understand that this is a risky move, but there's just some stuff that can't be communicated via a nod or some other gesture. In the past I've done it using a descriptive umbrella, such as “you tell her that (such-and-such)”, but there's a level of personal connection that can't be achieved without straightforward, traditional dialogue. So from now on, there will be one or two instances where you speak, even if it doesn't match the way you speak in real life. I'll try to make it sound pretty general, but please forgive me if it isn't perfect. Thanks for understanding.

...Also, I've been gone for the past week, so it's been like three weeks since I've written a chapter. My bad. Thanks for being patient.

Chapter Four

You wait outside the bathroom as Pinkie Pie finishes getting ready for your get-together with Fluttershy. This has only been a recent occurrence; she started caring about her appearance shortly after she became pregnant. You personally don't mind whether she dresses up or not. Either way, she'll look amazing to you. Whenever you go out, though, she always insists on wearing her mane in a more adult style. When you ask her why, she always gives you the same response: “Because cotton candy isn't as pretty as ribbon candy.” Although you understand, you worry about her insecurity. She was never concerned about her looks when you were dating. Of course, you only really started caring about your own appearance once you got married, so you can't judge. You would like to think it isn't about you; she doesn't work too hard to look nice when it's just you two alone; but you know you must have caused this change somehow.

Fluttershy, surprisingly enough, was the one who invited you two to tea. That was uncharacteristic of her, but it was nice to see her break out of her shell. She's been like that lately. You haven't seen her much (without Pinkie by your side, you don't have much of a reason to), but each time you run into each other she seems to be more outgoing. This is her biggest step forward. You know she has invited her friends over before, but never you. She was the slowest to accept you when you were dating Pinkie, mostly because you frightened her. Anything bigger than Fluttershy frightens her, except maybe bears. You've been told she can kill a bear if she wanted to. You'd like to see that. You wonder how that would play out...

Pinkie's voice derails your train of thought. “How do I look?”

You turn and see your wife smiling up at you. She has delicate curls in her mane. Mildly glossy lips. A thin coating of mascara to bring out her eyes. The faintest layer of blush. She looks so gorgeous, you could just kiss her. You tell her this, but mention you don't want to mess up her lips by doing so. She nuzzles your side and giggles.

“You're such a sweetie. Now let's go; I don't want to keep Fluttershy waiting!”

You nod and walk to the door. You open it for her, and after she's trotted out, you follow behind. You notice her tail has those same delicate curls. It's no wonder she took so long in the bathroom. It hurts to admit, but you prefer this to how she usually looks. It's not that she looks bad normally; it's just that she looks so beautiful on days like this. It's nice to see her act like an adult, despite how much you adore her occasional childishness. To you, this is a sign that she is ready to become a mother. Maybe that's why she started caring about her appearance.

As you walk beside your wife through the center of town, you start to wonder about yourself. Whether you're ready to become a father. Whether you're putting in the same effort as Pinkie. Pinkie has given up so much for this foal: her social life, her job, the respect of her parents for marrying a human...and what have you given up? You've worked some extra hours at the bakery to pay for supplies for your child. That's it.

Pinkie gives you a look of concern. “Are you okay? You didn't answer my question.”

You respond with a mildly confused frown, not having heard it.

“I asked if we should do something in return for Fluttershy. This is really thoughtful of her, and I know how much of a step forward this is.”

You nod. That sounds like a good idea. You ask her what she would want.

“Oh, Fluttershy would like anything! She only cares about the thought. Why don't we make her something? You can cook and I can decorate.” Pinkie smiles, but it's different from her usual one. It's a longing, nostalgic smile. “We'd be just like Mr. and Mrs. Cake...” she says, a bit more quietly. There is a long pause. After a good minute, she speaks again. “You know, when Rarity seemed frustrated at her foal, it got me thinking about Mrs. Cake after she had her twins. She was really tired, but she loved them. I saw it. She let me hold them, play with them, let me foalsit them as they got older...and they were super cute, too. Not just Pound and Pumpkin, but the whole family. They looked so perfect together.”

Pinkie's smile becomes more faint. “I mean, Mrs. Cake is sick now, but she still takes time to help the twins with their school work, and she always makes time to spend with her husband...she hasn't skipped a beat. I want to be like that someday. A mother and a wife, until the end...”

You nod and pet her coat, bringing her just a bit closer to you as you walk. She was probably trying to tell you something. She hasn't brought up the Cakes as much recently as she used to. When you were dating, she would bring them up at least once every date, even if just in passing. But four months ago, you remember Pinkie coming home with a distant look in her eyes. She didn't want to talk that night. She just went straight to bed, not even bothering to eat first. Later that night, you heard quiet sobs coming from the bedroom. You rushed in to see what was wrong. She tried to speak, but the most she could muster was to sputter out a little “Mrs. Cake” before crying again. The worst possibilities came to mind. Did she die? Did she and Mr. Cake divorce? Did she disappear, leaving her wife and husband?

Pinkie clutched your shirt and you just wrapped your arms around her, comforting her until the worst of it was over.

Your memory is cut short by Pinkie's voice.

“Um, honey?” says Pinkie. “It's kind of hard to walk like this.”

You look down and realize that you were accidentally pulling your wife closer during your recollection. You sheepishly let go and she distances herself a bit. You walk quietly for a while, looking ahead, and then feel the familiar texture of your wife's coat rubbing against your hip. You look down and see her grinning.

“Well, it can't hurt for a bit, right?”

You laugh and lean down to give her a kiss. You can't help it, even if her makeup does get a bit messed up. Her lips are soft, and her gloss tastes like strawberries. That might seem childish to some, but it's Pinkie. She'll always have some of that whimsical filly nature in her. It's just another part of her you love.

Soon, you find that long dirt trail leading to Fluttershy's. The trees on either side of the path provide you with shade as you walk, and the light breeze is soothing. Pinkie sighs softly and leans against you as she trots along. Soon, you get to Fluttershy's front door and knock. The door opens almost right away.

“Oh, you're here!” says Fluttershy with a smile. “Come in, please.”

Fluttershy seems eager. Pinkie giggles and trots inside, and you follow after her. There is a small round table set out with a teapot in the center, and next to it are three white teacups. On the other side is some milk and sugar. Pinkie takes a seat in one of the chairs and so do you; the table is slightly taller than most others in Ponyville, and you can only assume Fluttershy was considering your height when she brought it out. That was nice of her; you were tired of always sitting cross-legged on the ground.

“Pinkie Pie, how are you? How's the foal?” asks Fluttershy.

Pinkie rubs her belly. “Good; Twilight says it's healthy, but we don't want to know the gender. We want it to be a surprise.”

“Have you felt it kick yet?”

She shakes her head. “Not yet, but Rarity says it'll happen soon. She wants to know the gender so she can make clothes for it.” She laughs. “She's been trying to get us to find out for weeks!”

Fluttershy giggles. “That sounds like Rarity. She didn't know Unique's gender at first, though, did she?”

“No, but that's just how Rarity is. Too eager for her own good,” responds Pinkie.

You ask Fluttershy why she invited you to her home.

“Oh, um, right. Well, I was talking to Applejack and I remembered her birthday is soon.” She looks down at her teacup shyly. “Pinkie, if it's not too much to ask...could you maybe...”

“Throw a party for her?” interrupts Pinkie, setting her hooves on the table and standing.

“Um, yes.”

Pinkie beams. “Of course I can, you silly filly!” She sits back down and her eyes begin to dart back and forth, already planning mentally.

“It's been a while,” you say to Fluttershy. She smiles and nods in return.

“I'm just worried about her,” Fluttershy explains. “I want a way to introduce her to some ponies; she seems nervous about meeting stallions, and seeing as you two and Rarity are already married, well...”

“You want to help her?” says Pinkie. “But what about you?”

Fluttershy blushes faintly. “Oh, um, I'm fine. I'm not looking for anypony right now...”

Well, you can't say it's surprising. Fluttershy would be the last to find someone in the group. Her and Applejack are the only ones left that are single, but honestly, it would be best for them both to find coltfriends soon. Pinkie tells you they've felt left out of the group lately. But you knew from the start that things would change between them, especially once Rarity got married. You decide you're going to help Applejack find someone at the party if you can. I mean, you'll end up going with Pinkie anyway, so what's the harm?

The rest of the tea date goes well. You mostly listen as Fluttershy and Pinkie chat, catching up on the latest events and developments in their lives. Fluttershy occasionally asks you a question, to which you respond in a friendly, lighthearted manner. Although you don't always feel like faking enthusiasm, you want a good relationship with Pinkie's friends. That was one of the biggest obstacles when you first met, and ever since you've been making strides to earn their approval. Fluttershy is the last one left now, more or less.

After two hours of tea, chatting, and Fluttershy showing Pinkie her new garden, you and your wife say goodbye. She and Fluttershy made plans to get together the following week, and when you were invited, you said they need some bonding time and respectfully declined. You'll use that time to do something for the foal, like start making plans for his or her room. You're going to make more sacrifices from now on. You've focused too much on Pinkie becoming a mother and need to make yourself ready for fatherhood.

The whole walk home, Pinkie has this light, warm smile across her face. “Thanks for coming,” she says. “I was worried about Fluttershy, but she seems fine. Happy, even. I mean, I want her to find her special somepony, but she has time. She can wait until she's ready.” She moves her and rubs it lovingly against your hand. “I know you weren't able to say much. It's hard getting along with friends you don't have a history with.” She tilts her head up. You know this means she wants a kiss. You lean down and she gives you one that is more sensual than you expect. She giggles softly as you pull away. “And that's just part one.”

Part one? What is she talking about?

“Oh, you'll see,” she says with a little wink. She skips ahead as well as she can in her pregnant state and sways her hips softly as you follow behind.

Oh. That's what she means. You grin and follow close behind. You wonder what she has in store. This isn't the first time this has happened; she has these little playful moments from time to time that always end in something wonderful. But this time, maybe she's just happy you came with her. Either way, you're happy she's thinking of you.

You get back to your home and she walks up the stairs, letting her tail sway from side to side. She hums innocently and trots to your room. You follow her in and she hops up onto the bed.

“You wanna come up here?” she asks sweetly. You get up. She smiles and blushes softly as she speaks, mostly because she's rarely so forward. “You might want to take off some of those clothes if you want your surprise.”

You grin and laugh softly, pulling off your shirt. She watches, her tail still swaying. You get down to your underwear before she speaks again.

“You know how the other day, you said you just wanted to do something nice for me, and that you didn't need anything for yourself?”

You nod.

She smiles, still shy about the matter. “Well...now I want to do something for you, so...” She comes closer and sets her hooves on your hips. She holds the elastic of your underwear with her teeth and slowly pulls it off. You can see her visibly become a little redder as your member is exposed, but she doesn't look away. You feel yourself becoming harder as she looks at you. You expect her to change positions so you two can make love, but she doesn't move. She stays where she is.

“I know you've never brought it up because you want me to feel comfortable...” she says softly, “But this is for you, and I want to make you feel good.” She sets her hooves on your thighs and moves in.

You can feel your heart beat quickly as she comes closer. It's true; you've never done this with her. You never wanted to ask because you only cared about her pleasure. You loved making her happy and letting her know she would never have to step outside her comfort zone. This is different, though. She wants to do this, and yet you still worry she won't enjoy it. But you let her do it anyway.

She looks down at your penis as a drop of liquid pools at the top in anticipation. She figures that's a good place to start. She takes a lick—her very first taste of your manhood—and lets the pre run across her tongue. You watch her expression for any hesitation and she actually seems relieved.

“I was worried,” she says, “But...it's not that bad.” She kisses your tip. You can feel the glossy texture and warmth of her lips. She looks up at you just to make sure you're fine and you respond with a loving smile. Content with this, she goes back down and licks from the bottom of your shaft up. She's never seen you this closely before. This is more intimate than she's used to. Once she reaches the top, she opens her mouth and takes you in. She wraps her lips around your shaft and starts going down. Everything starts off slow as she tries to get a feel for it, but each time she goes down she goes deeper.

Soon, she's as low as she can take you. You let out a low moan just to let her know she's doing well. You can see her smile slightly and relax more. She breathes out her nose gently and you can feel it against your lower body; just another reminder of what she's doing for you. Her expression keeps making small shifts as she does things differently with her tongue. To you, though, it's all fantastic. It's wet, sensual, and the perfect balance between gentle and rough. Yet still, you have trouble knowing what to do. On one hand, you can't do much to begin with. On the other hand, there must be some way to make this better for her. She said this was for you, but your instinct to make her feel good is kicking in. You decide that the most you can do is let her know she's doing a good job, so you moan again.

As she gains confidence, she starts to bob her head faster. She presses her hooves against your manhood and massages it as she focuses on the top. She seems to be getting the hang of it.

You can feel yourself tighten. It must be mental, because you haven't been doing this for too long. But just knowing that she's here, giving you a blow job...that alone is getting you riled up. You try to hold back. You summon all your strength, but you just can't. You warn her, but she keeps going, wanting to show you what she can do. Of course, that's only until she feels the first stream of cum hit her tongue.

You see Pinkie's eyes widen as the rest shoots inside, shot by shot. The next few seconds are so slow, it feels like time has stopped. She isn't used to the taste. She didn't know it would feel so strange; she only wanted you to feel good. She wanted to show you she loves you just as much as you love her. And she especially didn't want you feeling guilty for having her do it. But this was just too much at once.

She pulls back, taking her lips off your length. She doesn't say a word. She looks up at you, mouth closed for fear of you finding out. You ask if she's alright and she nods. You smile comfortingly and tell her it's alright; that she doesn't have to do anything she doesn't want to.

Pinkie clearly wishes she had more willpower, but she brings her head down to the sheets and spits it out. She blushes profusely. “I'm sorry...” she mutters. “It's not...I mean, I didn't mean to...” She can't think of the right words, so once again, she just apologizes. She's so embarrassed, you feel like you need to comfort her.

You open your arms and she comes up to you. You give her a hug and a kiss. “Don't worry,” you tell her, softly brushing her mane with your fingers. “It doesn't matter. There's a first time for everything, and I'm just happy you did that for me. It was perfect.” You give her one more kiss and she sets a hoof on your chest, raising her head to look at you.

“Really?” she says.

You nod, smiling. “Really.”

She looks down for a second, thinking, before meeting your gaze again. “Do you promise?”

You chuckle. “I promise.”

You hold her close and rub her back. She rests against you, closing her eyes and blushing. Not out of embarrassment, and not out of timidness, but because she remembers once again why she fell in love with you.