Too Sweet For Her Own Good

Five months later

“Well,” Rarity said, picking up the dishes off the table. “I hear you finally found a new place.”

“Yup,” Hondo said, stretching his arms back and patting his stomach. One place at the table was still set, and he shot it a glance for a moment before turning away and continuing. “I figured after living off your generosity for about half a year, I’d better get back on my hooves again.”

Rarity placed the plates carefully in the sink, and rubbed her forehead. “How far away is it? Close, I hope, given the... situation... with Sweetie Belle.”

“I’m close, don’t you worry,” Hondo said. “You know that I don’t just run away from things, darlin’.”

“Well, that’s one good thing to come out of this, I suppose.” Rarity sighed, leaning against the counter. “I swear, father, this whole thing gives me such a headache...”

“I know it’s a bit much to wrap your mind around, but I think everything’s worked out rather well.” Hondo looked up at his eldest daughter. “Sweetie’s adjustin’ just fine, and she’s been nothin’ but happy. I don’t see any issue here.”

“Ignoring the obvious,” Rarity said through her teeth, her fingers curling up into fists for the briefest of moments before she took a deep breath in through her nose. “I don’t suppose you yourself feel as if this has affected her at all?”

Hondo leaned against the table, looking up at Rarity, his features sagging slightly with a somewhat lost, slightly sad look. “Sweetheart, of course I feel like it’s affected her. But in your sister’s typical way, she’s taken the bad with the good... and it ultimately didn’t upset any of her plans. She’s still taking her lessons from Twilight, and she feels all well and good here in Ponyville. I wanted her to go to Canterlot to pursue higher courses of magic... but she feels content so staying here, and what’s happened has only made it easier for her to chose her path.”

Rarity relaxed, and walked over to her father, laying a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry I’ve been so tense, father, it’s just that it’s been so much for me to wrap my mind around. Even after the initial shock a few months ago, I’ve still been harboring quite a bit of resentment towards you.” She inhaled deeply. “Fluttershy has been helping me try and let it go, but I just... I supported you through what happened with mother, and I knew the context of your actions, and obviously Sweetie Belle has been completely okay with it... but there are some things that stick with me, and society’s taboos are clearly one of them.”

Hondo patted Rarity’s side, and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into a somewhat awkward side hug. “It’s alright, my dear; I don’t blame you for acting the way you act... I let myself lose control and this coulda easily turned out much worse. Thankfully, Sweetie had some idea what she was doing...” He chuckled. “She’s sure come a long way in the past few years.”

Rarity nodded, the faintest hint of a smile on her lips. “I’ll say. I remember, I wasn’t nearly this collected at her age. I was still chasing that damned stallion around Manehattan...”

“Well, he was a looker,” Hondo said, letting Rarity go so she could stand up straight once more. “He woulda given some fine grandfoals.”

Rarity blushed, and as if on cue, Sweetie poked her head in the doorway, her entire body hidden behind the wall. “Ooh! Breakfast!”

“Well, it’s about time, sleepyhead,” Rarity said, her face still red as she turned around and returned to the stove. “I made you something that I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist, Sweetie; prench toast with hay bacon!”

“Oooh!” Sweetie clapped her hands together and entered the room; she was dressed in only her panties; her large breasts, much bigger than normal, sagged slightly down so that they were only stopped by the curvature of her bulging belly. It wasn’t huge, but it was certainly well on its way to being quite the baby bump.

Hondo stared at his daughter’s taut tummy, licking his lips. Rarity turned around from the stove, and blanched. “Sweetie, could you please put a bra on? I don’t think father can keep it in his pants if you tease him like that.”

“Sorry!” Sweetie said, giggling as she grabbed the solitary glass of orange juice sitting by her plate, downing it in three huge gulps. Wiping her mouth, she sighed happily, setting a hand on her belly. “But I’ve outgrown all my bras! They’re so uncomfortable with my new boobs, and even your bras aren’t big enough for them.”

“Your mother was the same way when she was pregnant with you,” Hondo said, leaning over the table and gently groping one of Sweetie’s buxom breasts. She blushed, a single bead of milk forming at the teat as her father squeezed on it. “You couldn’t catch her dead in a bra from the fourth month on. Made access a lot easier.”

“Yes, I’m sure some pegasus stallion somewhere is enjoying that perk of mother’s biology right now,” Rarity said snarkily, but Hondo just shrugged. Seeing that her attempts to kill the mood had been shot down as Hondo suckled on Sweetie’s nipple gently, his hand rubbing her belly, she cleared her throat loudly, carrying a plate with her younger sister’s breakfast on it. “Not at the table, please; we eat here, thank you very much.”

Hondo retreated back to his seat while Rarity piled Sweetie’s plate high with food. “So I’ve been thinking about names,” Sweetie said. “For a girl, I was thinking something like Garnet! Since only Aunt Marble has anything even close to a gem name, and since you’re so good with gems, Rarity... a little something of appreciation for being the best sister in the world!”

Rarity smiled, her expression softening considerably, her eyes shining wetly. “Oh, Sweetie, I’m touched! Th-That’s truly flattering, really...” She fanned herself a little bit. “Y-You are quite the little sister yourself... now eat up, the foal deserves all it can get.”

Sweetie nodded, and picked up her fork. But before she could give in, her expression changed from chipper to confused, and then...

She leaned over, grabbing Rarity’s apron, and vomiting directly into it. Rarity froze up, completely rigid and still, her bottom left eyelid twitching every second or so. Hondo couldn’t contain himself, and the smirk on his mustached face soon gave way to a few chuckles. Sweetie Belle, in all her queaziness, looked up at her sister, and joined her father’s laughter.

Rarity screamed internally.