A dedicated follower of fashion
For the first time in years, Shining Armor was afraid. He had seen terrible things during his time as a guard. The depths of depravity ponykind could sink to. But no matter what horrors he faced, there was one thing even his stalwart training couldn't account for.
A pregnant alicorn.
Cadence had been running him ragged recently with her demands.
"Sweet,
"A mawashi? Heh, I doubt even
As Shining's gut bulged out further, hanging over his waist, he felt himself squatting down. His hooves spread apart on the floor, hands on his thighs, felt somehow natural to him.
Shining couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. "I, Sumo Armor,
"Maternity dress? Cadence will like this. Perhaps get her off my case."
The heavily pregnant, diapered, sumo mare waddled down the hallway.
