Rule of Three

Chapter 4: Tomorrow May Bring

Three and a Half Months Later-

Night yawned as he closed the bathroom door behind him. It’d been a pretty low-key Saturday, with him and Velvet content to get some work done around the house. Most of it was last-minute preparations for their imminent new arrival. Twilight’s old room was completely redone as a nursery; the few belongings she still hadn’t brought to that new castle of hers moved to Shining’s room. They’d gotten the last bit of painting done a few weeks ago, too, and now with the new wall border and carpet, it practically looked brand-new. Velvet had spent most of the day cooking and freezing things so they’d have some easy to prepare meals in the coming weeks, and while they were pretty well stocked on supplies, trips to the store for random items were undoubtedly going to be common.

Night went about his nighttime hygiene while his thoughts wandered. Celestia and Luna had made a statement regarding the misconceptions surrounding the Age spell, touting Night and Velvet as the ‘poster ponies’ for the project (Luna’s idea). Many were still on the fence, but many more were lobbying to get the ban repealed, and now it seemed that change might be on the horizon. A part of him still couldn’t believe all of this was happening, but the reflection staring back at him was proof enough. His dark blue mane was full and vibrant, not a single gray hair to be seen. His amber eyes were clear and sharp, blessedly free of the crow’s feet and dark circles that’d plagued him. He didn’t look a day over twenty-five, with Velvet actually looking even younger, and the longer he stared at himself, the more grateful he was they’d both accepted Celestia’s deal.

But even with gratitude, said deal weighed heavily on his mind.

Celestia and Luna, benevolent as they were, were hoping for another prodigy. Twilight and Shining had unspoken expectations that their little sibling would be like them. And as for the rest of the world, with Velvet due any day now, reporters had started harassing them for details on the foal. They didn’t give them the time of day, but they both knew it was just the beginning.

And that’d been just one of the crazy things to happen lately. Shining had messaged them last week with the news that Cadance was pregnant, and the week before that, a giant demon centaur had attacked Canterlot, stealing everypony’s magic and going on a rampage. Twilight’s spells had thankfully protected them from notice, but still…

Speaking of Twilight and Shining, Night couldn’t be happier at how they’d taken all of this. A part of him had been afraid that they’d be weirded out by everything, or even worse, revolted at the use of ‘forbidden magic’, but needn’t have worried about anything. When they finally came clean, Twilight had hugged him and Velvet in tears, overjoyed that she now had more time to spend with them. Shining and Cadance were similarly elated, with Cadance’s immediate question being whether Shining could eventually have the spell cast on him, as well.

To be honest, Velvet being pregnant seemed like an afterthought.

“Have as many kids as you want,” Twilight had said between sobs.“Just don’t make me b-bury you…”

“Of course it’s weird seeing you and Mom young,” Shining said with a shrug. “But weird’s kinda become par for the course for us, hasn’t it? If you guys wanna have another kid, go nuts. I don’t mind.”

Night put his toothbrush away, watching the swirling water flow down the drain. He doubted Shining and Twilight were going to play a major role in their new sibling’s life, what with them having their own responsibilities. They likely were going to be more like an aunt and uncle, but all things considered, that was probably the best anypony could hope for.

“Nighty?” Velvet called.

Night’s ears twitched. He’d thought Velvet had gone to bed already.

“Yeah, hun?”

“I’m in the study. Could you come here when you’re done?”

Night shrugged. “Sure thing.” He finished up, then opened the door and made his way down the hall.

He found Velvet sprawled out on the old couch beside her desk. She was laying on her side, wearing nothing but a set of striped socks she was fond of, her face scrunched up in supreme concentration. She was fiddling with a device comprised of tubes, pumps, and suction cups, and was trying to attach said suction cups to the enormously swollen mammaries between her hind legs.

“Come on… just lemme... ERGH!” Velvet tossed the pumps away and gave him puppy dog eyes. “I can’t get them on.”

To describe Velvet as ‘heavily pregnant’ would be an understatement. Her gravid girth positively bulged with life, a precious maternal sphere jutting well past the couch cushions. The curve of her wide barrel, smooth and round, rose high above her shoulders and hips, almost hypnotic as it rose and fell.

The rest of Velvet had filled out nicely, as well. Her curves had become even more defined in months past, giving her hips and rear a delicious softness. Her entire body seemed to glow with vigor; her mane, tail, and coat all sporting that thick, lustrous look, and she had a calm, peaceful air that complimented her motherly form. Velvet’s pregnancies hadn’t always been this kind to her, looks-wise, or symptoms-wise, but for whatever reason, this one...

Night snickered and trotted over to her, taking the pumps in his magic. “You’re leaking again?”

Velvet let her head flop onto the armrest with a grunt. “I could feel them filling back up barely an hour after dinner. I swear, they only just fit in my maternity bra now, and at this rate I’m going to outgrow it! I doubt we’re gonna need formula at all.”

Night could see she wasn’t lying. Her breasts were each larger than grapefruits, the fat, pink nipples each leaking out a stream of creamy milk. The dual swells were nestled snugly against her massive womb, the flawless skin stretched taut beneath her silvery coat. He could also make out the thin, pink crease of her marehood just beneath her milk-drenched nethers…

…and from the cloying scent he caught upon getting closer, she was drenched in more ways than one.

Night took the milking pumps in his magic. He breathed on each nozzle to warm it up, then, kneeling down, he scooched in close to her undercarriage. Her belly looked even larger this close—tight and full, firm, yet soft. In days past he would just sit there beside her, watching their foal shift about, pressing its little hooves against the walls of its sanctuary. The little tyke seemed pretty mellow tonight, but Velvet seemed to be agitated despite this, fidgeting as her ample weight sank deep into the couch cushions.

Night hid his grin. He loved this game.

Velvet couldn’t see what Night was doing, as her bulk was so large it obscured her vision. All she could see was his back half, where she got an eyeful of his hefty balls swaying back and forth. She tried not to pant as his sheath twitched before her eyes, slowly relinquishing its long, thick prize.

“Mmmrrhh…” Velvet stretched out her legs, giving Night a full, tantalizing view of her fertile form. She lazily swished her tail, already damp with her fluids, as if she was beckoning him with it. “I feel so full, Nighty. Just look... look at what you did to me! I hope you’re proud of yourself...”

Night licked his lips. He attached one of the pumps to her right teat, then stealthily, he ducked down and inhaled her familiar scent. Velvet’s crotch took up his whole vision, and it was like he was bathing in her warmth. Velvet felt him and made a low hum, her eyes fluttering closed. She heard the softwhir of the milking machine turning on, and a few seconds later, there was blessed relief as her right teat was drained.

But as for the left one…

Night pressed his muzzle to Velvet’s warm flesh. Supple and soft, he kissed along the edge of her breast, poking his tongue out here and there to taste her.

“Please…” Velvet shivered and leaned closer, hungry for his touch, but he pulled back with a soft laugh. He took another deep whiff of her, relishing the smell of aroused, pregnant mare—his mare, heavy with his progeny. He couldn’t help but go a bit lower, ‘accidentally’ nosing her folds with a quick lick…

Velvet bit her lip. That teasing jolt of ignited the coals that’d been smoldering in her belly all day, and a moan escaped her before she could stop it. The sound spurred Night to kiss just a little bit harder, go a tiny bit faster. She could see the clear beads of pre on his tip, his hips twitching every so often, and every time, his erect length would bounce off his underside, leaving a clear, sticky splotch.

Velvet’s nostrils flared. Now she could smell him.

“Ohhhhh…” Velvet began rubbing and stroking her womb, paying special attention to her navel. She hadn’t gotten an outie during pregnancies one and two, but the third time was the charm, it seemed. “Oh, yessss… Nightyyyyyy…”

Night was starting to feel that eager buzz, that headiness that crept into his chest and thoughts. He swirled his tongue once around her clit, lapping up her nectar before kissing back upwards to her neglected teat. Her engorged nipple stuck straight up, leaking more than ever as it begged for attention. Yet still Night went slow, methodically, dutifully cleaning his wife’s underside with his tongue. He lapped up all the excess that’d spilled, nibbling at her coat here and there, paying special attention to the tight crease between her breasts and belly. Velvet let out a windy coo, her limbs going slack at the attention, purring like a kitten as Night stoked that fire within her.

Night eventually cleaned her up nice and good. Pausing, he smacked his lips and tasted Velvet’ proper, noting that she was a little sweeter than usual. Regardless, he turned his attention back to her warm, soft breast, and with a cheeky grin, he swooped in and began suckling her.

Velvet’s breath caught in her throat. A heavy blush rose in her cheeks as Night’s firm, soft lips tugged on her, slurping down her milk. A proper sigh finally escaped her in a long, sultry croon, and she murmured Night’s name over and over while her blank eyes stared off into nothing. Her whole world was centered around the delightful feel of Night’s nursing, almost forgetting the still-burning fire in her core...

Almost.

Night couldn’t get enough. Velvet was so warm, so alive, and so impossibly hot when she was like this. It made him want to do this over, and over, and OVER, making a hero for every future disaster Equestria might face. He could feel the pulse of her body as he drank down her milk, and her pregnant belly seemed to throb, burgeoning with their growing foal. He loved the way she moved with the weight, slowly swaying with that heavy grace, and he dreamed of her staying like that longer...

Slowly, Night put a hoof on Velvet’s navel, ever-so-slightly rubbing around it. He felt Velvet tense and grow warmer, then rested her hoof upon his, guiding him to rub the fleshy nub in full. He obliged and pushed harder, twisting his hoof for emphasis—

“MMMmm!” Velvet jerked her hips, hard. She tossed her head as her leg twitched, the spike of pleasure dancing like wildfire across her skin. Little butterflies fluttered deep within in her belly, fanning the rising flames, and as if on cue, that telltale ache made itself known, her marehood yearning for attention. She looked back over at Night’s back half, specifically at his virile package, and resisting the urge to fidget, she focused her magic on it, wrapping his length in her grip and squeezing.

Night let out a low growl. He started tugging harder, noisily slurping down her milk with loud smacks and pops. There was an impressive amount in there, and it easily flowed into his mouth, warming his belly as he gulped it all down. He stepped closer and kept drinking, his senses now completely awash in her, and he was hopelessly addicted, that urge to pounce fighting against his control.

“It’s... b-bigger...” Velvet panted. Night’s cock was twitching and dripping in her aura, and she was completely focused on it, lazily massaging it the way he liked. “You’ve n-noticed... haven’t you?”

It was a rare side effect of the Age spell, triggering hormones that enhanced sexual capability. In Night, it’d made his stallionhood longer and thicker, his testes fuller and heavier, increasing his output by a considerable amount. He barely needed any recharge time at all, now, and the result was that they could go all night if they wanted…

Night kept suckling Velvet until her teat was bone dry, outpacing the milker by a good margin, then leaving it to finish the job. He moved on now to her mountainous barrel, trailing upward in a stream of slow, steady kisses, stopping only to occasionally inhale the scent of well-oiled skin—sweet, light, and reminiscent of chocolate. He took another step closer and sat on his haunches, taking her maternity in both hooves and feeling its full, squishy weight, gently nuzzling it as his eyes fell closed. He began rubbing in slow circles, pressing his face against her taut width, feeling and hearing the light thumps within.

Velvet could only see Night’s back now, but she still could feel his length in her aura, dripping and twitching at a steady rate. She hummed as he caressed her womb, his loving touch tender and soft, like he was worshipping her.

“Lotion,” Velvet murmured. She reached over to the end table, floating over a jar of thick yellow substance. She gave it to Night, who wordlessly opened it and scooped out a generous glob. His nostrils flared with the scent of cocoa butter as he slathered it on her stretched skin, rubbing and blending it in with practiced ease, covering her belly in a soft sheen.

“Ahh~”  Velvet sank further into the couch with a delicious sigh. She guided his efforts now and again, directing him to particularly itchy or sore spots, but otherwise let him pamper her unheeded. A warm glow was in her chest, a perfect compliment to the clenching ache in her nethers, but she’d no desire to rush things. She continued to stroke his dick at a slow, steady pace, careful not to push him too far, just enough to keep him where she wanted him...

Night continued to rub her steadily, but now he began kissing her ribs, planting little nibbles here and there, lazily making his way up her body. When he got to her heart, he stopped and gave it an extra long kiss, then another, his hoof reaching out to loop behind her back. He kept travelling upward and got to her shoulder… then her neck, where he instead of kissing, he began sucking, feeling her pulse dance beneath her sweet skin.

Panting, Velvet wrapped her hooves around Night’s head, pushing him down harder, her breath coming in hisses and gasps. Her heart was thudding in her chest, a heavy blush in her face as Night kept sucking her, and—oh Celestia, his breath on her neck, those hot, snorting puffs of air every time he exhaled through his nose…

“You naughty boy…” Velvet squeezed his length a little tighter, kneading and pumping it with care. Her magic extended to his sack, tugging on the loose, stretchy skin. “Don’t stop…”

Night grunted. He released her neck with a wet POP and began nibbling her jawline, reveling in the sexy sounds she made. He nuzzled her cheeks before touching his lips to hers, and then they were lost in a deep kiss, their tongues darting out to mingle. Softly, tenderly, they kissed once, twice, thrice, Velvet setting the tempo while they pushed back and forth. One of them always wanted more when the other pulled away, and so they made a game of it, trying to see who would crack first.

They might’ve gone on like that for some time, if not for the DING of the milking machine.

“Ngggaaahh…” Night pulled away, his cheeks rosy. A tendril of saliva connected their mouths, and his gaze was locked with Velvet’s, her smoldering bedroom eyes luring him back in.

“Velvet, love,” Night said. “Serious question...”

Velvet stroked Night’s dick a little faster. “Hmm?”

Night’s tongue flicked in and out, his eyes greedy. “Wanna try for twins, next?”

Velvet grinned and pulled and Night back in for another kiss, biting his lower lip and moaning into his mouth. He took that as answer enough, and with a flash of his horn, he pulled the suction cup off her and moved the milking machine away. In an impressive display of magic, he encased Velvet in his aura and lifted her off the couch, carrying her pregnant weight with ease as he took them to the bedroom.

“Oh!” Velvet squeaked in surprise. “Ohhhh… my big strong stallion…” She let him take them their room, sighing happily as he set her on the bed. “You gave me two amazing children, and now, you’re giving me one more…”

Night was beside her a second later, possessively pulling her to her chest. His hooves looped around her, stroking her while he breathed in her scent, his leaky stallionhood matting, no, marking her coat. “I’ll give you as many as you want, dear. Just say the word...”

Velvet snuggled into his embrace and smiled, wrapping her tail around his, both of them now cradling their foal. “Can you—ah—imagine?” Night had started kissing her neck again, and each touch felt like lightning on her skin. “Some couples—nngh—don’t have sex at all—mmmh—while pregnant...”

Night had nothing to say to that. Instead, he deftly moved his hips, using magic to align his dick between Velvet’s breasts. He pushed it between the milky mounds and kept it there, the base of his shaft pressed against her marehood, and he began moving back and forth, his cock sandwiched between her soft teats. His oozing tip brushed her belly with each thrust, and his movements stimulated her clit, sending constant jolts through Velvet.

“Yesssssss...” Velvet added her magic to his, pressing her breasts together and smooshing his dick. She felt him start a steady rhythm, his muscles tensed and bristling, fighting to stay in control. He was like a caged animal—docile at first glance, but ready to spring at any moment. It made her quiver and press harder against him, her vulva winking against his shaft, so very willing to receive him...

Night’s muzzle was buried in Velvet’s mane, chewing and tugging on the scruff of her neck. Velvet’s pillowy breasts were like heaven, especially on his medial ring. Her plump, cushiony rear against his hips was divine. The mass of her fertile barrel was a thing of beauty, and he hadn’t stopped rubbing it with lotion the whole time, caressing the stretched skin in small, careful circles. Every muscle in his body wanted to go faster, to give in to that inner fierceness. But even as his impulses threw themselves snarling and roaring against his will, he kept resolute, maintaining his sturdy pace, savoring his pregnant wife.

Velvet’s moans became low and husky, drifting unbidden from her parted lips. She leaned more of her weight against him, wanting more of his embrace, and he obliged, gripping her harder as his feathery lips trailed up to her glowing horn. He kissed all around her sensitive base, his teasing tongue tracing its grooves, delighting in the feel of her magic. He started licking her like a lollipop, and when he did, that clenching ache in Velvet’s nethers bloomed into a fiery need. Her moans became more desperate, laced with whimpers and gasps, and the sounds made Night grin.

“Fast, or slow?” he whispered.

“Slooowww,” Velvet mewled. “Slow, slow, slowwwwwwww…”

Night pulled back just a bit, needing to use magic to bend his sizeable rod towards Velvet’s sopping entrance. With a bit more magic, he peeled back the petals of her flower, and while nibbling on her ear...

“Ahhhaaaaahhhhaa...” Velvet’s voice rose and fell, nearly cracking under the strain. His head didn’t fit at first, the pressure on her entrance building, building, building… then, with a lewd, wet POP, her marehood swallowed his spongy head. Night’s gasp was like a hiss in her ears, and she felt his muscles tense, gripping her nice and tight. Little by little he pushed inside her, his efforts feeding that all-encompassing burn, and she arched her back against him, thrusting her prominent womb beyond their embrace.

It was with a snail’s pace that Night moved, dragging out their joined sensations, kissing and ravishing Velvet with practiced ease. He wiggled his hips every so often, attentive to the sounds she made, his hooves moving down to rub her cutie marks. She remained mind-bogglingly tight, and she knew just how to squeeze his length, bearing down on him with her inner walls, trying to milk him like he’d milked her. Minutes passed before he’d even got to his medial ring, but neither of them cared, so focused were on each other’s sounds, scents, and touch.

Velvet could feel their foal shifting amidst the excitement. The little flutters only added to the storm inside her, and it made her moan all the louder. Soon her first peak rolled over her, a stealthy thing that hit her out of the blue, but it ended far, far too soon, and all it did was leave her wanting more. A tingling burst swept through her as the second orgasm hit, making her shudder in the best way, but it was nowhere near enough to sate her. Night felt her shuddering and pushed his medial ring inside, determined to further drag out her high, and when he did, that tingling burst was followed up immediately by another. Her voice cracked then, girly and lewd, and she bared down on him, hard, her nether lips sucking the rest of him inside.

“?!”Night thrust even deeper on reflex. He abruptly found himself hilted, his hips pressed against Velvet’s pillowy plot, and his eyes shrunk to pinpricks as the caged beast inside him barrelled free, filling his mind with raw, unbridled lust.

“MINE.” The feral snarl escaped him as he bit her mane and yanked, her cries becoming whinnies of need, and he pumped in and out of her like a stallion possessed.

SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK! SHLICK!

Night was relentless. He held nothing back as he claimed Velvet’s pussy, stuffing her full with hot, engorged horsecock. He could feel her tunnel stretching, her legs quivering, her womb throbbing, and it spurred him on to longer, harder strokes. His ring buzzed her clit on every backthrust, and soon she was screaming his name over and over, her depths thirsty for his seed. And Night could feel that seed building, his balls heavy and fat, a hefty load primed.

Velvet could hardly take it. Again and again, those tingling bursts spread out from her core, her blooming barrel awash in it all. The mass of her womb bounced with Night’s thrusts, and she could feel his tip tickling the edge of her sealed cervix, the jolts adding to her pleasure. She’d lost count how many times she’d cum, but that didn’t matter. All that mattered was that Night hadn’t, and so he kept railing her, fierce and fevered, the sounds and smells of sex heavy in the air.

It soon came to a climax. Night felt that telltale tingling in his balls, that familiar internal rush. His pistoning became unsteady, stuttering, his muscles contracting with each push, and his flat flare swelled inside her, lodging firmly inside. He bit down on her shoulder, and Velvet yelled, loud. He wedged his cock as far as it would go inside her, and with one final twitch—

“AH!” Night exploded inside her, the first jet of cum splattering against her deepest barrier, painting it a thick coat of white. He erupted again, his jizz hot, hot, hot, spreading all throughout Velvet’s tunnel, making it slippery and slick in the best way. His third and fourth loads were even bigger, the fifth and sixth even more so, and soon her pregnant pussy was saturated with sticky stallion seed, seeping out of her in steady spurts.

Velvet very nearly whited out. The heat of his orgasm inside her, oh Goddess, that blessed, delicious HEAT. How it added to the pulsing warmth surging through her, to provide that final push that sated that gnawing, clenching ache. Her mind became awash in floaty goodness, her limbs going rigid with each new wave, and her voice petered out to a breathy groan, hugging and stroking her big, burgeoning belly while bearing down on Night’s member.

Night’s orgasm kept going for a good bit after that, his teeth grit as fresh cum travelled up his thick, long shaft. He could feel their foal shifting all the while, its movements like faint vibrations, and the surreal sensation filled him with a rush of pride. He eventually did peter out and relax his grip on Velvet, but when he did, he did nothing to remove himself from her… nor did she from him.

“Such a loud, lewd mare I married...” Night kissed the spots he’d bit, running his lips along the shallow teeth marks. “We’re gonna need soundproofing spells again soon...”

Velvet grinned. She tilted her head back, resting against the crook of his neck. “Not... for a year... or so.”

Night shifted himself a bit. In years past, he would’ve felt a pinching strain right now, deep inside his core. Now, though, all he felt was a pleasant buzz, steadily spreading out to fill his groin, keeping him horny, heated, and hard.

“I just can’t get enough of you,” Night whispered. His dick twitched inside her, the wet heat making him recharge all the faster. “But… ungh… we’ll have to be careful, or we really could… nnnf... wind up with twins…”

Velvet tilted her head, her eyes meeting with his. Their cheeks were rosy, their breath coming in quick pants. Their manes were disheveled and matted, and they licked their lips over and over, like their tongues were searching for each other. Neither of them spoke, but something passed between them all the same, and in an instant they were kissing again, fast and frenetic, their dual moans echoing in their mouths. Night started moving again, fluid and smooth, his hard, solid stallionhood raring to go. Velvet resumed squeezing in time with his thrusts, her powerful vaginal muscles massaging his cock, and all the while their tongues moved back and forth, pushing into each other’s mouths with fervor.

It was a long time before either of them went to sleep.