Typist Gray

Trixie let out a long heaved sigh as she stood outside the door to her home. It was a modest little place, just on the outskirts of the rich district of Canterlot with three stories, ivory white brick walls, and a door made of exotic blue wood. She felt disheveled after a long day’s work at Canterlot University where she taught advanced spell weaving. Her mane was a mess, her fur matted in places thanks to the sweat from performing so many powerful spells, she’d need a shower later, but the worst part of all was her aching knees.

Dimming her horn and letting her levitated work supplies fall around her, Trixie brought a blue hoof to her bulging belly. A mixture of dread, anxiety, and pride swelled in the mare as her hoof gently stroked her pregnant belly; that is until she felt the faintest movement and all those feelings were washed away by the love she felt for her little unborn bundle. Taking a calming breath, Trixie once more levitated her work supplies around her and pushed the door open.

The unicorn’s swelling teats swung limply between her legs as she walked into the living room as her supplies moved to her private study off to the side where they were dropped into a disorganized heap. She’d deal with homework later. Right now the only thing on her mind was the alluring call of the ebony sofa directly in front of her.

*Twinkle*

Trixie froze mid step. She’d be a poor excuse for a unicorn if she didn’t recognize the telltale sound of magic. “Wh-who’s there?” She asked weakly.

*Twinkle*

There it was again, only from a different direction. Trixie’s ears swiveled every way they could to pinpoint the source.

*Clip-clop*

The sound of a pony dashing between hiding spots.

*Twinkle*

“Oh no,” Trixie gasped in horror as she remembered what day it was. She knew what was coming. “Listen here, you!” Trixie hissed softly. “I know what you’re after, but I’ll only say once that I’ll be having none of it. You hear?”

The only answer was a soft snicker.

“I mean it!” Trixie turned around so that her back was facing the coveted sofa of restfulness. “N-no funny business. Understand me?” Her voice was growing panicked. She knew what was coming, and that she was powerless to stop it.

There was a flash of light directly behind the mare. Trixie turned around to try and face her assailant head on, but it was too late. It only took her assailant, grinning with mad glee, an instant to knock her down; not too hard, mind you, because she was pregnant, but she was still winded. Lying on her side, Trixie looked up to see the magical light above eclipse by the stallion who had pinned her down. His carnivorous teeth were bared in a triumphant smile as he stood with his front hooves to either side of Trixie’s head.

“P-please,” Trixie whimpered as she held up her hooves defensively against the predator. “I’m pregnant!”

“I know,” the stallion whispered in a tone of want.

“Mercy?” Trixie shrugged sheepishly, hoping against hope that she could appeal to the stallion’s better nature.

“Hmm.” The stallion turned his head up and tapped his chin thoughtfully. The light was finally able to illuminate his features. A hardened square jaw suggestive of a lineage of good breeding; an above average sized horn; emerald green eyes ponderously gazing off in the distance through a pair of round black-rimmed spectacles; and dark gray fur that almost seemed to sparkle under the light. Additionally, there were the ears that came out from the top corners of his head, like a dog’s, with slightly rounded tips. His eyes were a bit smaller than was common for a pony and, while she couldn’t see it now, knew that his spine was formed in such a way to allow him to easily keep balance while walking on his hind legs. And, if she looked down, Trixie could see the typewriter magically ingrained onto his firm flank.

Eventually the stallion shrugged and turned down to Trixie with his answer. She waited with bated breath.

“Nah.” And the attack commenced.

Trixie’s assailant began his assault on her ears, nibbling them tenderly and eliciting many gasps of approval. Grinning, he quickly pressed himself chest-to-chest with the mare as his lips planted a series of kisses along her cheek. Trixie tried to turn her head so that her lips could meet his, but the stallion was cruel and evaded her. Instead his kisses became a trail from her cheek, along her jawline, and down her neck. All the while the stallion was moving his body down hers as she felt the wonderful sensation of his soft warmth pressing against hers.

“Someone’s been working hard today,” the stallion said has he paused to take a sniff of Trixie’s sweaty chest.

“D-don’t smell me like that,” Trixie plead. “Th-the great and powerful Trixie will not stand for such indignities.”

“She doesn’t appear to be standing for anything.” The stallion said snarkly before continuing his kisses down her underside until he reached the edge of her bulging belly.

“What’s all this then?” A mare asked in dull apathy.

The unicorns looked up to see the latest intruder. Standing in the doorway to the living room was an earth pony. Unlike most ponies, this one was partial to clothing with her bluish gray frock that hid most of her body. She had gray fur, just like the stallions, but her mane was a well-trimmed and even violet color. Her eyeshadow was the same shade of violet and her half lidded turquoise eyes beheld the scene before her with their usual lack of discernable emotion.

“Maud!” Trixie reached out with her fore hooves for her wife. “Please. The helpless and pregnant Trixie is being attacked by a stallion with no respect for personal boundaries. Save her!”

“I respect them just fine,” the stallion said cheekily. “I just choose to ignore them.”

With a slow blink and a neutral expression, Maud strode into the living room until she was face to face with the stallion. “Gray,” she said warningly. “I thought we talked about this.”

With a humble smile, Gray stepped off of Trixie.

“Th-thank you,” panted Trixie as she moved to sit herself up, only for a different gray hoof to gently press down on her chest. “Maud?” Trixie asked in confusion as she looked upon the mare in betrayal.

Maud leaned in close. Despite Trixie nervously pulling away, the earth pony was soon nose to nose with the blue unicorn. Glancing over at Gray, Maud saw fit to remind him that, “You know lead mare gets first dibs, right?”

“But I haven’t seen her in more than a week,” Gray whined.

“Doesn’t matter,” Maud said in her usual monotone as she turned her gaze back to the mare currently in her grasp. “You can have your turn when I’m done.” And she closed the remaining distance until she was lip-to-lip with Trixie.

Trixie moaned into the kiss. It had only been a few hours ago that she’d tasted these lovely earthen lips, but the touch of her long lost husband had gotten her in the mood. When she felt Maud’s tongue prod her lips for entry, Trixie immediately obliged and sent her own out to greet her guest.

Being a stallion, Typist Gray was not the sort who was comfortable just sitting by and doing nothing while he watched a pair of hot mares making out, especially not after he saw glimpses of tongue. As the mares reached out and stroked each other’s manes, Gray decided that he’d waited long enough and returned to the prize he’d been pursuing earlier. He felt Trixie flinch in surprise as he gently pressed his hoof into her pregnant bulge, but she soon relaxed under his familiar touch. Trixie was very protective of her pregnant belly and the list of ponies allowed to touch it could be counted on her hooves. As such, Gray’s heart swelled with love as lowered himself to her side and resumed his trail of kisses along her swollen middle.

Maud, naturally, noticed what Gray was doing, but decided to let him be. He’d let her go first and that’s what mattered. Besides, Trixie’s dying struggles seemed to suggest that her beloved blue unicorn was enjoying this attention.

“Maud!” Called a voice from the same direction Maud had come from. “Maud! Where are you? Dinner’s almost ready and I still need your help with…” The mare paused in the same entry way as she beheld the scene before her.

As before, the pony pile looked up to see who had stumbled on them this time. She was a unicorn mare with a pale yellow coat. Her mane was amaranth with two tones of violet for highlights. Her cutie mark was that of a crescent moon with three stars around it. Behind a pair of rectangular black spectacles were dark purple eyes that watched the three other ponies in bemusement. At one point she had worn a dark violet sweater and pulled her disheveled mane up with a scrunchie, but had since decided to lose the sweater and let her mane out into their natural bangs.

Realizing that her mouth was free once more, Trixie looked up to the source of the distraction and, in her loudest hiss, whispered “Haaaaaaalp!”

“Oh no,” Moon Dancer declared in mock horror as she trotted into the room. “G & PT has been knocked to the ground and is powerless to get up. What ever shall I do?” She asked as she stopped at the edge of the pile.

“Save Trixie,” Trixie commanded.

“No. Fondle Trixie,” Gray suggested with a devious grin and waggling eyebrows.

“I’ve got a better idea,” Maud said unemotionally. Her purple tail slowly swept across the floor until they gently brushed up against Trixie’s privates, causing the blue unicorn to shiver. “Finish Trixie.”

“You have a heart of stone,” Trixie cursed.

“Thank you.”

Without even realizing it, Moon Dancer had reflexively licked her lips at the sight of Trixie’s moistening marehood beneath those swollen teats. It wasn’t winking just yet, but the efforts of Gray and Maud were definitely yielding results. Before she knew it, Moon was already lowering herself down to her herd wife’s glistening treasure, her tongue hanging out in anticipation of the sweet honey.

Realizing what was happening, that the last member of her herd was about to join in her torture, Trixie flinched. Yet she could not take her eyes away as the yellow unicorn closed the gap to her lower lips, mouth wide open in preparation to devour her like so many candied apples. And all the while her others lovers, still pinning her down, had their eyes on the same sight. Trixie knew, the moment Moon’s lips made contact, it would be the signal of a whole new level of torture as her lovers fondled and worshiped her body until she made a mess all over the carpet.

And I just had this carpet cleaned the other day, Trixie thought. Jerks!

Then the baby started crying.

Ears standing at attention, Gray immediately abandoned his post beside his pregnant wife and bolted up the stairs. It took the mares a second to register what had happened before understanding hit them and they all shared an amused chuckle. Though they were disappointed to cut their fun short, the mood had passed and Maud climbed off Trixie while Moon helped her wife up. As soon as Trixie felt secure on her four hooves, the crying had stopped and the mares let out a collective sigh of relief.

“How does he do that?” Trixie asked.

“He sings,” Maud answered plainly.

“Trixie sings too,” she whined. “Why doesn’t she ever calm down for her?”

Moon chuckled as she threw a hoof over Trixie’s withers. “Aww. Is somepony jealous?”

“N-no!” Trixie turned away in a huff. “I’m a teacher. I have a naturally curious mind.”

Moon pressed her cheek into Trixie’s neck and nuzzled affectionately. She’d heard the I and knew she’d caught Trixie unawares. “Sure you’re not, sweet and sexy Trixie.”

“I know the feeling,” Maud said neutrally, garnering the attention of the unicorn mares. “Sometimes it seems like he’s closer to little Granite than I am, but it’s okay.”

“Okay?” Trixie asked indignantly. “How can that possibly be okay?”

“Because I’m her dame,” Maud said matter-of-factly. “No matter what, I’ll always be her dame, and you’ll,” she pointed at the unicorns, “always be her mothers. The same goes for all our foals in the future.”

“Future foals,” Trixie said with a shudder. The thought filled her with, as Maud’s sister would say, nervouscitment. Being pregnant was amazing, once you got over all the cramps, bloating, bladder issues, and all the strange cravings. But feeling of having another life inside her, a testament to how much her stallion loved her, overrode all negativities; that is except for the part where the Princesses had made it very clear that Trixie and her other herd wives were expected to be breeding mares for the rest of their lives. That part still gave her misgivings.

A contented sigh escaped Moon’s lips as Trixie turned to see see a dreamy far off look on her fellow unicorn’s face. “I can’t wait till it’s my turn.” Her fantasies were plain to see.

“Humph. I’ll bet you can’t.” Trixie huffed. “That’s when the Princess said we’ll be entitled to the funds from the Tribal Restoration Act.”

“Don’t knock the crown’s charity,” Maud warned, causing Trixie to lower her head in submission. Trixie knew who called the shots in this house. “The law’s been around since the arrival of the Princesses in Equestria. Foals are expensive and if the law says Gray’s a rare breed who needs to sew his oats, then I see no reason to turn away the extra bits.”

“I still don’t see why we have to wait for all of us to get full benefits,” Moon added. “I mean other mares he sires for get the bits right away, so why does his herd have to wait?”

“Something about old nobility codes the aristocracy keeps fighting to protect,” said Trixie. “I never really got it either, but I won’t disagree. We will need the bits.”

The sound of a laughing baby immediately set the mares silent as they looked over towards the stairs. Three grey legs could be seen descending from the upper floor as the fourth held a bundle of sheets up to the stallion’s face. He was humming a tune his wives weren’t familiar with and smiling as a tiny light gray hoof reached out and touched his nose.

There was a sharp suction of air as the unicorn mares tore their eyes from the adorableness to look at Maud. Her chest had inflated and her normally neutral expression was replaced with eyes bulging and threatening to pop out of their sockets. The unicorn mares exchanged a knowing look and a soft giggle. They knew what it meant when Maud looked like that. Thank Celestia it was the weekend because Gray was about to be walking with a limp for the next few days. Not that the other mares could blame her, for they also found the sight of their stallion so masterfully managing their foal to be leg-grindingly masculine.

Better him than me, Trixie thought, only to immediately realize what she was thinking and cursed herself for it.