Author's Note
It is my hope that you enjoy reading this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for reading!
Chapter 1
I am awake in an instant. At first I was caught wondering what had woken me up so suddenly until I feel another jolt come from my stomach. I groan in annoyance. I had not had a peaceful nights rest in months and it was always because I'd wake up in the middle of the night with this foal kicking at the walls of my uterus.
I gingerly get up from the bed so as to not put too much pressure on my special package, and so I don't wake the lunar pegasus sleeping beside me. Once I finally find myself on my four hooves, I have to practically drag myself out to the kitchen. Between the weight I have been putting on as reserve calories for my foal and the foal itself, I feel like I have to drag a bag of bricks everywhere I go.
When I went for a walk in the woods several months ago, I had no idea what I was getting myself into. If I could have changed one thing, I would have told him I was in heat before we even started. But at the same time, I am kind of glad I didn't. As weird as it may sound, I'm glad he got me pregnant because if he hadn't, we probably would not have become as close as we are now.
StarDance was the pony that I needed to come into my life, I was becoming more and more homesick as time went on and I didn't have time to make friends if I was to earn enough bits to keep a store and a house. Sure i chatted with a few ponies while serving them or their foals, but I never got the chance to know any of them. StarDance was perfect. He has always been caring, helpful, and he has been the most accommodating pony I have ever known.
Even though he is a nocturnal creature by nature, he has adapted to sleeping at night and coming to my shop with me in the mornings. Our parlor had become a hangout for foals after school. They would come, eat our ice cream, talk about how terrible school is, and sometimes gawk at Star like he is an exotic animal in a zoo. Although he had expressed his discomfort to me in the matter, I cant help but laugh when they don't quite know what to make of him. But why should they, they never see lunar pegasi during the day.
One of the most important things that he puts up with is my constantly changing emotions brought on by the bundle of "joy" in my belly. Out union was quick and we didn't have many ties to each other even after our act in the woods, and yet he stuck around and he still helps me with whatever I need his assistance with which is progressively becoming more and more as I get further into my pregnancy.
In a way, I feel bad for having dragged him into this. He claims if was completely his decision to help in any way possible but I cant help but feel this is primarily my doing. If I had warned him at any point before or during our intimacy that I was on my heat cycle, he would have at least known the outcome should he finish inside of me, at least he would have had a choice. Instead, it wasn't until I was full of his seed that I told him that he had just knocked me up.
My eyes become moist. I always feel so stupid when I think about that. The stallion whom I love and who loves me back is here because I backed him into a corner. He could claim the contrary all he wanted but at the end of the day, I know it was because of my lack of foresight.
I slowly make my way to the sink to fill up a glass of water for myself. One of the worst parts of having a foal inside of me is that it actually inhibits my magic output and only allows me to cast minor incantations or levitate something for a very short period of time. If you think you are going to be just fine getting pregnant because you are a unicorn, think again. I have never had to use my hooves and mouth more in my entire life than I have in these past few months.
In addition I have to walk around an absurd amount of time throughout each day. When I trot through town, my belly bounces slightly and puts my foal right to sleep, however as soon as I sit or lay down it is kicking me constantly.
I bite down on the rim of the glass and lean my head back to take a drink. I set my glass down on the counter top next to the sink and begin to pace back and forth in the kitchen in an attempt to rock my foal back to sleep. I must have been louder than I had anticipated because when I turn around I'm greeted with the sight of a sleepy pegasus wiping his eyes with the front of his wings.
"Did I wake you?" I ask apologetically.
He walks over to me and plants a kiss on my cheek. "Just a little bit, but don't feel bad, I'm a very light sleeper."
"Sorry, our foal is keeping me up again." I reply, justifying my actions.
"Not surprised." He says groggily, pressing a hoof to my oversized stomach. "It seems to be calmed down now."
As if on queue, I feel the foal slam its hoof into my belly again. "You were saying?"
"Right..." He returns, chuckling softly.
I resume pacing around the kitchen in an attempt to quell the foal. He sits there silent for a bit, watching me walk in circles before finally saying something.
"Whats wrong Sherbet?" He asks with a hint of worry on his face.
"Dammit." I think to myself. "He must have noticed the moister in my eyes, curse his predatorily enhanced abilities!"
"Nothing Star." I say to him, hoping that he buys it. "Just that I haven't been sleeping well, thats all."
"Come on Sherbet, I love you, you can tell me anything." He says. "Just let me help."
Those three words get me every time. He is so sincere when he tells me he loves me that it makes it hard to resist doing whatever he wants me to do.
"Fine." I concede. "I was just reminding myself a little bit ago that it was my lack of foresight that made you stick with me."
I was expecting him to instantly deny the very thought as soon as it came out of my mouth. Instead, he comes up behind me, wraps his forelegs around my neck, and pulls me close so we were both sitting in as tight of an embrace as we could with my huge belly in the way.
"And yours was the best mistake of my life." My heart melts. I almost feel like I cant possibly deserve somepony like him. Yet he ended up sticking my my side. If one would ask for proof of his love, it would be evident from day to day just by how special he treats me.
We break our embrace and I go to wipe the tears from my eyes that I didn't even know I had shed.
"Thank you, I feel much better now." I whisper to him. "That helped more than you will ever know."
He smiles at me. "Anything for my favorite mare." He says before kissing me on the cheek. "But if you don't mind, I'd like to return to my slumber. Tomorrow is our last day of work this week and the worst day for something to go wrong."
"Indeed" I concur. "Ill join you shortly, whatever our foal thinks, I need sleep as well." With that he bids me goodnight and heads back down the hall to our room.
I finish the rest of my water with one swallow and set it in the sink before walking back to my bed and laying down where for once I am able to sleep for the rest of the night.
The next day I wake up feeling groggy but all in all, more rested than usual. I turn my head to the side and see that StarDance has already gotten up. It has always irritated me that I could never get up without waking him, yet he can leave and I would never know. I get out of my bed and shuffle down the hall and back into the kitchen where StarDance is waiting for me, a spatula in the grasp of his wing.
"Good morning, Sherbet." He says to me as he sticks his spatula into the pan on the stove and flips a pancake from inside. Im not really of the perceptive type, but its rare that I miss something like the smell of pancakes.
My mouth begins watering as I reply. "Good morning, honey." I stop in my tracks. Neither of us has ever called the other a nickname like that before, and I just did without even thinking about it. I look at him to see how he would react to it to find out that it hadn't even slowed him down a tad.
"You know, Honey does have a certain ring to it..." He glances at me with a grin on his face. I blush and return with a slightly embarrassed smile. "You know Dear, I think I'll keep that name."
I sit down at the table, still blushing hard. I'm just glad he didn't have a problem with the nickname, quite the contrary actually. He seems even more chipper than he was before hand as he places a plate in front of me topped with three of the thickest pancakes I have ever seen.
"You do realize I'm not completely helpless right? You have been insisting on doing everything for me and going the extra mile as well." I'm not complaining, but I ask out of legitimate curiosity and to poke some fun at his enthusiasm.
"Yes, I know you can handle yourself." He tells me. "But you're the one who decided that mentioning you were in heat was not important and you now have our foal inside of you because of it." I see him smirk from across the room.
"Could you have stooped any lower than you just did?" I ask him with fake coolness in my voice.
"Probably not." He chuckles as he walks over to me and smooches me on the forehead before he sits down on the other side of the table with his own pancakes.
Realizing that I had not touched my own pancakes, I began stuffing them into my mouth like my life depended on it. If there was one thing he could make, it was breakfast food. Be it pancakes, waffles, homemade oatmeal, whatever it was he could create it in the best way possible. Or so I think.
Once we finish our meals we clean up our dishes and head off toward the shower. We shower together because without magic, I cannot cleanse myself properly without the use of my impaired magic. Although his hooves are a little more rough than magic, it gives me good sensations like receiving a back rub. Occasionally he spends extra time rubbing my clit which always gets me to moan for him.
Unfortunately, I slept in a little bit later than I had anticipated, so we turn off the shower and I gingerly shake myself free of some of the water in my soaked fur. Star grabs the blow dryer and proceeds to dry me off first, following with himself.
After we are all dried off and I have spent the time to style my mane, we head off down the road toward our shop, Frozen Delights. When we get there we go through our usual routine of flipping the sign in the window to open and bringing out all of the cream, sugar and other supplies for making everything from shakes to ice creams. It doesn't take long for our first costumers to come in and start off our constant cycle of patrons. Our day is fairly generic until a little after lunch time when a mare comes in with a foal of her own.
"Now lemon, we cant come here every day, this is your last time this week. I know it tastes good, but its bad for you if you eat too much of it." The mare tells her little filly.
"Is that why she is so fat mommy?" The filly asks and points at me to the horror of her mother.
"Im so sorry." The mare apologizes to me. I do my best to resist a laugh.
"Its alright." I say letting a smile slip. "What can I get for you two today?"
The day continues from that point on without much amusement until the younger foals get out of school and head over to our parlor for a cold treat. Their antics never get old for me, but perhaps its different for Star since he is the one that they are always pestering.
"Where are your feathers?" Asks one of the colts.
"Why are your ears so fluffy?" Asks a filly.
"Why are you so weird?" Asks another.
He isn't caught off guard by the questions being that he receives them every school day. He Gives one of the foals their ordered ice cream and responds: "No matter how much I'd like to answer your questions, Sherbet needs my help here." He proceeds to give me a look that reads "please help me" as the foals continue to bombard him with questions.
"He's right my little ponies, I need his helping hoof right now. Maybe another time." I tell them, causing them all to groan and disperse into their different friend groups.
"Thanks for saving me." He whispers to me.
I laugh. "Your only off the hook until I have our foal."
"Better than nothing I suppose." He replies with a smirk of his own.
Evening approaches quickly and with that, closing time. We pack our perishables back into the freezer and close up for the night. The weekend has just started and it is time to relax.
"Do we have any plans over the weekend?" Star asks me.
"I don't have any, why do you ask?" I inquire.
"Well my friends have a meeting every Saturday and I have not been to one for a while. It would be nice to go again."
"In that case, enjoy yourself." I have never met his friends before, but I can understand why he would want to see them again since he has been spending all of his time with me.
"Would you like to meet them?" He asks, catching me off guard.
"Really, you want me to meet your friends?" I didn't even mean to say that, but my mouth decided to mimic my thoughts.
"That and for them to meet you." He replies. "I think they deserve an explanation as to why they haven't seen me in a while. But don't worry, they can be formal when they have to." He pauses. "I hope." I roll my eyes, but I cant deny it. I am excited.
"WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Stars mother screams at him.
Star continues to look at the ground but responds none the less. "Elsewhere."
She rounds on me, drawing even more attention to the three of us. "And who are you?" She seethes.
I start to tremble where I stand. "I-I'm Sherbet." I speak quietly.
She turns back to Star, gritting her teeth. "Care to explain to me what you have been doing for the last ten months and why we haven't seen you?"
"I am of age mother, and able to make my own decisions." Star looks up at her.
"You could have at least told us something, you didn't even leave a note! We feared the worst!" She tells him with anger so prominent it sounded like a vein was about to burst. There is a pause where all we can hear is her heavy breathing from her rage. All of the sudden it stops and her voice turns icy and condescending. "Is she...?" She stops and looks Star strait in the eye.
"Im sorry Mom, I should have told you I was going to leave. I just thought the process of me moving out so swiftly after becoming old enough to do so. Also to avoid a scene like we are having now." He does his best to return to the other subject. I think we can both agree that it is something that should be avoided for now.
"Star..." She presses again, her anger now mixed with deep concern.
"I should have left some kind of sign as to what happened to me, anything would have been better than nothing." He says, trying desperately to get her to stop asking about it.
"STAR!" She says firmly. "She's pregnant isn't she?"
Star's gaze returns to the ground. "Yes... She is."
She sighs, her newfound stress obvious. "Come along." She tells us after a moment. "Your father misses you as well."
The walk to Star's old house was probably brief, however I could not tell. None of us spoke a word the entire trip and the shear dread that is overwhelming me is nearly unbearable.
By the time we arrive, my back is starting to become unhappy with me and if we have to walk all the way back to Vanhoover tonight I'm probably going to need assistance. As we trot across the threshold, my first thought is about how much different it looked from the previous house we had been in. The floor is boarded and polished in such a way that I would have thought it was brand new. The walls are (not surprisingly) also made of wood, but instead of boarded it was a darker oak that blended nicely with the decor. Despite the wooded theme, it smells lightly of fresh cut grass.
I hear a voice from the other room shortly after our entry. "How are the tomatoes doing? I want to start making our pasta sauce with the real ones!" His voice is a bit rough, but also portrays intelligence. A brown lunar pegasus stallion comes around the corner, equipped with an apron and a dish towel under his wing. As soon as he sees his son, his face falls. He stands there for a moment before I see his eyes well up with tears and he rushes to embrace Star.
"I've missed you so much." He chokes through half-formed sobs.
"I've missed you too dad." Star returns. Its obvious to me that before his disappearance, Star was much closer to his father than his mother.
Star's mother seems to be getting more tense the longer they hold each other. "How can you not even show the slightest of anger?" She asks, her own irritation clear as day.
Star's father lets go of him and faces his wife. "How can I be mad that my boy came home?" He questions her.
"Maybe you could be upset that he left in the first place?" The fact the her husband is not angry like her makes her look even more so.
"Maybe you could act happy since he's back." He retorts, sounding slightly more bitter than he was.
The room becomes completely still and eerily silent. Star's parents never lose eye contact and his pupils focus keeps swapping from one to the other and back again. I start to feel the weight of my foal pressing down on my back and it is getting increasingly hard to stay standing so still. After what had to be at least a two minutes, I cant take it anymore.
I make no more of a move than shifting my hind legs to sit down when all eyes turn on me. It is like an angry blind monster that can only see by its prey making the slightest of sounds. I stop my motion completely and I can almost feel the frightened expression creeping onto my face. The stillness and silence resumes except now everypony's eyes are locked on me.
Fortunately it doesn't last long as I am forced to proceed with my translation from standing to sitting and thus causing them to snap out of their trances.
The first to react is Star's father who raises both of his eyebrows in surprise before speaking. "Oh, I apologize my dear, I didn't see you there. Forgive us for our rudeness." He follows up with a welcoming smile that seems semi sincere. Much more than can be said from his wife. I glance at her only to see her giving me a look of extreme distaste.
Star's father turns to him and continues. "Star, please introduce me to your marefriend!" He instructs him lightheartedly. "Ive been waiting too long for you to finally do soooo..." With the drawn out final syllable his face becomes twisted with different emotions, most of which I can not describe. Although he snaps back to his joyful state, its obvious what tripped him up. He had gotten his first glimpse of my bulging stomach and put two and two together.
"One moment please." He says as he meanders into the room he first exited from. "I must stir my noodles."
Star trots over to my side and sits down next to me. After he slings his arm over my shoulders in a comforting way he realizes the expression that his mother wears. "Really mom? are you seriously going to be like that the whole time?"
I hear her give a half hearted growl of disapproval as if to say "yes, yes I am" before she strolls out of the room and into what I can deduce is the kitchen.
"I'm so sorry about all this." He whispers to me. "I'll try and get us out of here as quick as possible."
"Don't worry about it." I return as soothingly as I can muster. "But I have a feeling "as possible" still wont be very quick." He sighs and plants a kiss on my forehead.
Just as he stands up, his father walks back in. "I insist that you two stay for dinner, I must know why you left." I see his smile return, still surprisingly sincere. "And you still have not properly introduced our guest, Star!"
"Dad, this is Sherbet, my marefriend." He turns his gaze to me and gestures to his father first. "This is LightRay." Then to his mother. "And this is Violet Prance."
"Good to meet you, Sherbet." LightRay says as he walks up and gives me a light hug.
"Nice to meet you too." I tell him unsurely as I return the embrace.
We all turn to face Violet who mumbles something that sounds like "A pleasure" Before returning to a sullen stance.
"Well, now that the formalities are out of the way, I do believe that it is time for supper." LightRay says, ignoring his wife's bad temper. "As it happens I was making your favorite dish tonight, Star, I do hope you and our guest enjoy it as much as you did when you were younger."
I look at Star and catch him smirk and wink at me. As we walked into the kitchen he whispers in my ear. "My dad makes the best pasta in the world, I promise you will love it."
We all take our seats, me and Star farthest from the door and his parents opposite us. Conversation seizes as LightRay scoops pasta and sauce into bowls and sets them in front of us. It smells delicious and I want to stuff my muzzle into it, but I wait patiently until everyone is sat down with me.
Once lightRay has set the pot back on the stove and sat down with his own bowl, everyone around me picks up a fork with a wing and begins eating. I pick up my fork with my magic but have to concentrate harder than I use to to keep it afloat. Once I get enough pasta on my fork I lift it into my mouth. It feels like a miracle on my tastebuds. If you would have asked me a minute ago what the best food was, I would have said pancakes. How wrong I was.
"As I have said before," LightRay begins. "You must tell us why you left. How have you been doing?"
The amazing pasta's taste is somewhat dampened by the reminder of why Star left his family. I hear Star clear his throat and glance in my direction for what I can only assume is reassurance which I acknowledge with a nod.
"Well as you know, that night I had decided to go for a glide over the forest." He starts his story. "On the way I began gliding through the paved trails of the forest and on my way around a particularly sharp corner, I almost ran into somepony else whom was out walking. I barely cleared the top of them and they had dropped to the ground as if to dodge me. I went back to apologize and instead became enraptured in a conversation with them. We walked together for a long time during which I learned that their name was Sherbet and that they owned their own business in town. I was so unconscious about where I was going that when I finally took the time to locate myself, we were standing in front of her house. We went inside and chatted for a while over a cup of tea. When we had finished, it was passed midnight and we were both getting tired and she invited me to stay the night. I've been staying with her ever since."
There are only two things I can think right now and those are "thats not what happened at all..." And "well done Star, well done."
"That still doesn't explain why you didn't even stop by to say hi..." Violet says in her seemingly unwavering bad-mood tone of voice.
"Well to be honest, everything has been a little hectic for the two of us for a multitude of reasons." He replies.
"If you do not mind me asking," LightRay speaks up in a slightly embarrassed voice. "When did you two begin the creation of your foal?"
Star looks at me again and I can tell its a question that he would rather not answer. LightRay has been an exceptional host up to this point and very polite about everything, I decided to spare him this one question.
"Two to three weeks." I say, testing the believability of our story with the size of my belly.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Violet's eye twitch, but I ignored it. LightRay nodded his head and returned his gaze to his pasta. The rest of the meal was silent. The only words spoken were the indecipherable scrapes of forks on bowls.
"Thank you so much for the meal Dad." Star says as he wipes his mouth with a napkin.
"My pleasure." He says rather enthusiastically. However it has lost some of its initial joy. It is a small difference but it was one that scares me slightly.
Star takes our bowls up to the sink and jerks his head at me as if to tell me to get up, and so I do. "Thank you for you hospitality, but I believe we will be off." Star says to his father.
"Your welcome." He says. "Please, come and visit again some time."
"Will do!" Star responds with as much enthusiasm as he can muster. We all say our goodbyes, no matter how reluctant the "good" part was, and left.
We have a few hours left of darkness before morning arrives as we begin our journey home.
"I'm sorry you had to sit through that." Star tells me.
"That wasn't your fault, besides, I could see you were just as uncomfortable there as everyone else." I console him.
"Still, I feel bad now. What can I do to make it up to you?" He asks me.
We walk quietly for a moment as I think. "Actually, there is something." I remark.
"What is it?" He asks. He seems surprised that I thought of something so quick.
"I think I could do with a bit of a rut, how about you?" I turn to him with a grin.
His eyes are wide and his mouth slightly hung. "We haven't had sex since the day we met." He seems slightly nervous.
"We haven't done it since then because that time had an unexpected outcome. We know right now that nothing bad can happen. Im not in heat because I'm already pregnant." I state
He leans down and pushes his lips against mine. We keep walking down this strait part of the path while sharing our tongues with each other. When our mouths split, he says: "You're right, I would like to do that again with you."
The remaining walk home is filled with small talk about various parts of life. It doesn't seem like it takes that long for us to get to my house and walk through the front door.
"Would you like to start?" He asks me as we get to the bedroom.
"Of course" I reply.
I turn to face him only for him to push his lips against mine decisively. We stand there lovingly making out as he closes the slight distance between us so that our chests are touching, his head pointed slightly down so as not to disrupt our kiss.
Knowing what is coming, my lower lips are moist and I feel their liquids drooling down my leg. I am getting so turned on by our display of affection I can barely contain my emotions. But that doesn't mean I can go any longer without having him inside of me.
I back up toward the bed causing him to walk with me until my rump hits the mattress. I pull my head back and keep him walking forward as I roll backward so that I sit on the mattress and he has to put his fore hooves on the bed to keep our lips locked. Perfect.
I continue to roll onto my back so that my hind legs are on either side of his torso and my tail is hanging down to expose my marehood to him. I wrap my forelegs around the back of his head as he looms over me and use him for balance.
Star breaks our kiss for a moment. "Are you ready?" He asks me.
I look down and see his nine inch member resting on my bloated belly. "Yes, just please start out gentle."
"Of course honey." He says then presses his lips to mine once again. I pull his head closer to mine and and spread my hind legs as far as they will go. I let out a tiny grunt as I feel him guide the tip of his member to my lower lips. Both of our breathing increases as I feel my slick pussy lips slide apart to allow him entry.
The sensation is just how I remembered it, Star pushing slowly inside of me fills me with all sorts of happy feelings. Inch by tantalizing inch I feel his cock filling me up. My pussy squeezes him tight inside of me and I wrap my hind legs around him as he hilts all nine inches of meaty goodness inside of me. We break our kiss and moan as we do so.
"Your so hot and wet!" He tells me through quick breaths. In responds, I squeeze his member even harder earning me a shudder. As if for revenge, he pulls himself slightly our and slams back in hard making me toss my head back and moan loudly. "You like that, don't you?" He asks.
I smile deviously and nod back at him, enjoying his length deep inside of me.
"Tell me what you want." He says to me.
"I want you to pull yourself out of me and slam back in as hard and fast as you can until you fill me with your delicious seed." I tell him. I watch his smile grow as I speak, I can tell he very much enjoys this.
"You've got it!" He says to me before pulling out and thrusting in as I told him to. He continues to make long, hard thrusts and proceeds to move faster and faster. All I can do is clench everything and hold on. I tighten my forelegs around his head and my hind legs squeeze his torso as he pounds me with hard thrusts. Both of us have our heads pointed upward and are moaning in ecstasy from the rutting.
My climax hits me like a train, sending wave after wave of pleasure crashing down on me. It was so powerful that I barely noticed Star burying himself inside of me and sending a blast of cum into my depths.
We lay down next to each other, both of our genitals covered in sex juices. I reach down with a fore hoof and feel the excess of my lovers semen running out of my pussy and down my butt. I let it run onto my hoof before bringing it up to the light to inspect it.
"What are you doing?" Star asks me, still out of breath.
"Just think, several months ago, you pumped this stuff inside me and created a foal." I tell him. "Amazing, isn't it?"
"Yea, it really is." He replies. "Good dream fuel." He lays on his side and shuts his eyes.
"Wait." I say.
He opens his eyes and looks at me. "Whats up?"
I scoot over to him and roll over. I move downward and rest my rump against his pelvis and guide his dick back into my pussy a few inches. "Goodnight Star."
I feel him grab my side and push himself a couple of inches deeper back inside of me before throwing his arm over me and saying "Goodnight Sherbet."
Author's Note
Im sorry this took so long guys. But here it is on halloween! I hope you guys enjoy the newest chapter! Thanks for reading! If you are still reading that is. Leave a comment if this is the case and let me know if you like the story so far!
Thanks everypony!
