Pink Party Pony Pal Procreates Proficiently
The Many Loves of Pinkie Pie
Dear Princess Celestia,
Hi hi hi! This is Pinkie Pie! And guess what? I just got to give two of my bestest friends the most wonderful special gift! You know me, I love to make my friends happy. And they love to make me happy, too! Actually, as I'm writing this, Baritone and Colgate are both fast asleep on my bed, and we just got done making each other happy in all sorts of different super-fun ways! I had no idea Colgate loved it so much when someone bit her...oh, but I'm getting off the topic! Sorry, Princess, you know how I get!
As wonderful as it is to make all of my friends feel really, really good in bed, those two aren't the ponies I'm talking about in this letter. Nope, the ones who I gave the wonderful gift to are named Lyra and Bon Bon. Let me tell you what happened to me last week....
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On a bright and brilliant morning, Pinkie Pie trotted through the streets of Ponyville, humming a song of her own construction. It felt a bit odd to walk like every other pony instead of using her trademark bounce to get places, but she had no choice. Her belly had grown so big that bouncing had become quite impossible. That's what happens when you're pregnant with twins.
The pink Earth Pony was in the last days of her pregnancy, and it showed. Where once Pinkie boasted a rather trim figure (an astonishing feat considering her all-candy diet) she now sported a more chubby figure similar to that of Mrs. Cake. Except, of course, for her belly, which was absolutely huge. Pinkie's massive tummy barely avoided scraping the ground as she walked along.
At this time of morning, the town was buzzing with activity, as ponies made their way to their jobs, to market, or simply strolled along and enjoyed the day. Nearly all of them waved to Pinkie as she passed them. Little to no attention was paid to the fact that Pinkie was pregnant, of course. That was nothing new. Everyone had lost count of exactly how many foals she'd had at this point, including Pinkie. Most newcomers who asked about the pink pregnant pony were given the same quick explanation: she loves sex, and we all know what sex leads to. No, she doesn't know who the father is. Most of the stallions in town are likely suspects. No, this doesn't bother her. The next question was usually how she could afford to raise so many foals. The answer was that she didn't.
If someone had done a survey of all the children currently being raised by same-sex couples in Ponyville, it was a good bet that the majority of them had come from Pinkie's womb. It had gotten to the point where Pinkie actually had a waiting list. Many couples throughout town owed their happy families to the pink pony.
As was her custom, Pinkie called out happy greetings to all her friends as she walked down the street. She considered every last pony in town a dear friend, the vast majority of them with benefits.
“Good morning, Amethyst!” she called out to a lavender unicorn walking by, “by the way, you left your hairbrush at my place the other night! We sure found some fun new uses for it, huh?”
Amethyst Star waved back, with only slight embarrassment. What Pinkie lacked in tact, she made up for with friendliness.
“Morning, Ace!” she shouted to another passerby. “Thanks for coming to my Third Wednesday of the Month Gangbang! Hope you didn't mind sloppy sixteenths!”
“Not when they're from you!” the tennis pony shouted back.
“And good morning to you, Roseluck!” she called out to the pony with the red rose cutie mark. “When you get to your flower shop, say hi to Lilly and Daisy for me! You three sure did a great job tending to MY flower the other night!”
Roseluck laughed, and walked over to Pinkie for a closer chat. “So Pinkie, which lucky couple is getting this one?”
“You mean these TWO! And Lyra and Bon Bon are adopting them!”
Rose nodded. “And like always, you've got no idea who the father is, huh?” She let out a tiny gasp as she realized how that sounded out loud. “Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to be so blunt about it.”
“Yep...” said Pinkie. She looked down and dug her hoof in the dirt a little, but kept smiling. “No idea...I couldn't even begin to narrow it down...that's how I am, after all. Friends with everyone...”
“It's nice that you're such a free spirit,” said Rose. Her tone was still sincere. “I envy how you're able to keep such a positive perspective. You know me, I'm always so anxious. I wish I could be like you and just let go of my cares!”
“Yeah...” said Pinkie, still smiling. “No cares here...”
“Well, great!” said Roseluck. “I've got to get going, though. Give my regards to the new parents!” With that, the flower pony trotted off.
As soon as she could see that Rose wasn't looking, Pinkie dropped her smile and let out a melancholic sigh. She loved these morning strolls, but as much as her enthusiasm for seeing her countless friends and lovers was genuine, on this day she felt the need to force herself to smile a little. Deep in the back of her mind, a single, terrible thing was eating away at her.
It was a word.
But she couldn't say it. Not yet.
“Are you alright, Pinkie?” asked Twilight Sparkle as she walked up to her friend. “You look different. I mean, other than the belly.”
Pinkie considered telling Twilight what was really bothering her, but she decided against worrying her friend. Instead, she indulged in a lesser complaint.
“I'm alright, I just feel so WEEEEEIRD!” said Pinkie. “Today I've walked through town without once bouncing around, or climbing buildings and hopping from the rooftops, or breaking into a perfectly choreographed musical number! I just can't move around like I used to!”
“I thought it was quieter around here,” said Twilight. “Well, you are due to give birth any day now. It must be nice to relax a little.”
“Relax?” said Pinkie, as if the word were blasphemy. “RELAX? I'm going crackers over here! Twilight, I had to WALK today. Like, NORMAL WALKING. I don't know how all you ponies can stand it! It's like, you just put one leg in front of the other, and you just KEEP doing it, until you get to the place where you were going!”
“Um, yes, Pinkie. That's called walking.”
“No, that's called BORING. Twilight, I have soooooooooo much energy right now!” the pink pony began speaking rapidly. “And you know, usually I HAVE to bounce because otherwise I'd never get rid of all of my energy, but now I CAN'T bounce because there's a baby party in my tummy and that's great and all and it feels good when they kick, but I'm too heavy to bounce now and I need some way to get rid of all this energy and that's why I'm talking so fast right now but even that isn't working plus I'm soooooo horny I haven't had sex in like four hours I mean four whole hours can you believe it? I can't remember the last time I went-oh, wait!”
Somewhere in Pinkie's mind a little felt light bulb turned on.
“Hey Twilight! You busy right now?” asked Pinkie, cuddling up to her friend. “Cause I don't think you and I have had a party together in a long time...” she began softly kissing Twilight under her ears, just the way she liked it. Even though Pinkie had slept with nearly every grown pony in town, she never had trouble remembering exactly what kind of things they liked having done to them. It was important to her that every encounter ended with a smile, from random quickies behind the candy store with ponies she barely knew, to long, drawn-out lovemaking sessions with dear friends.
“Pinkie...I can't...I've got something to do back at my library...” said Twilight.
“Well I've got someONE to do back at your library!” said Pinkie with a giggle. “And it's you!” She gave Twilight a smooch on the lips for emphasis.
“Oh, Pinkie,” said Twilight with a warm smile. “Alright, but just a quick one, okay? My book club is meeting in an hour.” The two friends began walking the direction of Twilight's home.
“Oh, right, your club!” said Pinkie. “I remember them! There's Ponet Paintbrush, the artist! He loves eating mares out, you know! Like, for hours! One time he couldn't talk to me afterward cause his jaw locked up! And Davenport, I heard he's opening up some Quill and Sofa franchises soon! Also, his cum tastes super-duper salty, like, more than average! And Lemon Hearts, oh boy, is SHE ever fond of me lately! She can't keep her hooves off me! Not that I would want her to, hee hee!”
“She's really into you lately, huh? Gee, I wonder why that is,” said Twilight, rolling her eyes.
Pinkie blinked, completely missing Twilight's obvious sarcasm. “Me, too!” she said.
Lemon Hearts was a simple unicorn living a typical life. Her bright yellow coat, complemented by a soft blue mane, ensured that she stood out visually in a crowd. This was the only way in which Lemon stood out. In every other way, she was almost aggressively unremarkable. And this was the way she liked it.
She was kept busy by her practice as Ponyville's top couples counselor (her business, called “Lemons into Lemonade Relationship Rescue,” had mended many a romantic rift between prickly partners) and her few hours off from work each night were usually spent with a good book and a glass of wine. Occasionally she'd go visit her friend Moondancer in Canterlot, but this was the most excitement the yellow unicorn ever really had. This did not trouble her one bit. She'd heard about the crazy adventures her old classmate Twilight Sparkle and her friends had had. She'd also heard how each of them was prone to bouts of near-insanity, from Twilight starting a riot over a doll to Applejack's accidental food poisoning of half the town. Then there were the rumors about Rarity, but those were simply too terrible to accept. Surely no pony was capable of something like that.
But true or not, the evidence was undeniable. Clearly all those adventures had a detrimental affect on the psyche, Lemon concluded. Best to live a simple, quiet life, free of crazy excitement. This suited Lemon Hearts just fine. She was cautious, conservative, and bound by routine.
In other words, Lemon Hearts was a frightfully boring pony. Except for her one little quirk.
Lemon was driven absolutely wild by the sight of a pregnant mare.
She wasn't sure where this desire came from. Maybe it was the way their proportions changed during pregnancy, becoming more voluptuous and, in Lemon's eyes, so much more beautiful. Maybe she was sensitive to pheromones, and picked up on the storm of hormones which could be detected in a pregnant mare's scent. Maybe it was exoticism: Lemon did not want children of her own, so in her mind pregnancy was not something she would ever experience. To create a new life within yourself, with all the unpredictable possibilities that implied, was something that seemed downright kinky in Lemon's carefully organized, routine-bound world.
Or maybe Lemon Hearts just loved ponies with big, round bellies. Who could say? Lemon didn't know herself, and she didn't much care. All she knew was, nothing was more pleasurable to her than having sex with a pregnant pony, especially if they were close to delivering. And Pinkie Pie's twins had made her the biggest she'd ever seen.
That's why, when Lemon peeked through the library window and saw Pinkie Pie having sex with Twilight Sparkle, the normally reserved mare couldn't help but squeal with delight.
They were on the floor of the library's main foyer. Pinkie lay on her back (the most comfortable position for her these days) while Twilight, letting out soft moans and gentle squeals, rode the pregnant pony's face. The unicorn was grinding her crotch on Pinkie's mouth, as Pinkie's tongue worked its way deep inside Twilight's marehood. Pinkie's face was absolutely soaked in Twilight's juices, and the pink pony's boundless energy led her to lap up every drop she could with a feverish exuberance.
Lemon could feel her cunt growing warm as she witnessed the exquisite sight. She was normally right on time for her meetings, but on this day she had happened to show up half an hour early. Lemon took it as a diving blessing.
“Dear Celestia, thank you for this gift,” muttered the yellow mare, and without a moment's hesitation she galloped over to Twilight's front door.
As Lemon opened the door, Twilight and Pinkie immediately stopped what they were doing, and awkwardly got to their hooves.
“Hello, I'm here for the book club! Yes, the book club that we have every week here at this time! That is why I am here!” shouted Lemon as she walked through the door. She was not a very good liar. “Here I go to innocently begin my book clubbing and-oh my goodness! Twilight, I am quite surprised at this-”
“We saw you peeking through the window,” said Twilight. “Don't worry, you didn't interrupt anything big. Pinkie and I had a LOT of fun, we were just winding down. Guess we lost track of time.”
“Oh! Yes, well...” Lemon began to fix her hair with one hoof, a common habit of hers when she was flustered. “I'm sorry, it's just...Pinkie, you look so beautiful today!”
“Awww, thanks!” said Pinkie, “I feel really big, though...”
Lemon's nervousness melted away as she relished the opportunity to comfort the object of her obsession. She confidently walked over to Pinkie Pie, ignoring Twilight altogether.
“Yes, Pinkie, you ARE big...” said Lemon as she nuzzled the pink pony. “So very big...such a vast belly, so perfectly round...such a soft, curvy body...Pinkie, you're the most beautiful pony I've ever seen.”
Intoxicated by the sight of Pinkie, Lemon kissed the pregnant pony softly on the lips. Pinkie returned the kiss, and the two mares began making out.
Lemon moved her kisses from Pinkie's mouth, to planting kisses across her face, until she reached Pinkie's ear. “Lie on your back again,” Lemon whispered. “Please, I need to see you on your back...” There was yearning in her voice.
Pinkie smiled, and complied. She lay down on her back and spread her legs to give Lemon the best view she could. Lemon gave herself a moment to take in the exquisite sight before her. Lying like this gave her the best possible view of Pinkie's size, from her tremendous belly to her engorged nipples.
Lemon lay down in front of the pink pony, and began to kiss and lick Pinkie's huge belly, with a near-worshipful air. At the same time, Lemon began rubbing her own cunt, almost unconsciously, as the opportunity to play with a beautiful pregnant pony caused the normally demure unicorn to lose control. Lemon moaned as she teased her own throbbing clit, while she continued her adoration of Pinkie's belly.
Pinkie, meanwhile, was finally feeling better. She had just finished making love to Twilight, one of her favorite ponies in the world, and along had come another friend who thought she was profoundly beautiful. At this moment, the ugly little word which had been festering in the back of Pinkie's mind was completely, if temporarily, forgotten.
As she licked near Pinkie's belly button, she felt what must have been one of the unborn foal's kicks connecting perfectly with her tongue. For some reason she couldn't quite explain, this sensation drove her over the edge. Lemon crawled over to Pinkie and kissed her hard as her orgasm overtook her. The unicorn continued playing with her clit as her juices leaked out and all over the floor. She broke the kiss with Pinkie suddenly and let out a loud, primal moan.
“That sounded like a GOOD one!” said Pinkie with a grin. Lemon's pleasure-drunk expression seemed to confirm Pinkie's theory.
“We're not done...” said Lemon, her normal decorum completely gone now. “I want...I NEED to taste you...”
The unicorn took her tongue from Pinkie's mouth and slowly ran it down her entire body, savoring the feel of her pregnant belly as she went, and stopping only for a moment to give Pinkie a playful kiss on her distended belly button. At last her journey ended at Pinkie's swollen cunt. Lemon allowed herself a second to breathe in the scent emanating from the pregnant pony's hole. It may have been all in her head, but to Lemon there simply wasn't any scent on Earth like that of a pregnant pony's arousal. She almost felt high as she began to hungrily lick Pinkie's sopping cunt.
“Ohhh Lemon you're so good at this!” exclaimed Pinkie. “You always know just how to-aaaaah! Oh, keep doing that!”
Lemon was gently sucking on Pinkie's engorged clit, while working her hoof in and out of the knocked-up mare's hole.
Pinkie moaned and giggled as Lemon continued her adoration of her hole. Twilight, sensing their need for privacy, did not join in, but instead stood off to the side, gently rubbing her own hole as the two mares coupled in front of her.
After Pinkie was satisfied, Lemon lay her head on Pinkie's belly, listening to the foals' heartbeats while she gently stroked Pinkie's chest.
“I hope you don't mind that I hardly ever fool around with you except when you're pregnant,” said Lemon. “I feel bad about it sometimes. It's just that most of the time, I prefer stallions. But I just...can't resist the sight of you when you're like this...”
“Being with me when I'm like this makes you happy, right?” asked Pinkie.
“Very much so,” said Lemon, giving Pinkie's belly a little kiss.
“Then I don't mind at all,” said Pinkie, with absolute sincerity. “I'm happy I made you smile, Lemon Hearts.”
“Pinkie...? PINKIE! Situation!”
Pinkie awoke to the sound of Twilight's voice, to find she was still lying on the floor of the library. Lemon Hearts was nowhere to be found. “Oh no, is the rest of the book club here?” asked Pinkie.
“I had to send them home...Pinkie, your water broke!”
“Well, then I'll have to buy a new one!” she responded, grinning.
Twilight groaned.
“Heeheehee!” Pinkie said, getting to her hooves. “I guess it's showtime, huh? Hey, where did Lemon go?”
“She went to get Nurse Redheart. Is there anyone else I should get?”
“Well, there’s-AAH CONTRACTION-....okay, we're good. I was going to say Mrs. Cake, buuuuut...nah. She's busy at work, and I think I can remember all her lessons.”
“Oh, you mean that 'orgasmic birth' thing? Pinkie, don't you think that's kind of weird?”
“Oh, yeah, like being scared of being weird has ever stopped me before,” Pinkie said. “listen Twilight, I'm...not like other mares, okay? You know that. There's no daddy-to-be here to hold my hoof and encourage me when I do this. Because I'm...”
The word was fighting its way to forefront of her thoughts. Pinkie pushed it back.
“Never mind! Just...I deserve to feel good! Right? Don't I?” Pinkie sounded almost like she was asking permission.
“Of course you do, Pinkie...” said Twilight, now more than a bit confused.
“Okay,” said Pinkie. “Then I'm gonna try this. You've read about it in your books, right?”
Twilight nodded. She had never heard the term before Pinkie had mentioned it to her, but afterward she did the same thing she did whenever she was confronted with new information: she did research. Orgasmic birth worked on the principal that if a mare was in an aroused mood when she gave birth, the experience could be pleasurable instead of painful. Since many of the same muscles a pony used to give birth were used to have an orgasm, the theory went, the difference must be in the mare's mind. The world told her birth was painful, so her mind anticipated pain.
“It only hurts because we EXPECT it to hurt,” Mrs. Cake had told Twilight when she asked.
“No,” Twilight had countered, “it only hurts because there's A PONY COMING OUT OF YOUR VAGINA.”
Of course, Twilight pondered, Pinkie had given birth so many times, maybe her body was more accustomed to it than most? Maybe it would work for her...
“Alright, Pinkie, but if you start feeling discomfort at all, you let me know. I can still cast a spell for the pain if you need one.”
“It's okay. This is how Mrs. Cake delivered her kids. I know it can work for me. I just need to focus. Ummm...it's okay if I do this here, right? I don't think I can get to the hospital...”
“Of course, it is, Pinkie. I'm here for you, whatever you need.”
Pinkie smiled warmly at Twilight's words. “She's the one I can tell,” she thought. “I can trust her to be honest with me. It will hurt, but I'll tell her. But not yet..it can wait until after.”
Twilight silently wished Spike was still around. He could have helped with this whole thing. But she also knew there was no way he could stay in Ponyville right now. Not after what had happened with Twist...
No time to think about that now, she said to herself. Twilight put a big blanket she didn't need anymore over the floor, and Pinkie lay down on her side, the most comfortable position for what she was about to do.
Pinkie closed her eyes and tried to clear her thoughts. Mrs. Cake had said that the first step was to visualize.
“Think about what makes me happy. Parties. Candy. Friends. Smiles. Laughter. Okay, I'm at a party. In my room at Sugarcube Corner. And I'm with all my friends. Not just my closest friends, but everyone in town! Even though there shouldn't be room for all the ponies in town at my place, but today there's more than enough, cause I said so!
“Everyone is laughing and having cake and dancing and playing games, and off in the corner, two ponies are making love. And no one thinks it's weird that they're doing this out in the open, and no one calls says anything mean to them, because it's MY party and MY world and in Pinkie's world making ponies happy is always a good thing.”
Pinkie smiled softly, then winced as another contraction hit. This one hurt much less than the previous one. Twilight watched over her, concerned and attentive.
“And at this party,” Pinkie thought, “that word doesn't exist. No one uses it because it's ugly. And now I'm done thinking about that. Instead, I'm playing pin the tail on the pony, and I don't win but that's okay because everyone had fun, and then I look around and everyone is so beautiful! Every single pony is so beautiful and I love all of them so much!
“And I see the ponies having sex in the corner and I know what I want to do next. So I grab whoever is standing next to me and just give him a kiss. And he starts to kiss me back, and I reach down and feel his cock. It's getting harder and harder as I touch it, so I start to rub it and that makes him smile, and suddenly a mare starts licking my pussy and that makes ME smile, and the mare starts kissing me on my belly, and she doesn't mind that I'm pregnant because I'm still the same old Pinkie Pie...”
Pinkie had another contraction. But this one didn't hurt at all. In fact, it felt kind of nice.
“And the stallion I was rubbing suddenly comes, he just comes all over me and it feels so warm and sticky and good, and I give him a kiss and then another stallion walks up. And he's my friend too, and I turn around and rub my pussy on his dick, and he knows just what I want. He rubs his cock over my big belly as he mounts me, and then he just rears up and thrusts the whole thing inside me!
“And oh it feels so GOOD to have him inside me, just pounding away at me and fucking me so hard! He's filling me up and every thrust of his cock just kind of echoes through my whole body! And I'm eating out a mare while he fucks me, and she comes right in my face and her moans are so pretty, they're like a song. And the stallion is fucking me harder and harder, and every thrust is heaven, and I love being one with him, and then he cries out and comes right inside me! Oh, there's so much of it! He pulls out and his cum just leaks out of me, and then he...he...AHHH!”
Pinkie's latest contraction was unlike any she'd felt before. It didn't just feel nice. It felt pleasurable, like a tiny orgasm. Twilight, still watching, had never seen anything like it. Even while still in labor, the pink pony was rubbing her clit, and her dilated pussy was soaking wet. This wasn't normal...
“Pinkie, are you okay? You're-”
“I'm fine! I'm SO fine! Twilight thank you, but I'm really super okay right now!” said Pinkie, with some urgency. She didn't want to lose the beautiful image in her mind.
“Okay,” she thought to herself. “So the stallion pulls out of me, and then he whispers something in my ear. What is it again? He says...he says 'thank you.' Not for the sex, no. He says, 'thank you, Pinkie, for being such a wonderful friend.' And I look around, and now ALL the ponies at the party are having sex. There's Applejack riding Blues like a rodeo bull! And Octavia is kissing Scratch while Colton fucks her from behind! There's Carrot Top 69ing with Berry Punch! Oh, everyone's having such a wonderful time, and everyone's so happy and horny and...together!
“Mares are having loud orgasms, stallions are shooting their yummy boy-juice all over the place...and I feel so happy and turned on I just want to dive in and get fucked by every single pony there! So that's exactly what I do! I just walk into this orgy, and it keeps going and going, and I never get tired, and I have sex with every last pony, in so many different combinations. I get double-stuffed by the Delicious brothers. I give Colgate an oral exam. I dally with Derpy. I get so many orgasms, and I GIVE even more, and everyone's smiling and everyone's fucking, and it's the most perfectest party there ever was, and there's so many cocks and cunts to play with, so many friends to pleasure-”
“PINKIE, THE BABY'S COMING!”
Pinkie snapped back to reality, a flushed expression on her face. The entire time she had been fantasizing and touching herself, she had also been progressing through her labor. She'd done this so many times that she had been able to do everything on a kind of mental auto-pilot. But now the deeply aroused pony moved her hoof away from her pussy as she realized she was seconds away from giving birth.
She looked up and saw Nurse Redheart and Lemon Hearts standing next to Twilight. They all looked concerned, but the nurse seemed the calmest of the three.
“Hey, nursie...” said Pinkie, in a calm, low voice. “You're really pretty. You were at the party, too. You and me had a LOT of fun...”
“Pinkie, this isn't the time to discuss the events of two weeks ago,” said the Nurse, looking around with slight embarrassment.
“No, not that party, silly...the one in my dream...” Pinkie closed her eyes, wanting to go back there.
“FOCUS, Pinkie!” shouted the nurse. She knelt down so she would be in the right position to pick up the foal as it emerged. “The first twin is about to be born. I need you to push for me, alright?”
“Ahhhh!” moaned Pinkie, still in a state of intense arousal. “Okay, here we go!”
Pinkie pushed. It didn't hurt at all. Instead, it felt amazing. The pleasure had been real, and it wasn't over.
“Ohhhhhh!” Pinkie cried as she finished her first push. “It's so goooood!”
“What in the sun's name are you – oh, right. You live with Mrs. Cake. She probably told you the...technique she used when she gave birth to Pumpkin and Pound,” Nurse Redheart said. “Yes, I helped with that birth as well. That was certainly an...interesting delivery.”
“Can I push again?” said Pinkie, flush with desire. “I reeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaly want to push again!”
“Go ahead, Pinkie,” said the nurse. “And Lemon, for sun's sake, control yourself!”
Lemon Hearts blushed as she moved her hoof away from her dripping pussy. She didn't say a word, but tried her best to recompose herself.
“It's okay,” said Pinkie, after she was done with her push. “Actually, Lemon, could you just...kiss me? Like, on my body? It would really help if you did...”
Beaming, the yellow unicorn knelt down next to Pinkie and began to softly kiss her upper body. As much as she wanted to worship Pinkie's belly some more, Lemon knew this was probably a bad idea at this point. She restricted herself to kissing and licking Pinkie's neck and chest, and the pink pony rewarded her devotion with soft moans.
“Lemon,” whispered Pinkie, “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course,” she said.
“Once I'm not pregnant anymore...will you still want to make love to me?”
Lemon Hearts gave Pinkie a long, soft kiss on the lips.
“No.” she said. “I'm sorry, Pinkie...”
“Thanks for being honest,” said Pinkie. “That's what a real friend would do.”
Lemon smiled. “I wish I could say yes. But that's just how I am. I'm only attracted to stallions and pregnant mares. But I was also honest in what I said before...”
She nuzzled up against Pinkie and embraced her. “Right now, you really are the most beautiful pony I've ever seen.”
Pinkie turned to Lemon and kissed her deeply.
Ten minutes passed, with Pinkie alternating pleasurable pushes and makeouts with Lemon. Nurse Redheart maintained a professional detachment throughout the proceedings, while Twilight stood silent, maintaining a vigilant watch over her dear friend.
Pinkie's cunt was constantly dripping, as her arousal grew and grew even as her cunt dilated. Twilight was aghast. She knew birth was messy, but not like this.
Lemon Hearts, meanwhile, was in heaven. She alternated frantically from kissing Pinkie's upper body to peeking down below at the progress of her birth, then going back up and whispering to Pinkie about what she saw.
"Oh Pinkie, your cunt is HUGE now..." she said. "It's so swollen and dilated, there's fluid practically gushing from it...I want to see that foal come out of it, Pinkie. I want you to come for me when you push it out!"
Lemon then darted down and gave Pinkie's engorged clit a quick lick. Pinkie squealed in delight.
"LEMON! PLEASE!" the nurse shouted, and the unicorn retreated.
“Mmmmmm!” moaned Pinkie as she made another push. “Oh, that was a nice one!”
“The foal's legs are partially out!” said the nurse. “Pinkie, give me one more push! A big one!”
This was what the pink pony had wanted to hear. She began to breath rhythmically as she pushed with all her might.
“Ooooh....oh yes....” Pinkie pushed with all the force she could, as her entire being erupted in pleasure. “OH YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”
Pinkie's orgasm was somewhere beyond any other she had experienced. Her senses, her hormones, her entire body was already in a state of heightened sensitivity, and these factors had all conspired to bring her a new level of sensation. Fireworks and noisemakers shot off in Pinkie's head, as pleasure engulfed her entire being.
Pinkie Pie's joyous scream coincided with the birth of a healthy Pegasus colt. The nurse did her best not be be distracted by the squealing, moaning pink pony as she cradled the newborn.
“Oooooooohhhh woooooooow....” said Pinkie, after her orgasm finally subsided. “Twilight, you have GOT to try this.”
“Um, I think I'll pass,” demurred the purple unicorn.
Lemon was still lying with Pinkie, and coming down from her own orgasm, brought on by the sight of the newborn colt emerging from Pinkie's flooded hole. She rubbed her cunt lazily with one hoof even as she continued hugging Pinkie with the others.
“That was...wow. That almost sounded like some sort of religious experience, Pinkie.” she said.
“Oh boy, you ponies have NO idea,” said Pinkie. “It was like nothing I've ever felt...I feel all tingly right now!”
“Ooooh, I can't wait to hear you moan during the next one!” said Lemon, lightly kissing Pinkie's neck.
“The next what?” asked Pinkie.
“Pinkie,” said the nurse, returning from putting the new colt down in his crib. “We're still not done here. Now that the first one has been born, the other twin won't be far behind.”
“You mean I get to have ANOTHER one?” said Pinkie with glee. “Wow, today's been a GOOD day!”
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An hour later, the newborn twins slept happily in their cribs. Despite the fact that her home had been turned into something of a makeshift nursery, Twilight could not be happier.
“Well, that was certainly one of my more unusual deliveries,” said Nurse Redheart. “I thought Pinkie was going to shatter glass with that last squeal. She must have been on cloud nine.”
“Yeah,” said Twilight. “I don't think I've ever seen a pony come quite that hard. And certainly not while...well, you know.”
“I'd prefer not to dwell on it,” said the Nurse, professional as always. “What's important is that regardless of the, um, unorthodox method of delivery, the foals are both healthy.”
“Twin colts! That's pretty rare!” said Twilight. “And a Pegasus and an Earth Pony, to boot! Oh, I'm so proud of Pinkie!”
Pinkie Pie was sleeping peacefully in Twilight's bed. After her second mind-blowing birthgasm (a term she seemed rather fond of, but which the nurse vehemently disliked) the pink post-pregnant party pony had practically passed out. She laid on the floor in a blissful state, while the newborns had their first meal from her nipples and were then put in their cribs to rest. A peaceful calm settled over the house as Twilight had carried Pinkie up to her bed.
“Well, I'm just glad I got here in time,” said the nurse. “It's a good thing Pinkie gave birth in Ponyville this time. Remember the time she went into labor at her family's rock farm? By the time I got out there, she'd already delivered!”
“That's not as bad as the time Pinkie wandered into the Everfree Forest right before her contractions started,” said Twilight. “Good thing Zecora found her. Anyway, nurse, are you going to be taking the babies to the hospital nursery now?”
“They seem fine for the time being,” said Redheart. “And I have another appointment. When Lemon gets back with the new parents, ask them to wait for me. I should be back in about an hour. Pinkie already signed the surrogate form months ago so there's no legal issue with them taking guardianship of the colts, but I'll still need them to look over a couple of things with me.”
“Will do!” said Twilight. “See you later then, and thanks!”
The nurse nodded and walked out the door, muttering to herself about what an exasperating pony Pinkie could be. Twilight chuckled and went upstairs to check on her friend.
Pinkie was awake, but still in bed. She lay on her side with her back to Twilight, staring at the window. As she heard the door open, she responded with a half-hearted “Hi, Twilight.”
“How's the mommy feeling?” Twilight asked.
“I'm not a mommy,” said Pinkie, with a strange emptiness in her voice. “Those foals are Lyra and Bon Bon's. I was just...keeping them warm for them.”
Twilight was taken aback by Pinkie's tone. Why did she sound so miserable? “But...that's what you wanted, right? You always give the foals you birth to couples who can't have foals of their own. You always said it makes you happy...”
“It DOES make me happy...” said Pinkie, still not turning around. “But maybe...maybe that's not okay.”
“Pinkie, listen...maybe your way of doing things is a little unusual, but it doesn't hurt anyone! So why would you think it's wrong?”
Pinkie gritted her teeth. She couldn't hold it back anymore.
When Pinkie had woken up, she found that the word in her mind had broken free. It would not be ignored any longer. All day it had festered in the back of her head, demanding to be let loose, and now it had reached into her heart and would not let go until she gave it voice.
“Slut.”
Pinkie sat up, and Twilight gasped as she took a good look at her friend. Her hair was perfectly straight, and her eyes were red. She had been crying.
“Pinkie, what did you say?”
“Slut!” she repeated. “You all like to dress it up by calling me 'mommy' or saying I'm such a caring friend, but in the end, that's all I am, isn't it? You think I haven't heard the whispers? The things ponies say when they think I'm not listening?”
Twilight tried to stay calm. Emotional crashes like these weren't uncommon right after a mare had given birth, but this seemed different somehow. Twilight thought back. All throughout the day, Pinkie had displayed moments of insecurity and sadness, but seemed to immediately cover them up and become happy again. What if that had been an act? What if this was what had been bothering her the whole day?
“Who are you talking about?” Twilight asked. “What ponies?”
“The..the other day,” Pinkie began, trying to hold back tears, “I was walking along, I saw Sea Swirl walking with a pony I didn't know. I guess she was visiting town. I was going to say hi to them, but then I got distracted. I guess they didn't think I was close enough to hear them, but Sea Swirl's friend said 'oh, she shouldn't be out without her coltfriend when she's that far along in her pregnancy.' And Sea Swirl...Twilight, I'm friends with her, it's not fair what she said...but she said, 'that's because she doesn't know which colt knocked her up. Serves her right. That's what she gets for being the town slut.'”
Pinkie buried her face in her hooves and began to sob.
Twilight walked over to her friend and placed a hoof on her shoulder. “That was really mean of her,” she said. “Pinkie, you know that most of us don't think of you as-”
“BUT IT'S TRUE!” screamed Pinkie between sobs. “And, and, after that, I began noticing that she wasn't the only pony who talked about me that way. A lot of ponies do. I guess I must have blocked it out all these years. Because that's what I am to them. Just the dumb slut who can't control herself, who spreads her legs for anyone.”
Pinkie turned and looked at her friend, desperately.
“What's the point of me, Twilight? I throw parties, and I let lots of ponies fuck me, and then I squeeze out some unknown stallion's foal. That's all I'm good for,” Pinkie Pie was shaking as she spoke. “I'm nothing but a set of holes...”
“Pinkie, that's not true!” said Twilight. “I'm sure the ponies who say those things about you are just a minority. And anyway...okay, fine, so you have a lot of sex partners. But so what? You're funny. You're sweet. You put every last pony before yourself. I mean, you've dedicated your whole life just to making other ponies smile! And...Pinkie...”
Twilight embraced her friend.
“When I first came to Ponyville,” said the purple unicorn, “You threw me a surprise party. And at the time, I didn't appreciate it. But thinking back, what you did was amazing! You put together a party for someone you'd known for all of ten seconds! You did all that for a complete stranger. The others didn't really become my friends until we all went after Nightmare Moon, but you...you wanted to be my friend from the moment you saw me. I didn't show my appreciation then, so I'm doing it now. Thank you, Pinkie Pie. Thank you so much for making me feel welcome.”
Pinkie wept quietly into her friend's shoulder, holding Twilight as tightly as she could. It was a full minute before she finally responded. “Of...course, Twilight...of course I wanted to be your friend. I love you...just like I love Applejack, and Rainbow Dash, and Fluttershy and Rarity...”
“Rarity? Really? Even with all the things she's done?” asked Twilight.
"It's true...the things she's done are awful. But yes, even still...I can't stop loving someone just because they're sick," said Pinkie. "A friend is a friend, Twilight."
Twilight sighed. She didn't like just letting the matter drop, but she decided it wasn't worth dwelling on at the moment.
“But that's just it, Twilight!” said Pinkie. She left her friend's embrace but continued holding Twilight's hooves as she looked down at the bedsheets.
“I love the five of you, but I also love Sea Swirl! Even though she said that about me, I still do! And the other ponies who've called me a slut behind my back...I love them, too! I can't help it. Every pony is so special, so wonderful in their own way! I mean...I'm friends with everyone in town. And I think about all of them all the time. And I want to be close to each and every one of them, and nothing is more wonderful to me than making them smile. All of them, Twilight...” Pinkie turned her head up and looked into her friend's eyes.
“It's like I'm in love with each and every one of them.”
“Oh, Pinkie...” Twilight hugged her again.
“Is it so bad? Is it so bad to want to have sex with someone you love so much? Is it bad to make them happy with your body? To feel good together, to smile together, to make love together?”
“No, Pinkie, of course it's not bad...”
“Then WHY?” cried the pink mare. “Why do I have to hear the ponies I love so much calling me a slut? Like what we do together doesn't mean anything to them? Don't they understand how much they mean to ME? Twilight, why don't they understand?”
Pinkie broke down again, pushing Twilight away and collapsing into a fetal position on the bed, where she wept softly. Twilight gently stroked her mane, unable to think of anything to say that might comfort her.
“It's okay if they don't all love me back, it really is...” said Pinkie. “I just wish they realized how I feel...that's all...”
“Pinkie, I know our group of friends has gone through some changes lately,” said Twilight, “but I want you to know that I've never thought of you that way. Every time I've been intimate with you, it's been special for me. Because you're my dear friend, and I love you.”
“Thank you, Twilight...” said Pinkie, slowly sitting up in bed again. “But...what if you're the only one who really does? You don't know the things I've heard ponies say about me. I want to be more to this town than just...than just something to fuck...”
Twilight Sparkle couldn't think of anything to say to that. She couldn't read other ponies' minds, and she didn't want to speak for them. So she just held her friend close, and the two sat there in silence.
“THERE SHE IS!” said a boisterous voice as Twilight's front door was practically knocked off its hinges by an overexcited intruder. Twilight and Pinkie knew who it was immediately. Only one pony walked like that.
Lyra Heartstrings walked into the room standing upright on her two back legs. In each of her forelegs, she held one of the newborns. They were both sound asleep.
“There's the pony who made this all possible!” said Lyra, using her magic to conjure up a giant illusory hand (Twilight always found those things creepy) which pointed right at Pinkie.
“Lyra, Pinkie isn't feeling well right now,” said Twilight. “Maybe you should come back later.”
“No, it's okay,” said Pinkie. From the shakiness of her voice, Twilight could tell that Pinkie was forcing herself to look happy for Lyra's sake. “Come on in, new mommy. Where's Bon-Bon?”
“Her work is farther away than mine, so she'll be a little bit. And oh, man! Lemon Hearts told me all about that crazy birthgasm trick of yours! You're always so full of surprises, Pink! You nut!”
Twilight chuckled nervously. Lyra was terrible at reading the mood in a room.
“Nice new hairstyle, by the way!” said Lyra. “Straight hair looks good on you!”
Case in point, thought Twilight.
“Oh...yeah,” said Pinkie. “Um, I'm glad the twins are doing good. Thanks for taking them.”
“You're glad? YOU'RE glad?” Lyra said, over-exuberant as usual. “Pinkie, what in Equestria are you thanking ME for?”
“Um...for taking the twins in...” said Pinkie, shrinking away slightly.
“Pinkie,” said Lyra, walking over to the pink pony, “Thank YOU. Don't you realize what you've done? These are YOUR foals. Your babies. I know you say you're not ready to be a mom, but...you could be. You could be one right now, and instead, you gave them to US. You went through months of pregnancy to bring our foals into the world, and you didn't ask us for a single thing in return. No money, no paying doctor bills. You went through all this, just to make me and Bon Bon happy. And YOU'RE the one who's giving thanks?” Lyra shook her head in disbelief.
“Hello?” a faint voice called from the foyer. “Is anyone home?”
“That's Bon Bon's voice!” said Twilight. “We're up here in my room!” she called out.
Her statement was met with the sound of frantic galloping as Bon Bon sprinted up the stairs.
“They're not in their cribs!” said the cream-colored Earth Pony as she entered the room. “The twins aren't in their cribs! Oh no, something happened, didn't it? Lyra, what happened?”
Lyra, who had her back to her partner, chuckled quietly. “You're such a worrywart,” she said.
“Lyra, stop joking around! This is serious!”
“It's not just serious, Bon Bon,” said Lyra as she turned around. “It's life changing.” It was then that Bon Bon first caught sight of the two healthy, sleeping newborns.
“They, are those...are those our...” Bon Bon covered her mouth with her hoof as her emotions overwhelmed her.
“Shhhh, it's okay. Everything's just fine,” said Lyra, walking over to her love. “There's two very special ponies I want you to meet, Bon Bon.”
Bon Bon couldn't speak, but managed a nod.
“These are our sons,” said Lyra, as she carefully handed one of the foals to Bon Bon.
“Our sons...our sons....” repeated Bon Bon, as if she was trying the phrase on to make sure it fit.”Our...our...oh my goodness...we have sons....Lyra, we have sons!”
Bon Bon held her newborn son close as she began to weep. Lyra, fighting back tears of her own, embraced her with her free foreleg. Twilight and Pinkie smiled as the new family stood together for the first time.
The touch of her lover just made Bon Bon break down and cry even harder. But hers were not tears of sadness, or even tears of joy. Bon Bon was someplace beyond joy. Her gentle sobs were the sound of a lifelong dream being realized.
Bon Bon gave her son a kiss on the forehead before giving him back to Lyra. Then, with a spontaneity which was quite unlike her, she ran to the bed and embraced Pinkie Pie.
“Oh, Pinkie, dear, wonderful Pinkie, thank you so much!” said the new mother, still crying. “What you've done for us today is just...I don't have the words! As long as I live, I'll never be able to thank you enough.”
“W..what?” said Pinkie. “Bon Bon, that's silly...I didn't do anything special! Foals are born every day...”
“Nothing special? Pinkie, don't you realize what you've done?” said Bon Bon, still hugging her. “You've given us a family.”
“Yeah, Pink!” added Lyra, “Maybe foals are born every day, but these are OUR foals. And they wouldn't be ours if you weren't so generous. You could have put them in the adoption system just as easily. But instead, you give them to us. You're an amazing friend, Pink.”
“Yes!” said Bon Bon. “Oh, Pinkie, we're so lucky you live here in Ponyville! And not just us. The whole town is lucky to have a mare like you.”
“The...the whole town?” asked Pinkie. “You really think so?”
“Of course!” said Bon Bon. “Pinkie, don't sell yourself so short! Ponyville loves you!”
Slowly but surely, a smile crept across Pinkie Pie's face. It reached its full bloom just as she threw her arms around Bon Bon.
“And I love Ponyville,” she said.
Lyra raised an eyebrow. “Pink, were you using some kind of cheap gel or something? Your hair just poofed back to the way it was before.”
“Yep!” Pinkie Pie said, giggling. “It does that sometimes!”
She laughed, and Twilight joined in.
Earlier that day, somewhere in Pinkie Pie's mind, there had been a word. But at the moment, she couldn't remember what it was. And whatever it had been, it didn't matter. It had no power over her. Not anymore.
Lyra gently placed the newborns on a nearby cushion, then walked over to the bed. There she, Twilight, Pinkie and Bon Bon shared a group hug. Pinkie kissed Bon Bon on the cheek, and sighed contentedly. Her lovers, her friends, were all around her.
She was surrounded by smiles.
And that, dear Princess, is the story of how I learned to stop worrying and love the Bon Bon. Wait, no, that's something else. My point is, I learned something really important that day: I really am kind of in love with everyone in town. And that's okay! Because even though love can hurt sometimes, like when someone you love says mean things about you, being in love is so wonderful and special and rewarding, too! I had no idea how much I was making everyone happy, just by being myself. And you know, it's okay if not every single pony appreciates how I feel about them. Because SO many ponies do! And when I see my friends smile, because I tell them a joke, or throw them a party, or gave them an orgasm, I know that smile is their way of saying “I love you, too!”
Your Perfectly Pious and Particularly Polyamorous Post-Pregnancy Party Pony,
Pinkie Pie
PS: Sorry this letter was so long, by the way! And sorry about the way it kind of just shifted into a third person prose narrative for a while there! That happens sometimes.
PPS: You know Princess, you and I are friends, too. But I don't think we've ever quite EXPRESSED our friendship, if you know what I mean (I mean we should have sex.) I hope it's okay for me to ask you that. If not, I was joking.
PPPS: I'm not really joking.
EPILOGUE:
Pinkie Pie bounced happily out of the Everfree Forest, holding a small bag in her mouth. It had been three weeks since the twins were born, and things were wonderful. Bon Bon and Lyra's twins had been the talk of the town, and before Pinkie knew it, her waiting list had expanded to eight couples. The party pony went back to her normal routine, but with a renewed vigor and enthusiasm. The one big change was that she found herself spending more and more time at Twilight's house. But she couldn't tell Twilight what was in the bag she had just brought out of the forest. If she knew, Twilight would probably blow a gasket.
It hadn't been easy getting to Zecora's hut through the dark woods. But it had been surprisingly easy getting Zecora to believe Pinkie's story about her poor, dear, friend who had trouble getting pregnant. After all, if anyone in Ponyville needed help conceiving, it was NOT Pinkie Pie. Zecora had happily mixed up a batch of her fertility powder, a powerful compound which she claimed never failed. Pinkie returned home and opened up the bag.
As mixed the powder into a glass of water, she thought back on Zecora's words.
“This powder shall work like no other, to turn your friend into a mother.” she had said. “But please confirm that she's not fertile, or else she may face quite the hurdle. If a fertile pony takes this brew, the consequences may shock you. She'll find herself with at least four, small ones inside her...maybe more.”
Pinkie remembered the rhyme even as she downed the entire mixture in one gulp. Almost immediately, her stomach began to feel warm and funny. She giggled. Something was definitely happening down there. Just then, the doorbell rang. She bounced to the door with tremendous excitement.
“I don't care if I end up the size of a Minotaur!” she thought to herself. “Giving birth while horny was just TOO good! I need to have more of those birthgasms...as many as I can get! No matter what! But there's only one way to make that happen...”
She opened the door to find seven of her favorite stallions.
“Hey, Pinkie,” said Blues. “We got your party invites. Should we just head upstairs to your room?”
Pinkie grinned, as the strange warmth in her belly grew steadily hotter.
“You bet!” she said. “Come on in, boys!”
