That Night in The Bass-Ment

"Oh I'm so glad the mares who are going to be having foals this year are loving the new maternity fashions I created. I see you're even wearing one yourself. I must say, the blue truly goes with your eyes." Rarity said as she looked over to her heavily-pregnant guest, who was wearing a winter dress from Rarity's new line of 'Maternity Made Magnifique: by Rarity' dresses, coats and gowns, as well as an assorment of comfort clothes for when around town or home.

Since she'd gotten pregnant over eight months earlier, Rarity had gone into a creative frenzy upon learning that she, among many other mares, had gotten pregnant because of their estruses coming early thanks to the sun indeed being quite close to the planet this year. When asked to comment about why that was so, Princess Celestia, who rose the sun each morning and indeed controlled the celestial ball of fire, seemed to change the subject, instead talking about how much Equestria's population had dropped in the past ten years...

"Well, it's very comfortable...and beautiful. I must say, when Dark Moon and I found out I was expecting after...that night I learned that we seemingly got pregnant together...I was worried I couldn't find anything comfortable to wear that didn't look like a shower curtain," Her guest paused to giggle, "Also, I know it's been a few months since, but thank you again so much for the constant adjustments I needed for my wedding dress to make room for my swelling middle. It would seem that little Miss Lacey Havelock and Miss Satin Seam needed more room," she said, giving her large, twin-filled belly a happy rub as she said the names that she and her husband Dark Moon had chosen for their twins. "I hope my next pregnancy isn't with twins though. Four foals would be one too many for us I think. Three would be perfect, though"

"Well, I'm glad I only had one foal. That's more than I expected as it was." Rarity said, though there was no malice in her voice. She'd chosen to carry full-term after all, and was happy she had; indeed she was somewhat excited she'd be having a foal now. She thought of all of the new dresses and gowns she could make for her daughter-to-be and dress her in, hoping she could one day become a fashionista just like her mother. Though if anything, she was glad she would have a constant companion to be with her; somepony to love and love her back, somepony to teach and nurture like she had her sister Sweetie Belle when she was much younger.

"Oh I know how you used to be about getting pregnant unexpectedly. I'm just glad you finally came to terms with it and are happily carrying now! I'm also happy you could also have been my bridesmaid at my marriage ceremony...when I became one with the stallion I've been quite interested in since I met him at the Fashion Festival in Manehatten last year," her guest continued, a dreamy expression on her face, "As you know, Dark Moon and I worked together on a fashion project at first, became fast friends, then he asked me on a date. I learned that witch Suri Polomare intimidated him so badly after our first date when she learned we were a couple that he called it off between us...but when we met at that club again, it was like that lost spark rekindled into a fire...or my estrus, in my case." Noticing the look on Rarity's face, she stopped there, a blush burning on her face.

"Oh it was nothing Coco, I'm only too happy to help a friend...and to be offered such a once-in-a-lifetime privilege, how could I refuse?" Rarity said with a smile, looking at her very gravid friend. She knew about how Coco Pommel and Dark Moon had met, with the mare retelling the tale at any given opportunity. She was also quite aware that her friend's rather large belly carried the fruit of their love, twin fillies, one an earth pony like her mother and the other a unicorn like her father.

"I know, I know, Element of Generosity and all of that," Coco teased, getting a roll of the eyes from the white-coated unicorn sharing tea with her in the living quarters of Carousel Boutique. "How are you and your own little one doing? Have you come up with a name for her yet? Has she been causing trouble?"

Rarity scrunched her muzzle at the sudden influx of questions, looking back at the rather large foal-bump she had, looking a month farther along than any other mare her stage did since she seemed to carry big. She also had been lucky though, as her body had grown into a gorgeous maternal figure instead of making her look fat as she'd feared when she'd first started showing; her natural curves were only accentuated by the bulge of her belly, the 'foal fat' her body retained positioning itself mostly into her flank and the rest giving her the look of puffy plushness instead of being overweight; making her look almost like a curvy, pregnant Unicorn-shaped marshmallow. A marshmallow currently wearing a rather warm blue silk robe given the chilly winter weather, a thick blanket draped over her rounded womb to keep her unborn foal nice and toasty too.

"The doctor said she's a perfectly healthy little unicorn filly, and I'm also healthy as can be as well. Those prenatal vitamins seem to be working well, as well as my diet. No more heartburn I was having for that time, and I'm at the correct weight as well even if I look a little, well, fat. No, I haven't thought of a name for her yet, and yes she does get herself into some trouble. She's quite a rowdy little one, kicking and squirming all the time..." Rarity said affectionately, petting her belly as, as if on cue, her filly kicked; "I swear she's going to be another little Applejack or Rainbow Dash released upon the world. I can only hope I can handle her, and instill at least a little refinement into her."

"Heh, that sounds fun, given how 'uncouth' you always say those two friends of ours act. So anyways, Rarity, how has your search been going for DJ Stud Heart-Throb?" Coco asked as she shifted gears for the conversation, with that being their nickname for the nameless stallion who had given Rarity her foal those eight months ago. The one she'd still been unable to find.

"Well, I searched all over Canterlot for him the first week I found out I was with his foal. I then asked around The Bass-Ment and learned Miss Vinyl Scratch had gone on tour to Saddle Arabia for the following three months! I, of course, could not travel that distance and keep my shops closed that long, not in the depths of the new Summer fashions! I asked the club manager and give her a description of the stallion, but she said that since he wasn't employed by her, simply working for experience, she wasn't concerned about him up and leaving one day and she didn't have any information on him besides his stage name of 'DJ Rising Star'. Then, after Vinyl returned those months later, I finally was able to ask her about him, but she claimed he had been her vice-DJ and had simply left one day and not come to work, then the same thing that the club manager told me..."

Rarity paused to sip her luke-warm tea, grimacing and adding another lump of sugar. Coco shifted to get comfortable, adjusting the blanket covering her very large filly-bump.

"So, I continued looking in Manehatten, and have even asked around Fillydelphia and here in Ponyville, but really I've all but given up after eight months of near-constant searching with no leads. He seems to move around a lot and seemingly never uses his real name. It's either Mister 'Rising Star' is not known by anypony personally, is secretly a criminal though I doubt that one, has given up on his DJing career, or has stuck to underground clubs or private affairs. Sometimes I think...I'll never find him..." Rarity finished with a pout, tears coming to her eyes.

Coco placed her hoof on her friend's cannon comfortingly, offering a small smile. "Hey, like our friend Pinkie Pie says, 'never give up'." Coco said, offering a small smile and squeeze on her friend's hoof, "If the fates want you to be together, you will be. Just like how the fates wanted Dark Moon and I to 'meet' at that club...then in the alley...then in my hotel room three more times...'meeting' me so hard, so many times...such a stud..." Her face went into a dreamy expression as she seemingly remembered that night fondly, and what had followed.

"Yes, well that's encouraging, to put my faith in fate..." Rarity said sarcastically, getting flustered again as she too remembered what she'd walked into as she'd gone to say goodbye to Coco; how she may very well have been there when the foals now growing within her friend's belly were planted there, "...I haven't been so lucky."

"You can only keep looking right? One pony can't simply disappear off the face of Equestria after all, can he?" Coco asked.

Rarity sighed. "With this one, I'm not so sure..."

~

Coco had to leave the Boutique to go take care of some things, something about going to pick out some things for her foals for when they were born, parting ways with a hug and leaving Rarity to her work, and wishes of good luck finding DJ Stud Heart-Throb.

Work as always was soothing to her, the only sounds in the boutique being the quiet hum of the sewing machine as it sewed the seam of a delivery blanket, and her own voice as she softly hummed to herself a nursery rhyme her mother had sung to her when she herself was a foal, it seeming only appropriate.

Hours had passed and she hadn't received a customer yet, unsurprising given it was the dead of winter and a light snow was falling outside. Rarity kept humming softly as she worked, in high spirits today as she sewed. All of the clothing and blanket orders she was crafting for several soon-to-come foals were custom-made or embroidered with their to-be names on them, and they made her think of her own little filly who would be born within the next two or three months, and whom Rarity was yet to choose a name for. The little filly who would forever change her life, all thanks to a one-night stand with a stallion she may never meet again despite her intense desire to find him again. The little filly she loved already.

The soft ding-a-ling of the bell at the front door some time later roused her from her concentration and pleasent reverie, stopping her humming dead, the soft metal tinging alerting her of a customer coming in. "Welcome to Carousel Boutique; where everything is chic, unique, and magnufique!" Rarity said, reciting her shop's slogan in a singsong as she walked to the front counter, her focus on the parchment in front of her face of a dress design she'd been working on, distracted, "How may I help you today?"

"Hello, I just need the third button on my suit fixed and the right sleeve mended," a stallion's voice came, Rarity's ears perking up at it. It sounded familiar, like somepony she held a fondness for but hadn't seen in a long while, though wasn't familiar enough that she knew the name or pony to put with it. As she looked up to the owner of the voice, with the parchment having mostly hidden all but the outermost curves of her gravid belly, she softly gasped as she met eyes that almost mirrored her own. A cerulean blue meeting hers of azure; a pair of eyes she could never forget.

As both ponies looked past each others' eyes, Rarity saw her patron was a twenty-somethings, moderate height and build unicorn stallion with a light opalish-gray coat and a dark-grey mane and tail styled in a mohawk. The same stallion she'd been looking for the past eight months. The same stallion who'd stolen her heart that night at the club. The same stallion she'd shared his first time having sex with.

The stallion whose foal that virgin ejaculation had created in her womb, and whose foal she still bore.

Both simply stared for a moment in a daze, with the stallion in turn looking over Rarity's plush, soft-looking and curvy body, and especially her swollen, clearly third-term-pregnant midsection, with her looking mostly the same she had that night they'd spent together save that obvious baby bump and being slightly more...poofy. "I-uh..." the stallion stammered, breaking the awkward silence, seeing a spark of excitement lighting in Rarity's eyes - before that spark suddenly exploded.

"OH-MY-GOSH-I-FINALLY-FOUND-YOU!" Rarity exclaimed, her magic ending and dropping the dress design parchment on the floor, with it now totally forgotten. The stallion flinched at the sudden exclamation, but he couldn't help but feel the same way; wondering if this was indeed the same mare he'd been seeking for many months, steadily losing faith in finding her. Could she truly now be here before him, he wondered.

"You...you found me?" he asked, puzzled. As Rarity looked over him more, she considered she may have the wrong stallion, so she put that to the test.

"About eight months ago, did you by any chance DJ for 'The Bass-Ment' club in Canterlot? Did you meet a mare who you then shared a...bed with? A cold mare who needed a warm stallion, and a bed with...silken straps...?" Rarity asked, seeing a spark of confirmation in his eyes as he nodded, "I'm that mare darling."

The stallion rubbed an eye with his knee before looking again. She, the mare who had haunted his dreams and been the object of his eight month search, was right here in front of him. "Y-you're really her, aren't you?" he asked, reaching out a hoof as though to touch her, but shying away at the last moment, as though shed disappear again if he made physical contect with her, like she had in his dreams. Rarity pushed her head over the counter and made contact with his hoof, him feeling the same soft fur he had that night, memories rushing back to him as he now smelled her so-distinct scent more clearly and linked that with his memories. Better yet, she didnt disappear. She was real, this was real. At long last. "I...I found you too..."

"Yes, I am that mystery mare who took your virginity," Rarity said with a fond chuckle, "Oh, and are you by chance in a hurry? I was kind of hoping we could perhaps...catch up?" Rarity asked quickly, having been passively repairing the stallion's suit while they'd talked, the simple job of refitting a button not taking much concentration at all after doing it thousands of times before. The stallion shook his head as his finished suit now lay on the counter, with Rarity noticing that it was the same one he'd worn that night she'd spent with him. The same one that had ended up on her hotel room floor.

"No, I'm in no hurry. Wow, you work really fast."

"It's my passion, dear. My job and my special talent." Rarity said with more than a hint of pride, "Also darling you look absolutely chilled to the bone! May I offer some you some tea?"

The stallion nodded.

"Please do follow me, have a seat." Rarity said as she guided the stallion to the small kitchen she had, waving a hoof towards her dinette table and levitating the half-full tea kettle along with the other essentials for proper tea, setting down the cream and sugar as she poured him and herself a steaming glass.

Rarity then realized something: she didn't even know this stallion's name, the name of her foal's sire and the object of her affections. "So, um, I don't think I ever caught your real name that night," Rarity said, pouring some cream into her tea and dropping two lumps of sugar in as well, stirring it well before lifting it to her lips and taking a dainty sip. "Would have certainly made finding you easier, Mr. 'Rising Star'."

"Yeah, thats my stage name as you probably well know. I don't think I know yours either," the stallion admitted, rubbing the back of his head with a hoof, "That night was so surreal, you know? It's like it didn't even happen and was all just a dream, but...but now you're right here, and I know I'm not drunk now."

"No dear, I'm here, and that night was quite real," Rarity said, taking a seated bow, "Je m'appelle Rarity, fashionista and owner of this boutique and its Canterlot Carousel branch." Rarity said, finally telling this stallion whom she'd spent a heated night with, and had a foal by, her name.

"I'm, uh, I'm Neon Lights," the stallion said, placing a name to the sexy stud of a stallion that Rarity had been chasing after and seeking for these long months; the stallion who had haunted her dreams for so long and was now in front of her, within reach.

"Neon Lights..." Rarity said aloud, looking over the stallion who held that name, "...well I would say 'nice to meet you', but I'd say we're...quite well acquainted, non?" She chucked, before lidding her eyes, "After all, we did share more than just a room and bed..."

As that name Rarity finally clicked in Neon's head, his eyes widened. "W-wait, you're THE Rarity? The Bearer of the Element of Generosity? The national HERO?!" Rarity simply nodded with a grin. "Holy hay, I lost my virginity to THE Rarity...how did I not recognize you sooner?!" Rarity nodded again with a small chuckle and lidded eyes. Neon looked faint at that fact. "Not to sound lewd, but It's just too bad it was just the one night. I could swear I loved you that night, even not knowing your name or who you were. But now it looks like you've gotten another stallion, given you're with his foal now," Neon said, finally bringing up the elephant in the room despite sneaking peeks all the while at her foal-swollen belly, looking a bit sad, "I can understand now why you left small-fry me alone in your room the next morning, but it's not surprising that a wonderful, beautiful, important mare like you would be in a relationship with somepony just as important by now, and even starting a family with him."

"Yes, t'was a rather lovely night was it not?" Rarity asked, glowing a bit from the compliments and implications he may very well have had feelings for her as well, and wondering if he still did, before settling on a way to break the delicate news to him; "Then too, I'm not in a relationship with anypony. Though about the foal, funny thing how the 'impregnation' act I was putting on when you were breeding me actually came true, huh?"

Neon stared blankly for a moment before the implications finally clicked, his face going pale. "W-wait, are you saying..." he asked, pointing a hoof at Rarity's swollen belly.

Rarity nodded. "Yes, she's yours. I'm over eight months along and, from her development, I learned that this little unicorn filly was likely conceived within a day of the date we'd had sex, and I didn't have sex with anypony else during that estrus."

"But...how? A mare's scent isn't exactly subtle when she's in heat and fertile, especially not to a stallion's nose."

"According to my physician, I was apparently in what he called a 'silent heat' when we had sex and didn't know it, meaning I was near ovulating but didn't have the scent that accompanies an estrus usually. Turns out you really did 'breed this mare' and 'gave her your foal' when we had sex. She's your daughter Neon, no doubt about it." Rarity explained, smiling softly.

The stallion went a little more pale upon learning he was very likely the sire to a foal, needing to make sure. "S-so you're sure she's mine? No possible other stallions...involved?" he asked, Rarity giving a shake of her head 'no'. "But wait...what about the contraception spell you used?"

"Well, as it turns out, it has a very high rate of being miscasted when being used by anypony not fully concentrated...or drunk...or in estrus. It didn't work, as you can see."

"Oh. So...I am her father?" the stallion asked unsteadily, looking faint as he got a firm nod from Rarity. "W-wow..."

Rarity flashing a nervous smile at him, in the back of her mind hoping he wouldn't just bolt for the door upon learning it was his foal she was carrying. When he didn't, she brought up a thought; "I wasn't kidding that night, when I said you weren't the worst sire I could choose," she said, and Neon could swear she was flirting with him, seeing her tail swaying back and forth on occasion just as it had in the bar...and bedroom, "you are quite the handsome little stud after all, and undoubtedly our little filly shall be quite a beauty," She glanced to the table, seeing the teapot and their cups empty, "Oh but look at that, we're all out of tea. I shall make us more." Rarity said, then turned with the kettle in her magic's aura, levitated it over to the sink, and filled it with water before then placing it on the stove to boil.

Neon turned and looked back to watch Rarity, seeing that her rump was facing him as she got the tea leaves from a shelf and taking that opportunity to look over the curvy mare. She was almost more beautiful to him now than she had been the first time when they'd had sex, holding a certain glow about her now that she was carrying a new life within her.

Rarity's tail was swishing quickly and with each swish the stallion's eyes were drawn to the motion and he got a look under her tail, seeing her teats were swollen now, as a pregnant mare's get, with that fact quite arousing his attention and keeping him focused then on her rear. He also noticed that her marehood was actually starting to grow moist even now with the next rapid swish...though he chalked that up to her being pregnant and her hormones running rampant, or her tail rubbing against her more-sensitive marehood. He'd read somewhere that some mares actually were often sexually aroused during pregnancy for just those reasons.

As Rarity's tail suddenly flagged up and Neon saw a wink of her clit at him, his breath caught in his throat, getting a full view of her wet, swollen lips. Surely it was unintentional, a muscle twitch or something, he rationalized. That didn't stop the stirring in his sheath, however, in reaction to that instinctive offer of a mare to a stallion for him to breed her, Neon struggling to keep his penis in its sheath.

Neon hadn't had actual sex since he had apparently bred Rarity that night either after all, only having his hooves or magic whenever the urge struck him. That, of course, was nowhere near as satisfying as a flesh-and-blood mare's pussy surrounding him that time, of finishing deep inside of her warm foal-tunnel; the very mare whose foal that act had conceived standing only a scant few hoofsteps from him. These thoughts didn't help his growing 'problem' under the table at all.

As the kettle started to whistle, Rarity took it off the stove and tossed the tea-bags in, letting them steep as she walked back over to the table, her gait being slightly waddling. Neon found her pregnant walk kind of cute, with the fact she was carrying his foal still something he was having trouble comprehending. He was going to be a father to a daughter soon. Him! This mare was carrying his filly! He smiled at the thought, even while he wondered why she'd kept it; why she'd kept the foal of a stallion she didn't even know, and whose conception was unintentional.

Rarity came back to the table, rubbing her swollen belly and stifle against his shoulder as she passed, flicking Neon with the tip of her tail before sitting down, making the stallion's now-hard penis throb under the table. She poured a fresh glass of tea for both, taking her own and blowing on it. "So..." she started, looking over the attractive stallion across from her with lidded eyes, seeing him smiling brightly for some reason, "...now what? We're two star-crossed lovers who have found each other again, the fates bringing us together after giving us a foal..."

"I...uh..." Neon stammered, looking at the beautiful, pregnant mare in front of him, his mind focused only on one thing as his fully erect penis was being, almost painfully, bent under the table now. Something about how Rarity looked now, that certain plumpness of her flank and plush yet lean look of her body, or perhaps the fact that it was his foal she was carrying, made Neon even more turned on by her than ever before. "Well, um...n-not to imply anything, but...you're a very beautiful mare and...and..." he stammered out, though from the look on Rarity's face, he could tell she knew exactly what he was talking about.

"Oh? Me? I'm just a...a fat broodmare..." Rarity huffed, losing her smile as she looked down at and poked her large pregnant belly, "...a fat, ugly mule..." Rarity had been having more and more trouble with the fact she was gaining weight while pregnant, how she'd grown heavier despite it being only natural. She now felt she lacked some of that 'fabulousness' she'd taken for granted before, viewing her current form as a fat, ugly broodmare with odd cravings all the time despite actually being very fit for being in the start of her third trimester. She couldn't imagine how anypony could find her attractive at all, sexually or otherwise.

Neon's jaw literally dropped. "U-ugly?" Neon stammered, rising to his hooves as though to climb on a soapbox, "No Rarity, you're not ugly at all! Not only are you as beautiful as ever, you...you have this, I don't know...this glow about you now that you're carrying a foal. M-my foal. This lovely, luminescent look about you that says 'I'm carrying another life within me, and I'm proud of it'. Rarity, you're more attractive and sexy than ever to me."

Rarity was somewhat taken aback by this. This handsome stallion was calling her – fat, pregnant her – beautiful. Not only that, he was saying she was more beautiful now that she was heavily pregnant! "Darling, I believe you're mistaken...I'm ugly and fat..." Rarity said, her eyes welling with tears, "Worse yet, I'm pregnant for ponies' sake! Pregnant mares are not sexy."

Neon huffed again, coming up with an idea; he only hoped this went over well and worked the way he hoped. Otherwise, he'd be lucky to only get a hoof across the face and yelled out of the boutique. "Rarity, if you're ugly and not sexy..." he said, before standing out from behind the table, showing his full erection to her, "...then how could you possibly make me like this? I don't know if it's just because it's my foal you're carrying, but you make a very sexy mother."

Rarity blushed but her eyes were instantly drawn to that heavily-hanging pink cock; the very same cock that had given her her foal. "I...I...d-darling, I..." Rarity stammered, not sure how to react to him showing her this, showing her that she was still very sexy to at least one stallion; the only stallion who really mattered to her. As she saw his hard-on for her, because of her being pregnant, the tears she held back before started to flow as she stood and walked over to him, wrapping a hoof around his neck in an embrace, holding him tightly as she cried into his shoulder. "T-thank you, thank you s-so much..." she whispered happily, with Neon lifting a hoof and hugging Rarity back, letting her cry against him, knowing they weren't tears of sadness and smiling because of that.

After Rarity recovered herself a couple of minutes later, she broke the hug and wiped her eyes with a hoof, smiling brightly now and feeling as beautiful as ever. As she looked down to see he was still hard, her expression changed from happy to sultry. She'd gotten an idea on how to thank this stallion properly for giving her some of her confidence back, as well as relieve herself of certain...long-unfulfilled urges.

"Say, how about I help you get rid of that not-so-little boner you've got there?" Rarity purred in a lascivious tone, her eyes lidded and a small, sexy smile on her muzzle, "After all, it is I made you get it..."

"I'd like that very much, under one condition," Neon said, seeing Rarity cock her head slightly in question, "that I get to please you first."

Rarity smiled widely as she remembered the previous time they'd had sex, how much pleasure he'd brought her as he'd knocked her up. She was only too eager to experience that pleasure again. Her hormones were raging as between her legs grew even more wet in anticipation of what was soon to commence, so many months with only a lifeless, uncaring dildo to help her through her pregnancy-hormones-induced sexual urges culminating to make her very horny at the prospect of inviting the stallion she may very well love to her bedchamber; to receive his seed within herself again, even if it wouldn't take root this time. After all, it already had, and was fruiting quite well. She gave Neon a brief kiss on the lips before walking towards the front door and locking it, changing the sign to 'Closed'. "As you wish. Follow me upstairs to my bedroom, if you will."

Neon only too eagerly followed as Rarity headed to the back room towards the second-floor stairs, his hard stallionhood slapping his thighs as he moved at a trot to catch up. After all, he'd not had real sex since his first time with this mare over eight months ago. This mare he would be proud to call his own.