Author's Note

This is intended as an idea dump of sorts for my own story concepts. Please do not solicit your own ideas.

Prompt: Time progression of Cup Cake pregnant with triplets, quadruplets, then quintuplets. It ends with her laying on the bed, shortly after having the quints, surrounded by her children. The kids are all asleep. Carrot Cake walks in, and she gives him bedroom eyes and says “Honey… I want more...”

Contains: Anthro, Pregnancy.

A Baker's Dozen... and then some.

Art by ForFun41.

It was a busy time in Sugarcube Corner. Most of the tables were taken, with ponies eating various home-cooked treats and goodies. In one such table, a pair of teenage colts were talking, waiting for their order.

“Here she comes,” one of the boys said. He pointed over to the server.

Mrs. Cake sauntered over, wearing a white apron. She was wearing a tight, black maternity dress, her enormous bump sticking out far in front of her. In her her right hand was a pink cake for the boys, in her left was a notepad.

“Here you go, dearies,” Cup Cake said. She slid the cake onto their table. “Anything else I can get you?”

The two boys needed a moment to answer. One of the colts in particular, as she’d bumped him with it, her soft, firm womb brushing against his face.

“Erm…” the other boy found his voice. “No, ma’am. We’re good. Thanks…”

“Ba!” said an infant’s voice.

The two boys noticed that behind Mrs. Cake, a pair of wiggling arms and legs could be seen. Her twin babies, Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake, were looking on at everything and anything, their innocent faces smiling wide.

Mrs. Cake smiled at the two teenage boys. “Let’s see, I got it correct, right? You wanted the special, with the Sweet Apple Acres apples?”

The second boy found his voice. “YEAH! U-Um, yeah. That’s what we wanted. Thank you, Mrs. Cake…”

Mrs. Cake smiled. “Sorry I bumped you, sweetie. Kinda hard to watch where I’m going these days…”

The boy tried to hide his moan. “When… when are you due?”

Mrs. Cake grinned. She’d noticed his boner when walking up to table, and couldn’t help but be flattered. “In two months. I don’t know if these triplets are going to be as mellow as the twins, but I can only hope. Five little kids all at once is going to be a handful.”

Meanwhile, the first boy was drawn to Mrs. Cake’s breasts. He’d watched over the months as they swelled past the size of her head, and there’d even been days where they’d started leaking through her top and apron…

“I’ve been seeing you two a lot here, lately,” Cup Cake said to the horny teenagers. “You boys must really like sweets. Better be careful, if you don’t stay active, it’ll all go to your bellies.”

The boys didn’t say anything. They were so mesmerised by her maternal form, they didn’t have much else to say.

“Of course, that’s not the case with me.” She put a hoof on the curve of her fertile swell, rubbing it fondly. “Gotta keep these babies fed, you know! Better for my belly to keep getting bigger, eh?”

A bit of drool fell out of their mouths.

She decided that that was enough. If she kept teasing them, one of them was likely to cream her pants. She’d probably take that as a compliment, though. She made a mental note to give them a discount again today.

“Take it easy, boys.” she patted each of their shoulders. If you need anything, you just flag me down, alright?”

“Yeah…” the first boy said. “Sure thing.”

Mrs. Cake walked away, sure to put some extra strut in her step. A good number of her customers couldn’t help but admire her, along with her big, heavy belly. Business was good these days, and thanks to the new partnership with Sweet Apple Acres, it was only getting better. If they kept bringing in customers like this, maybe Carrot would be open to maybe having more kids…

Cup Cake walked a path by herself in Ponyville Park. It was Sunday around mid-afternoon, and she was glad to be out of the shop for a change. She was pushing a stroller, carrying Pound, Pumpkin, and her three new children, just a little over a year old. The stroller was a custom one, built to pushing five kids at once, but it could be expanded to fit more.

And that expansion would be needed quite soon. When she and Carrot had decided on more kids, she’d thought it would only result in another baby, maybe two. Having twins was lucky, having triplets after that was like winning the lottery…

But getting pregnant with quadruplets right after?

She didn’t know how it’d happened. All she knew was that she was huge, and was only getting moreso by the day. Her thick, weighty womb was stretched taut with her growing foals, their tickling kicks constantly sending flutters through her gut. She and Carrot had soon made plans to expand Sugarcube Corner after learning how many they were going to have, and now, at ten months pregnant, almost all the preparations were done.

She was wearing a bright blue sundress that was skintight, but stretchy, like sweat pants. Granted, ‘stretchiness’ was essentially a necessity for her wardrobe, as she’d quickly outgrown everything she owned, and all her maternity stuff soon after. Two months ago, she was as big as she’d been at full term with the triplets, and now, her belly drew stares wherever she went.

Not that she minded. She rather enjoyed the attention, to be honest. She liked the feeling of her foals moving about inside her, safe inside her womb while they became ready for the world. She couldn’t wait to meet all of them, but her priority was to make sure they were all safe, and so safe inside her they’d remain, until they were all ready to come out.

She just wished that she didn’t have to custom order all her clothes now. At least that Rarity gal was being a dear about it...

Cup Cake set the stroller beside a bench while she took a rest. She had pretty good stamina, but walking did wear her out quicker these days. If not for the added weight of the babies, then certainly of her breasts, which had swollen even bigger with new milk. Maternity bras were another thing she had to custom order, but Rarity had her covered on that one, too. Said she relished the challenge, or something. Had even said she was considering a whole maternity line...

“Excuse me, are you Cup Cake?”

While Cup Cake was tending to the kids lost in thought, a strange mare approached her. Cup Cake had never seen her before, which likely meant she was from out of town.

“I am!” Cup Cake said. “Nice to meet you!”

The mare smiled. “I’d hoped to find you. I’d thought maybe I could find you at your store, but I plum lost track of the days. My name is Opport, and I run a small chain of confectionaries over in Whinnyapolis.”

Cup Cake’s eyes widened. “Opport? The Opport?! As in, Opportunity Candies?!”

In reply, the mare reached in his pocket, producing a business card. Cup Cake nearly fell over when she read the name.

“What… what can I do for you?”

“It’s not what I can do for you,” the mare said. “It’s what we can do for each other. See, I had the pleasure of tasting your treats on my way through to Manehatten, and I must say, I like what I tasted. I was wondering if you and your husband would be willing to talk over dinner. I think we might be able to help each other…”

Cup Cake signed off on the final bit of forms. It’d been a considerable amount of time to get things going, but they had. Opportunity Candies and Sugarcube Corner were now partnered, each one carrying the other’s recipes and sharing the profits. The amount in the initial deal was more than Sugarcube Corner made in half a year, and more money than Cup Cake had ever seen in her life.

“Fantastic.” Miss Opport’s lawyer looked everything over, making sure everything was signed. “Congratulations, Mister and Mrs. Cake! From this point on, you two are partnered with Opportunity Candies, and will contribute to the company’s further success.”

Opport smiled. She reached across the table, shaking Cup’s and Carrot’s hands. “I hope this works out to both our ends. You two, especially. You have a lot of mouths to feed!”

Cup and Carrot snickered. Cup glanced down at her tremendously pregnant belly, so big that it stuck out a few good feet in front of her. When she and Carrot had heard how much money this partnership this was going to net them, they’d celebrated with wine and crackers.... Which probably wasn’t a good idea, considering Cup had been in heat at the time…

But hey, they figured it wouldn’t be much of an issue. Even if Cup got pregnant, what were the odds that they’d wind up with multiples again? Well, apparently better than they thought, because now, Cup Cake was pregnant, not with twins, not with triplets, not even quadruplets, but quintuplets!

“You could say that,” Cup Cake said dryly. “I’m happy we’re able to bring in a steady stream of income for all of them.”

Opport smiled. “Cup, you and Carrot are now millionaires! You can have as many children as you want, and still be able to provide for them. You could have another fifty kids, and still be able to send them all off to college.”

Carrot and Cup laughed. Sure, they had nannies to help them with their nine kids, but it was still a lot of work.

“I think it’d be better if Carrot and I focus on the kids we have, hehe,” said Cup Cake.

Opport leaned back in her chair. She muttered a few things to her lawyer, then cleared his throat and adopted a serious tone. “I wanna wait a year to see how well your products sell in my stores, and vice versa, but if everything pans out, there’s something I might like to discuss with the two of you. I think we have the potential to expand beyond Whinnyapolis and Ponyville, possibly to all the major cities in Equestria.”

Cup Cake felt a chill. She glanced at Carrot, who’d handled the bulk of the negotiations.

“I… don’t think we’d be opposed to that,” he said slowly. “Bu, like you said, let’s take one thing at a time. If things sell well, we’ll talk bigger and better things. If not, it might be safer to be content with what we have.”

It’d been a tiring day in Sugarcube Corner. Carrot had just finished closing up the shop, and was now on his way home. His new home, which was a strangeness he was still getting used to. For so long, he and Cup had lived above the store, managing it themselves. Now, their family had outgrown the store, and they’d had to build a new place on the outskirts of town.

Which, coincidentally, it’d wound up being by Twilight Sparkle’s new palace, which had sprouted up not long after they’d purchased the land. Certainly had done wonders for the property value…

Carrot got home. He touched base with the head nanny on shift, checking to see if there were any concerns.

“Oh, Cup Cake is with the children right now,” the nanny said. “She’s in the nursery.”

Carrot raised an eyebrow. “All the children?”

The nanny smiled. “They behave like angels around her and you. It’s around the rest of us that they act like normal babies…”

Carrot laughed. It wasn’t the first time he’d heard that.

He made his way through his new, lavish home, a part of him still marvelling that such a nice place was his. Perhaps ‘lavish’ wasn’t a good word, though. They didn’t really own anything extravagant, it was just that the place was big. There were a lot of rooms, mostly bedrooms, along with several bathrooms to accommodate his fourteen children.

Well, fourteen right now. That was about to change quite soon....

Carrot entered the nursery to see a heartwarming sight. On a pile of pillows was his beloved wife, resting comfortably, every single one of their children asleep in a pile around her. Most of them were leaning against her in some way, shape or form, except for two of the quintuplets, who Cup Cake was currently nursing.

Cup Cake noticed Carrot enter. She smiled at him, but couldn’t really do much to move. He crept in silent as a mouse beside her to give her a kiss, his eyes falling on her titanic pregnant belly.

And indeed, Cup was pregnant again. Twins was one thing, triplets was another, even quadruplets could be passed off as ridiculous coincidence, but quintuplets right after, and then sextuplets the next? It was pretty clear something more was going on. It’d be terrifying if they didn’t keep getting huge windfalls of good fortune falling their way, ensuring that not only could they pay to support all these children, but could continue to have more if they wanted.

Then again, Carrot wasn’t sure that he cared all that much. Cup was happy and healthy, enjoying the pregnancies as they went on. He was happy and healthy, the pregnancies making Cup that much hotter in his eyes. The kids were a handful at times, but they had help with that, and they had the resources to handle them all. He didn’t know how many kids he and Cup were going to have, but if things kept on at this rate, perhaps Opport’s offhand comment about fifty more kids wasn’t too far off the mark…

Carrot leaned forward to whisper in Cup’s ear. “How ya doing?”

Cup smiled, whispering back. “Good. They got tuckered out after dinnertime.”

“Heh.” He kissed her again. “So… you think we have enough kids?”

Cup met his eyes, suddenly looking quite serious.

“Why stop?” she whispered. “Honey, everything’s been going so well… Our sales have been through the roof… Our children are all healthy, you and I are still young… we can both handle it, so… Honey, I-I… after these six are born… I think… I think I want more…”