Wouldn't It Be Cool If...

by Klamnei

Rating: mature
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Porn, Sex, Fetish, Slice of Life, Anthology
Length: 54797

A series of fetish story snippets, each written in one hour.

Ideas. We all have them, the majority never explored. Writers are especially vulnerable to this, and the longer you spend on a single story, the more new ideas that pile up, all starting with the simple question:

Wouldn't it be cool if...

Idea backlogs can get distracting, even disheartening. It really only helps if you create an outlet for them, whatever that may be.

Thus, the One Hour Challenge was born.

RULES OF KLAMNEI'S ONE HOUR CHALLENGE:

-No more than one hour on each snippet.
-No editing, re-wording, or going back until the hour is up. Once it’s on the page, it stays til’ the end. This includes grammatical errors.
-Once the hour is up, only fifteen minutes of edits and re-wordings can be made.
-The prompt will be listed at the top of the snippet.
-The snippet’s fetishes and tags will be listed at the beginning of each snippet.
-A new idea must be used for each snippet.
-Ideas can be based off of pictures.
-Snippet ideas are free to be used in the writer’s future stories.

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

Published 2017-03-27 07:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2024-08-20 19:27:56 UTC

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

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…”

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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: A heavily pregnant Rarity modeling some maternity outfits for Older!Spike in a private little fashion show. Rarity is pregnant with septuplets, and she’s showing off her ten-month-pregnant body for Spike, who is the father. Spike is looking on with great interest, leaning back and leisurely jerking off while he enjoys the show. Before he can cum, Rarity climbs down and mounts him cowgirl, letting him orgasm inside her. Spike has a ridged dick with a tapered point, along with a thick, bulbous knot at the end. Rarity is modeling a navy and violet dress with a silver hem.

Contains: Feral, Sex, Pregnancy.

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Art by Patch

“What do you think, Spikey?” Rarity asked.

Spike licked his lips as he leaned back in a couch, his claw wrapped around his dick. “Oho...”

Rarity was clad in a lavish dress of navy and violet with a silvery hem. It almost looked like she’d cut out a portion of the night sky and turned it into a dress.

“Rarity…” Spike’s mouth was dry. “Just… wow…”

Rarity did a gentle spin, showing off every bit of her curves. She made sure to give him ample view of her generous rear, as well as her swollen breasts between her rear legs. “I just only just fit into it, you know. I swear, your children are wreaking havoc on my body!”

A lie. A shameless, bold-faced lie. Every aspect of her body had been ratcheted up to eleven by her pregnancy, even moreso that she was nearing the end. Her mane and tail were thick and full, sporting a sheen that most mares spent their whole lives chasing after. Her heart-shaped ass was delicious, and he could spend hours staring at it. Her legs were long and shapely, now sporting a sexy amount of muscle, and the cause of that muscle? Her burgeoning, gravid belly, massive with seven foals, all the more alluring by the fact that they were his…

Spike squeezed his length, his grip lingering around his knot. “I regret nothing.”

“Hmph.” She slid the back of her dress up, letting him see her dripping, tantalizing sex. She moved her tail purposefully, fanning her scent in his face. “Of course you wouldn’t. Where’s the gentledrake I married? When was he replaced by a deviant?”

Spike’s eyes were intense. He inhaled deep, the strong, familiar scent of excited mare washing over him. “Right about when you got pregnant.”

Rarity stuck her head up in the air. She lowered her dress and down and looked back at him, her eyes coy. “Naughty boy. I certainly hope you don’t spread those bad habits to our children. Look at you! Masturbating while I’m just trying to show you my new maternity line?! How rude!”

Spike just pumped his dick his dick faster. When she’d asked him for his opinion on a new dress she was working on, she’d had that look in her eyes. That look was a good look. It’d led many times to good things, seven of which were now growing in her womb.

“I’ll admit, I’m going to miss teasing you like this,” Rarity said casually. “When you first told me you had a pregnancy fetish, I didn’t quite believe you. But over these last months, you’ve been all over me...”

Spike grinned like a wolf. “I have you to thank, my Gem. I’ve wanted you, wanted you so bad… it’s helped me to be a better stallion for you…”

Now that wasn’t a lie. Dragon greed was incredibly malleable, attaching to concepts and things that you wouldn’t think. Spike was just the right size Rarity had always hoped for--a head taller than her, but not so big as to be unwieldy. His muscles were firm and defined, but not overly so like those brutish louts she saw down at the gym. His face was charming, with kind eyes that had that exotic air, and his claws… oh, my… the things he could do with them… not to mention that tongue of his…

His cock wasn’t lacking, either. It was different than a pony’s, but alluring in its own way. It was more tapered than she might’ve expected, but he could leave her a quivering mess with it. His thick knot was a dream, and when he popped it inside her...

“Spikey, I just don’t know what I’m going to do when I can’t model for my own clothes!” Rarity bemoaned. “I suppose I could hire somepony else… but that just doesn’t have the same effect! It’s just not the same without trying the clothes on myself! I need to feel them, I need to know them!”

Spike pursed his lips. Thoughts were whirring through his head, fantasies playing out. A fresh spurt of pre dripped down his length, further lubing him up.

“If this line takes off, there may not be anything for it.” Rarity gave Spike a smoldering look. “You just might have to knock me up again. It’s the only way I’ll know if I’m catering to the needs of mothers to be! And being pregnant with seven at once, that’s a pretty high bar to clear. I might have to use some fertility spells to help you…”

Spike growled. He could feel the pressure stirring in his loins, his pelvic muscles tensing.

“I’d have never known about how pregnant mares move if it weren’t for you,” Rarity said. “I suppose it’s to be expected with you being raised by Twilight that your knowledge of pregnancy would be encyclopedic. Without you, I'd have never learned how to keep my balance, how I need to time my steps with the sway of my belly, and so, so much more. I first thought that maternity lines were all about downplaying the bump, but thanks to you, Spikey, I’ve learned to emphasize it, to embrace it...”

Spike grit his teeth. His whole body was on edge, his heart rising in his chest. “You are so f-fucking hot…”

“Mmmm, I know.” Carefully, Rarity took off the new dress. She stepped off the podium and sauntered up to Spike, her eyes on his leaky dick. “I feel your eyes on me wherever I go, watching me, undressing me. You just can’t get enough of, can you?”

Spike had no reply as Rarity straddled him, the lips of her flower moving towards his pride. He only had eyes for her titanic womb as she thrust it into his face, gasping as a drip of her arousal fell on his balls. His claws moved to grab her flanks, kneading them, feeling the layer of baby fat. Her foalbearing hips had widened over the course of the last half a year, giving her a set of that were the envy of all of Ponyville.

“I’ll take that as answer enough...” Rarity let him guide her downward, the petals of her flowers grazing his tip. Her pregnant belly filled both their laps, taking up all their space, but that just turned Spike on all the more. Her velvety pussy swallowed the first third of his dick, and he thrust further, pushing in another third beyond that. Rarity let out a lusty purr and kissed him, her mouth enveloping his, his tongue snaking out to taste her.

She settled more and more of her weight atop him, until all that was left his knot. She began riding him, flexing and squeezing her hips, wiggling back and forth. Spike’s claws travelled up and down her back, feeling like dextrous combs. A kick from on etheir children pushed out beside her navel, pressing against Spike’s abs and making him jolt. His eyes shrank to pinpricks, and was soon thrusting inside her, her pregnant weight pushing him deeper into the couch, but that just turned him on all the more. He gripped her possessively, her sexy moans the perfect background to the wet, sticky sounds of sex.

Rarity was in heaven. The heat of Spike’s body, of a dragon, was so much. But it was so much in the best kind of way. She kissed him harder, her nostrils flaring, her ears twitching with their lewd noises. Her libido had been on high all day, he knew all her best spots, and he was attentive to her sounds to know when she was getting close.

And getting close, she was. She picked up the pace, her silky walls threatening to clamp down on him. Spike was right there as well, and he was starting to thrust harder, his claws creeping up her shoulders, forcing her down. Rarity felt her marehood stretch, widening, gradually engulfing his knot. She licked his neck, moaning loud as he wedged inside her with a telltale POP!

They both saw white. Spike gripped Rarity hard, pumping load after load of potent dragon seed flooded Rarity’s tunnel, filling her to the brim. Rarity squealed, feeling a flood of his hot essence erupt inside her. Spike’s knot was a perfect seal, and his cum remained trapped inside her, her insides awash in delicious heat. She coaxed as much out of him as she could, relishing all he had to give, riding out their highs for as long as possible.

They both came down. Panting, they stared into each other’s eyes, their thoughts on the nascent lives nestled between them.

“...Can't wait to see you pregnant with double digits,” Spike said.

Rarity swatted him.

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Author's Note

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

Rarity is pregnant again, this time with twelve foals. The compatibility and fertility of dragons and ponies is no longer in question, and the effects of which have been having an interesting effect on Rarity’s body. Dragon magic has started to intermingle with her own, bonding her to Spike and allowing him to be of equal size to mate with him no matter how big he grows. Which is good, because Spike has started growing more and more as days past, the power of the Elements starting to affect him as well. Now with both of them growing larger by the day with no sign of stopping, they have one last romp on their old bed before they both outgrow it.

Contains: Pony, Macro, Hyper Pregnancy, Lactation, Power Absorption

Carousel Boutique's Maternity Line 2 - Now With Plus Sizes!

Art by Patch

“There you are.” Rarity said as she teleported into her and Spike’s old bedroom. “Couldn’t help but measure yourself one last time, eh?”

It was moving weekend. Boxes were piled up and ready to be moved, just about everything taken off the walls, dust all over the place forming odd lines and creases on the floor. Their furniture had already been taken to the new house, the only things left now being a few hanging pictures, a mostly-emptied out dresser, and of course, her and Spike’s first bed, which had been little more than a decoration for a while now.

Spike’s laugh was a low rumble. His voice had gotten deeper and stronger over the years, yet it still carried the warmth it always had. “Yeah, I suppose.” He ran a claw along the pen marks signifying his and Rarity’s height measurements, each one taken at the shoulder. They’d been growing like weeds ever since undergoing the mystical dragon rite of marriage—an ancient soul-bonding ritual that made them compatible in every way. “Hard to believe I was ever this small.”

Rarity smiled. Her own measurements were always half a head taller than Spike’s, their relative size difference always proportionately the same. She still found it hard to believe she’d become the tallest pony in Equestria. “We could always remove that section of the wall and take it with us. We have friends with carpentry skills.”

Spike snorted. He marked his latest standing height with a green marker, then compared it to the last measurement with a ruler. “Three inches taller, one and a half inches wider, seven inches longer nose to tail. Not bad.”

Rarity couldn’t help but agree. Ever since they’d been wed, the Element of Generosity’s power had been reacting in an odd way, enhancing them even further with no sign of stopping. Spike was marvelous specimen of a drake, fierce and handsome, with marvelously wide wings, deep green spines, a lithe, sleek frame rippling with primal muscle, and shining purple scales that made her heart skip a beat. His keen claws and razor-sharp spines were quite dangerous, but a simple spell kept them sheathed in protective magic—

“Ahhhhhh~” Spike stretched himself out. He made no effort to conceal something that wasn’t sheathed at the moment, his hefty tapered cock hard and stuck up straight and grazing his ribs. His whole length twitched as she looked on, a thick bead of pre dripping off to join a puddle on the floor. “You sure you want to keep the bed here? I’m sure we could find a use for it.”

Rarity smirked. “Maybe I want to find a use for it now, hmm?” Her horn nearly grazed the ceiling as she made her way towards Spike like she was moving underwater. “Maybe I kept it here on purpose so we could use it one last time.”

The bed in question was an enormous four-poster with tall bronze banisters. They hadn’t been able to fit in it since Rarity been six months pregnant with the septuplets, and considering they’d both almost tripled in size since then, AND with Rarity ten months pregnant with duodecaplets...

Spike licked his lips. You could see how taut Rarity’s barrel was, how full, lively and burgeoning with their twelve newest additions..The soft light made her seem like she swelled larger with every breath, and with them both growing more fecund by the day, they both knew this was only the beginning. It was a marvel to see her move these days, the firm, warm mass of her pregnant belly swaying like a fluffy zeppelin. She needed a spell to keep her skin protected as it grazed the floor, their big, strong dragon-foals asleep within her nourishing womb.

Rarity nestled herself into Spike’s strong embrace. They started off slow—tender nuzzles, soft kisses, light touches here and there. Spike’s polished scales were warm and smooth against Rarity’s healthy coat, and now she was shivering as he pressed his lips to her neck. She could feel the hardness of his teeth just behind, and her tail raised high at the thought of his dagger-like fangs. Spike’s kisses then trailed south, licking and snuffling, trailing across her body until he got to her protruding stomach. He made a strange sound then, a low growl like a cat’s purr.

“They recognize you,” Rarity said, feeling flutters within her gut.

Spike hummed. He ran his claws and face all along her side, whispering and purring, kissing and massaging. More flutters soon followed, and Spike spread his great wings and wrapped around them around Rarity in full. She could only chuckle as one wing covered a window, tinting the evening sunlight green.

But it wasn’t long before she wanted more. The familiar scent of Spike’s body called to her, amplified by his excitement and mixing with hers. Their warm, large bodies had upped the room’s temperature by several degrees, and it was only growing hotter as Spike puffed out jets of flame to provide their foals some dragon magic. His tingly fire was like heaven on Rarity’s skin, but she wanted more… much more. She coaxed Spike to his feet and pulled him into a hungry kiss, and he responded by breathing green fire directly down her throat in a rush of power.

“Mmmmhhhh~” Rarity soaked up the draconic magic in an instant, and he kept feeding her more and more, only coming up for air before giving her another great dose. She could feel the raw energy suffusing her, coursing through her veins like adrenaline… but even so, it wasn’t enough. She gripped Spike and deepened their kiss even more, and he answered by cupping her head in his claws and unleashing a full blast of fire…

Rarity’s eyes rolled back. Her marehood dripped as she drank in the power without end, all of it surging into her fertile womb. Their precious dozen foals had all grown big and strong thanks to their love and care, and soon she’d be pregnant again, likely with even more considering the test results they’d got back.

They wound up moving to the bed at some point. Spike crawled on first, laying on his back with his wings dangling far over the sides. Rarity took a moment to admire his fat cock, his knot pulsing in time with his thudding heart. His full, musky balls swelled larger by the day, the virile seed within growing ever-more potent, and in a few short months that seed would be taking root inside her once more. She eased onto the bed and stepped over him with a fluid motion, the springs and frame creaking as they took on more and more of her pregnant weight.

Rarity only just fit beneath the four poster canopy now. She had to take care to keep her head and horn down, her shoulders, back, and rump straining the fabric top as it was. Spike groaned as he was pushed, deep, deep into the mattress, his pregnant wife and the dozen lives within her settling on his chest, torso, and hips. Rarity’s barrel alone was bigger than all of he was, and the realization made him harder than ever as she planted her legs on either side of his him.

“My, my,” said Rarity, a puff of flame escaping her lips. “Certainly a far cry from the first time we made love here, isn’t it? There won’t be a bed in the world that’ll hold both of us at this rate…”

Spike was quivering. He could feel Rarity’s warm arousal dripping on his tail, as well as milk droplets from her head-sized breasts. Their tails grew entwined to pull and squeeze, and Spike stroked Rarity’s white womb while looking into her eyes. She bent her head down to meet his desperate lips, her horn glowing to magically stroke his length—

It was too much. Spike massive balls bloating larger than ever, and dragonfire erupted from his throat to flow down Rarity’s in a great stream. Their lower halves became coated in piping hot cum as the tight, clenched spring inside Spike exploded like a bomb, and Rarity moaned louder than ever as she became awash in fresh, tingling power. She kept pumping his dick throughout his orgasm, grinding her mammoth belly on him as the bed—

CRUNCH!

Rarity and Spike felt the bed frame give beneath them. The banisters of the four poster became uneven, and the jolt bent several of the mattress springs with a metallic screech. Both the headboard and the footboard snapped as the entire bed buckled in on itself, yet neither Rarity nor Spike ever stopped what they were doing, their thoughts consumed by one another, making out for minutes while Rarity brought Spike to climax after climax.

They wound up burning the bed afterwards.

Carousel Boutique's Maternity Line 3 - Gigantic Spring Sale!

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: A decade has passed. Rarity and Spike have continued to grow bigger and stronger, as well as continue to have more children. Here, Rarity is ten months pregnant with 100+ foals, but even as a giant pony in a state of advanced hyper pregnancy, she still likes to go hunting for gems. Spike still helps out with Rarity’s gem hunting endeavors, mostly to make sure she’s safe, but also as a bonding activity. However, being alone in such a beautiful and nostalgic place often leads to them feeling frisky.

Contains: Pony, Macro, Hyper Pregnancy, Lactation, Power Absorption

Carousel Boutique's Maternity Line 3 - Gigantic Spring Sale!

Picture by Patch

“AH~!” Rarity threw back her head, her multicolored mane glinting in the narrow shafts of light. She arched her back and pushed against Spike’s eager thrusts, his thick dragon cock stretching her wide. “MORE!”

Spike’s murring growl was like a diesel engine. He was mounted on Rarity, his colossal leathery wings spread wide, his sheathed claws fondling her bountiful hips. Their giant forms took up the bulk of the underground landing they stood in, but the dull thud of falling water did nothing to cover up the telltale rumble of Spike's deep breath.

They were in the gem caverns north of Whitetail Wood. The Ponyville settlers had established a mine here hoping they might find coal within, but it didn’t take long to realize the only thing to be found were the same gemstones rampant throughout the valley. The only thing remaining of the mining operation were the mine rails, some dilapidated crates, and a rowboat near the waterfall at the start of the river.

“Yes…” Rarity’s eyes glowed with harmonic and draconic magic. She and Spike had come out here to do a little gem hunting, but it hadn’t been long before they’d started eyeing one another. Their soul-bonded power crackled like multicolored lightning as Spike bathed her in dragonfire, the internal weight in her womb swirling and drinking in the elemental power. “YESSSSS!”

The last decade had been a whirlwind of power, procreation, and prosperity. Rarity and Spike had grown larger and larger without any sign of slowing down, now towering titans taller than most houses and still nowhere near close to done. Ponies had been whispering rumors for years they were ascending into life deities, and it was certainly starting to look it—Rarity’s neck and legs had grown long and graceful, the aura of her magic getting stronger by the day, her Rainbow Power form showing at all times. She and Spike been caught in the thralls of foal fever, their growing fecundity resulting in higher multiples each year, the current pregnancy estimated to be around one hundred.

And speaking of Spike, he was a sight to be seen. The constant infusion of ancient magic had matured him into a mighty great wyrm, his long, sleek body bristling with vim and vigor. Twenty-five feet, nine inches had been his last measurement, but as impressive as that was, it still didn’t quite match up to Rarity’s twenty-seven foot, four. His polished scales and spines were like mirrors, his fire was among the most powerful of all dragonkind, and his mere presence alone could terrify.

The wet, steady SMACK of their hips was like the beat of a lusty tempo. Spidery cracks spread around their muscular legs in chaotic patterns, the shifting of their multi-ton weight punctuated by great, earthshaking stomps. Rarity’s taut, wide belly formed a groove in the rock floor, her gargantuan breasts leaking each time Spike’s fat knot kissed her clit. The babies had started kicking again, like tiny tickling butterflies in her gut, and Spike cradled her in his sail-wings while making chuffing sounds.

Rarity wrapped her sparkling tail around Spike’s. He widened his stance and adopted a pistoning rhythm, molding her velvety-snug tunnel to shape little by little. She cooed as electric tingles shot up her spine, her mound bulging with his size and still wanting more! His ridged, girthy cock was fifty-five inches of engorged dragon flesh, his hefty nuts able to crush a rowboat and still growing bigger, ultra-productive and more virile by the day. The thought of how many he’d get Rarity pregnant with next time made him thrust even faster, and Rarity moaned and writhed, lost amidst the fullness and bliss.

They alternated between fast and slow, rocking their hips and worshipping each other’s bodies. Spike settled atop Rarity proper to cuddle and feel their hearts beat as one, stroking and nuzzling, kissing and feeding her dragonfire. They whispered sweet nothings while staring into each other’s eyes. They relished the scent of each other’s warm bodies, clean and fresh and ever-so-healthy, and best of all, they knew it was only going to get better...

And then they’d go back to rutting. They repeated this process for a long time in the serenity of the glittering cave, but little by little, desire got the upper hoof. They began sweating and panting, the color rising in their cheeks as their motions grew unbalanced. Their spooning ceased, the tightness in their cores urging them on, Spike’s pupils narrowing to thin lines consumed by need.

Rarity peaked first. She bit her lip and squeezed Spike’s rod, her muscles tightening and straining to the limit. Dots flashed behind her eyes as the pooling, gathering heat in her core became a volley of fireworks exploding on a starry horizon. Her heart pounded in her ears, her inner walls spasming around Spike’s heated dragonhood… which then proved to be enough to push him over the edge, as well.

Spike roared so loud he made creatures flee for miles. He pounded Rarity with long, stuttering strokes, snorting out heart-shaped tongues of green flame. Tighter, tighter, tighter the spring inside him became, his nuts churning and bloating and urging him on to greater heights. At last the telltale rush surged through his loins, and he buried himself inside Rarity to erupt like a volcano. Over and over he flooded her with hot, thick, sticky seed, immediately overflowing her confines and flowing out to form a spreading pool of sex.

It was like someone had stuck a hose inside her. Rarity screamed Spike’s name until her voice cracked, her world honed in on his deliciously ample gift. Their joined nethers became a slick, sticky mess, endorphins swimming through them as he pumped her full again and again, moments passing and Spike’s productive balls still gurgling with fresh seed.

They never did find any gems.

Carousel Boutique's Maternity Line 4 - Seasonal Superfetation Soiree!

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: Now in the distant future, Rarity and Spike are effectively giant demigods of life. They now are going to use a spell that allows Rarity to get pregnant even while already pregnant. They've chosen to do this at Rainbow Falls.

Based off image PASTEMEhttps://derpibooru.org/images/2386110PASTEME

Contains: Pony, Macro, Hyper Pregnancy, Superfetation

Carousel Boutique's Maternity Line 4 - Seasonal Superfetation Soiree!

The ponies of Rainbow Falls were about to get a show.

There were Rarity and Spike, immense beyond measure, their bodies taking up so much of the landscape they could be seen for miles. Their own size baffled them—they’d grown and grown and grown until they were the biggest creatures that ever lived. Yet even now they were still growing, doubling, tripling, quadrupling in size with each passing year.

“Spike…” Rarity shifted her grand weight. He was beautiful. That’s what went through Rarity’s mind every time she looked at him. Even now, with her belly larger than the rest of her, her rainbow-tinted mane damp with sweat, her hips wide and flanks thick, she knew he lusted for her. He couldn’t STOP lusting for her, for she may as well have been a drug he couldn’t get enough of.

And speaking of Spike, he was just as much of a marvel. A miles-tall hunk of a dragon that set her heart a flutter with merely a look. Flawless reflective scales harder than diamond glinted in the midmorning sun. Dense, heavy muscles rippled along his lithe frame. Hypnotic, green-slitted eyes glowed with life and light: fierce yet kind, primal yet calm. His wings were what she loved most—phenomenal, tremendous things that could enshroud a small mountain range.

They were effectively gods—benevolent and gentle, but gods all the same. The ancient draconic marriage ritual they’d undergone years ago had become the vessel of their ascension. Had it been so long ago that either of them could fit inside of a house? Inside of a street? A town? Had it been so brief since they looked up at mountains instead of down upon them? Rarity remembered when the growth had really started to speed up, becoming more and more astonished as each day she woke up larger, her sleeping space feeling more confined. It’d happened in conjunction with her pregnancies, each a greater brood than the last, her body seemingly growing larger and stronger. To make her into the perfect maternal figure.

She remembered back when they’d first visited Rainbow Falls with Twilight. It was a beautiful town. Even as she was now she could still appreciate its beauty—she could still hear the waterfalls faintly below. She remembered trotting amidst the stalls of the Traders Exchange and hearing the dull murmur of haggling. She remembered visiting the Falls again on her and Spike’s honeymoon, where they’d conceived their first seven miracles. That was back when she was still able to fit inside of towns and cities, able to walk amongst the buildings. It was when her womb started to press against the houses as she trotted down the streets of Ponyville she realized her days of visiting settlements were limited. Not without magic, at least.

It was a shame to have to withhold her beauty. Her greatest joy was to readily give anything and everything she could to the world. Having to withhold her true splendor meant others couldn’t witness it, and as time passed and she grew greater in every way, she had to conceal herself more and more. But it was a small price to pay for what her and Spike’s ever-increasing power allowed them to provide.

Currently, Rarity was halfway through her latest pregnancy. The most bountiful by far, but Spike and Rarity still wanted more. Not only that, they realized they could do more, and they didn’t have to wait to do it. For not only had Rarity’s increased power and size come with an increase in many other things, but also new abilities.

This was the trial run. Rarity closed her eyes as her familiar magic came to her in a rush, cool and comforting and fluid as water. Magic that altered the body, enhanced the body was not something typically done for many reasons, but Rarity understood the workings of life now. She could see the inner workings down to the very cell, even WITHIN the cells. She knew how to manipulate the very building blocks of matter to her whim.

She guided her stream of magic into her belly. The countless lives within her stirred at her touch; twitching in dreams. The flutters were less than the movements of fleas to her, but if she concentrated she could feel them, and every one made her heart soar. She continued to guide her spell deeper inside herself, past the growing lives within her into a place even more intimate—the very store of her reproductive cells.

They looked like twin caverns to her mind’s eye. Indeed, to the average size pony, they were caverns. Each was larger than a hoofball field, and each was filled to the brim with innumerable, healthy, glittering clusters of light. The sheer capacity for future life was a marvel. Orders of magnitude beyond any other creature. Mares were supposed to lose their reproductive cells over time. Rarity’s body had been making more. And more. And more. Only the barest fraction of the total was mature, and it’d been this amount that’d been regularly released as part of her cycle.

But with Rarity understanding what she did, discovering what she could do, with what she and Spike had already become, and now could become…

Rarity’s horn glowed with more magic. The countless lights within her twin caverns shone a soft blue. Newfound warmth bloomed within her as she continued to fuel the spell. A tidal wave of hormones flooded her, her face blushing and heat radiating from her groin.

Waterfalls of estrus-laced arousal fell from her marehood and to soak the fur of her plush rear. Spike caught the scent immediately, a lusty rumble escaping his chest that echoed across the valley and beyond. His mile-long dragonhood rose out of his sheath, growing and twitching, an entire reservoir’s worth of pre escaping his impossible tip to slick up his even more impossible size.

“Now?” Spike asked.

Almost panting, Rarity looked back and into his face. Saw the eagerness that mirrored hers. She nodded.

Spike growled and clutched Rarity harder. He leaned his weight into her, clutching her soft fur and feeling the rasp beneath his digits. So long, and thick. Rarity’s beauty was without peer: the colors of her rainbow mane glittered and shone at all times like flowing water. Signs of blooming health shone throughout her body, from her thick, soft coat to her pristine hooves. His scales were so smooth along her body. She could feel him gripping her, claws stroking through her coat, his wings wrapped around her. Oh, she loved it when he did that. So warm, so smooth… she never got enough of the feel of his strong, taut muscles that could wrap around her and make her feel safe. Even at her biggest he’d been able to wrap them around her with ease, and now they could literally blot out the sun. She inhaled deep and caught a familiar scent… his scent. She turned her head back to kiss him, and he eagerly obliged, letting loose a jet of flame in her mouth that sent a prismatic ripple across Rarity’s body.

Spike plunged his girthy cock into Rarity. A wonderful, warm shaft, so thick and BIG. His dick alone was larger than all of Ponyville. Rarity cried out at his touch, not in pain but in need for more. Spike leaned a bit more of his tremendous weight, his great core muscles flexing and pushing, giving that extra bit of oomph, the inertia alone making the surrounding air waver. He pushed more, feeling her soft walls envelop him. So soft and silky, so inviting, so willing, so pliable and supple. How many times had he molded them to shape now? Beyond count, certainly, but yet he still wanted her. Beyond words, beyond sensation, beyond even a dragon’s greed.

Spike shivered and pushed harder, biting his lip as her pussy swallowed more of his shaft. Rarity mewled and egged Spike on faster, but he was still gentle, giving her ample time to adjust. IN and out, in and out. With every thrust Spike pushed deep, her herculean size never failing to satisfy. He was gentle when wanted, rough when the mood called for it, but his own style was unpredictable. Rarity could, no pun intended, rarely predict his technique, and she preferred it that way. Kept things fresh. Sometimes she corrected him, even occasionally taking the lead, but something deep inside her liked to be taken, just as much as Spike liked to take.

“Ah...” She shuddered in time with Spike’s thrusts. Spike thrust his hips deeper and got more of his great size in, but there was so much more left to go. She could feel Spike pause, gathering himself up for a moment before pushing his mammoth cock back up into her, causing her to moan low and long. Spike licked her salty neck and pushed deeper, feeling Rarity’s tunnel eager to accept him. The wonderful BURN of her muscles being stretched to new limits was pure ecstasy.

Not to say Rarity just laid there and let Spike do all the work. She moved with him as much as her bulk would allow, flexing her inner muscles around his great size and making him work for every yard. It was an astounding spectacle from the ground—had any bore witness in the valley, their sky would have been a colossal pair of pony and dragon genitals. Spike’s nuts were so big they took up most of his lap. He needed both claws just to cup one of them, and at the rate his package was outpacing the rest of him, in a few years’ time they’d be too big for even that.They felt so heavy and full nearly all the time. The only times they didn’t were when he’d just cum several times (almost always in Rarity) and even then the feeling was temporary. He loved it, though. He loved the fullness, what it meant, his potential continuing to climb without end. A single look at his beloved was all he needed to be ready to go, and his stamina was to the point he didn’t know if he could be tired out.

Were they making love for the sake of pleasure they would’ve gone on longer, but this lovemaking carried intent. Spike was beyond ready by the time his knot bruknoshed against Rarity’s dock. He could feel her nethers spreading to claim it, stretching even further. What felt like barely inches to her were in reality closer to a quarter mile. Spike’s knot was so sensitive he could feel every slight give, every bit of change. The tingles were unlike anything else, but it was even better when she was fully enveloping him, when she’d TAKEN him.

It was impressive, really—no matter how big each of them grew, Rarity still managed to take Spike’s fully flared knot. There was a point where he always had to push proper to get inside, and he was nearing that point now, but she could always, always take him. They could both feel Rarity’s nethers spreading more, little by little, Spike’s knot being squeeeeeeeezed by her fierce, all-encompassing need. He slid a little deeper in, a sharp intake of breath escaping his lips. Rarity gasped, hungrily so, and so he followed up the push with a second. NOW it was enough weight. They both moaned long as they felt his knot pop inside with a force that caused multiple sonic booms.

The stage was set. The lights within Rarity were waiting. Spike’s twitching cock was where it belonged. Spike cocooned Rarity in his great wings as he felt that tingle, that deep rush come from inside. His lap-filling nuts visibly clenched as he felt his peak approach. His orgasm was an eruptionthat sent lakes worth of hot, hyper-virile cum up his several thousand-foot long spire. Eyes glowing, her coat shining, Rarity cried out as Spike flooded her with several hundred million gallons in a single shot. Her deepest barrier soaked up the seed like a sponge that never seemed to be completely filled, allowing lakes worth of cum to enter her nourishing womb.

“YES!” Rarity clamped down on Spike with all her might. She could feel her magic working, feel the blooming heat of Spike’s seed flowing up into her. The wonderful, warm, full contentment of being with foal was already intensifying. She ran her hoof against the warm surface of her coat and shuddered. She was going to make sure he claimed each and every one of the lights she’d just brought into being.

Rarity cried out in ecstasy as Spike’s second surge billowed into her. It was already starting to happen. The sparks of life were spreading throughout, taking root inside her walls. Entire clusters were being claimed by his seed while even more formed. Spike’s essence had merged with hers to multiply. More essence was claimed, more sparks of life spreading through her, and best of all, Rarity could FEEL it happening. Feel her belly growing warmer, heavier. Feel Spike’s potent seed take!

Rarity’s womb rumbled. The sound echoed across the valley like an approaching storm. She was getting more pregnant by the second, and her blush only intensified with every throb, her body shifting to accommodate the lives within. The tiny glints grew and grew until they’d caught up with their older siblings, and as a result Rarity’s belly grew as well, billowing out in every direction and sinking further into the earth. To think there had been a time Rarity had been concerned about her weight. Now she was gaining thousands upon thousands of tons of baby weight by the second, revelling in her maternal girth expanding beneath her hooves. Moments of internal tension were relieved by surges further outward, and Rarity egged the sensation on as Spike’s third pulse of wet heat knocked her up that much more.

Rivers, forests, plains and hills of the valley were engulfed by an avalanche of warm, taut flesh. Preserved by magic, of course—it wouldn’t do to make a mess—merely momentarily pinned and breathing the lovely scent of Rarity’s shampoo. Those watching at Rainbow Falls could only marvel as the two gods mated, Rarity’s colossal head looming over the village, her night-colored mane swaying with Spike’s incredible thrusts. Even knotted he was still trying to push deeper, his incredible hips rocking both of them. Rarity’s gently waving locks were like the northern lights.

Spike hissed a delicious hiss. With every surge he clung to Rarity, back arched and wings flared, smiling a triumphant, fanged smile. There was a fire in his eyes, a need that raged in him, and a magic that neither fully understood. He released a particularly potent surge into his beloved, and Rarity bit her lip and shuddered, the tight spring in her core snapping free like lightning. She suddenly felt a tight, tingling warmth in her breasts—each one of her mounds already contained enough nourishment to feed legions, yet they now swelled still larger, pushing out past her legs and pressing hard against where she and Spike and Rarity were joined.

Rarity could feel the change in the air as her belly rose higher, higher, higher. Her belly’s mass alone slowly eclipsed both her and Spike combined. So many. So full! Eventually she and Spike would grow to catch up with her new additions, but for now her womb dwarfed them, dwarfed everything, so large it could be seen from space.

It went on like that for a while. Spike’s balls were mighty, but eventually even he petered out. Yet inside Rarity his efforts continued to bear fruit, both of them watching with eager eyes as multitudes of offspring formed before their very eyes.

The available acreage in the valley dwindled more and more. The edge was marked by train tracks winding along a mountain ledge, miles from Spike and Rarity, but Rarity’s womb was an approaching landslide. It was just as her now city-sized navel kissed the tracks that her womb gently wobbled to a stop, the new lives and swirling fluid settling within.

Rarity smiled. It seemed their little trial with this spell had been a success. Every last one of the lights she’d released had been claimed. A new son or daughter. Rarity could feel their presences come into being, and already she loved each and every one of them. And she didn’t even need to look back at Spike to know that warm smile on his face, that excited glint in his eye. Neither of them didn’t fully understood why any of this had happened, but they were going to make the absolute best of it. The only question now between them was how they used this new spell in the future.

To that note, despite how many eggs Rarity had released, she’d only used a fraction of Spike’s seed.

Rarity bit her lip. All that hot, virile dragon cum, ready and waiting inside her...

…

Perhaps a few more babies wouldn’t hurt.

Or a few million…

A few trillion—

GURRRGLE

Spike chuckled. He’d seen this coming a mile away, of course. He nuzzled Rarity’s neck and gently stroked Rarity’s expanse of womb as he watched it grow in subtle throbs. All was taken into account. Their foals would be loved and cared for. The world would be a better place for their existence.

After all, what kind of benevolent gods would they be if they couldn’t provide for their family?

Bonding Time

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: Button Mash’s mom, hugely pregnant, sitting in the basement playing video games with Button Mash. Playing video games together has always been a kind of bonding time between them, and they’ve had even more chances to bond lately, as Button’s Mom is pregnant again. She spends a lot of her time resting, chilling out in the basement and eating tons of snacks. Button Mash is snuggling next her, playing a game with her. They are sitting on an old futon from her Button’s Mom’s college days.

And no, Button is not the father. Not every fucking thing involving Button's Mom has to be incest, people.

Contains: Anthro, Pregnancy, Snuggling.

Bonding Time

Art by ForFun41

My mom is the best mom ever!

When I talk to all the other kids at school, not one of them have a mom that likes to play video games with them! But mine does, and she does it all the time!

She’s the one who first taught me how to play, you know. I still remember when I was super young, she got me my first Joyboy, and we spent hours together playing all kinds of cool games! She even let me stay up late until Dad got home! She hardly ever does that!

And lately, it’s been ever cooler. See, earlier this year, Mom and Dad told me that I was gonna be a big brother! I’ve always wanted a little brother or sister, it’s gonna be great! I asked when I’d get to meet them, but they’d said it’d be around Hearth’s Warming time, which was a long time away.

But hey, that’s okay. Some things are worth waiting for!

It was kinda weird, though. See, at first, they told me I was just gonna get one brother or sister. But then a few months later, they sat me down again, and told me I was getting a whole bunch of brothers and sisters! Isn’t that neat? Mom and Dad looked really surprised when they told me; apparently, it doesn’t happen very often.

They didn’t seem that worried, though, they just told me that Mom’s gonna start looking different soon, and that it was all part of getting ready for the babies.

I didn’t quite know what they meant by ‘different’, at first. I’d noticed that Mom had been sick for awhile, but then she got better, and then she started eating a lot more. Like, a LOT more! We were taking trips to the store super often, buying more and more food for Mom, but she just kept eating it all. It’s actually been really cool because Mom likes to eat a lot of stuff I do, and she shares it with most of the time. More snacks are always good by me!

But that’s when I started to realize what they meant. Mom’s tummy started to get bigger, so much that she couldn’t fit in her old clothes anymore. She started wearing things that was made of this really stretchy stuff, but she didn’t seem to mind all that much. She talked about it proudly with other ponies whenever we’d go out, and they’d always seemed surprised at how big Mom was getting so fast, or something.

I don’t know much more, I don’t pay much attention when adults talk to each other.

I eventually put together that the babies were growing inside Mom’s belly. I asked Mom and Dad how that had happened, but for some reason, they wouldn’t tell me! They just got really uncomfortable and started stammering, ‘we’ll tell you when you’re older’. I hate it when adults do stuff like that!

Well, whatever. It could be worse. At first Mom was really busy with getting stuff ready for the babies, but then she started relaxing more. I like it when she relaxes, because it means I get to spend time with her. Like I said, Mom likes to play video games, and we hang out together a lot in the basement playing games on her old TV. Mom likes it down there, it’s a lot cooler than upstairs, and she says it’s more comfortable for her.

All this last Fall, it’s been like this. I get home from school, put my stuff away. I look around for Mom, but if I can’t find her, I know she’s down in the basement. She’s almost always in the same spot--relaxing on an old futon, wearing sweatpants and shirts of that stretchy stuff, her tummy taking up her entire lap. It’s been weird how big she’s been getting, her belly’s so big, it looks like she’s swallowed, like, five watermelons!

Dad told me to be nice and not say anything about it. He said Mom’s just gonna keep getting bigger until she has the babies, and it’s a good thing. I don’t know why he’s so worried about what Mom thinks, though. When she’s around me, Mom talks about how big she’s getting! She even jokes about it! I think Dad is just being silly.

Today is Friday, which means it’s the weekend. I love weekends! Dad isn’t so tired from work and plays with me, and Mom lets me stay up later so we can play games together.

This particular Friday’s no different. I got home and put my stuff away, then looked around for Mom. No sign of her, so I call out her name.

“I’m downstairs, Sweetie!”

I go downstairs, and she’s in the exactly where I thought she’d be, playing a side-scrolling beat ‘em up game. Beside her is a bag of filled with empty snacks, wrappers, and water bottles. Looks like she’s been grazIng all day again. She’s resting the controller on her belly while she plays, which is a pretty neat trick, I think. I certainly can’t do that!

Mom pauses the game and looks over as I come down the stairs. “How was school, Button?”

I shrug. School’s not really my thing. I learn stuff, sure, do enough to get by, but that’s it. I’d much rather play games!

Mom laughs. “You’re definitely my son. Wanna play some co-op with me?”

Like I said, best mom ever.

I clamber up on the futon beside her. I get comfortable, snuggling beside her. I’ve noticed Mom feels a lot… softer, these days, if that makes sense. Warmer, too! She’s like a miniature little heater, which might explain why she prefers it in the basement. I know I would, if I felt that hot. It’s actually kinda neat though, because after the basement gets chilly when the sun goes down, I just stay close to Mom, and I’m nice and warm.

I get things for her, in case she needs anything. She jokes I’m her little brown gopher. It’s mostly things like more snacks if we run out, but I try to be helpful in other ways. I know it’s getting harder for her to move around. I’ve felt how heavy her belly is, I’m impressed Mom gets around as well as she does with it! She says she’s gotten used to it, but I honestly don’t know how, not with how fast it keeps growing!

Mom hands me a controller, a juice box, and a bag of peanuts. I choose my character, and before long, she and I are smacking our way through a horde of baddies.

Hours fly by. We switch from game to game, sometimes playing together, sometimes just me watching. Mom likes RPG’s, and we take turns reading aloud what the characters say. She does the mare’s voices, I do the stallions. It’s kinda like playing pretend! I didn’t really like reading before, but that was only because I wasn’t all that good at it. But after I started watching Mom play RPG’s, I got a whole lot better!

It’s starting to get late, now, and I’m starting to feel drowsy. It doesn’t help that leaning up next to Mom is like leaning up next to a pillow. I try to keep my eyes open, but it’s getting harder to do.

“Excited to meet your brothers and sisters?” Mom suddenly asks me.

I hadn’t drifted off, I swear! “U-Um…” I’m interrupted by a yawn. “Yeah! You bet!”

Mom smirks that knowing smirk she sometimes gets. I think she’d felt my head resting against her, which pretty much only happens when I’m tired. The game was in the middle of a cutscene, one we’d both seen a dozen times.

She puts an arm around me, squeezing me in a gentle hug. “You know, when they’re born, you’re gonna have to show them how to play.”

I’m starting to feel drowsy again. Mom is so warm, and she’s talking to me in that soothing way that’s so familiar... “I can’t… *yawn*... erm… can’t wait…”

Mom adjusts herself on the futon, making it easier for her to support my weight. Thankfully, i’m not all that heavy. “You’re gonna be such a good big brother. I know it.”

My head’s leaning against her again, my ear pressed against her side. I can just barely make out the dull, rhythmic beat of her heart, slow and coaxing me off to sleep. “Yeah…”

Slam!

“I’m home, guys!” comes Dad’s voice from upstairs.

But I didn’t hear him. I’d already zonked out, my breathing slow and steady. Stealthily, Mom takes an old blanket from beside her and spreads it around me. She resumes her game, munching on some food while adjusting her sweatpants. When Dad comes downstairs,
he finds us both together, like he has so many other times.

When I wake up the next morning, I’m in my bed. I know that in a few months, things are going to be different with my new brothers and sisters, but I’ll always remember these moments Mom and I had, just her and me.

We’ll still always have video games to play together, and hopefully, if we’re lucky, some of my brothers and sisters will wanna play, too!

Leaders Tend to be Taller

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 Twilight slowly getting taller over time. As years pass, she overshoots Cadance, Luna, and even Celestia. Twilight is awkward and nervous about this at first, but she slowly comes to accept it. She grows to the size of a house with no sign of slowing down, and no one knows when (or IF) her growth will stop...

Contains: Feral, Macro, Growth, Giant Pony.

Leaders Tend to be Taller

Art by Goat Train

“Twilight!” said Cadance. “It’s been so long!”

Twilight stepped off the train, hugging her sister-in-law. “I know! It’s so great to see you!”

Cadance returned the hug. The last time they’d gotten together was last Hearth’s Warming, and they’d barely gotten a chance to talk—

Wait a sec.

Cadance stepped back from Twilight, looking her up and down. “Wow, Twilight… you um…”

Twilight put a hoof behind her head. No longer did she need to look up at Cadance to meet her eyes. Instead, Cadance was the one looking up at her.

“Yeah…” Twilight had on a forced smile, her wings fluttering at her sides. “It started about six months ago.”

Cadance couldn’t help but grin. “Ahhh! Just look at you! You look great!”

Most of the growth had been in her legs. Before, Twilight had had the same wider, more compact frame most ponies had. Now, she was starting to lengthen out, not quite looking so ‘average’ anymore.

The two of them walked off the Crystal Empire’s train platform and headed for the castle. “It’s been annoying,” Twilight grumbled. “None of my clothes fit anymore, and my balance is all out of whack. It’s like going through a second puberty!”

Cadance giggled. “Hopefully it won’t last that long. Have you talked to Auntie Celestia about it?”

“I did,” Twilight said. “She said that, from what she’s seen, it’s different for every alicorn. Her growth spurt didn’t kick in for twenty years after she ascended, but then it lasted the longest out of anyone else’s. She thinks it’s based on the amount of power the alicorn has.”

That sounded about right from what Cadance recalled. She was still waiting for hers to fully kick in. “Well, you’re a pretty powerful pony. Maybe you’ll wind up outgrowing all of us!”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “I hope not. It’s hard enough to get around on these wobbly stilts as it is! I don’t wanna know what it’d be to get much taller.”

“Oh, come on.” Cadance patted her with a wing. “It’s not so bad! Give it some time. You’ll get used to it.

Muttering, Twilight relented. “Maybe… Maybe.”

“Thanks for coming over, Luna!” Twilight said. “You and I don’t get to talk that much, do we?”

Luna calmly sipped at her tea. “Regrettably not. ‘Tis an unfortunate truth of being a ruler; one merely does not have that much spare time.”

They were in one of the sitting rooms of Twilight’s castle, munching on some snacks. There’d been a disturbance in the Everfree Forest from the Star Beasts, and Twilight had called Luna in for assistance and input.

Twilight glanced out one of the windows, her eyes lingering on the forest beyond. “I’m glad you were able to come so quickly. I didn’t want to hurt any of the beasts if I could help it.”

Luna nodded. “I thank you for exercising restraint. I’d sensed their unrest through the Dreamrealm, and was already on my way down to assist. Part of me was worried that you’d mistake the situation as the beginnings of a rampage and use force…”

Twilight shook her head. “No, no. And especially not when I’m still getting used to all this new power I have! All my internal measurements are out of whack right now, and until things settle down, I’m not gonna be doing any heavy lifting, if you know what I mean.”

Another three months later, and Twilight was still growing. She looked less like a gangly teenager, thankfully, and had started to get that regal poise the other alicorns had. Her frame had lengthened out to not look so compact, and the fat of her face had melted away. Her mane and tail were starting to shimmer, faint eddies of magic stirring within them.

Luna did know what Twilight meant. “It’d happened to herself when my own growth spurt started. My limits fluctuated by the day, steadily rising, but always uneven. I imagine it’s much the same with you.”

Twilight felt her cheeks grow warm. “The other day, I tried to boil water. Something I’d done a million times! I evaporated the water and melted the pot…”

That got a laugh out of Luna. “Yes... definitely hold off on the spells for now.”

Twilight sighed. Even though they were both sitting, she could tell she had a few inches over Luna. It’d been the first thing she’d noticed after the action had died down, and while Luna wasn’t perturbed, it was still a little jarring for Twilight.

“When it was happening with me,” Luna continued. “It felt as though there was a giddy feeling in my chest. A coil, like a spring, trying it’s hardest to break free. Does that ring any bells?”

Twilight’s eyes went wide. “YES! That’s exactly how it feels! It’s driving me nuts!”

Luna munched on a thin mint. “When that feeling subsides, I think you’ll be done growing. If right now you still feel it, and it doesn’t seem to be dying down…”

Twilight groaned. “It’s not dying down, it’s getting stronger…”

Luna chuckled. “Then I’d also hold off on refitting your regalia.”

“Reach out with your mind,” said Celestia. “Push as far as you can go.”

Twilight obeyed. Eyes closed, she explored the limits of her magical awareness, stretching away from her, away from the ground, through the sky, and beyond. She didn’t activate her magic, she just immersed herself in it, trying to plumb its depths.

“Good.” Celestia was watching Twilight carefully, monitoring her motions. She couldn’t help but preen with pride, seeing what her former student had become. “You’re now out of the atmosphere. There are two main entities you should be sensing the strongest. A hard, cool one, and a big, warm one. Feel them?”

Twilight felt a chill. “The Moon… and the Sun?”

“Yes.” Celestia was standing side by side with Twilight, guiding her efforts. “Keep your magic dormant, but get a feel for the Moon. Register it’s weight in your mind, it’s resistance.”

Twilight did just that. It was hard not to want to poke at it, though. From what she could tell, it didn’t seem all that heavy. She wasn’t sure why Celestia thought the moon would be resistant…

Oh. Duh.

“Okay,” said Twilight. “I think I got it.”

Celestia glanced up at Twilight. A pleasant change from interacting with most ponies, she had to say. Her eyes lingered on Twilight’s ethereal, flowing mane, it’s colors waving like her namesake. It didn’t look like Twilight was needing to focus all that hard for this. Not all that surprising; Celestia could feel the power flowing off of her.

“Now, push out farther,” said Celestia. “Leave the Moon behind, and follow the warmth of the Sun. You should feel it’s call. Listen to it.”

Twilight did. The heat of the Sun beckoned to her across the expanse of space, an orb of life that sustained their whole planet. As she neared its might, she was left in sheer awe of the power that the star contained.

“Wow…”

“It’s a bit intimidating the first time,” Celestia agreed. “Don’t worry, though, it moves pretty easily. It’s not stubborn like the Moon.”

Curious, Twilight called upon her magic. The Sun twitched in the sky, shunting to the left a few minutes.

“Don’t try right now!” Celestia said quickly.

Twilight remembered herself. “Whoops! Ah, erm… sorry.”

“Relax,” Celestia said. “Breathe in, breathe out. Feel the Sun. Explore it’s size, get a feel for it’s energy.”

Twilight obeyed. The Sun was fluid, it’s energy a thick and swirling, playing around her coyly.

“Very good, Twilight” Celestia said after a time. “I think it’s safe to say you could cover for Luna and me. Maybe we’ll take a vacation, and let you and Cadance handle things.”

Twilight opened her eyes. She glanced down Celestia, her expression pensive. “You… you really think we could fill in for you?”

Celestia smiled. Even as the most mighty and powerful of the alicorns, Twilight Sparkle was still Twilight Sparkle. “I really do.”

“Not that high!” a stallion called. “That ain’t in the plans, ya ninny!”

“Oh, piss off!” a second stallion snapped. “My supervisor told me to raise all the doorframes this much!”

Rarity and Rainbow Dash hesitated as they watched a pair of construction workers argue. It was a tad interesting to visit Twilight these days, what with all the renovations they were doing.

“What are they even arguing about?” Rarity whispered to Rainbow.

Rainbow shrugged with her wings. “Probably something stupid.”

They walked past the squabbling duo, entering the castle proper. It certainly was looking different than it first had. They were starting to feel like ants in here.

“Do you think that, erm…” Rarity said slowly as they entered the room with the Cutie Map. “This all might be a tad, overkill?”

Rainbow raised an eyebrow. She pointed to a picture hanging on the wall of the six of them, Twilight’s massive form looming over all of them.

“Right,” Rarity said faintly. “Stupid question. I suppose I just forget sometimes...”

Rainbow looked over at the seats surrounding the table, particularly at the enormous one that loomed over all of them. It had to be ten times the size of the others. “Not sure how you could.”

Rarity ignored that. “Where is Twilight, anyways? She’s usually prompt when the Cutie Map calls us.”

The ground began to shake. From the other side of the room, a set of thirty-foot doors opened slowly, and in walked Twilight Sparkle. Her ageless face looked sculpted out of marble, her long, thin neck like a swan’s. Her mane and tail glowed with untold power, bristling with ambient, alluring magic. The sheen of her fluffy coat was full and healthy, and her elegant legs allowed her a smooth, fluid gait. A smile was always on her face these days, and there was a glint in her eyes, a hint of the godly magic that dwelled within her.

“Hey, guys!” Twilight said cheerily. “Glad you could come. The Cutie Map’s got an assignment for you two.”

“Hey, Twilight!” Rainbow took wing and flew up so they could be eye-level. “Man, the weather up here is great, isn’t it?”

Twilight gave her a flat look. “I wish you’d stop making that joke.”

Rainbow stuck out her tongue. “Stop getting bigger, and I will.”

Twilight sized Rainbow up. “Maybe you all are just getting smaller, hmm? Did you ever think of that? Because that’s what it looks like to me.”

Rainbow laughed. She swooped around and landed on Twilight’s head, right beside her horn. “You’ll have to tell us when we start looking like breezies to you.”

Twilight smirked. The coiled, spring feeling was still in her chest, its energy still flowing through her. It hadn’t died down at all, and she was starting to wonder if it ever would.

“I definitely will, Rainbow,” said Twilight. “I definitely will.”

Beachside Belly Rubs

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: Spitfire, pregnant and on early maternity leave from the Wonderbolts. It’s a hot summer day, and she’s out on the beach, relaxing in the sun on a beach towel while getting a tan. She’s wearing a string tight thong that does nothing but emphasize her curves, her swelling teats on full display. Eventually, a teenage colt comes by, asking for an autograph. Spitfire obliges, but only if he’ll put some lotion on some of her harder to reach spots...

Contains: Feral, Pregnancy, Belly rubs.

Beachside Belly Rubs

Art by RusticPony

“E-Excuse me, a-are you, erm… are you S-Spitfire?”

Spitfire’s eyes came into focus. She wasn’t sure when she’d dozed off. Certainly hadn’t meant to, although that was kind of expected with sunbathing...

“Ahhh, nyup, nyup~” Spitfire stretched, smacking her lips. The sounds of splashing water and dull thuds of hooves in the sand greeted her, her whole body pleasantly warm from the dry summer heat. She raised her shades to see who’d asked her the question. A gangly colt, no more than a day over eighteen.

“In the flesh,” Spitfire said. “Can I do for ya?”

The colt gulped. His face was a furious mess of red, his wings twitching at his sides. “I didn’t mean to bother, ma’am, but I-I… I mean, could I… if it’s not too much trouble…”

He produced a quill and pad of paper from beneath his wing.

Spitfire snickered. Ah, yes, the Type-G fans: The timid and respectful ones. She didn’t mind these ones too much. They were endearing in small numbers.

“An autograph, eh?” Spitfire grinned. “Now why would you want a scribbling from lil’ old me?”

The colt scrunched up his face. “Because you all are so cool to watch! You guys must train a ton to do all that crazy stuff! I, erm… r-respect that a lot.”

Good answer. If he’d given her some stupid line like, ‘I think you’re a god,’ or whatever, she’d have told him to scram. Appreciation for what she did was flattering, but hero worship was creepy.

Spitfire grunted as she made to sit up. It was harder to do these days, thanks to the massive yellow orb her belly had turned into. She’d been prepared for most of the stuff that’d come with getting pregnant, but having the bump take up so much of her vision when she was on her back was weird.

“Ugh...” Spitfire laid a hoof on her womb, her hoof lingering on her stretched-out nub of a navel. Apparently, the little demons had fallen asleep, as well. The heat had probably mellowed them out like it did her. Guess they took after their momma. “Easy does it… alright, who am I making this out to?”

The colt’s blush grew. He bit his lip, a tiny moan escaping him. “U-Uhm…”

Spitfire raised an eyebrow. She watched the colt’s eyes drift to her fertile swell, her ample hips, and hefty teats wobbling in the noonday sun. She was at a pretty good view to see that he was at full mast, but even still, he made no effort to hide it. Either he was just that damn determined to get her autograph, or he was using it as an alibi.

A sneaky smile crept up on Spitfire’s lips. “What’s wrong, kid? You never seen a pregnant mare before?”

The colt’s eyes flew back up. “S-SORRY! Sorry… aw, man… I didn’t mean...”

“Hehe.” Spitfire adjusted her string bikini, shaking out her wings one at a time. “I suppose I can’t really blame ya. I make pregnancy look good, don’t I?”

The colt did his best impression of a bobblehead.

“Tell ya what.” Spitfire bad the colt a little closer. “I’ll give you an autograph, but in return, you’ve gotta do something for me.”

The colt cocked his head. “What?”

Spitfire tossed him a bright orange bottle.

“Put on a fresh layer,” she said. “And make sure to get alllllll over, alright? Don’t be shy. It’s hard for me to reach some spots these days.”

The colt’s eyes grew huge. “R-Really?”

Spitfire took his quill and notepad, jotting down her signature and cutie mark. “I expect an ace job, recruit.”

The colt stared at the bottle, which lay in the sand before his hooves. “Yes, ma’am…”

Spitfire eased herself back down while the colt knelt beside her. She slipped her shades back on, letting her eyes fall closed. She heard the sllllppppp of him squirting out some of the lotion, directly onto her belly.

“Yup. Just like that,” Spitfire relaxed, feeling his hooves tentatively touch her, then slowly grow more confident. He lathered the suntan lotion onto her womb, feeling her smooth, slick, stretched skin slide and shift.

“You’re due, erm... pretty soon, aren’t you?” the colt said.

“Mmhmm,” Spitfire said. “Bout six weeks, give or take. Bigwigs made me go on leave a bit early, though. They’re convinced I’m gonna pop early…”

The colt couldn’t blame them. Spitfire was huge, her belly alone over half his size. He’d heard rumors that she was pregnant with more than one, but they’d been just that, rumors.

“I saw you two months ago at the show in Canterlot.” A bit of yearning crept into the colt’s voice. “You didn’t perform, but you were interacting with the fans afterwards, wearing your Wonderbolt suit…”

Spitfire chuckled. “Liked that, eh?”

The colt put a little more pressure into his efforts. He rubbed more lotion onto her taut skin, covering her giant bump in a shiny sheen.

“I certainly couldn’t wear it right now,” Spitfire said. “I’ll tell you, it was a trick to get into it even then. Certainly didn’t leave much to the imagination.”

The colt wasn’t about to admit that the image of a massively-pregnant Spitfire in a skintight leotard had been the subject of his fap sessions ever since.

But then again, he didn’t need to.

“The team aerobics instructor was getting frustrated with me,” Spitfire continued. “He didn’t think I should be doing the same routine the team was doing, wanted me doing a lighter load. Think it was him that finally said something to top brass, but that’s fine. The time off’s a nice change.”

“A-Are…” the colt hesitated. “Are you gonna keep performing after you have the kids?”

Spitfire raised her head. “Kids? Who says I’m having more than one, eh?”

The colt backpedaled. “NO ONE! No one at all!”

Spitfire just stared, keeping up her poker face.

The colt relented. “Okay, everyone is. You have to be! It’s just no one’s sure exactly how many, and you haven’t said yourself...”

Spitfire decided to let him off the hook. “I suppose I am a little too big for it not to be kinda obvious… Not that some ponies mind seeing me get all big and full with a lotta foals, am I right?”

She swore, she almost heard his boner get harder.

“I guess it’s kinda what I get for not reading the profiles at the sperm bank all the way through,” Spitfire said with a sigh. “If I had, I’da noticed the guy I picked had a long, long family history of multiples. Combine that with my own family’s history, and… well... “

She gestured to her belly, a giant, fertile orb of life. It gently rose and fell with her breaths, fluttering with every little movement of her foals. Fluid, syrupy warmth coursed through her, a glowing contentment resounding with her soft smile. Being pregnant was an experience that hadn’t all been pleasant, but moments like this were definitely high points.

The colt’s voice grew low and sure. “I think you’re gonna be an awesome mom. No matter what you decide to do.”

Spitfire smiled. She was gonna be a mom soon, holding her children in her arms. She wasn’t entirely sure yet whether or not she’d be going back to active performances once the kids were born, but it definitely wasn’t impossible.

“...Hey, kid?” Spitfire said.

“Yeah?”

“What’s your address?” She tore out a page from his notepad, setting it aside for herself. “I’ll see if I can get you some cool Wonderbolts swag.”

Superfetation? More Like Ultrafetation

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: Princess Celestia is incredibly fertile. Every time she has sex with a stallion, she becomes pregnant with a new foal. This can happen even while she’s pregnant. If she’s already pregnant, the other foals halt in their gestation until the new foal catches up. Celestia greatly enjoys the feeling of being pregnant, so she waits until the last month of her latest pregnancy, then has sex with a new stallion to keep herself pregnant. Years go by with her becoming more and more pregnant, never actually giving birth.

Contains: Feral, Sex, Hyper Pregnancy.

Superfetation? More Like Ultrafetation

Art by Leovictor.

“Ah!” The stallion on top of her thrust into her over and over, his hips meeting hers with a meaty SLAP! Celestia arched her back more to give him a better angle, the tightness in her core building.

“Yes…” Celestia panted for breath, rivulets of sweat running down her face. “Yes!”

Her swollen belly swayed with his every thrust, heavy with two growing foals. Her foals. She still couldn’t believe it was real. She could feel them kicking, tiny little flutters racing through her, pressing against the walls of her womb.

The stallion—one of her older attendants—was standing on his tippy-hooves to mount her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear. He’d served her faithfully for so long… she didn’t want him to go. But if she couldn’t stop that, then maybe he could give her a little something to remember him by…

“Harder…” Celestia squeezed her muscles, clamping down on him. “Harder!”

The stallion obeyed. He bit down on her mane and pulled, causing her to scream out his name. The tight spring inside her was coiled SO tight now, all she needed was that little push.

“Tia…” The stallion whispered, licking and tugging her scruff. “My Princess…”

In her belly, she could feel it starting again. That warm, glowing, feeling of light, spreading out like fire through her veins. The foals inside her were slowing down, becoming more placid. Inside her, a new egg slipped into her fertile womb, glowing with strange magic.

The stallion’s thrusts became uneven and jerky. He moved in and out of her without hesitance, losing himself to his need. His balls were twitching, bloated with fresh seed, and with one final, mighty thrust, his cock flared inside her—

“AH!” The stallion came, his seed flooding Celestia’s willing tunnel. His cum splattered the sealed entrance of her womb, but then… phased right through it, as if the barrier were an illusion. Inside, his essence found Celestia’s glowing egg, seeding it thoroughly, the excess burning away.

Celestia felt it. She felt it ALL. The instant he impregnated her, her two other foals became enshrouded in a golden glow, not moving so much as an inch. Time stood still for them as their sibling-to-be took root, nestling in their mother’s nourishing womb.

“Mmm…” Celestia’s mane was hot and sticky, the flowing colors blending together. She turned her head to kiss her lover, their tongues dancing together. “Thank you, my dear… Thank you.”

The stallion hugged her tight, rubbing the sides of her taut belly. “Anything… for my Princess.”

Ten Months Later-

“You…” the young guard gulped. “You want me?”

Celestia beckoned him closer, her come-hither stare drawing him in. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. You can’t stop staring.”

The young guard didn’t deny it. His princess was a fertile goddess, her enormous belly almost as large as him. The way she walked with it was hypnotic—that round, gravid weight slowly moving, snugly tucked between her feathery wings. When he walked behind her, he got a full view of her hefty breasts, each one the size of his head, occasionally dripping with sweet-smelling milk.

“It’s just…” the young guard struggled to find words. “You’re… so beautiful…”

Celestia grinned. She laid back on her bed, stretching and letting him see everything. “Why, thank you. It’s good to know some of my new guards have such good taste.”

She knew everything about this young stallion—his lineage, his health, his performance. And to top it off, he got a boner every time she walked past him. All traits she could appreciate.

“I need your help, soldier,” Celestia said in a coy voice. “There’s something I’d like you to do, and only you can do it for me…”

The young guard was drooling. He ogled every aspect of her divine form--her ivory coat so pure, her fair, wise face, her wings so big and long, her mane and tail waving contrails of color. Her belly was definitely a contender for what he liked most, but that award went to her eyes. Piercing, deep, and calm, they were a striking color of magenta that made his heart skip a beat.

“Anything,” he murmured.

With a slow roll, Celestia moved onto her side. Her triplet-filled womb bounced a bit, the foals within safe and secure. She lifted her tail and presented her dripping cunny, fanning him with her scent.

“Make love to me,” she whispered. “I see that lust in your eyes, and I WANT it. Show it to me!”

The young guard had never been harder in his life. The scent of aroused mare washed over him, and he was drawn to it like a bee to honey. Carefully, he climbed up onto the bed beside her, then began nuzzling and peppering her with kisses, his throbbing cock wedged between them.

Celestia smiled. Yes, she knew she’d chosen well. He’d make her even bigger and fuller with child…

Ten and a half months later-

“Big Macintosh, wasn’t it?” Celestia said. “Well, I certainly see why you got the name.”

Big Mac’s stoic face betrayed nothing. He merely bowed before his Princess, his eyes glued to the floor.

Celestia examined him. He was a nice shade of red, with an impressive physique. He was also one of the tallest stallions she’d ever seen. His eyes about level with her chin!

“I’ve heard tell that you’re quite experienced with plowing fields,” Celestia said. She kept her voice calm, level, the same tone that always placated her little ponies. “I thought maybe you could help me with one.”

Big Mac hesitated. He dared look up a moment, his head cocked to the side. “Pardon?”

Celestia grinned. “You’re a farmer, aren’t you? I assume you’re quite experienced with seeding fertile fields.”

Big Mac raised an eyebrow. Either he was dreaming, or he’d stumbled into a bad porno movie. “Uh… yeah, I s’pose.”

Celestia bade him to rise. She could see the glint of recognition in his eyes, dubious, but there all the same. “I have a field that’s in need of a thorough plowing. I’ve been searching for a strong, capable stallion to do it for me, but I haven’t yet found a good fit. Perhaps you can be the one to fill the need…”

Big Mac could feel his loins twitching. His princess, a veritable goddess of maternity, was really asking him to…?

“Are you interested?” Celestia asked. She took his hoof and guided it to her gigantic barrel, letting him feel it’s warmth. The four foals within moved errantly, now all awake and not frozen in time that they were all caught up. They were all safe inside her, their constant twitches so exciting, ready to soon be born.

But there was no rush for that just yet…

Big Mac could now see the color in Celestia’s cheeks. She was panting, a hunger in her gaze that re-routed all the blood to his groin. His long, thick cock slipped out its sheath, it’s flat head already turning slick.

“Eeyup.” Boldly, Big Mac closed the distance, nuzzling Celestia’s long neck. “Just to warn ya, though—when an Apple plows a field, we plow it good. Ya might wind up gettin’ more than ya bargained for…”

Celestia shivered. She buried her nose in his mane, inhaling deep his scent. He smelled like sweet straw, and just from his nuzzling, she could feel the power, the strength in his corded muscles. “I’ll take you up on that.”

Big Mac chuckled. “Don’t say I didn’t warn ya.”

Nine Months Later-

“Luna,” Celestia called. “LUNA!”

No response. Either her sister hadn’t heard, or she was busy with something.

“Damn it…” Grunting, Celestia struggled to her hooves, every step a challenge. Her bulbous, burgeoning womb grazed the floor with every step, quickly leaving her a winded mess.

Somehow, she made it to her desk. Stupid enchanted scrolls couldn’t be summoned with magic, and it was annoying as all Tartarus. Grumbling under her breath, Celestia pulled out an ink and quill and began to write.

Spike-

Please pass this letter along to Big Macintosh. Thank you.

Celestia paused to cast a quick enchantment. Now, the rest could only be read by one other pony.

Mac-

Thank you very much for the latest shipment of non-alcoholic cider. It was delicious, and it was just the thing to satisfy my cravings. The—

THUMP!

“GAH!” Celestia felt like she’d been punched in the gut. A noticeable bulge in her belly had stretched out, shaped in the form of a hoof.

“Little gremlins,” Celestia said. Gingerly rubbing her side, she continued.

—foals are doing well, and we’ve at last narrowed down how many there actually are.

Celestia took a moment to collect her thoughts. She still couldn’t quite believe this herself, but to be fair, he HAD warned her.

Seven. You got me pregnant with SEVEN foals, Mac. They’re all strong, able-bodied things, too. They keep using my insides as a punching bag!

Celestia rubbed her temples. She stymied her anger, looking down at the stretched, engorged sphere that was her womb. She could only just envelop the whole thing with her wings. It was the size of two full-grown stallions, her eleven children soon ready to enter the world.

To answer the first of your earlier questions—that’s entirely up to you. If you wish to come up here to Canterlot to be with the kids, that can certainly be arranged. There’s a small plateau on the mountainside that I Lulu and I could work to make into a farmland, perhaps that would be to your liking.

Celestia’s thoughts wandered to the other four fathers of her children. Their responses had been varied, but they were under no obligation to ‘take responsibility’. She was quite fine with raising them all herself.

As for the second question… It’s been some time since I’ve taken a consort. You’d be the first in four hundred years, and it would be life changing for you. Are you sure you’re able to handle that?

Celestia closed her eyes. For a few minutes, she lost herself in the warmth blooming in her body, the contentment that pulsed out from her womb. It was laced with a pleasant tingling—anticipation for what was to come.

Think hard on this, Mac. I care deeply for you, and I don’t want you to feel forced into a decision. Being with me comes with a price. You’re smart, my sweet. Don’t be blinded by love.

Focusing, Celestia summoned forth a small, white box. In it were a collection of phoenix feathers, warm to the touch and smelling like burning wood. She placed one of these inside the scroll, attaching it to the side.

In either case, I wish you well. I look forward to your reply.

-Tia

True Fertility Goddess

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: Sequel to previous snippet. Princess Celestia and Big Mac (or Prince-Consort Macintosh if you’re the stuffy type) are happily wed. They managed to go their first few years without trying for more kids, but Celestia’s status as a fertility goddess and Mac’s desire for a bigger family can’t be denied forever. They finally have one night of passion without any inhibitors, resulting in Celestia becoming pregnant with an even greater number of children.

But Mac and Celestia aren’t about to abstain for eleven-plus months. They use contraception to try and prevent Celestia from getting any more pregnant, but not even the most powerful spells and alchemy are foolproof against a goddess of fertility, not to mention her increasingly-healthy, hyper-virile, and growing mate. Celestia becomes pregnant again and again despite their best efforts, but this just delights them even more, for not only will they now have more children (and Celestia will be pregnant for even longer) it's starting to look like nothing can contain their growing power and potency...

True Fertility Goddess

Picture by NSFWBonBon

“Mmmm...” Celestia stretched out on her luxurious bed. She made no effort to stop Mac from rolling her onto her back, nor from him straddling her best he could. His warm smile never failed to make her heart flutter, that glint in his eyes sending a shiver up her spine. He swooped down to steal a kiss before moving south to run his velvety-soft muzzle along her neck.

Celestia nickered. The hot, heavy scent of her estrus was intoxicating, even to her. She could feel Mac’s thick cock dripping onto her belly, his every touch making that fire inside her burn hotter. He was a large stallion in every way—even larger due to her power passively giving him some… enhancements, but even with him now truly living up to the nickname “Big Mac”, she was still the larger pony. She was the goddess of the sun, after all, the Eternal Mother, the Lifegiver.

For too long, those titles had been relics of the past...

Mac explored every inch of his wife’s luscious curves. Her swan-like neck, soft, white coat, her fluffy chest, her flat, toned barrel, her wide, wide foalbearing hips. She smelled like vanilla and honey—a scent burned in his mind since they’d first met years ago. She was always so healthy and warm, her soothing presence enveloping him like a blanket he never wanted to take off.

He nuzzled his way back up her body and pressed his forehead to hers, their gazes locked and ready. They’d had sex countless times since they’d first met, but there were no contraceptives this time. Celestia could feel her body responding, tingling and burning hot, and she made no effort to stop what they both wanted. That realization alone was enough to fuel the flames even more, and from there the dam broke at last, their hungry lips meeting, eager sexes joining.

There was no moaning, no yelling, no loud noises, no calling of each others’ names. Mac and Celestia were silent, for they’d taken each other’s breath away. The only sound was the faint schlick of her marehood swallowing inch after inch of his virile size. In no time at all Mac was hilted in her tight, wet softness, and when he glided out, the emptiness gnawed at Celestia so much she almost screamed—

Then Mac pushed back in, and he stole her breath again. He was rendered mute as well thanks to her blissful tunnel squeezing and rippling around him, so hot and slick it was all he could do not to go over the edge. He buried himself inside her a second time, his hips pressing gently against hers before pulling out once more. Then he thrust a third time, pushing back and forth in a slow, easy rhythm that was like an unstoppable force of nature. Celestia panted for breath as Mac made love to her, her regal face enraptured by his every effort. She buried her face in his shaggy, straw-colored mane, his sweet, earthy scent tinged with sweat and need. His great muscles were like iron, bristling and bulging with delicious strength, yet he was gentle as a feather with her, merely leaning into his thrusts until he was hilted all the way.

They went on like that for some time. Mac and Celestia savored the tender silence in their grand bedroom, keeping on when others would’ve peaked long ago. They couldn’t get enough of each other, their breaths swirling and mixing, their noses flaring and eyes shining bright. The colors of Celestia’s mane were fuller and deeper than they had been in centuries, and ponies swore she was becoming grander and more radiant by the day, enveloping all of Equestria in her blessed light. Mac was larger and stronger than any stallion in Equestria, his great power and size leaving no question whether or not he was worthy of the Sun. He could silence others with a single word, cool tempers with ease, and while he was by no means a scholar, his wisdom was far beyond his years.

Mac eventually started to go a hair faster. His hips jerked and stuttered, Celestia’s name always on his lips. His face was twisting, the pressure in his loins getting too tight to control, his burgeoning nuts swelling larger with Celestia’s magic. She pulled him into an open-mouthed kiss, their tongues meeting like they had so many times before. Their inner fires burned as one, fierce and frenetic, and at last they peaked one after the other, blooms of great warmth flowing into Celestia’s depths again and again.

She knew Mac had gotten her pregnant. She could already feel the familiar sensations, the river of light trickling and burning bright deep in her core. Her eyes rolled back as he pumped her full, his thick, hyper-potent gift flooding her depths with life. Seven was a paltry number to what he’d give her this time, and already she could hear the laughter of colts and fillies ringing in her ears.

A short while later, he made her a mother again.

Then a third time right after, followed by a fourth, fifth, and sixth.

The seventh and eighth happened while he was still making love to her, for her womb was now filled to the brim. Her powers of fertility were truly awakening now, and when he came inside her once more, the total rose to thirteen.

Celestia’s and Mac’s hearts were singing. They held nothing back, their sweaty bodies entwined and eager as ever. Their lovemaking was always gentle, but that just made the peaks more intense… a fact that was proven when Mac’s final climax resulted in seven more sons and daughters. His stamina gave out after that, but he still remained inside while nestled in her embrace, his seed sealed so well that after they went to sleep, another five were added to the count.

And it was just the beginning...

***

Two Months Later-

Celestia pranced down an empty castle hallway, her musical laughter echoing off the ancient stone and glass. Mac chased after her with a wide grin, always hot on her heels, but never quite catching her. She looked back and meeped at how close he was, but that just made her giggle all the more, putting on a burst of speed right as he made to nip her rump.

She made a hard turn right and dashed up a set of stairs leading up to the southern tower. Mac smirked and chased after her without fail, climbing until she galloped through a set of wide wooden doors. Their hooves clacked loud on weathered stone as the cool mountain air greeted them, and Mac had only a moment to take in his surroundings before he had to avoid crashing into Celestia.

They were in the southern aviary. The staff had finished cleaning and restocking, but the messenger birds hadn’t been moved back in. All was quiet and spotless in the drafty tower heights, the smell of fresh-cut straw and washed stone faint in the air.

Mac took slow steps towards Celestia. His coat and mane were windswept, but otherwise dry and clean. “All that runnin’ through half the castle, and I ain’t tired one bit. Guess you were right about about that whole ‘empowerment’ business.”

Celestia bit back a moan. That hunger in Mac’s face never failed to make her wings flutter, his greedy eyes wandering all over her. He stared especially long at the baby bump rounding her barrel, already looking like she was six months pregnant. Her eyes drifted to his barrel in turn...

“We prolly should be careful.” Mac brushed past Celestia, his grown-out tail dragging along her side. “If I’m gettin’ more… capable, I could knock ya up even more. Certainly wouldn’t want that.”

Celestia’s legs threatened to buckle. She widened her stance, her colorful tail flagging, Mac’s teasing touch brushing along her marehood. “W-We certainly don’t... We’re a-already having… h-h-having ssssoooo... manyyyyy…”

Mac had just kissed between Celestia’s shoulder blades. He ran his lips down to where her coat mixed with her feathers, where the thin, sensitive down made her squirm.

“I’m sure a quick romp ain’t gonna do nothin’,” he said. “Protection’s held up so far, right? What’re the odds I just reached a new level or somethin’, and I wind up putting another dozen foals in ya—”

Celestia glomped him into a hay pile.

***

Three Months Later-

The rumors had been abound, of course. A fertility goddess may be immune to symptoms like morning sickness, moodswings, and migraines, but the staff knew what quirks a pregnant Celestia displayed. Cravings for certain foods, an even more prominent maternal air, a drastic rise in her magic and overall power. She’d been showing all these signs and more the past months, and combined with her starting to ‘show’ in general, she and Mac had relented and made the announcement.

“Ugh.” Celestia closed the door to her and Mac’s penthouse. She shucked off her regalia and put a hoof on her gravid belly, packed and teeming with life, its burgeoning shape a constant comfort despite it all. Most hadn’t understood when she said she was twelve weeks along with quadragintaplets, so in the press conferences following, she’d been saying the number, instead.

“Three weeks later, and they’re all still asking the same questions.” Celestia ran a hoof down her face. “Yes, my little ponies, I’m pregnant with forty foals. Goddess of Fertility, remember?”

She typically had to repeat it three or four times during a conference. The shock was expected, but the issue was the attendees kept getting distracted by her immense, motherly paunch. Already at twelve weeks, her pear-shaped barrel was so large it brushed past her knees, bulging eight inches out from her frame on each side. She swelled larger and larger every day to her and Mac’s delight, and not only was she thriving, she could feel other changes setting in, as well. Her joints were relaxing, her teats were filling out nice and full, her thighs were piling on muscle and healthy fat, and her snow-white coat was so bright it was almost blinding. Her calm, patient poise drew ponies to her like moths to a flame, and she was regaining a strength, stamina, and vigor she hadn’t had in centuries.

Celestia glanced around her home. Mac was nowhere to be found, but before she could think more on that, her nose was assailed by a smorgasbord of scrumptious smells. She hummed and made for the kitchen on autopilot, her measured steps holding that slow, heavy grace. Sure enough, she was greeted by a feast fit for multitudes, a slew of covered food trays stretched out before her.

She didn’t even sit down. She just started pulling off lids and dug in without pause. She didn’t take note of what she was eating, didn’t bother savoring the taste, she barely even chewed at all. She inhaled everything like a living vacuum, her grumbling, gnawing hunger spurring her on. She downed whole pitchers of apple juice, devoured platters of apple fritters, slurped up bowls of applesauce, ate loaves of apple bread with zapapple jam, snarfed down apple cobblers, glugged down apple-cinnamon cider, chomped through apple turnovers, and binged herself on apple pies. Nothing safe from her rampage, not a single apple spared. She ate everything on the table then started in on an assortment of raw apples on the counter: golden delicious, fuji, honeycrisp, gala, pendragon—

She realized Mac was watching her by the fridge.

Celestia stopped mid-bite. “Oh! There you are. This was all you, I’m assuming? Thank you so much!”

Mac didn’t reply. He was clad in an old, worn apron, his legs, chest, and neck flecked with flour and sugar. He was watching her with an odd grin and bright, hungry eyes.

“I-I, uh…” Celestia blushed. “It really hit the spot, you know. The babies… erm, r-really do love apples! Not that that’s surprising, of course... They are yours, after all.”

Mac grinned even wider. He pulled off his apron and went to her, never losing that strange look. His ruby tongue ran along his lips, his gaze glued to her beautiful face...

Celestia didn’t know why, but she wasn’t expecting him to kiss her. She almost pulled away on impulse, but he cupped her head in his hooves and leaned in farther. She relaxed with a purr and welcomed his familiar touch, her great wings spreading to around him like a cloak to press his chest to hers.

“Mmmm...” Celestia sucked on his lower lip, his shaggy fetlocks stroking her withers. “I missed you, too.”

Mac kissed her again. His hooves wandered south to stroke her thick womb—tight and firm, yet squishy with a bit of give. Its swirling, syrupy warmth never failed to make them smile, their growing family safe and sound.

Celestia whickered. She could feel how eager he was, his corded neck pulsing, his tense muscles ready to spring. “You know I love it when you cook... Even when I’m eating for forty-one, you give me all I can eat and then some.”

Mac chuckled. “I feel better knowin’ you and the kids are getting your fill. Been thinking I’mma start cooking dinner on the regular.”

Celestia nibbled on his ear. “I won’t say no to that. First the kitchens start spoiling me, and now you, too? We’re going to have such big, strong, healthy babies...”

Mac licked the crumbs off Celestia’s chin. “I been thinkin’ about ya all day. Was tempted to come and whisk ya away for lunch...”

“Oooh, you should have.” Her wings lingered and stroked Mac’s cutie marks, his rippling muscles like solid stone. “Just think, I might’ve been able to announce you’d got me even more pregnant. Now that would’ve been a fun press conference—”

She was cut off by Mac groaning and grinding on her. His strong hooves dug into her wing joints, the urge to rear roaring loud in his mind. Celestia’s tail hiked up high, and she suddenly found that spring in her core was tightening, fast. She fondled Mac’s watermelon-sized balls with magic, the hefty orbs tripled in size since they’d first conceived, so dense, fat, and productive. He was so virile it’d broken all records, and that potency was still skyrocketing, his smooth, burgeoning sack millimeters from his knees.

Celestia teleported them to the bedroom. They moved together to spoon on the bed, groping and kissing, Mac dry humping her like mad. He sucked on her neck and aligned his hips, a touch of her magic guiding him into place, Celestia murmuring his name and urging him on. His flat, spongy tip left a slick streak on her pregnant belly, and his length was snugly wedged between her swelling breasts. He’d gotten so big he needed help to fit inside her, but she was one step ahead of him, spreading her outer lips wide with more magic...

Mac stuffed his cock inside her hot, snug depths. A wonderful hiss escaped him, and Celestia echoed him just as loud, guiding him to rub her thick, supple skin. He sank into her little by little, his every thrust claiming more and lubing his path. His medial ring squeezed inside with a wet SCHLICK that made them both blush, and that was when Celestia started bearing down in time, the faintest of flutters resounding within.

Celestia’s eyes rolled back. All the stress and tension of the day faded, banished by her husband’s touch, sounds, strength, and need. Perhaps it was his enthusiasm, perhaps it was pregnancy hormones, or perhaps it was something else entirely. But regardless, by the time their hips met and he was making love to her proper, Celestia’s own inner fire was burning hot as his, her voice cracking and quivering with stilted cries.

“M-More…” Celestia traced the faint crease going up her barrel. “Mac, I w-want… more... ”

Her silky soft walls bore down on him, squeezing and rippling in an attempt to keep him inside. Mac snorted like a bull and matched her fervor, buzzing her clit every time she managed to trap him. Back and forth like that they went, sometimes Mac gaining the advantage, and sometimes her, but neither one of them giving up long, driven and desperate with desire.

Mac could feel Celestia’s heart racing. He went fast and fierce as a wolf in short spurts, his hips sinking into her cushy butt over and over. When they stopped their lips would meet again, eyes closed and tongues lazy, their noses flaring as he lay hilted in her. But then Mac’s need would overflow and he’d start up again, and Celestia would swoon like a schoolfilly, jets of sparks falling from her horn.

More. That was the word she’d said. Mac loved it when she said that, her honeyed voice dripping with desire. That yearning they shared, that empty, lonely longing… they could fill it at last. The family he’d always wanted was within his grasp now—all he had to do was reach out and take it, claim it for his own! He could feel something resonating inside him now, an itching deep inside, and when he poured all his focus into scratching it...

Mac felt a rumble deep inside. A surge of white-hot power pumped through his veins, filling him with an incredible rush of heat and light. His skin felt warm and pliable, his muscles and tissue stretching, his bones tingling with untold amounts earth pony magic. He had just enough time to flinch before an inner force began flaring in quick bursts, one after the other, again and again.

“A-Ah…” And here Mac had been thinking he couldn’t get any harder. Pleasure raced through him with every burst, pulsing each time his hips met Celestia’s plush rear. He tried to say something, to tell Celestia he’d give her all she wanted, but all that came out was a lusty grunt. The need overcame him then, and he continued to take her faster than ever, his heavy thrusts pushing him up farther and farther up her back, her pussy feeling tighter by the second—

Celestia’s eyes shot open. It wasn’t her imagination—Mac’s shaft was swelling, his size spreading and filling her even more! His growing frame was lengthening behind her, his scarlet legs encircling and creeping around her soft coat, his increasing weight sinking further into the bed! She could feel his magic building, his musky scent getting stronger, his overfilled nuts getting bigger and denser!

Her sudden peak ambushed her out of nowhere. Celestia shuddered in Mac’s embrace, flying high in a white sky of fireworks that went on forever. Soon Mac could rest his head on her shoulder while rutting her with ease, and still his herculean muscles continued to expand around her maternal form. His hot breath and soft lips rose up her neck little by little, and by the time his stuttering thrusts were at their height, she was able to feel the rivers of light flowing within her womb—

Then all she felt was heat. Powerful, syrupy, lifegiving heat, all pumped into her tunnel through a boiling rod of steel. Torrents of virile seed surged up Mac’s shaft to erupt inside Celestia, her silky depths flooded with long viscous ropes that, instead of spilling out of her, ghosted into her most sacred place to make her belly throb. She cried out Mac’s name and peaked again, her whole body shining with golden light, the familiar feeling lancing through her like it had so many times before.

“YES!” Celestia’s taut paunch shone the brightest of all. A cluster of glowing motes was already there, and there was nothing to stop all seven from merging with Mac’s seed. Seven divine bursts went off that enshrouded the other foals in stasis, Celestia’s voice cracking as the bursts spread to empower her further, making her greater in every way!

The seven new zygotes scattered like pool balls to embed in her nourishing walls. Celestia was pregnant with forty-seven now, yet her desire still burned bright as Mac’s. A second, greater cluster formed inside her, and they kissed as he gave her twelve more. A third cluster grew their family by another twenty, a fourth cluster by twenty-nine, the fifth by forty-two… the numbers kept on rising! Celestia’s ovaries were bulging, clusters pouring into her womb like waterfalls. Mac’s nuts were bottomless, his humongous, gushing cock claiming every last cell she gave. Her godly power was rising beyond measure, yet she never encountered a limit—she just kept getting stronger… and stronger...

Mac could see Celestia’s golden magic even through closed eyes. He could feel her warmth rising, her distended barrel throbbing, her echoing voice pulsing all around them. The energy in the air was palpable, and he could just imagine tiny lights coming to be, each cluster larger than the last, all waiting for him! He buried his head in Celestia’s sweaty mane and gave her everything he had, his hips pressed to hers ever-harder, resetting her pregnancy and fathering first dozens, then hundreds!

Perhaps today’s press conferences had been dull, but tomorrow’s certainly wouldn’t be...

***

One Month Later-

As of today, Celestia had been pregnant for six months.

Not six months pregnant, mind you. It was more accurate to say six months ago, she and Mac had conceived the first of their unborn children. Most had come to understand why they made that distinction, but it did give rise to new questions... such if that had any correlation to her and Mac’s recent, erm… ‘changes’.

Celestia hummed to herself while tending to a large skillet on the stove. It was a delightfully warm and clear morning, the kind where you’d expect the local parks to be quite busy. Not that she was planning on going to any parks herself, but if her schedule had been free and the right creature asked, she might very well say yes.

“That should take the edge off.” She lifted the last apple cinnamon pancake in her magic and added it to the several-dozen tall stack on the counter. She didn’t need to eat at all due to her link to the Sun, but arcano-nuclear energy didn’t do much for pregnancy cravings. She looked to Mac at the kitchen table, unsurprised to find him still jerking off to the sight of her. “Did you want anything?”

Mac licked his lips. He leaned farther back on his haunches, his enormous, glistening length now so large he could suck it himself. “Aside from you?”

Celestia chuckled. She patted her round, colossal belly, so large it touched the floor while bulging a foot and a half out from her sides. It’s soothing heat banished even the chills of old age, and her flawless skin was like a drum, her thick, fluffy coat making her seem even bigger.

“I’ve felt six new ones over the few last minutes.” Celestia lifted her shimmering tail to show that their morning lovemaking was still bearing fruit, her tight, pliable marehood still slick with his pearly seed. “Oooh, and there’s another one…”

“Mmmmmf…” Mac stroked his cock faster. His gargantuan nuts had gotten so big they overflowed his lap, their gurgling contents more plentiful and potent than ever. “Th-That lactation spell… I been watchin’ your breasts...”

Celestia smirked. She could feel that as well—the delicious, fluid pressure of her teats swelling larger by the minute. Full, perky, and soft, her breasts were already larger than her head, their supple white flesh—

Her nipples sputtered and sprayed out streams of creamy milk.

“Oops!” Celestia laughed at the splatter hitting her legs. “Seems I put little too much into the spell.”

Mac’s eyelid twitched. “Tia~”

Celestia giggled. She came over to the table with her ‘snack’ of pancakes, her awkward, waddling gait slow and gentle. She made no comment as Mac rose and approached her heart-shaped rear, his great head dipping lower and lower until he was nuzzling her hefty breasts. His barest touch made them each spray out another stream, and Mac could actually feel the milk flowing as it rushed out, the magic tingling and buzzing within.

Celestia started in on the pancakes while Mac had a snack of his own. She hummed at the feel of his smooth lips sucking, his lewd smacks and pops spaced between his long pulls. He guzzled her sweet milk while she devoured pancake after pancake, taking huge bites and hardly chewing as it all fed into her bottomless stomach.

She was still eating by the time Mac had gotten his fill. The magic was such she could feel her breasts growingeven while he’d been nursing, but whether he’d noticed or not was hard to say. She’d guessed they’d swelled another cup size between him drinking and moving on to other parts of her, so if that hadn’t been enough, perhaps she could ‘accidentally’ put more power into the spell next time...

Mac ran his cheek along his wife’s haunch and flank. Her coat was bright and shiny, her mane and tail colors so vivid they seemed to glow. He felt locked in a tiny cage he could break out of with a simple flick of his head. “H-How many… d’you th-think… you’re carryin’ right now?”

Celestia paused between bites to give him a smoldering look. “More than when we woke up, less than I will be in a few minutes.”

Mac moaned. He peppered her cutie mark in kisses before pressing his forehead to it. His strong hooves fondled her foalbearing hips, his three foot stallionhood dripping non-stop. “Y-You are… nnngh... the most… snkkttt… th-the mossssst…”

Celestia hummed. She massaged his cock with magic, pumping slow while he worshipped her motherly form. He nuzzled his way up her belly’s slope, its billowing, laden shape heralding such wonderful things and symbolizing their love. He kissed and rubbed her sensitive skin in gentle circles while whispering sweet nothings, and he could always hear the beat of Celestia’s powerful heart, resounding through her body—

The lusty fire Mac had been stoked peaked at last. But his hips met only air as he came in Celestia’s grip, his muscles locking up to fire off loads upon loads of his essence. He screwed his eyes shut and buried his face in Celestia’s side, his only sound a muffled grunt while streaks of white—

Whummmm!

Celestia caught Mac’s essence in her aura. She didn’t let any land on the floor, instead she funneled the thick strands into her marehood to ghost into her deepest place. A shudder escaped her as familiar blooms of thick warmth flowed in generous payloads, but even with such quick thinking, she wasn’t sure if—

Celestia’s form shone with blinding light. Multitudes of tiny motes leapt forth to merge with the first strand of seed alone, and an even greater amount formed to merge with the second. The motes increased a third time to meet Mac’s third gift, and it just kept on going, Celestia soon getting pregnant with thousands at a time!

“More…” Celestia’s voice thundered with the power of creation. “MORE!

And more she received. She teleported Mac on top of her with barely a thought, burying his divine cock in her wet confines even while he was still in the throes of orgasm. That’s when Mac really started to give it to her, his equally insatiable desire pushing them to conceive even greater numbers!

And so it went on, and on, and on. In fact, some say Big Mac is still getting Celestia pregnant, even to this day.

Growing Into Her Title

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: Dragon Lord Ember, being given offerings by dragons, growing larger every time one of them gives her something. She’s already larger than her father, and still growing.

Contains: Feral, Growth, Macro.

Growing Into Her Title

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“Hail, Dragon Lord Ember!” a silver dragon said. He approached the throne of the Dragon Lord, landing in the quarry around it. “I bring you a tribute to celebrate your ascension!”

Ember, who’d been lounging on the throne, looked down at the dragon. He was the largest dragon who’d visited her so far, about the size of a small hill.

To her, he looked like a wyrmling.

“Oh?” Ember said. Even speaking softly, her booming voice carried far out into the quarry and wastes beyond. She still was trying to get used to that. “Ahem… What is it?”

The silver dragon held out his claw. In his palm was a single, solitary gem, twinkling with an eerie glow. “This is a maria diamond,” he said. “A gem of the moon itself! Long, long ago, my mate and I performed a service for Theskathur, and in gratitude, she graced us with three of these priceless gems. One I keep in my hoard, the other is buried with my beloved, and the last, I give to you now.”

He muttered a spell, and the tiny gem floated out of his palm. Immediately, it began to shine with soft, lunar light, washing over Ember with a cool feeling on her scales.

“May Frostbringer guide you with her holy light, Dragon Lord,” said the silver dragon. “I believe your reign will be wise and true.”

Ember felt a pleasant chill. The tiny gem emitted so much light—no, not light, she realized… starlight. It was soothing and calm, sweeping over her like waves in a sea. Shivering, Ember gulped and called out to the gem, it’s light reflecting in her eyes.

“Are you sure?”

The silver dragon chuckled. “Your consideration convinces me all the more. Take it, my Lord. It’s yours with my blessing.”

Ember gulped. The gem was so small to her, she could balance it on her pinky claw. Silently, she accepted it as part of her hoard—

“Ohhhhh…” Ember felt it, that tingly rush, starting at her claws and creeping up her form. She began to swell, her legs lengthening, her muscles groaning as they surged in size, every aspect of her body growing bigger. The crag started to shift from her increasing weight, the stone cracking with loud CRACKS!

The rockface crumbled more and more, making Ember slide down farther into her throne. Well, it wasn’t really a throne anymore. To her, it was more like a stepstool. She kept her tail wrapped around herself to not thrash too much, but she couldn’t help but stretch out her limbs, her claws raking the stone as they claimed more space…

The silver dragon took wing, politely getting out of the way. Ember was the twelfth Dragon Lord he’d served under, he’d seen it all before. Although... not quite to this magnitude. The quarry surrounding the Dragon Lord’s throne was usually more than large enough to accommodate the current leader, but with Ember...

Ember sighed happily as the growth subsided. She opened her eyes, refocusing on her now considerably smaller subject. He looked like a toy to her. “Your tribute is a generous one. You have my thanks.”

Ah, dammit. Now she’d have to learn how to speak MORE quietly.

The silver dragon very nearly laughed. In all his years, he’d never had a Dragon Lord that showed any kind of gratitude. Already, the relations with the Equestrians were bearing fruit, just like Theskathur had hoped.

“Soar long, my Lord.” He flew away, his spirits high for the future.

Ember yawned. She looked around the meager quarry, then at her ‘throne’. Pathetic. A few more offerings like that, and she’d be able to use it as a sex toy! Beyond, there were a few more petitioners waiting for an audience, no more than colorful specks to her.

But they were her colorful specks, and NO ONE was going to take them from her.

“Father?” Ember raised her voice. “FATHER!”

Her voice was so loud it was heard across half the Dragonlands. The waiting dragons squawked at covered their ears, grumbling in pain.

Ember blushed. “Whoops. Erm… sorry…”

There was a brief, echoing silence as Ember waited, picking boulders out of her claws. She heard out a few more of the petitioners, most of them silly disputes about territory and hoards. The concepts of friendship were proving… difficult to employ, but slowly but surely...

A moment later, Ember saw a speck on the horizon. The speck grew and grew, flying towards her. Soon, she could feel the disturbance of air, and her father Torch flew in with a whirlwind, his massive form causing the other dragons to scatter.

Well, massive to everyone else, anyway. He was about the size of a small dog to her.

“Yes, Dragon Lord?” Torch said. “What is it?”

Ember sighed. “I have a problem.” Slowly, she stood up to her full height, towering over anything and everything around. The throne of the Dragon Lord barely came up to her knees, practically a sand castle to her. Her mighty tail was like a redwood, swaying dangerously behind her like a titanic battering ram, and her colossal claws were the size of houses.

Torch’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks. His daughter, once barely the size of his pupils, was now approaching the size of a mountain! “Yes... I see that.”

Ember floated the maria diamond in her magic, soaking in its light. Another quick tingle swept through her, and she shot up a few more feet with a grunt. “I think I might have to hold court somewhere else.”

Torch scratched his chin. “...maybe. Or we could just expand the quarry? It wouldn’t be hard to smash out some more space for you.”

Ember frowned. “Not with the sea so close by. It might flood in.”

Torch conceded the point. “Somewhere else, then. We shouldn’t decide on anywhere permanent, though. Not until you finish growing.”

Ember winced. “And when will that be?”

Torch glanced behind them. There were still several dragons around, many holding various kinds of treasure. He’d also heard news that the great wyrms of the south would be coming next week, also likely bearing gifts. And then the Equestrians were coming the week after, Theskathur and Theskafar among them, visiting for the first time in millennia...

“Let’s just go farther into the wastes,” Torch said. “Find you somewhere where you won’t fall into the sea. We’ll worry about everything else later.”

Ember sighed. Already, she could feel eddies of power extending out to her, the treasures waiting to be added to her hoard. For dragons, a powerful leader meant a powerful nation, so it was customary for all dragons to provide gifts on a new Lord’s coronation.

At the rate Ember was growing, she was going to need a few square miles of space, at least.

“Ahem…” Ember lowered her voice to a thundering whisper. “Yes, that’s probably wise.”

She crouched and spread her gigantic wings, each one rivalling the size of a city block. With a pointed look to everydragon around, she gave them time to clear the area. Once they had, her father flew up and landed atop her back, careful not to poke her with his horns.

“Hold tight,” she said. Ember leapt high, HIGH into the air, the downdrafts of her wings creating gale-force winds. She rose into the clouds as she flew out into the Dragonlands, looking for a better place to hold court.

Torch allowed himself a rare smile. He was the size of a castle, and yet, he was perched atop his daughter’s back, as if he were a hatchling. A swell of pride rose in his chest as he beheld his daughter. Dragon Lord Ember, mightiest of the dragons.

“If only your mother could see you...”

Well, That's One Way to Do It

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: Nightmare Moon has just unbirthed Twilight Sparkle, now looking hugely gravid. She now intends to unbirth the rest of the Mane Six. As she does this, she slowly absorbs the power of the Elements of Harmony (the relics), slowly growing larger and larger. The growth is slow to happen, but Nightmare Moon’s lust for power gets the better of her, and she unbirths the Mane Six faster than she can absorb the power. It overcomes her and reverts her to Princess Luna… but she’s still huge (in both stature and belly). Later, Celestia comes and finds Luna, who reveals that Twilight and the others have been changed into alicorns, and look similar to Luna.

Contains: Feral, Unbirthing, Pregnancy, Growth, Macro, Alicornication.

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Well, That's One Way to Do It

“Ahahahahaha!” Nightmare Moon squeezed her groin muscles one final time, relishing the feeling of her cervix closing around Twilight Sparkle’s legs. She grinned a wolfish smile as her body glowed with the newfound power, the Element of Magic connecting to her, it’s energy seeping into her.

“Yes… YES!” Nightmare Moon’s body crackled with newfound power. Her belly looked heavy with foal, well past due with a healthy set of triplets… or one adult mare. Said mare had been comatose the moment she’d been fool enough to be locked alone in a room with her.

“Mmmm…” Nightmare Moon patted her bulging womb, heavyset between her legs and nearly grazing the ground. “So… much… power!”

“Twilight!”

Nightmare Moon flicked her ears. Ah, yes… she’d forgotten about those other five, the other prospective Elements. They were making their way up the tower, and the power of the relics had already been transferred to them, it seemed. She could sense it coiling around their souls, not yet fully latched.

“Perfect.”

Nightmare Moon unlatched the ancient, oaken door, but still gave it the appearance that it was shut fast. Sure enough, a few seconds later…

BAM!

“Whoa!” The five mares all tumbled into the room in a mass of manes and tails, the door swinging wide open for them.

Nightmare Moon rolled her eyes. It really couldn’t be this easy.

ZAP!

An instant later, all five mares were comatose, just like Twilight Sparkle had been.

“I’m not taking chances with you five,” Nightmare Moon growled. With some effort, she made her way over to the pony pile, her gait slow and waddling. “The last time I underestimated the Elements of Harmony, I spent a thousand years on the moon.”

She examined the five mares, her nostrils flaring. She could smell the newfound power on them, tantalizing.

“Never again will it be used against me.” Nightmare Moon turned her back to the remaining Elements, her tail lifted high. Beneath, her navy marehood lay dripping, its petals winking for what was to come. “I will absorb it from you all before it fully latches onto your spirits! It will be mine! MINE!”

Nightmare Moon lifted the topmost of the ponies in the pile, a yellow pegasus with a pink mane. She was slender and willowy, with a wide set of hips. Nightmare Moon placed Fluttershy at the entrance to her nethers, then greedily, began to push her inside.

It felt just like it had with Twilight Sparkle. Nightmare Moon moaned as she felt her labia widening, engulfing the legs of the mare. Her inner muscles sucked Fluttershy in, bit by bit, Nightmare Moon shivering as already, the power began to be drawn into her.

“Gooooood…” Nightmare Moon’s eyes sparked, glinting with the siphoned energy. She barely even needed to guide the process, her vaginal muscles did most of the work themselves. The unaware Fluttershy was pulled into Nightmare Moon’s cunny, her legs disappearing… then her hips… then her stomach…

Nightmare Moon felt the weight being drawn into her center, her dark, powerful womb. There, the magic truly did its work, absorbing the power of the Element and adding it to Nightmare Moon’s might. It was like an adrenaline rush times fifty, her heart pounding with a bubble of hot air rising in her chest, addicting and yearning, commanding her not to stop.

The power coursed through Nightmare Moon, empowering her. Her body glowed with eerie light, and slowly, steadily, she began to grow. Her limbs stretched and lengthened, her bones and muscles becoming bigger, stronger, denser. Her frame elongated and lengthened, her organs groaning as they swelled. Six feet tall became six and a half, and six and a half became seven. She gained another half foot atop that before it stopped, and all the while, her belly was burgeoning even more, filling up with fluids, magic, and tissue, all to support her ‘prey’ while she took their magic.

With a loud, lewd slurp, Fluttershy’s head disappeared inside Nightmare Moon’s cunt. A few seconds later, she was fully inside Nightmare’s womb, connected as a mother was to their child. Nightmare Moon cackled madly. She was still absorbing power from Twilight Sparkle, and this one had a good deal, too! She was going to be UNSTOPPABLE!

“Two down,” Nightmare Moon said. Her forked tongue snaked out to lick her lips. “You four are next…”

The next was a pink earth pony with a fair bit of cush to her. Healthy fat, Nightmare Moon realized. There was a good bit of muscle underneath it. She wasted no time in bringing this one into her womb, as well, crying out in ecstasy the very moment their bodies made contact.

“YES! MORE!” Nightmare Moon squeezed her muscles harder, drawing in Pinkie as fast as she could. Her ebony body groaned as it gorged itself on the newfound power, the growth beginning anew, but faster… stronger! She could feel her hooves pushing away the ground, her vantage point slowly rising. The ceiling drew closer and closer, Nightmare Moon growing past eight feet… then nine… then almost ten! The ancient stones cracked beneath the pressure of her growing magic, the air becoming thick with her might!

Nightmare Moon screamed as an orgasm hit her. The incessant, hungering clenched exploded into fireworks, her mind clouding over. Her silky walls spasmed all the faster, drawing Pinkie in all the way and sealing her inside Nightmare Moon’s womb. The energy of the Elements was swirling about all three of them, ambient and collecting, slowly being absorbed into Nightmare Moon’s walls.

It was on autopilot that Nightmare Moon reached for the fourth mare, a white unicorn with an indigo mane. She was shoved unceremoniously into Nightmare Moon’s hungry marehood, which enveloped her eagerly. There was another spark as Rarity and Nightmare Moon touched, and the room rumbled as Nightmare Moon grew faster, and faster! She grew to twelve feet in a mighty surge, then a second surge right after pushed her up to fourteen! Her head smashed the remains of a chandelier, reducing it to nothing but rubble. Her horn grazed the remains of the ceiling, but it soon was doing far more than that as a final surge or growth pushed Nightmare Moon up past fifteen feet!

“Power... “ Nightmare Moon’s voice was laced with a faint echo, her eyes now shining bright. “POWER!”

Her belly sank even lower as it accepted its fourth progeny. Now a giantess and pregnant with four fully-grown mares, Nightmare Moon let out another crow of triumph.

“So much energy inside them!” Nightmare Moon rubbed her enormous paunch, gasping from the resulting jolt. “It’s increasing for every one of them I take!”

But that didn’t stop her--it excited her. Before she could stop herself, she’d taken the last two ponies, an earth pony and a pegasus together, placing them belly to belly against one another. She then pressed them both to her enormous, sopping flower…

“AHHHHH!” Nightmare Moon saw white. The power of the remaining two, it amplified the others exponentially! She couldn’t stop it if she tried, though, her body had a mind of its own by this point. Her tunnel sucked in Applejack and Rainbow Dash with a wet, organic SCHLICK, her pussy stuffed full with the combined size of two powerful, muscular mares. Now Nightmare Moon was the one rumbling as the energy was added to what she’d already absorbed, her body shaking in preparation.

“Oh…” Nightmare Moon panted for breath. “OH! OH, YES! YES!”

Her head broke free of the ceiling in a pulse of grumbling growth. Her legs smashed the back walls of the tower, leaving the rest to collapse all around her. She rose into the air of her own accord as she grew past twenty feet, then twenty-five, and finally thirty!

“MINE!” Nightmare Moon cried out to the heavens. Applejack and Rainbow Dash slurped inside her cunny, then fully into her womb. “ALL MINE! THE POWER OF THE ELEMENTS IS—”

As soon as the six were fully inside Nightmare Moon together, their comatose forms glowed with prismatic light. The harmonic energy had been gathering faster than Nightmare Moon could absorb it, and now, it was coalescing into a single, all-encompassing force.

“What?” Nightmare Moon felt the power shifting, now rebelling against her. “Wait, STOP! NO! NOOOOOOOOO—”

From within, a cocoon of rainbow energy enveloped Nightmare Moon. There was a deafening sound like thunder, followed by a blinding FLASH.

Princess Celestia flew as fast as she could to the old castle ruins. The spell that’d banished her to the sun had been lifted, but she sensed that something was… off.

Upon drawing close to the castle, she saw exactly what ‘off’ meant.

“Luna?!”

“Erm…” Luna waved with a cart-sized hoof, careful to remain still as her sister neared. “Hello, Celestia! ‘Tis good to see you once more!”

Celestia did a double-take. Luna was the size of a three-story house! What the hay?!

Luna coughed politely, her cheeks a faint shade of pink. ““I, ah… can imagine what you must be wondering. I don’t quite recall, myself. Although, based on the appearance of your pupil and her friends, I think I can venture a guess.”

Celestia gasped. “Twilight Sparkle! Is she—”

*cough*

Celestia hesitated. Either she was hallucinating, or Luna’s mane was coming down with a cold. There was a few seconds of silence before Luna finally sighed.

“You may as well show her.”

There was a reluctant groan. Finally, a pale blue alicorn mare emerged from behind Luna’s neck, with a familiar streak of pink in her mane.

“H-Hi, Princess Celestia…”

Celestia’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. “Twilight?!”

“And I’m afraid it’s not just her.” Luna gestured to the ruined courtyard.

There, emerging from various places, five more pale blue alicorns showed themselves, waving sheepishly.

“Hi, Auntie Celestia!” Pinkie shouted. “I heard that you like cake!”

Luna had to catch Celestia as she fainted.

I Got This Idea From an Old British Sitcom

Author's Note

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

-Magical pregnancy progression exercise story. Rainbow Dash is pregnant, with Soarin being the father. She’s following an old exercise book she got from Twilight’s library. Little does she know, the book has an enchantment on it. If a pregnant mare does an exercise designed for later in the pregnancy, the mare’s pregnancy will advance to that point. Not knowing this, Rainbow skips ahead and does an exercise for seven months, and suddenly winds up being seven months pregnant. Surprised by this, but also curious, Rainbow tries exercises for nine months, and becomes nine months pregnant. She then starts to look into exercises designed for twins…

Contains: Feral, Pregnancy, Pregnancy Expansion.

I Got This Idea From an Old British Sitcom

Art by Cosmonaut

“Let’s see, here…” Rainbow examined the old book back and forth, scanning through its contents. “Exercises for the fifth month of pregnancy… exercises for the sixth… seventh… so on… seems legit.”

She yawned and cracked her neck, shaking her shoulders and mane. She’d been so stiff with this pregnancy, and it’d been driving her nuts! Hopefully this exercise book Twilight recommended would help.

Rainbow’s hoof drifted to her slightly distended belly. “Five months in and you’re already being a hassle, kid… ugh.” She looked the book over for a few more minutes before opening it back to the fifth month chapter. She propped it open and moved to the middle of her bedroom, mimicking the movements she saw.

“Hmmm… shoulders high like this—” She straightened as best she could. “Then arch your back like so—ohhhhhh…”

Rainbow closed her eyes. The pose got at just the muscles that’d been giving her trouble, right in the small of her back. She bit back the rest of the moan as she held the pose, the tight muscles loosening, stretttttttching…

A few moments later, Rainbow tried the next pose.

“Mmmm...” Rainbow hummed as she shifted all her weight to one side, crouching and angling her other hooves. The thoracic muscles in her chest slowly pulled out, and it felt like heaven.

A third pose held much the same result. Making Rainbow nearly sag to the floor with relief. By the time she was done with the five poses, she was a very relaxed mare.

“That… was awesome.” Rainbow panted for breath, actually worked up a light sweat from that. She’d been trying to stay active throughout this whole deal, but the first few months had been plagued with morning sickness. It’d only been recently she’d had any non-negative thoughts regarding being pregnant.

Rainbow examined herself in the mirror by her closet. Her mane was full and lustrous, her coat holding a healthy sheen. Her smirk had a gentler look about it, her confident gaze now holding a softness to it. “Hmph. Never thought I’d be the mothering type, but I’m actually… kinda digging this.”

It was the first time she’d admitted it out loud. The thought of foals around had never excited her, but the thought of her foals, her sons and daughters…

Rainbow’s eyes drifted back to the exercise book. She went back over and flipped through it again, looking over the exercises for the next few months. They didn’t look too hard. Most of the forms she was familiar with—

“What the hay…” Rainbow squinted at the section for seven months. “What’s this pose?”

The mare was in a position Rainbow had never seen for an exercise. The book said it was for the seventh month of pregnancy, intended for strengthening your calves. Except Rainbow didn’t really see how.

Curious, Rainbow went back to the middle of the room, doing her best to copy the figure in the book. It suggested that she lay on her side.

“Legs completely stiff…” Rainbow muttered. “Raise hooves to the ceiling, hold for 30 seconds…”

Rainbow didn’t feel much in her calves from the stretch, but a few seconds into the pose, she definitely did feel something else. Her middle began to heat up, feeling warm and tingly. She felt a deep gurgle in her gut, followed by an itch around her navel. Rainbow squeaked, her breath going hitched, her womb feeling like it was submerged in a warm bath. With each exhale of her lungs, a pressure travelled down her belly, making her feel hot and bothered. Little by little, her middle started to swell, bit by bit… gaining centimeter by centimeter as seconds passed...

And then the pressure left her, quickly as it came. Rainbow gasped for air as she went limp, her haggard breaths the only sound in her cloud bedroom.

“What… was that?” Slowly, she sat up, registering increase in weight fighting against her. She looked down at herself with wide eyes, not fully believing what she saw. She ran a hoof down the side of her round paunch, feeling the warm, squishy weight beneath her taut skin. The feathery touch sent a spark through her navel, and she gasped again as her foal kicked, harder than she’d ever felt before.

It was then Rainbow noticed that the exercise book was glowing.

“Oh, horseapples.” Rainbow got herself up with a grunt. She picked up the book and snapped it shut, but the ‘damage’ had already been done.

“Great.” Rainbow threw up her hooves. “Just great! Either I’m having a fever dream, or I likely just pushed my pregnancy up two months! Fantastic!”

Rainbow glowered at the tome for a few minutes, thinking, her wings idly stroking her belly.

“I should get rid of you,” Rainbow said. “Tell Twilight, and turn you back in. You’re nothing but trouble.”

But was it, though?

Rainbow chewed on her lip. Her gaze drifted back over to the mirror, taking in her profile. Her baby bump was a good deal larger, the flutters of her foal more pronounced. She’d never paid much attention to her looks (that sissy stuff was more Rarity’s thing) but she couldn’t help but admit that right now, she looked good.

What would it be like if…

“Hrhrhghghgh…” Rainbow turned her back on the tome. “No! That’s irresponsible! We’re not ready yet!”

Oh, come on. A few more months wouldn’t hurt. You’d be doing things fast!

Rainbow looked back over her shoulder, face scrunched up, eyes squinted.

Soarin was just saying how excited he was to see the baby. He’s been all over you since this whole thing started. Just think you might make him cream his Wonderbolts suit if you strut in front of him with a full baby belly. The look on his face will be priceless!

Without saying anything, Rainbow turned and took a few steps back towards the book.

And you’ll be pulling a fast one on AJ. Wasn’t she just bragging how she was gonna have her foal before you?

Welp, that sealed it.

Carefully, Rainbow picked the book back up and flipped through it’s weathered pages. The magic made no effort to hide itself now, its energy sweeping through her and making her skin prickle. She’d been trying the exercises for the seventh month, right? How about… oh, let’s say… the ninth?

“Hrm…” Rainbow moved to the chapter and glanced it over. The stretches were gentle and unassuming, nothing out of the ordinary. Except, there was one strange pose again, one that didn’t really make any sense…

Rainbow did the pose. She bent her front legs low, stretching out her lumbar. She straightened her rear legs at the same time, at the same time squeezing her pelvic muscles—

“Aahhahahahhhaa…” Rainbow’s mind clouded over. The warm, comforting feeling returned, as if several pairs of hooves were rubbing her down. Her muscles tensed a moment as the pressure began anew, spiking around her throbbing navel. Her breathing grew shallow as the crest of her stomach pushed outward, the precious weight within getting bigger, stronger, healthier.

Rainbow squirmed. The unseen hooves were kneading other spots, too, their touch the herald of more change. Her muscled flanks became padded, a layer of soft fat forming on top. Her hips creaked as they widened, her rear hooves shifting as she had to adjust her stance. A tickling coolness arose just above her marehood, her flat teats filling, the glands beneath swelling with milk. Her gut rocked about now, her navel still plagued by a maddening itch, and it was about to drive Rainbow crazy before—

Pop! The little nub of flesh broke free. Her new outie surged in size, each fresh throb sending tickles and tingles through Rainbow. The pressure soon ended not long after that, leaving breathing hard like she’d run a marathon. But the rest of her body didn’t feel that way at all. She felt giddy, saturated with energy, and as she turned to look back in the mirror…

“Ohhhh, yeah.” Rainbow sauntered towards the mirror with a playful grin. She tossed back her long mane with bedroom eyes, doing a slow twirl to admire herself. “Hey there, sexy mama.”

Rainbow’s pregnant belly was now big and round, not quite yet ready to drop, but getting there. Her foalbearing hips were thick and strong, punctuated by a padded rear that could turn heads a mile away. A pair of plump teats could be seen just on the fringe of her bump, and while they weren’t functional yet, it was only a matter of time.

Rainbow chuckled. She did a few poses, getting a feel for how to move with the new weight. The lean muscle of her athletic body still showed through her maternal changes, accentuating her luscious curves. She was a lithe, lovely mare, rocking the pregnant look with the best of them.

The only thing that could make it better, was if…

Rainbow raised an eyebrow, a thought striking her. She hadn’t fully looked through the table of contents, so maybe…

She returned to the book and looked more closely at the chapter entries, now seeing that they continued past the first two pages. She flipped the page over and saw the remaining entries in the back of the book.

Exercises for a Multiple Pregnancy

Twins……………………….. 235

Triplets……………………… 240

Quadruplets…………………248

Quintuplets………………….253

It went on like that for some time, using names for multiples she’d never even heard of.

A slow smirk crept up on Rainbow’s face. She always did kinda secretly want twins...

Rule of Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight...

Author's Note

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

One of many possible epilogues for Rule of Three. Night and Velvet decide to have more kids. Time progression of the scenarios Velvet breaks the news to Night that she’s pregnant again. It’s not exactly a surprise to Night, but the way she tells him always is. As they have more and more children, it becomes a bit of a game between them, Velvet thinking up more and more creative ways to let Night know. The kids are always present in these scenarios to show off how many kids they currently have.

Contains: Feral, Pregnancy.

Rule of Four... Five... Six... Seven... Eight...

Velvet and Night sat across from each other at breakfast, eating in relative silence. Their six-month-old foal Remedy burbled quietly in her high chair, wiggling her tiny hooves. It was a calm, sunny day in spring, although they were supposed to get rain later.

Night was munching on toast with butter and grape jelly. He’d already finished his hash browns, plain, unfortunately. He’d made a note to go get ketchup this afternoon. There was a thick, cloying scent in the air, one that he was pointedly ignoring at the moment. Instead, he was focusing on his newspaper, glancing through the newspaper for any interesting articles.

There was the sound of something being slid across the table.

Night looked up from his paper. Velvet had given him a small scrap of folded parchment. The look she was giving him suggested he take it.

Curious, Night picked up the paper in his magic. He unfolded it… and found that there was a single thing on it.

+

Night blinked several times. He stared at the plus sign a few seconds, quizzical. It took him a second to realize the significance, but when he did…

“You’re pregnant already?” Night scratched his head. “Wow. That didn’t take long.”

Velvet giggled. “Fertility drugs, dear. I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Night smiled. He came over to Velvet and hugged her, pulling her into a soft kiss. “Think we’ll really get twins?”

Velvet kissed him back, snuggling into his embrace. “I hope so. I think that’d be really fun.”

“Awawawa.” Remedy chewed on her pajama sleeve, a bit of drool falling from her mouth.

Velvet broke from Night to tend to her. “Guess what, Remmy? You’re gonna be a big sister!”

Remedy laughed. “Ba!”

It’d been a wet, cold spring. The Canterlot Weather Department had mandated that winter needed to last a little longer this year, and then the thaw had needed to be a gradual one. As a result, dirty, messy snowpiles were still present everywhere, lingering in the alleyways and street corners.

Velvet and Night didn’t like going out when it was icky like this. They much preferred to stay inside where it was warm, relaxing while reading, writing, or in Night’s case stargazing. On this particular evening, Velvet hadn’t felt much like cooking, so they’d decided to order some Chineighse.

“Here, hun.” Night passed over a packet of soy sauce to Velvet. “For your rice.”

Velvet, who’d just finished getting Remedy situated, gratefully took it from him. “You gave bottles to Dawn and Dusk, right? Ah, yes you did. Thanks.”

The young twins, a filly and a colt, were in bassinets by Night, each slurping on bottles held aloft in his magic. They seemed quite content at the moment, and had been pretty mellow all day today.

“Alright.” Night reached for his fortune cookie. He always liked to eat that first. “Remedy good?”

Remedy, now a little over two, was nibbling on her carrots and applesauce without fuss. The loud snaps of her crunching could be heard above the smacking slurps of the twins.

“Okay.” He snapped open the cookie, popping the halves into his mouth. “Let’sh eat.”

Velvet watched him out the corner of her eye, noting the little paper that’d fluttered onto the coffee table. Subtly, her horn glowed with a minute flash, the paper glowing an instant later.

Night reached for his chopsticks, opening up his box of mai fun. As he gathered up the first bite of thin noodle goodness, he floated up the paper to see his ‘fortune’.

+

Night’s magic faltered. He slowly put his chopsticks down, turning to face Velvet.

“Wow, you went into heat early this year.”

Velvet broke into a huge smile. “I didn’t even know I was! It was really, really light this time! The only thing that tipped me off was that I suddenly started having morning sickness!”

Night came over to nuzzle Velvet, giving her a peck on the cheek. “When’d you find out? Just this last week?”

“Tuesday,” Velvet said. She leaned into him, resting a hoof on her stomach. “I’ve been thinking all week on a fun way to tell you.”

Night snickered. “Dare I ask if this is going to become a trend?”

Velvet waggled her eyebrows. She looked fondly over at her three young children, all more interested in their food than anything else.

“No comment.”

“WAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”

Night’s eyes snapped open. His ears swivelled to the sound, coming from the baby monitor on his nightstand.

Velvet shifted with a tired groan. “Mmmmhhh… You got it…?”

Night grunted. Like a zombie, he shambled out of bed, his mouth wide in a yawn. “Yeah, yeah… I got it…”

Half-asleep, Night left their bedroom and walked down the hall of their new house. He still wasn’t quite used to the layout, but he knew that’d come with time. It’d feel more like home once it wasn’t so empty.

He opened the door to the nursery, squinting as he flipped on the dimmer. His two-month-old daughter Aurora was whimpering within her crib, staring up at her mobile.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” Night looked her over, looking for anything obvious that might’ve woken her. “You have a bad dream?”

Aurora’s cries lessened upon seeing her father, but still, she remained on the verge, her big, blue eyes watery.

“Alright, c’mere.” Night picked her up in his magic, holding her tight to his chest. He went over to a cupboard in the corner, pulling out a bottle of formula. “I think I know what’s wrong.”

Sure enough, upon sitting down and offering the bottle, Aurora latched onto it, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Night couldn’t help but sigh.

“You’re gonna be a night owl, I can already tell.” Night’s eyes unfocused, gently rocking Aurora back and forth. “These nightly feedings are exactly what Twily always—”

Night cut himself off. His gaze had wandered across the room, where he’d noticed a certain something plastered above the baby table. It was a big, white piece of paper, etched with a single sign in thick, black marker.

+

Night couldn’t help but start laughing. He floated over the baby monitor closer to him. “Really, Velvet?”

A tired chuckle came from the other end. “Surprise.”

It was the delivery of the news that caught Night off-guard. The news itself was anticipated. They hadn’t gotten a bigger house for nothing, after all.

“Did you really use those remaining fertility drugs?” Night asked. He remembered they’d used part of that as dirty talk one night. “Or did you really just go like, right back into heat?”

Velvet’s voice was coy. “Mmmmm… a little of column A, a little of column B. I figured it couldn’t hurt.”

Night made sure not to jostle Aurora as he got comfortable in the chair. “Sure, you say that now. We’ll see what you’re saying when it turns out you’ve got twins inside you again.”

“Pffft.” Velvet’s tone was dismissive. “Please. The odds of that are ridiculous. We were lucky enough to get twins in the first place!”

Night looked just below the piece of white paper, where the names of their six children were transcribed. “We’ll see, hun. We’ll see.”

“And over here, you’ll see one of my favorite sculptures in the Gardens!” the tour guide said. “This is meant to symbolize the unity of the three tribes!”

Night and Velvet lagged a bit behind the tour group, their little entourage in tow. Night was keeping an eye on a curious Remedy, who was looking all about with that glint in her eye. Said glint often resulted in her wandering off without her even realizing, only to panic as she realized she was lost. It happened a lot in stores.

Meanwhile, Velvet was pushing a custom stroller, where Aurora, Dawn and Dusk, and their three seven-month-old siblings all sat. The three babies, identical colts, were making the most noise, snuffling and wiggling as they shifted in their seats.

“I like that one,” Velvet said. She pointed to a sculpture of an infinity sign encircled by a long, graceful seapony. “ Do you like that one, Remedy?”

Remedy, now four-and-a-half, looked where her mother had indicated.

“...It’s weird.”

Night laughed. He leaned down to whisper in Remedy’s ear. “I think it’s weird, too.”

Remedy giggled.

Velvet blew a raspberry at both of them. “Phooey on both of you. I bet Dusk and Dawn like it.”

“I can’t see!” Dusk said.

“Where, Mumma?” said Dawn.

Velvet swerved the stroller so they could see. “That one.”

…

...

“...Looks like messy poop,” said Dawn.

Dusk broke into raucous laughter. “You said poop!”

Aurora and the triplets didn’t have much opinion other than what had the most color.

Velvet ran a hoof down her face. “And this is my life, now.”

The nine of them continued on with the tour group, taking note of all the sculptures. Some of them were more interesting than others, although there wasn’t much comment about the strangely empty pedestal over by the hedge maze. Not sure why.

“Oooh! I think I know what one we’re coming to next!” said Velvet. She got Night’s attention and pointed around the bend. “Look at the one on your right. I know you’ll like that one!”

Night raised an eyebrow, but nonetheless obeyed. The tour guide was blabbering about the sculpture to their left, but not saying much else. Nopony else was looking to their right, either.

They trotted around the corner…

...and Night immediately started laughing. Cut perfectly out of the ten-foot hedge was a plus sign, the edges singed slightly from fire magic.

“Tried your hoof at hedge trimming, Honey?” Night said.

Velvet’s horn sparked with a tiny wisp of flame. “Eh, more like hedge searing.”

Night came over to give her a hug. “I’m so happy all of this is working out. I’m sure Celestia and Luna are happy, too.”

Velvet rolled her eyes. “They’d better be, or we’ll corrupt one of our little prodigies and have them conquer Equestria for us.”

Remedy looked up, curious. “What’s ‘corrupt’ mean?”

The Pregnant Princess' Passionate Pleasure Party

Author's Note

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

Takes place a few years later after Pregnant Princess' Pesky Predicament and Fecundity. The batpony repopulation program is still well in effect, and Luna, near the end of a new pregnancy with septuplets, is having a romp with a few of her guards. Two of them are servicing her while she lays on her back. One of them about ready to penetrate her, while the other licks and rubs her taut belly. Luna’s womb is so big, a full-grown stallion could fit inside it. One of the mares of the batpony guard, Lily, is present (also serving as a surrogate, though just with twins), and is looking on with envy as Luna is pleasured.

The Pregnant Princess' Passionate Pleasure Party

Art by Patch (derpibooru image 1440817)

“Mmmhhh…” Luna gazed up at the ceiling, laying on her back. She shivered from the tickling jolts emanating from her groin, accompanied by wet slurps and smacks. “Are you going to suckle me all day, Zenith? Or are you going to get on with it?”

The tickling jolts stopped. Zenith, one of her batpony guards, released her melon-sized teat and instead moved southward. He nosed the flushed lips of her marehood, tasting her sweet honey...

“N-No!” Luna bit her lip. “I need more than your tongue...”

Zenith hesitated. Slowly his head emerged from her crotch, though she still couldn’t see him. Her mammoth, colossal womb was like a dark blue mountain of plush fur, and it dominated her line of sight of anything south of her chest.

It’d been a few years since the introduction of the batpony repopulation program. Things were going well, but after overseeing and being so involved with the effort, Luna soon felt the call to ‘participate’ once more. A weaker strain of fertility magic this time had ensured that the efforts took, but even with a lesser strain, the fecundity of alicorns was still a sight to behold.

Luna shivered as she felt Zenith rearing, creeping forward onto her. His flushed and panting face emerged, his muzzle damp from her juices. “Yes... That’s it…”

Zenith gulped. “M-Mistress…”

“Come, now.” Luna’s voice was soft, her eyes warm. She didn’t know why she’d always had a soft spot for the timid ones, but she did. “Follow Vigil’s example.”

Vigil, a second batpony guard, was licking and kissing the side of Luna’s squishy belly with vigor. He stroked her paunch in wide strokes, feeling the firmness of her taut skin. His eyes were closed as he hummed throaty and low.

Tentatively, Zenith obeyed. He nuzzled the crest of Luna’s swell as he crept forward, soon peppering it with fevered kisses. Luna hummed and hooked her hooves around his, pulling him forward. She tensed as his twitching dick grazed her entrance, but it only made her all the wetter. Zenith was no small stallion, in size or stature, but he was like a gangly teenager compared to her. Combine that with the round, steep crest of her fertile swell, and he wouldn't even be able to lay his head on her chest.

Zenith rubbed the sides of Luna’s belly as he aligned himself. That giddy energy was in his chest, making him jittery and light, pushing him… urging him. He needed a few tries before he found the mark, but when he did, their dual gasps were sharp and loud.

“Ahahaaaaahaa…” Luna’s groan rose and fell in pitch. Her cunny swallowed Zenith’s eager dick, her plump mound stuffed full. His length spread her wide, so wide, sliding inch after inch inside her, her velvety walls gripping and pulling him in further. Zenith grit his teeth, cradling her tummy as he advanced, lost in the feel of Luna’s pregnant pussy. He eased himself atop her and thrust forward in small strokes, her snug, wet tightness yielding to him, bit by bit. It soon wasn’t long before his uneasiness melted away, leaving behind only a coiling, gathering urge, desperate to break free.

“Harder,” Luna whispered. “Harder!”

Zenith growled. He thrust forward, his medial ring slurping in. Luna let out a girly squeal, his thick, spongy ring spreading her even more, making her feel so FULL! She began clamping down in time with his thrusts, feeling that clenching hunger rising, stoking the fire inside her. The curious flutters of her foals resonated through her womb, and the sensations made Zenith only go all the faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

Meanwhile, a short ways away, another pair of batpony guards lay together, a stallion and a mare. The mare too was heavily pregnant (though not nearly as much as Luna) her bulbous belly jutting out like a fuzzy hill. Her eyes kept flitting over to Luna and her two servicing guards now and again, her face scrunched up.

“Something wrong, Lily?” the stallion asked.

Lily pursed her lips. “It’s n-nothing, Saros…”

Saros grinned. He snuggled a little closer, his hoof wandering to her exposed nethers. “Mmhmm, sure it’s not.”

Lily’s eyes fell on Luna’s gigantic maternity, dwarfing the size of her own. Of course, considering Luna was pregnant with seven foals, and she was only pregnant with two, that was to be expected.

Saros started rubbing Lily’s slit, relishing her tiny whimpers. “You look like a little kid with a new bike, jealous that one of your friends got a better, cooler one. Does somepony have a little belly envy, hmm?”

Lily grit her teeth. A blush crept into her cheeks, her ears pinned back against her head. “Nnnnggh… I can’t help b-but... wonder what it’s like…”

Saros slipped off his helmet. He scooched closer, taking hers off as well. Their dark manes spilled out around their necks, soft and shiny. “Wonder what it’s like to feel that many foals inside you? To watch your belly grow... and grow, filling up so full with life?”

Lily sucked in a hissing breath. Saros had spooned up beside her, now nuzzling her exposed neck. He pressed his small fangs to her skin, running them up and down, the points lightly stinging. Her eyes unfocused as her heart beat faster, his nickers and snorts on her throat making her quiver like jelly.

“Maybe you should ask her,” Saros kissed her nape and scruff, running his snout through her mane. Lily smelled like lavender and mint, a favorite shampoo amongst the lady guards. “Tell her you want to push your limits. I’m sure there are spells that can make it happen.”

Lily felt Saros nudging her onto her side. She obliged, letting him wrap his hooves around her, the two of them snuggling close. Saros’ throbbing length was sandwiched between them, though not for very long, as he pulled back his hips and readjusted, gliding it towards her entrance.

“Go slow,” she breathed. She looked back at him with hungry eyes. “Make—mmmf—m-make it last…”

Saros kissed her. Their tongues mingled as he wrapped his free wing around them, easing his cock inside her. She kissed back with fervor, moaning into his mouth as he filled her, a warm heat flowing out from her belly.

A short ways away, Luna was goading Zenith on. He was almost hilted in her now, his plump, heavy balls grazing her thick ass. He was properly rutting her now, and Luna was timing her squeezes with his fluid thrusts, further feeding the flames. The second guard Vigil had stopped his tummy nuzzlings to watch, and he was now seated beside Luna, stroking himself, his cock aimed straight at her face. He sweated as he took in her radiance, his mottled dick glazed with pre, twitching in his hooves.

“M-Mistress,” Zenith said a moment later. “I’m g-gonna…”

“Inside,” she gasped. “Inside! Th-that’s… that’s an order!”

Zenith’s thrusts became uneven. The tension boiled over, consuming his thoughts. He snarled and grunted loud, and with one final thrust that slammed their hips together…

“AH!” Zenith erupted, coating Luna’s tunnel in warm, sticky cum. Again and again he pumped her full, his bloated balls releasing their hefty payload into her moist depths. Shortly after, Vigil approached his end as well, and with a soundless cry he came, painting Luna’s face and neck with thick ropes of seed. It was enough to make push Luna over the edge as well, and she let out a long, lewd moan, flying high as her walls spasmed around Zenith’s length.

Not a minute later, they were going at it again. Zenith and Vigil switched places and resumed pleasuring their princess, addicted to her cries and heated moans. Luna licked off Vigil’s cum and bade Zenith kiss and lick her humongous womb, drunk on the rush of endorphins.

Saros smirked as he and Lily watched, still rutting at a slower pace.

“Best. Guard assignment. Ever."

Little Mare, Big Family (Abridged Version)

Author's Note

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

Scootaloo, now an adult and married to Rumble, is a very small mare. She gets mistaken for an adolescent constantly, but she deals with it. Meanwhile, Rumble is a HUGE stallion, easily a head and a half taller than your average guy. They decide to start a family, but to their surprise, Scootaloo winds up pregnant with quadruplet colts! Realizing the pregnancy would be extremely hard on Scootaloo (even moreso given the last four kids were all big foals) her doctor advises her to seek out magical assistance. Starlight Glimmer concocts a spell to transform Scootaloo’s body to be able to adequately carry the pregnancy to term, and over the next few months, Scootaloo grows bigger and stronger, the process speeding up as the pregnancy progresses.

Little Mare, Big Family (Abridged Version)

Art by Cosmonaut

“Missus Scootaloo…” The doctor glanced up from her chart. “I have to be blunt. As your doctor, I’m certain your tiny body will have issues supporting your colt quadruplets.”

Scootaloo grit her teeth. She hung her head low, muttering a bitter curse. Just another thing her dwarfism was taking from her, laughing all the while.

“It’s not fair.”

The doctor sighed. “Life rarely is. I think it’s time to realistically look at your options, and see which one you want to choose. You really can’t afford to wait.”

Scootaloo flattened her ears. “I’m not going to termi—”

“No one’s saying you have to,” the doctor said. He bade her sit down, his voice calm and steady. “If you and your husband have already decided against that, there are other paths we can consider.”

Scootaloo plopped down in the chair, her expression neutral. “Such as?”

The doctor cleared his throat. “There have been other cases similar to yours. Er, multiple pregnancies where the mother was at high risk, I mean. The treatment plans have all involved magic in one form or another, but many have a high success rate. One in particular would be the best option for you, as I believe it would solve most all your potential problems.”

Scootaloo folded her hooves. “I’m listening.”

The doctor nodded. “I strongly recommend you have a very specific spell cast to grow your body accordingly so you can carry your foals. It’ll need to be cast by an S-Rank unicorn or higher, but as I understand you’re acquainted with Twilight Sparkle, either her or her pupil will suffice.”

“Hold on.” Scootaloo held up a hoof. “‘Grow my body accordingly?’ What’s that even mean?”

The doctor clicked his tongue. “In essence, a set threshold would be set on certain parameters of your body. This threshold would monitor your vitals, along with several of your body’s systems. Whenever one of them is taxed beyond the set threshold, the spell would activate, transfiguring your body to accommodate to the increased workload. For instance, when your skin starts to strain from your expanding womb, the elasticity of your dermal tissue will increase. When your musculoskeletal system is overly taxed by your increasing weight, your bone and muscle tissues will grow in density and mass. When your excretory system is taxed by your womb putting pressure on your bladder—”

“Okay, okay.” Scootaloo made a face. “I get the picture.”

The doctor made a few jottings on Scootaloo’s chart. “In the recorded cases this spell has been cast correctly, a 95% success rate has been recorded in the pregnancy progressing to term. After that, it’s just a matter of keeping up on your check-ups to monitor the integrity of the spell. That’s what’s caused the 5% failure rate, in case you were curious.”

Scootaloo’s spirits rose. “So you’re saying I have this spell cast on me, then just keep going to the doctor, and I’ll be fine?!”

The doctor chuckled. “More than fine, should you choose to have a Permanency spell cast afterward.”

“Heck, yeah!” Scootaloo shook the doctor’s hoof. “Thanks a ton, doc! I’ll do that!”

The doctor wrote out a few things on a scroll, then signed it and gave it to Scootaloo. “This is the name of the spell. I’m sure Princess Twilight or Starlight Glimmer will recognize it.”

Scootaloo snatched the scroll and sped out of the office in a speedy blur.

“You know what’s interesting about this spell?” Starlight Glimmer said from behind a spellbook. “It’s actually four separate incantations that are meshed together in an Starswirlian framework! It’s really quite fascinating!”

Scootaloo fidgeted as she fought to stay still. She was enveloped in the blue hue of Starlight’s magic, its energy creeping and crawling all over every nook and cranny of her body. “I-If you say so…”

Starlight looked up. “Something wrong?”

Scootaloo grit her teeth. “Kinda wish I’d said yes to your offer to freeze me in place while you do this—”

FLASH!

Scootaloo blinked. She tried lifting one of her hooves, but it didn’t budge.

“There you go!” Starlight said with a bright smile. “Better?”

Scootaloo muscled down her cringe. She forgot Starlight could be a little… overenthusiastic.

“I’m so glad you came to me for help!” Starlight returned to the book, double checking the instructions. “I didn’t even know that you were pregnant! How far along are you?”

Scootaloo sighed. “Eight weeks. Only just did the first arcanosound on Tuesday. Imagine Rumble’s and my surprise when we saw four soul signatures.”

“Ha! I’ll bet!” Starlight said. “Let’s see… manipulate the Dacrenzic array while melding the Reverse Talvnar field… transmit a negative eldritch sine burst and maintain it for at least four seconds… Pfft, easy-peasy.”

Scootaloo remained quiet while Starlight worked. Twilight would’ve been the preferred choice for this, but she and Spike were away in the Dragonlands for a few weeks. Starlight was the only choice to get this done without going up to Canterlot.

“Let’s see…. One more thing…” Starlight scanned the arcane tome. “If done correctly, the subject’s magic signature should be glowing white… check… now funnel ten thousand units of hornpower into the subject—TEN THOUSAND?! Holy hay and oats! No WONDER this spell needs a Talvnar field!”

Scootaloo wasn’t all that familiar with unicorn magic terms, but she did know numbers. Ten thousand was a big number. “Uhhh…”

“Whatever.” Starlight tossed the book aside, levelling her horn at Scootaloo. “Guess it explains why they only let an S-Class cast this. Sheesh, ten thousand…”

“Starlight?” Scootaloo said. “Should I be—”

“Shh!” Starlight froze Scootaloo’s mouth as well. “I need to concentrate.”

Scootaloo was helpless as Starlight’s horn began to hum… buzz… then whine. Light gathered around Starlight as she summoned forth more and more power, the rising energy making Scootaloo’s skin prickle. The light of the room dimmed, the pressure gathering more and more, to the point that it was almost painful in Scootaloo’s ears. She probably would’ve been yelling if she could talk, but effectively paralyzed, the only thing she could do was look on. Starlight now looked like a blazing effigy of power from all the magic gathered, and there was a split second of silence before—

VWUMMMMM

Magic erupted from Starlight’s horn in a shining ray. Scootaloo could only mentally scream as she was struck square in the chest, her body absorbing the energy and seeping into her cells. She imagined this was what being struck with lightning felt like, except here it was prolonged, lasting several seconds before the blast was fully spent.

Starlight panted for breath. She woozily raised her head and rubbed her smoking horn, looking Scootaloo over. “Greh… zeh… There, I think… that did it! Phew… how do you feel?”

Scootaloo didn’t reply.

Starlight blushed. “Whoops! Ah, heh-heh… sorry, I’ll uh... unfreeze you now…”

SLAM!

“I’m home, Rumble!” Scootaloo called.

There was some noise from further inside the house. A few seconds later, Rumble came in from the living room, expression pensive.

“How’d it go?” he asked.

Scootaloo fluttered up, giving him a quick kiss. “Way better than I expected! The doc recommended a spell to help the pregnancy, and Starlight Glimmer cast it!”

Rumble cocked his head. “So you’re going to be okay?”

“More than okay!” Scootaloo put her hooves on her belly. “Just you wait, Rumble. There’s gonna be some BIG changes coming...”

2 Months Later (4 Months Pregnant)

Scootaloo and Rumble pushed a shopping cart down a grocery store aisle. It was already filled to the brim, but Rumble wasn’t having trouble pushing it along. Understandable, considering his supersized frame was wider and longer than two of the things put together.

“Let’s see…” Scootaloo double checked her list, which was over a foot and a half long even after it’d been folded in half. “We still need anchovies, grapefruit, pineapple, hay bacon, oats, raisins, mayonnaise, kumquats, cherries, apples, milk, orange juice, decaf tea, pickles, peanut butter, jelly, grapes, bread, eggs, sugar, spices, tomatoes, celery, beets, radishes, avocados, sugarcubes, cereal, potatoes, cheese, mustard, ketchup… Yeah, we’re gonna need a fourth cart.”

Rumble snickered. “We’ve been able to fit it all in three til’ now. Guess that’s a new record.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “Well, between you, Mister Bottomless Pit, and me being a growing mare…”

Rumble smiled. He put a sail-like wing around her, stroking her with his feathers. “I noticed you’re at my shoulder, now.”

Scootaloo had noticed, too. Where before she’d almost been able to walk under him without ducking, she now actually looked like an adult! She was growing like a weed, already even taller than your average mare! Of course, said growth had come at the cost of becoming a living vacuum, but sucking down food at a breakneck pace was an acceptable trade-off.

And besides, not all of it was going to her. Scootaloo’s pregnancy was starting to show, her formerly slim belly now filled out nicely. Her last check-up had shown the boys were nice and big, the spell working to keep them healthy as well.

“Just you wait, honey.” Scootaloo nuzzled him as they went to the front of the store where their other two filled carts waited. “I’m only getting started.”

2 Months Later (6 Months Pregnant)

“Thanks for the onesies, Rainbow Dash!” Scootaloo waved as the last guest from her foal shower flew off. She closed the door and walked back into her living room, cleaning up the remnants of wrapping paper.

There was the sound of a toilet flush. Rumble emerged from the bathroom, coming over to stand beside her.

“We got a good haul, didn’t we?” he said.

Scootaloo looked at the ginormous pile of gifts. All of it was in fours, all of it for colts. She soon was gonna be outnumbered by boys five to one.

“I know it makes the shopping easy, but I still wish one of them was a filly,” she said.

Rumble snickered. “Better luck next time, eh?”

Scootaloo nodded. She sat back on her haunches, feeling her now noticeably-pregnant belly. Heavy, wide and firm, it’d be dragging on the ground already if she was her old size. She could feel the little wiggles of her sons shifting now and again, lulled into slumber by the rhythmic beat of their mom’s heart.

“I gotta say, no single pregnancy’s ever gonna compare to this,” she said.

Rumble’s tone turned coy. “There’s always fertility spells…”

Scootaloo ignored that. “I’d say the best gift we got are those enchanted diapers Twilight got us. Those are gonna save us a ton of money.” She fiddled with her longer mane, blowing a lock out of her face. “Ugh, I need to cut my mane again…”

Rumble put a hoof around her, kissing the top of her head. “I kinda like you with a longer mane.”

Scootaloo leaned into him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He rested a hoof on her stomach, stroking it idly. It still baffled him that Scootaloo was now tall enough to be able to full-on lean against his chest! Before, she could only do that with her head. “I still can’t believe how big you’re getting! I think you might now be about the same height as a stallion.”

Scootaloo smirked. She pulled his head down, kissing him with a sudden energy. He became putty in her hooves, her hunger infectious.

“I’m catching up to you, big boy,” she said after they broke. “What’cha think of that?”

Rumble’s face flushed, his mouth dry.. “...Catch up. Catch up, please.”

Scootaloo hummed. Her tail swished back and forth, entwining with his. “But maybe I don’t wanna catch up to you, hmm? Maybe I wanna SURPASS you. Maybe I wanna be able to call you Shorty.”

Rumble bit back a moan. He felt himself unsheathe, his dry, earthy scent tickling Scootaloo’s nose.

“And just think,” she purred. “Once these four are born, I’ll be better off to have more foals later. How many did we decide on, again? Seven, I think it was?”

“Screw seven.” Rumble’s voice dropped to a growl. “I wanna fill you up with so many foals, you could be twice my size and still have a baby belly grazing the ground.”

Scootaloo sucked in a breath like a hiss. The thought of having that many growing lives inside her…

It wasn’t long before they wound up in the bedroom.

2 Months Later (8 Months Pregnant)

“I’m home, Scoots!”

Silence greeted Rumble. He stood still, straining his ears for any sound. He’d just been gone for a week on business, and hadn’t really expected to come home to an empty house.

Then Scootaloo’s voice sounded from farther in.

“In here, babe~”

Was… Scootaloo was in the bedroom? Huh, strange, it wasn’t that late. Maybe she wasn’t feeling well? He trotted through their house, past the living room and down the hallway—

A blur of orange hit him in the side. Rumble let out a surprised squawk, suddenly pinned to the wall. He opened his eyes to realize he was staring into a pair of lusty violet eyes.

“Heya,” Scootaloo said.

Rumble went rigid. Scootaloo was eye level with him, face to face without any help at all! She was eyeing him like a piece of meat, her thick, violet mane spilled around her neck.

“Mmm…” Scootaloo licked him, tasting his neck in a long, slow swipe. “I missed you…”

Rumble found it hard to think with all his blood being re-routed. “S-Scoot?”

Scootaloo kissed him, hard, and forceful. Her tongue wrestled with his, cooing as she felt his hooves wrap around her. They made a game of it as they pushed back and forth, but Scootaloo got the better, taking lead.

They broke a while later, out of breath in the best way.

“Welcome back, hot stuff.” Scootaloo petted his chest. “Just so you know, I measured myself this morning, and I noticed that we’re now the same height! Wanna celebrate by fucking each other’s brains out?”

Rumble was at full mast in seconds. He kissed her again, his nostrils flaring with the musky scent of excited mare. They staggered to the bedroom, never breaking the kiss, smashing the door open. In smaller places they would’ve had to duck, but this house had specifically been built to accommodate Rumble’s (and now Scootaloo’s) giant size.

Rumble gave way to Scootaloo’s need. His hooves wandered to pregnant belly, full, round, and firm. She looked like she was overdue with twins! She moaned as he felt how big their four foals had grown, healthy and strong as her.

Scootaloo kissed him even harder, guiding his hooves to stroke her. She could smell his scent as well, mingling with hers and making her even wetter. They didn’t even get to the bed—she broke their kiss and whirled, flicking her damp tail in his face.

“Take me.”

Rumble’s eyes shrank to pinpricks, and in seconds he was properly mounting her for the first time ever. They both groaned, his virile cock shlicking inside her tight folds. Scootaloo’s paunch grazed the ground as her front legs bent, her rear ones locking in place, feeling oh-so-very right. She called out his name as her cunny swallowed his medial ring, the rest of his mammoth size still too much for her tight tunnel… for now.

Rumble held nothing back. He fucked her hard and fast, filling the room with wet thwap! Thwap! THWAP! Scootaloo wailed like a mare in heat, relishing the feel of his entire weight draped over her like a blanket. She revelled in his embrace while begging him for more, egging him on to go harder… DEEPER. Her gravid womb swayed in time his thrusts, a distant part of her noting that if she were still a shrimp, she wouldn’t even be able to walk anymore.

But not only could she walk... not only could she fly… she was getting bigger and stronger every single day.

Rumble couldn’t take it. Before long he was right on the edge, and Scootaloo’s walls clamped down on him, holding him in place. With a guttural cry he came, filling her fertile depths again with sticky seed. Scootaloo’s tongue lolled out her mouth, crooning as she felt his hot, wet heat, combined with the flutters of their children and his weight atop her.

He was soon was fucking her again, the beginnings of a very good night.

2 Months Later (10 Months Pregnant)

“Hey, Boss!” A pegasus stallion waved at Rumble. “Back already?”

Rumble waved back, a happy smile on his face. He whistled as he set to to work gathering the bigger, more stubborn clouds.

Another stallion came up beside the first. “Aw man, Rumble’s back? I thought we’d finally got rid of—I mean, I thought he got that big, fancy promotion! Does that mean we actually have to do work now?”

“Damn right, ya do!” Rumble rubbed his hooves together, gathering pegasus magic into his hooves. “Listen up! Cloudsdale wants me to manage Ponyville’s weather team until they find my replacement! Chip Cutter, go wrangle up the stray clouds on the Everfree border. Cloudsdale wants us to have a rainstorm tonight. Crackle Pop, go tell the newspaper! Rain starts at four p.m!”

The two stallions saluted, flying off in separate directions. Rumble set to work gathering more clouds, forming a mass in minutes that would’ve taken most pegasi an hour.

The morning passed, the weather team working hard to get ready for the storm. Rumble oversaw thing while also doing a lion’s share of the work, their progress going smoothly.

Eventually, the team broke for lunch.

“Aw, horseapples…” Rumble rummaged through his saddlebags for the third time. “Don’t tell me I forgot it. I coulda swore I packed it—”

“Oy, Boss!” Crackle Pop pointed to an orange dot flying up from below. “I think your lady’s coming up!”

Rumble looked over the cloud’s edge. Sure enough, Scootaloo was swiftly rising to their height, ascending in a lazy circle on a thermal. Her wide wings stretched out far to either side, her violet mane and tail waving like windsocks.

“Erm, I don’t think that’s Scoots,” Chip said. He’d gone to school with them, and knew her past. “She’s never really been able to—”

“It’s her.” Rumble closed his saddlebags, motioning Chip Cutter over. “You haven’t seen her in awhile, have you?”

Chip furrowed his brow. “Well, no but… how can that be her?”

Rumble laughed. “You’ll see.”

A moment later, Scootaloo was at their altitude. She exited the thermal and coasted over, landing easily on the cloud.

“Don’t mind me!” Scootaloo shrugged off her saddlebags, making a beeline for Rumble. “Just making a delivery.”

Several jaws dropped, Chip’s most of all.

“Holy shit…”

It was pretty common knowledge that Rumble’s wife was a runt of a mare. Further adding to it was that Rumble was the largest non-alicorn pony any of them had ever seen, so the size difference was even more extreme.

The mare that stood before them, though, was no runt.

“SCOOTALOO?!” Chip rubbed his eyes. “Is that you?!”

Scootaloo turned at the familiar voice. “Chip Cutter!” She waved at her old classmate. “Wow, I haven’t seen you since the wedding! How’re you liking the weather team?”

Chip stammered and spluttered. He associated that scratchy voice with a petite tomboy with wings like a hummingbird, not a massive maternal mare nearly twice his size! Her long mane and coat had a blooming sheen, her wings powerful and developed. The flight muscles in her back rippled and flexed, even moreso as she stretched out like a cat. And her burgeoning, swaying belly hung low between her legs, its wide, round shape jutting out well past her hips.

Scootaloo ruffled his mane as she passed. “Don’t keep your mouth open too long. You’ll attract flies.”

“Hey, hun!” Rumble came up to nuzzle her. “Sorry you had to come up here.”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes as she gave him his lunch. “I get to do something I’ve spent my whole life wishing I could do. You don’t need to apologize.”

Now the weather team was gawking even harder. This was Rumble’s wife?! The dwarf everyone talked about?! She was even TALLER than their huge-ass boss!

Scootaloo leaned down to whisper in Rumble’s ear. “When will you be home?”

Her sultry tone sent shivers down Rumble’s spine. “R-Rainstorm’s scheduled for four. Gotta stay ‘til then.”

Sneakily, Scootaloo’s hoof snuck up to squeeze his toned rump. “You should say you’re gonna have lunch with me so we can sneak in a quickie.”

Rumble nearly bit his lip so hard it bled. “There’ll be nothing quick about it...”

“Mmm, true… “ Scootaloo’s hoof inched lower, creeping closer to his balls. “I’ll be home waiting for you, then. Don’t keep me waiting, Shorty. I wanna rut your brains out again.”

Rumble couldn’t help but gaze longingly at the gentle sway of her hips, the pear-shaped orange mass swaying beneath them. She nipped his ear before spreading her wings and jumping off the cloud, gliding back to Ponyville.

“...Hey, Boss?” Chip asked.

Rumble swivelled his ears.

“Does Scoots have a sister, by chance?”

“A big sister, of sorts.” Although Rainbow Dash was now more the little sister these days. “Enjoy your lunch, fellas. I’ll be in my office...”

...to get rid of this damn boner. Fuck...

1 ½ Months Later (Full-Term)

“I’m glad you agreed to host the Summer Sun Celebration this year, Twilight,” said Princess Celestia. The two of them walked side by side down the streets of Ponyville, wearing their best Princess Smiles™. “I worried you might have trepidations after the last time Ponyville hosted.”

Twilight laughed, a hoof behind her head. “T-Trepidations? Me? Of course not! Why would I have anything like that?”

Celestia gave her a look.

A bead of sweat formed on Twilight’s brow. “...Mayyyyyyyybe I was a little nervous at first, but I got over it, honest! I just needed to remember what else happened besides Nightmare Moon returning.”

Celestia nodded. “Which was?”

Twilight looked over at a statue that’d been erected in the town square. Six mares stood on the points of a six-sided star, tall and proud as they watched over Ponyville.

A proper smile formed on Celestia’s lips. “You’ve all come such a long way.”

Twilight beamed. “We’re not the only ones. Ponies are getting married, starting careers, building whole new lives for themselves! It’s been amazing to watch fillies and colts I knew start families of their own.”

Celestia was about to reply, but then something caught her eye—two somethings, rather. The first was a male pegasus the size of a Saddle Arabian, standing head and shoulders above all the ponies around him. He’d just been given two jumbo-sized ice cream cones from one of the vendors. And the second something was the recipient of the second cone, an even bigger pony than him! She was an enormous,familiar-faced mare, standing a good two heads taller over him!

“Who…” Celestia squinted at the gigantic duo. She was positive she’d never encountered either of them—she would’ve remembered that! “Who are those two ponies?”

Twilight looked. “Hmm? Oh! Heh, speaking of starting families… Remember about fifteen years ago, I started something called ‘Twilight Time’? I think I told you about that...”

Celestia nodded. “You did.”

Twilight’s tone turned wistful. “That’s Scootaloo, one of my three little mischief makers. The stallion she’s with is her husband, Rumble. They’ll be welcoming their own little quartet of troublemakers any day now.”

Celestia’s eyes widened. She hadn’t seen from their angle, but now she saw that Scootaloo was IMMENSELY pregnant. Her swollen womb was the size of an overinflated medicine ball, so big that she could’ve been carrying a fully-grown stallion!

“C’mon! Let’s say hi!” Twilight led Celestia over. “I wanna introduce you.”

Dimly, Celestia let herself be navigated through the parting crowd. Ponies bowed as they passed, the typical murmurs and whispers of awe following in their wake.

“—hit the spot. Could definitely go for another—Twilight!” Scootaloo set down her ice cream cone. “And, uh… Princess Celestia! Also hi!”

Rumble swallowed his ice cream so fast he got a brain freeze. He dropped down into a bow, motioning for Scootaloo to do the same.

“Oh, knock it off.” Twilight fluttered up, giving Scootaloo a hug. “How’re you feeling? Still doing alright?”

Scootaloo flashed Twilight a smug grin. “Of course! What, you thought I’d start slowing down? Puh-leeze.”

Twilight laughed. “You’re right, I shouldn’t have assumed. You’ve got this all the way.”

Scootaloo stood up a little straighter. “Can you thank Starlight for casting that Permanency spell for me? I never got a chance.”

It was a rare thing for Celestia to be speechless. Then again, it was rare for her to encounter a pony several inches taller than her. Scootaloo was a veritable avatar of maternity, every inch of her brimming with vim and vigor. Her shiny coat, her solid legs and chest, her luxurious mane, her glowing face, her warm eyes. Her oversized barrel was stretched taut like a drum, her pregnant belly stretched down well below her knees.

“Let me introduce you to my old mentor.” Twilight gestured to Celestia. “You’ve heard of her, haven’t you?”

Scootaloo waggled her eyebrows. “Mmmm… nope! Can’t say I have. Nice to meet you, Twilight’s Mentor! Wow, your wings are so pretty!”

Celestia remembered herself. She looked up at Scootaloo (a welcome change), offering her hoof. “Nice to meet you, Scootaloo. And you, Rumble! Congratulations on your upcoming family—you’re going to have your hooves full.”

Scootaloo shook her hoof. “Don’t worry, we’ve got it covered. It might be a little crazy for awhile, but we’ll handle it.”

“We’ve uh, got a pretty extensive network to help us,” Rumble managed. “The hardest thing might be sorting through all the ponies who’ve volunteered.”

Scootaloo perked up. “Oh! Twilight, that reminds me. I’ve been meaning to ask you, do you know anything about fertility spells? We were thinking about looking into that in a few months.”

Twilight cocked her head. “Why?”

Scootaloo exchanged a look with Rumble, who simply shrugged. “Well… Rumble and I decided a long time ago that we want a big family. We’re in a really good place right now, and considering how well I handled this pregnancy, we figured there’s no harm in being… y’know, efficient.”

Twilight raised an eyebrow, but said nothing.

“We don’t really have anything holding us back.” Scootaloo gestured to herself, then her smooth, heavy paunch. “I got pregnant with these four by luck, but that’s not gonna happen again. The odds of it happening to begin with were nuts!”

Twilight’s mind whirred with calculations. “I… don’t think you even want to know what the odds of conceiving quadruplets twice in a row are. You’d have a better chance of lightning striking the same spot four times in a row.”

“Exactly,” Scootaloo said. “So if we wanna have more than one foal at time, we’re gonna need some help. We’re open to looking into multiple spells if there’s more than one, but from what I’ve read, a lot of them are really compatible with the one that’s permanently on me now. Does that sound about right?”

Twilight didn’t say anything right away. Instead she whispered something to Celestia, who wore a pensive expression.

“...Yes,” Celestia said slowly. “But, you’d need to pass a thorough examination before being allowed access. You’d need to demonstrate you two can support the amount of children you intend to have financially, emotionally, physically, and socially. I understand you want a big family, and you certainly have that right. But if you want magical assistance to conceive more than one child at a time…”

Scootaloo thought for a moment, sharing a few quiet words with Rumble. After some back and forth, they turned asone to Celestia.

“We’ll do it,” Scootaloo said.

“Just let us know what we have to do,” said Rumble.

Celestia summoned a quill and parchment, writing out some instructions. “You’ll be pleased to know that you should be able to do most of the testing here in Ponyville. Some of it, though, will need be done in Canterlot or Cloudsdale. Potentially, you could get it all done in as quickly as a month… but it could also take as long as a year.”

“Come and see me once you have all the appropriate recommendations,” said Twilight. “I can authorize the spell and arrange to have it cast on you.”

Scootaloo took the parchment with a huge smile. “Awesome! Thanks a lot!”

“But what exactly would the spell do?” Rumble asked. “How does it work?”

Celestia turned to him. “I’m afraid there’s no spell currently to guarantee a multiple pregnancy. The spells we have only increase your chances to various levels of potency. It’ll also depend on how well your genetic material responds to the magic.”

Twilight’s eyes flickered to Scootaloo’s heated waterbed of a womb, then to Rumble’s fat sheath and heavy nuts. “You... likely won’t need much. I bet a Level 2, mayyyyyybe a Level 3 Fecundity Ritual would be enough. I’m not sure how many you’re foals you’re looking to have at a time—”

Scootaloo waggled her eyebrows.

“—but I think that’ll get you good results.” A blush formed on Twilight’s face. “ALTHOUGH, that doesn’t mean I’m going to go easy on your paperwork! I’m going to make sure you two don’t overwhelm yourselves, okay? You both have foal fever bad. I think you should take a few months to see what it’s like with four before committing to more.”

Rumble scooched closer to Scootaloo. “We appreciate that, Twilight. You’re right, we might find that four is all we can handle, but for some reason… we don’t think that’ll be the case.”

Scootaloo smiled. “Call it a mother’s intuition.”

Twilight looked back up at Scootaloo. She looked so different now—from a small, scrawny athlete to a colossal feminine beauty. Her body had been reshaped into a maternal marvel, and she was thriving from it all, the excitement glinting in her eyes. Scootaloo had a new presence about her, too, a calm, serene air that put Twilight at ease, reminding her of her own mother...

“If you pass all the examinations,” Twilight said. “I’ll perform the spell on you myself. Deal?”

Scootaloo squee’d. “Deal!”

They talked a bit more for a few minutes before parting ways. Scootaloo and Rumble watched the closing ceremonies for the Summer Sun Celebration, then made their way back home.

“It may not be easy to pass all that testing,” Rumble said. “Princess Twilight can be a hardass when she wants to be.”

“I know.” Scootaloo put a ginormous orange wing around him, like a soft, feathery tarp. “But I also know we’ll get through it. Trust me, we’ll be on the fast track to the biggest family in Ponyville before we know it!”

A lopsided grin formed on Rumble’s face. “Maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll get pregnant with even more than four, eh? Then the spell will make you even bigger.”

Scootaloo closed her eyes, her wingtip stroking his sheath. “We can only hope.”

I Doubt They'll Be Endangered

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: Epilogue ^2 to Hybrid. Starlight is now 5 ½ months pregnant, relaxing in Twilight’s castle. She’s pregnant with multiples, but they can’t quite tell how many just yet. She’s reading a report given to her by Twilight that’s an analysis on her reproductive capabilities. Her and Spike’s frenzied, suultigri-fueled romp made them quite potent, and the doctors surmise that Starlight’s current pregnancy is on the low end of her capabilities. Future pregnancies will likely result in even higher sets of multiples, potentially with no upward limit. Spike comes in to dote on her, asking if she needs anything. She comments that she’s hungry, but before Spike can go off and get her something, she pins him with magic, spreads his legs, and starts licking his sheath to coax out his dick. Before long he’s at full mast and putty in her hooves, moaning as he pregnant mate gives him a sudden blowjob. He feels a tingling in his balls as Starlight pushes his seed production into overdrive, each one swelling more and more and more. Before long he’s cumming, and she gulps it all down without hesitation. Right as Spike erupts, Twilight walks in. She panics and slams the door, blushing furiously. Neither of them stop what they’re doing.

Contains: Feral, Hyper Pregnancy, Blowjobs, Impossibly Long Orgasm, Impossibly Sized Balls, Cumflation.

I Doubt They'll Be Endangered

Starlight lounged in her and Spike’s new room, eating huge clawfuls of assorted gems from an enormous bowl beside her. Twilight had been gracious enough to give them a larger room in the castle thanks to their bigger size, along with a giant king-sized bed to go with it. In Starlight’s magic was a medical report given to her by the mailmare.

...Diagnostics of reproductive system in female subject suggests that ovulation rate of new mammalian species is considerably higher than any other known mammal on record. Future heat cycles are anticipated to release a minimum of a dozen ovum into the uterus, with numbers below this extremely unlikely. Test results of male subject indicate sperm count is twenty times higher than typically seen in an adult stallion, with no evident deformations of spermatozoa spotted at this time. It is unclear what the procreative upward limit is of these two, although speculations are that this extreme abnormality will not extend to their offspring.

Second trimester fetal scans indicate gestative characteristics in line with a live birth. Further supporting this is the beginnings of maturation in female’s mammary glands. Female’s current pregnancy suggests that her extreme ovulation was present at time of conception, albeit at the lowest possible threshold. Whether this was caused by the transformative magic still taking hold or another factor is unclear. This abnormal potential could possibly be caused by draconic traits, the magical exposure, or some other factor. The knowledge exchange program with the now-amenable dragons is still ongoing, so records on dragon biology are still incomplete at this time.

However, it IS known that a dragoness’ first clutch of eggs is typically the smallest. The more clutches a dragoness lays in their lifetime, the more eggs they will produce. Based off initial test results, it’s anticipated the female subject’s future pregnancies will follow this pattern...

Starlight tossed the report away. She yawned, her eyes drifting down to her already-huge belly. Full, taut, and firm, the filled-out bulge of her womb felt like a hard medicine ball in her gut. And what a medicine ball it was! Not even 5 ½ months in, and she already was four times bigger than any pregnant mare she’d ever seen!

“Would it have killed them to used my actual name?” Starlight stuffed her mouth full with more gemstones, a snort of flame escaping her nostrils. “Sherioushly… treating me like shome kinda ‘inea ‘ig… what th’ eck...”

Part of her pointed out that she probably shouldn’t have expected much less from a team of detached scientists ruled over by cold, hard logic. Another part of her told the first to shut the fuck up. She was still a living, thinking being, and if anypony ever treated her like that to her face, she’d rip them a new asshole.

Starlight stretched herself out to her full length. It was a lazy Sunday, the warm summer breeze wafting in from one of the nearby window. She could smell a telltale, cloying sweetness wafting in, a predictable byproduct of this time of year. Even her body was reacting on a lesser level, like muted, sympathetic echoes of everyone else’s estrus. Apparently, even being pregnant didn’t totally remove her symptoms...

“Mmrrhh…” Starlight didn’t even realize she’d been doing it the whole time she’d been reading. While one claw had been grabbing fistfuls of gems, the other had wandered back to her sticky nethers. She’d been playing with her edges of her labia for a while now, her serpentine tail flicking around.

Starlight’s mind wandered while she pleasured herself. She couldn’t help but be turned on by the thought of what the coming years would bring. If the report was right, what she was experiencing right now was nothing compared to even what her next pregnancy would be—

The door opened. Spike trotted in with a few spellbooks on his back, whistling to himself.

“Hey, these were the only ones I could find.” He floated one of the books off his back in his emerald magic. “Heh, magic is awesome… Were these the ones you were talking about?”

A greedy look crept into Starlight’s gaze. She finished off the last of the gemstones, then for good measure, the bowl, as well. “Yeah… Thanks, Spike.”

Spike hesitated. “Something wrong?”

“No, no…” Starlight slipped another digit in her dampening slit, her voice low and husky. “I’m just kinda hungry for something more. Do you mind?”

Spike smiled. “Of course not! What are you craving?”

Starlight licked her lips. “Your dick.”

Spike was bowled over by a wall of telekinetic force. He yelped as he found himself abruptly pinned on his back, laying spread eagle as his arms and legs were held by magical bindings.

“G-Glimmy?!” Spike wiggled and squirmed.

Starlight got to her hooves with some effort. Purring, she stepped off the bed and approached her mate, eyes glued to his crotch. Her laden belly swayed gently with her movements, towering, prominent, and proud.

“You said you didn’t mind.” Starlight’s blush grew as she closed, smelling him. His sheath was barely able to contain his pride, his hefty nuts the size of apples…

Starlight frowned. There was no way apples were going to satisfy her! Her horn flared again, and Spike gasped as a tingling enveloped his scrotum. His pulse rose as he felt his balls bloating, churning and gurgling as they sloshed with fresh seed.

“Starlight…” Spike was getting hard already. “I s-swear… if you’re t-teasing me again—”

He was cut off by her licking his sheath. He moaned long and loud as her wet tongue caressed him, his length slipping free. His cock swelled with every beat of his heart, bigger and longer as it slipped into Starlight’s mouth. She murred and wrapped her lips around it, relishing how it crept farther and farther into her throat.

The door opened again.

“Spike, you said you wanted Starswirlian Excerpts, Volume Two!” Twilight held up a book in her magic. “You grabbed Volume F—”

She stopped dead.

“Th-Thanks, Twiiiiii—oh my god…” Spike grit his teeth as his growing length popped down Starlight’s throat. “Just p-put ‘em over…”

“EEP! Twilight vanished in a magenta flash.

Starlight growled. Without stopping, she slammed the door with magic and locked it. She then pivoted around so that she was straddling Spike, swinging her legs over his body. Even while standing, her pregnant belly brushed against his chest.

“Fuck…” Spike clutched her maternity, rubbing and peppering it with kisses. He could feel the light thwumps from his children, shifting and stirring. The smell of her sex washed over him, heady and intoxicating. His balls were now the size of coconuts, their burgeoning size spreading his legs wide. Starlight’s tight throat was squeezing him almost as hard as her cunny, slick, damp, and hot. It felt even tighter as his cock grew thicker.

Starlight sucked Spike harder. She could feel it bulging, twitching and pulsing. Soon, he’d impregnate her again with it. Soon, he’d make her even more gravid with even more life. She was going to have to start a hoard so she’d be able to support THISpregnancy—she couldn’t wait to see what the next one would bring. The thought sparked a NEED deep within her, an aching clench that made her wink.

Spike gasped. A bubble of air was rising in his chest, light and heady. He fought the urge to thrust his hips as he grasped her, feeling his claws along her scales and through her plush fur. Pre flowed from his length in greater spurts, his tufted tail lashing back and forth. His fat knot was expanding, the bulbous sides swollen and thick, and Starlight gulped it down in a flash and swallowed, massaging his shaft with her velvety gullet. He knew he wasn’t going to last much longer, the coiled spring tightening past the point of no return. He yelled Starlight’s name as the tension boiled over, his watermelon-sized nuts contracting.

Starlight knew it was coming. She could feel the way his cock was twitching. She formed a tight seal and sucked as hard as she could, pouring one last burst into his glowing balls. His musky balls grew out well past his knees, and not a second later—

Spike erupted. Jet after jet of EXTREMELY virile cum pumped into Starlight stomach, Filling her belly with delicious, addictive heat. Spike’s eyes rolled in the back of his head as he lost it, facefucking his mate without pause or restraint, flying high as his mind fogged over. Starlight just egged him on, milking him again and again, gulping and tugging on his scrotum’s stretchy skin.

A minute later, he was still going.

Five minutes later, and he was still going.

TEN minutes later, and he was still going, his balls barely shrunk at all! Yet Starlight was still ravenous, hungry for all he had to give. Her gut was hanging lower and lower with every gulp, yet if anything, all she felt was hungrier...

Unseen by both of them, a barely noticeable shimmer flickered in the corner of the room. The mirage-like disturbance went unnoticed for the most part, it’s glints of lavender and totally inconspicuous smell...

A Day In the Life of a Hyper-Pregnant Animal Handler and a Hyper-Pregnant Fashionista - Week 19

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: Fluttershy and Rarity, both 19 weeks pregnant with a LOT of foals, are in Carousel Boutique doing measurements for new clothes. It was only the week prior Fluttershy was in here getting fitted for maternity wear, but she’s growing so fast that it doesn’t fit her anymore! They’re quickly realizing they’re fighting a losing battle, but Fluttershy wants to at least try to wear clothes for a bit longer. Rarity doesn’t mind—she’s always up for designing a new outfit, and she needs to fit herself as well. She also doesn’t mind that measuring Fluttershy like this means she gets a firsthand look at Fluttershy’s progression…

Fluttershy is standing on a raised platform Rarity has all her clients on while she measures them. Fluttershy’s belly is bigger than Rarity’s, but Rarity has larger breasts.

Contains: Anthro, Hyper Pregnancy, Exhibitionism, Maiesiophilia

A Day In the Life of a Hyper-Pregnant Animal Handler and a Hyper-Pregnant Fashionista - Week 19

Art by ForFun41.

“Rarity?” said Fluttershy.

“...pity cashmere doesn’t stretch more—hmm?” Rarity glanced back at her. “Yes, darling?”

Fluttershy put a hand on her rounded middle. Soft and firm, her medicine ball-sized womb stuck out in front of her for all to see. “I’m not… TOO big, am I?”

Rarity smiled. “Not at all! You heard Twilight at our last check-up, didn’t you? We’re all exactly the size we should be!”

Fluttershy pulled her arms behind her back. “I know, but… even so.”

Rarity turned to properly examine her—slowly, mind you. Being immensely pregnant herself, she wasn’t in a habit of making sudden movements. “Why? Did somepony say something to you?”

Fluttershy chewed on her lip. “I was getting some triage supplies the other day from Doctor Fauna. There was a mother with a little girl and a boy in the waiting room, and when I went by, the little girl said, ‘Wow, Mommy! That lady’s HUGE!’”

Rarity could only sigh. From the mouths of babes, as they said.

“And when I turned to look, I saw the mother staring at me.” Fluttershy’s face heated up. “She was… really, really surprised. She just gawked like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.”

Rarity rolled her eyes. “Honestly, you’d think word would’ve gotten around by now about what’s happened to all of us. Guess a few ponies were living under a rock, it seems… I wouldn’t trouble yourself over it. What matters is that you’re happy with yourself.”

Fluttershy fidgeted as Rarity wrapped the tape around her, holding it just below her navel. “Have you gotten any ponies staring at you when you go out?”

Rarity chuckled. “Oh, I have my admirers.” With magic, she floated over a bolt of fine silk, wrapping the thin ribbon around her burgeoning womb like a harness. “You know me, I always make sure I’m looking fabulous wherever I go, and I must say, it’s been quite easy to identify the ponies in town that are attracted to… ‘the pregnant form’, shall we say?”

Fluttershy hesitated. “Wait… really?”

“Oh, most definitely!” Rarity slipped on her glasses to write down Fluttershy’s measurements, measuring out lengths of silk as she went. “Like Time Turner! Ho-ho, is he EVER interested! His eyes are glued to me wherever I go, and—oh, get this—he’s such a dear, he always tries to help me with whatever I ask. Doesn’t even try to hide that he’s hard as a rock—he just likes to look at me.”

Fluttershy tilted her head. “Ponies are… attracted to pregnancy?”

“...Well, not ALL ponies,” Rarity admitted. “But there are a good number that are. Not all of them stallions, either—Lyra Heartstrings? Incredibly attracted. I was on a walk last week in the park, and I was wearing this adorable teal ensemble with black leggings. The top was form-fitting, of course, but other than that, completely and totally conservative! But as soon as Lyra saw me coming her way, she stared at me slack-jawed, not even strumming her little lyre. Oh, the green-eyed monster got her hard, I could tell. I wouldn’t be surprised if her or Bon-Bon is expecting next heat season…”

It was hard for Fluttershy to get her head around. She’d never even considered some ponies might be attracted to the concept of… this. A huge baby bump growing bigger and bigger with each passing day? Sore, heavy breasts that leaked randomly? The mood swings, cravings, and hormones? What?

“What do you think it is?” Fluttershy asked. “About pregnancy, I mean. What makes it so… a-arousing?”

“Oh, I doubt it’s any one thing.” Rarity sketched out some patterns on some parchment, mostly of pants, but also some tops, as well. “It’s most likely something different for each pony. Some might like the big, round, foal-filled belly, teeming with life and growing with each passing week. Others might like how mare’s body changes, the hips getting wider, the butt and boobs getting bigger, and all that. Some might like the concept of breastfeeding, or even just the idea of a mare lactating! The urge to reproduce is a rather basic one, isn’t it? When you really think about it, it’s not all that surprising a lot of ponies find the process attractive.”

Fluttershy frowned. That… was a lot of info, a lot of it suspiciously detailed. Rarity currently had her back turned, so without a word, Fluttershy snuck a look at Rarity’s plump rear. She was wearing nothing more than a pair of silk panties because none of her clothes fit, either...

Even from the back, Fluttershy could tell they were rather damp.

“Rarity,” Fluttershy said slowly. “You…?”

Rarity burst out laughing.

“I used to think it was a bad thing, you know.” She looked over her shoulder with a coy wink. “Thought I was being naughty. Thought I was a deviant. Time straightened out that little mistake, but I spent years skulking around, harboring what I thought was a dark secret.”

Fluttershy didn’t know what to say. Just when you think you know a pony, it turns out they have a hidden pregnancy fetish. What other kinds of kinks did Rarity have? What, was she next going to say that she had a macro fetish, too?

“I’ve always looked forward to the day I could get pregnant.” Rarity smiled as she stroked her full belly, a great, gravid mass that drew attention wherever she went. “Of course, there’s a difference between appreciating pregnancy, and being pregnant yourself. I was worried I wouldn’t like it when I was going through the experience, but my, was THAT a needless fear! I’ve enjoyed every minute of this, and let me tell you, I certainly can’t complain about what this has done for my girls!”

Rarity gestured to her colossal breasts. Heavy, grand, and firm, they were the largest pair Fluttershy had ever seen. They were like pillow-sized marshmallows that rested comfortably atop her massive swell, swaying gently with her every step.

“And even better, I’ve gotten insight on how to design maternity wear!” Rarity beamed and clapped her hands. “I’m going to be putting together an expansive line for the fall season, and I’ve already gotten orders on reserve just through word of mouth alone! It’s going to be fabulous!”

A smile of her own crept up on Fluttershy’s lips. Personal confusion aside, to hear Rarity sound so excited had to be a good thing.

“I just never really even considered it,” Fluttershy said. “I always thought that being pregnant was a thing stallions didn’t like, you know? That’s what all the magazines and books and plays always say...”

“Fluttershy, take it a girl that does her own marketing and advertising.” Rarity turned to face her. “The media is filled with flaky, backstabbing blowhards that always have a spin. An angle. An intended way to portray something, whether it’s actually the truth or not. They can’t outright lie to you—that’s quite illegal—but they CAN show something in a certain light that’ll make you connect the dots. If they think it’ll get them the most bits, a lot of influential ponies out there will push to make everypony think that things are a certain way. That doesn’t mean it reflects reality.”

Fluttershy winced. She hadn’t really thought of that. “I… suppose you have a point…”

Rarity stepped closer, gently patting Fluttershy’s womb. “What’s happening to us is beautiful. This is a sign of life—of health, love, and fertility! This is how you let the world know that you’re a mare! Every girl only gets pregnant a certain number of times in their life, so don’t get caught up in the woes and aches and pains and worries. Enjoy the experience, darling. Don’t be ashamed or afraid.”

Fluttershy looked over to the side. She hated to admit it, but a large part of her had been fretting. What it would mean, the changes it would bring, the impressions of everyone around her. The concerns were even starting to keep her up at night.

Straightening up, Fluttershy clenched her jaw and nodded, a steely glint now in her eyes.

“O-Okay.”

A Day In the Life of a Hyper-Pregnant Bookhorse - Week 22

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: Twilight, 22 weeks pregnant with a LOT of foals, is trying to monitor the various details of her progressing pregnancy. Caloric intake, weight gain, breast growth, blood pressure, heart rate, skin tissue health, etc. Spike assists her with this, dutifully recording the readings she gives him while trying not to be in the way. At one point, Twilight steps on a scale to weigh herself, but can’t actually see the reading. She asks Spike to take the reading for her while she writes down a few more things.

Contains: Anthro, Hyper Pregnancy, Bookhorse Doing Bookhorse Things.

A Day In the Life of a Hyper-Pregnant Bookhorse - Week 22

Art by ForFun41

“Did you get the reading, Spike?” said Twilight. “Read it back to me.”

Spike glanced up from the long, long parchment he’d been writing on. “Overall blood volume up six percent, oxygen capacity up eight percent. Lung capacity up five percent, heart rate remains steady. Overall summary of cardiovascular system is in line with progression of applied arcane enhancements.”

“Good!” Twilight took off the blood pressure cuff she’d been wearing. She set it beside all the other medical instruments she’d acquired from the hospital. “Looks like I’m progressing nicely.”

Spike’s eyes drifted down to Twilight’s growing belly. From his angle, her baby bump was like a baby mountain, astounding in its sheer size and girth. Her womb alone was getting to be bigger than HIM!

“Are you sure this is normal, Twilight?” His eyes widened as the underside of her womb distended faintly in the shape of a hoof. “You’re getting kinda big…”

“For this number of foals? Absolutely.” Twilight reached for a metallic device on the table beside her. She held it up to where her skin was stretched most, twitching as it touched her. “Jeez, that’s cold… hmm, let’s see here... what does that reading say, Spike? I have to hold it here to be accurate.”

Spike hadn’t even realized what Twilight was doing. She was holding the device on the right side of her belly, and with him on her left, he couldn’t see it around her expansive swell! He walked around to Twilight’s other side, squinting as he checked the reading.

“...Dermal integrity at eighty-six percent,” he read aloud. “Eighty six point five-two, to be exact.”

Twilight sucked on her teeth. “Might need another Bio-Nourish spell. Striae tend to form around eighty percent integrity. Can you hand me the Vejovis Grimoire?”

Spike went over to one of the bookshelves. “The one with the hand holding a bunch of arrows that look like lightning bolts, right?”

“Yep.”

Spike retrieved the book and held it out to her. “What else do you want to do?”

“One second.” With care, Twilight flipped through the ancient pages, muttering a string of strange words under her breath. Her skin developed a magenta sheen the color of her magic a moment before seeping into her coat. “Hehe, tingly… I want to check my weight next. I’ll need your help for that.”

Spike chuckled. “You could just stand to the side and look down to see the scale, you know.”

“I don’t trust my balance right now, Spike,” Twilight said. “I’m growing so fast that my center of gravity is shifting every day! Just because I have safety spells in place doesn’t mean I want to test them by taking a fall.”

Spike conceded the point. “Fine, fine…”

With some effort, Twilight got herself up off the chair and went into the bathroom. Upon entering, the sides of her belly brushed the doorframe, sending shivers across her sensitive skin. She didn’t have any shirts that’d fit her anymore, so she was just wearing a tank top to cover her enlarged boobs. Having shorts that fit was also a challenge, but thanks to Rarity, she at least had a pair that should last a while.

Should.

Spike followed her in the bathroom. “Wouldn’t it be easier to do this out in the main room? Even if you weren’t hugely pregnant, it’s kinda cramped in here for two.”

Twilight hesitated. “That’s… a good point, actually. Yeah, let’s do this out there. Watch out, I’m backing up.”

Spike rolled his eyes. He understood why Twilight didn’t like teleporting everywhere all the time, but sometimes, he swore she forgot she could do it at all. He moved clear of the door to let Twilight move out, the weight scale floating in her magic.

“Crying out loud…” he heard her mutter. “I almost need something to flash and beep to let ponies know I’m moving backwards…” She got free of the bathroom and turned around, her huge middle swinging around like a wrecking ball. Spike had learned pretty quickly to stay well clear when she was turning. Getting smacked once with that gravid tummy was enough for him.

“Okay.” Twilight set the scale on the floor, carefully standing on it after she heard the beep. “Take the reading, Spike. What’s the progress since last week?”

Spike took a look at the electronic display. He wrote down the number and compared it to the list of weeks previous. “Holy cow! You’ve gained eighty pounds, Twilight! You’re getting REALLY heavy!”

Twilight beamed. "Why thank you, Spike.”

“I mean, wow!” Spike double-checked everything, but the numbers didn’t lie. “Twilight, I don’t even weigh eighty pounds! You’ve gained more weight in a week than I weigh altogether! I know you’ve been inhaling food left and right, but I didn’t think you’d been gaining THIS much!”

Twilight giggled. “I’m afraid it’s not going to be stopping anytime soon.” She drummed her fingers below her boobs, feeling the firm squishy give of her womb. “I’m only a little over halfway through my second trimester, and things are only going to be speeding up from here. Pretty much everything about me’s gonna keep getting bigger.”

Spike raised an eyebrow. “How much bigger?”

Twilight looked down at herself. She recalled what the doctors had told her and the girls, the estimates of what to expect. She herself wasn’t even the ‘worst afflicted’, and even still there were talks of needing to relocate her to a larger building. Fluttershy, Applejack, Pinkie, and Rarity would definitely need to do that; the only one of them that may not to is Rainbow.

“I’m not… totally… sure, Twilight finally said.

Spike raised an eyebrow.

Twilight smiled as she stroked her belly. She could feel the warm, swirling weight within, the fertile mass teeming with life. This had definitely been an experience already, and she couldn’t help but feel a little proud. She’d seen the looks of stallions when she passed, their eyes lingering on her wide hips and ass. Her breasts were already the size of her head, and—

She felt a wetness seep through her tanktop.

“We’ll take things as they come, Spike.” With magic, Twilight summoned an odd device to her, one with pumps and tubes and a large bucket-like thing. “Looks like I need to harvest some colostrum again. Be reading to take a reading on that, too—I’ve a feeling we’re gonna need a lot of it, and I may need to use a spell to ensure my body makes more.”

Sighing, Spike went down to a lower part of the scroll, preparing to note the reading of Twilight’s breastmilk. “And let me guess, if you do that, that’s likely going to make your breasts even bigger?”

Twilight laughed. “Probably.”

A Day In the Life of a Hyper-Pregnant Bookhorse - Week 25

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: Twilight, 25 weeks pregnant with a LOT of foals, has just finished getting dressed on the morning of her birthday. She comes downstairs to find a HUGE cake sitting on her table from Pinkie Pie with a small note. With little pause Twilight sits down to eat the entire thing, even though it’s nearly as big as she is!

Contains: Anthro, Hyper Pregnancy, Stuffing.

A Day In the Life of a Hyper-Pregnant Bookhorse - Week 25

Art by ForFun41.

“Mmmm, nyup, nyup…” Twilight stepped naked out of her bathroom in a cloud of steam. Belly first, she waddled out into her bedroom, giving her sides a good scratch. She glanced at the clock on the wall to see that it was nine in the morning.

Twilight rolled her eyes. She rested a hand on her back, glancing down at the trio of maternal hills attached her front. Even with her tits now bigger than her head, she could still see the curve of her gigantic baby bump, shaking and fluttering with light, tickling kicks. “Won’t even let Mommy sleep in on her birthday, will you?”

GURRRRRRGLE

Twilight sighed. Unending, ravenous hunger had kind of become par for the course with this pregnancy, so much that she’d gotten used to it. She swore, all she did these days was eat! She was hungry all the time, and no matter how much she stuffed her face, her stomach was always still gurgling, growling for more! Nevermind the magical pills she took to cater to her body’s increasing caloric and nutritional needs, neither the babies nor her stomach seemed to give a rip.

“I really need to develop an appetite suppressant…”

Twilight made her over to the dresser to get dressed. Granted, ‘getting dressed’ was something of a joke these days, and she wasn’t going to bother wearing much yet considering she was just going to be lounging around the house until this evening. She walked forward carefully until she felt her coconut-sized navel brush against the smooth, lacquered wood, then swung her girth to the side, sidestepping so she could actually get at the drawers.

“This is getting to be more and more of a process,” she mused. Her field of vision had been rapidly dwindling with each passing week, blocked out by more and more of her boobs and rapidly-growing belly. Noticing things immediately in front of her was impossible, to the point she’d starting keeping a radar spell going at all times. Worked pretty well, but it wasn’t as good as, you know, actually seeing.

“Ugh.” Twilight tossed away the third bra she’d tried. She hefted her boobs one at a time, soft, perky, and massive. They had to weigh fifteen pounds a piece! “Gotten bigger again, I see. At least they’re not leaking today...”

Grumbling, she set the useless bras aside and pulled the drawer out farther. She had the next size of bras back there, and fortunately, those did fit. Her panties still fit fortunately, so that was good enough for now. She made a mental note to prioritize researching that clothing elasticity spell she’d heard about.

Twilight glanced at the full-length mirror on the wall. She wasn’t even sure there was a word to describe how big she was, although if she had to try, she’d probably settle on gargantuan. Even standing up straight, her womb was so big that her huge boobs were pushed up from resting on it, WHILE it stretched down to her shins! Her round, heavy bump was a fertile orb that pushed out far, far, FAR past her frame, emanating a greater warmth from being packed to the brim with so many foals. Even with all the testing and spells she’d cast, she still wasn’t quite sure how many she had in there...

Curious, Twilight pulled out a cloth measuring tape and wrapped it around the widest point of her swell, doing some quick math to figure out the circumference.

“Celestia’s sake…” Twilight shook her head. “I’m twenty-five weeks pregnant, and my uterus is already half as wide as I am tall! And I’m not even a third the size of Fluttershy! That’s freaking ridiculous!”

GURRRRRRRGLE!

Twilight’s gut literally shook. She pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned, finally relenting.

“Sure, why not? Let’s feed the brood so I can grow even more. Crying out loud, I know I’m in the middle of a growth spurt, but to think there’s still fifteen more weeks of this...”

Before she did anything else, Twilight reached for a pill bottle on top of the dresser. She shook out a little multicolored capsule and gulped it down dry, shivering slightly as the enchanted vitamin took effect. Then she shook her head to clear out the remaining drowsy cobwebs, focusing on an image of her kitchen. She cast the spell and closed her eyes...

FLASH!

…only to be greeted by a pleasant sight. Sitting there, on the table by the door, was an enormous four tier birthday cake, colored in lavender and magenta frosting. The warm, heavenly smell of freshly-cooked dessert made Twilight’s eyes grew huge. The thing was nearly the size of HER!

“O-Oh…”

Twilight spied a little note beside the cake, scrawled in familiar scratchy handwriting.

Happy Birthday!

-Pinkie Pie

Twilight licked her lips. The hunger in her belly went up a couple notches, and she was getting a fork and a chair before she even realized it. But then she said screw the fork and just sat down, using magic to start grabbing chunks.

“Well then,” Twilight purred. “Looks like I’m having cake for breakfast.”

She tucked in without further pause. The first taste was like ambrosia on her tongue, the soft, fluffy cake nearly melting in her mouth. She hummed at the robust taste of cream cheese frosting—her absolute favorite. She took a few moments to savor the first few decadent bites, but her hunger got the better of her and she started devouring it fast as she could.

Whereas most ponies would stop after one slice, maybe two if they wanted to indulge, Twilight had no such limits. She was a hungry, immensely pregnant mare, and the only signal her body sent was more. The foals’ kicking died down as a combination of delectable dessert and actual healthy stuff from the pill reached them, but Twilight didn’t stop. Bite after bite she plowed through the treat, never stopping or slowing once, her stomach accepting all that it was offered.

Little by little the cake vanished down her throat, her gut starting to swell more with so much goodness. She rubbed what little she could reach of her belly and kept eating, the stretched skin stretching even further, the light tingles a pleasant compliment to the beginnings of an immense sugar rush. She knew a good bit of this was likely going to go to her thighs and rump, but she didn’t care. She was a little lacking in those departments at the moment, anyway...

Twilight began seriously considering just spending her birthday here in the kitchen devouring everything in her foodstores. That might be a fun way to spend the day. Her stomach was still egging her on at the cake’s halfway point, pound after literal pound of fattening dessert being devoured without pause. Being hungry was pretty much a constant at the moment—it was just the level to which she was hungry. Trying to eat until she was well and properly full actually sounded like a fun challenge.

Twilight silently thanked Pinkie as she attacked the second half with gusto, making a mental note to return the favor somehow.

It was going to be a good birthday.

Dr. Discord's Patented Exposure Therapy™

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: Fluttershy is turned into a dragon by Discord in order to help her get over her fear of them. Problem is, Fluttershy admits that part of her reason for their fear is their size and power. Discord rationalizes that Fluttershy won’t be afraid of power and size if she’s made to see what it’s like, so he zaps her and she starts growing bigger and more powerful. Fluttershy is very timid and worried about this, doing her best to resist the addicting nature of size and strength. She gets to around seven hundred feet tall before Discord stops it, and they have a little chat about Fluttershy’s fear.

Contains: Feral, Macro, Growth, Power Fantasy, Dragon TF, Destruction

Dr. Discord's Patented Exposure Therapy™

Art by Whitestar1802.

“Oh, come on, Fluttershy!” Discord said. “You don’t—snrrrk—look that bad! Have a look in the pond!”

“No!” Fluttershy turned her back to him, her arms folded. “I don’t want to see myself like this!”

Discord facepalmed. “Oh, for the love of tire irons…” He raised his claw and snapped his fingers.

ZING! A tall mirror appeared right in front of Fluttershy. A pony-sized dragoness stared back at her, scales yellow, spines pink. Her cat-like pupils gave her chills upon seeing them, almost as much as her big, leathery wings. Her long tail felt alien as she flexed it back and forth, along with the sensation of opening and closing her claws, razor sharp and deadly.

“You’re being silly, my dear,” Discord said. He came up beside her to look, as well. “This phobia of yours is positively psychosomatic! Your friend Spike is a dragon. I’m part dragon! You’re not afraid of either of us, so why would you be so frightened of dragons in general?”

Fluttershy opened her mouth. Cruel, pointed fangs greeted her, the flat teeth only left in the back. A thin, forked tongue snaked out to taste the air, at least three times the length she was used to. “You and Spike are different. You’re not big and powerful brutes that just do whatever you want, when you want.”

Discord hesitated. He ran that last sentence over in his mind, particularly, the way in which she’d said it. “Is that really what it is? You’re afraid of big dragons?”

Fluttershy looked down at the ground. “They have all that power, but they don’t care about anything but themselves. They’d step on you just as soon as talk to you.”

Discord chuckled. “Well, I suppose there are fair number of that sort. But not all of them are like that, you know. I’ve personally met a fair number the size of that green dragon in the Everfree that were a perfectly decent sort! It all comes down to personality.”

Fluttershy clawed at the dirt. “I… I’m sorry, but I just don’t see how…”

Discord suddenly got an idea. “How about I show you?”

Fluttershy looked up. “What?”

“Yes! A perfect idea!” Discord clapped his hands. “You can’t see how something so big could still be nice because you can’t grasp what it’s like to be big yourself! If you see what it’s like to be that size, you won’t be afraid anymore! A perfect idea!”

Fluttershy took a step back. “Why would that help with anything?!”

“Don’t worry!” Discord cracked his knuckles. “I’ll be sure not to half-ass this! We need to get this phobia out of your system, and the only way we’re gonna do it is by amping your exposure up to eleven! Get ready to kiss the sky, Fluttershy! When I’m through, they’ll be crowning you the new Dragon Lord!”

“Discord, stop! I—”

But he’d already snapped his fingers.

A shudder ran through Fluttershy like she’d grabbed a tuning fork. She nearly tripped and fell, everything going blurry a second before refocusing. When she straightened back up she felt better, but the tingly feeling quickly replaced by a heat, starting faint but getting stronger… and stronger… and STRONGER…

It looked like the ground was falling away. Fluttershy blinked as her perspective shifted bit by bit, the forest around suddenly seeming not so large. Bushes that’d come up to her barrel now came up to her knees, then to her shins! Her tail flicked side to side as she looked all around, her mouth going dry as she stared at Discord.

“I-I...”

Discord smirked. He waited until she’d grown big enough for them to see eye to eye, then stole a quick peck on the cheek.

“Have fun~”

ZING! He vanished in a bright flash.

Fluttershy meeped. She looked all around in a panic, the forest clearing staring to close in on her. Her wings snapped to her sides and locked up, her pulse rising as she grew bigger.

“Oh dear oh dear oh dear oh dear!” Fluttershy tucked her scaly tail around herself. She curled into a ball and hugged herself, trying to ignore the sound of the soil shifting, grass tearing, her muscles swelling, her bones and skin creaking. The rising heat within her pounded in her ears, the tight, coiled energy building at a steady rate. It was coming in pulses, each one alluring and suffusing, adding to the developing wellspring that now coursed through her veins.

“A-Ah…” Fluttershy wiggled and squirmed. Before long she felt herself brushing up against the edges of the clearing, her rump pushing against the measly trees. She scooched closer to the center of the clearing, but within seconds she felt her rump brushing up again, the trees feeling smaller than ever. No matter how tightly she hugged herself she now filled up the entirety of the clearing, her growing form the size of an ursa minor!

Fluttershy fought to resist the rising tide. Delicious, tantalizing POWER raced through her, its siren song singing to her. Her trepidations and worries were being drowned out by a heady rush, one that grew harder and harder to ignore. Her bulging, swelling form was straining against the trees, the first telltale CRACKS signalling that her growth wasn’t stopping. Her scales were scraping against the bark, scraping against the rock and dirt, yet they gave way to HER! A simple push was enough to allow herself more room—all she had to do was take it!

Hissing, Fluttershy scrambled to get up. Crunching, crashing, and smashing accompanied her swift movements, trees falling bending and breaking all around her. The ground shook as she rose to her full height, her impressive form still climbing… ascending! Birds flew off and small creatures fled, the clearing now occupied by a rapidly-growing dragon! She could only stand in shock as destruction happened all around her, trees rubbing up against her chest and tail, shivering and shuddering before being felled.

It wasn’t long before Fluttershy could see up and over the forest canopy. The heat was emanating from her chest to then spread out to the rest of her, and every time it spread outward she grew larger, almost like a hiccup.Trees stretched out in every direction around her, looking smaller and smaller to her by the second. She was bigger than the enormous red dragon they’d evicted from the mountain! And she was STILL growing! Every fresh surge felt better than the last, coaxing her to give in, to just relax and enjoy it, but she still fought to keep her head.

“I’m not…” She cut herself off with a moan. “I’m n-not one of them!”

She was now standing head and shoulders over the canopy, and still growing strong. Her stance widened with every surge, shooting up feet at a time… then yards at a time! She winced as she had to smash more of the forest below, her claws expanding to take up more and more space, her antsy tail fighting to be freed so it could swish free. Before long her barrel cleared the canopy’s highest point, and Fluttershy could see Ponyville, several miles out to the south.

Fluttershy grit her teeth. The growth was only accelerating, and she was going to destroy the whole forest at this rate! The power ran through her like a livewire, making her feel more alive than ever before. Giddiness raced through her, along with promises of greatness and strength! Her knees now cleared the canopy, and the length of her body was so great that an entire hoofball field could fit comfortably beneath her. She was now starting to rival the greatest of dragons, and it wouldn’t be long before nothing… NOTHING could stop her!

“NO!” Fluttershy stomped her foot, a small earthquake ravaging the forest. “I WON’T GIVE IN! I’M NOT LIKE THAT, AND I NEVER WILL BE!”

In response, the growth doubled. Fluttershy’s eyes rolled back as she rocketed up and up, so large that even her claws were larger than the trees. Every part of her swelled and expanded, soaring upward with rising speed. She passed five hundred feet without even stopping, the four digit numbers starting to not look so far away—

“Having fun?” asked a familiar voice.

Fluttershy’s eyes snapped open. A gnat had flashed into being a hundred feet away from her colossal eyes, just far away that she could focus on it.

“Discord!” Fluttershy’s voice was deafening. “Stop it! Stop the spell!”

Discord chuckled. “But you’re not even the size of a mountain yet! Wouldn’t you rather—”

“NO!” Fluttershy glared daggers at him. “Stop. The. Spell. NOW!”

Discord raised an eyebrow. He snapped his fingers again, and a bolt like lightning struck her.

Fluttershy felt the throbbing pulses cease. She sighed in relief as she looked all around, paling as she realized she could see the entirety of Canterhorn Valley. “Oh, my…”

“Like it?” Discord landed on her toothy muzzle. “You’ve got quite the view, I must say. Granted, I know you probably see it enough being able to fly and all, but able to see it while on the ground...”

Fluttershy was speechless. She was indeed still ‘on the ground’, her mighty claws sunk quite deeply into the earth. Length-wise, she had to be half as long as Ponyville!

“I once knew a dragon who was this size,” Discord said. “I suppose you could even call him my mentor. He was old when the world was young, and we always had the nicest talks. Talking was about all he could do, see, so he was usually quite the conversationalist. You remind me a lot of him, actually...”

Fluttershy frowned at that. “What do you mean?”

Discord patted her snout. “I mean he was kind. He was good, he was giving, he was patient and wise. He told me a great many things about the world, the things he’d seen and experienced, and the things that he believed in. It was his teachings that I followed for millennia before forgetting them. You would’ve liked him.”

Fluttershy swallowed hard. She could still very clearly feel the destroyed forest around her feet, along with the terrifying shadow that she now cast. “And what would he say if he could see what you just did to me?!”

“Oh, calm down,” said Discord. “I moved all the animals soon as I started this little experiment, and I’ll fix the trees in a bit. What’s more important now, is that you listen.”

Fluttershy glowered. “You had me terrified, Discord! I was worried that I’d crushed someone!”

“Worried that you’d crushed someone?” Discord repeated. “Well now, that doesn’t sound like something an immensely powerful mega-dragon would say. Why should you care about those puny little gnats?”

“They’re not puny little gnats!” Fluttershy said. “They’re living, breathing creatures with lives and thoughts! I don’t care how big or how powerful I get—I’m not so arrogant to think that they’re nothing!”

Discord examined his back of his paw. “Do you think you’re first dragon to think that?”

Fluttershy’s reply died on her lips. Her thoughts fell into a jam, stumbling over one another.

“There are evil dragons and good dragons,” Discord said. “True, size and power are alluring, but that doesn’t mean every dragon out there succumbs to them. Many of them try to use their abilities for good, and more often times than not they succeed. A dragon doesn’t get to this size without learning a thing or two about the world.”

Fluttershy didn’t know what to say. It’s not like she was now going to look at the world in a whole new different way or something, but this definitely was food for thought.

“I’d take another look at how you view dragons, my dear.” Discord gave her a meaningful look. “Trust me on this—if you let a fear control you, it’ll eventually turn you bitter, and things just go downhill from there.”

Fluttershy gulped. “I-I’ll try. Can you shrink me down now, please?”

“Mmmm…” Discord tapped his chin. “I dunno, you’re quite ravishing as a giantess—”

“Discord!”

“Fine, fine…”

Reformed Villain Threesome

Author's Note

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

Stellar Gleam (R63 Starlight Glimmer) has two penises, and is receiving a blowjob from both Trixie and Sunset Shimmer. They’re both in heat and can’t wait for him to impregnate them. After he cums, he has them lay belly to belly on the edge of a bed so he can mount them both at the same time.

Contains: Feral, Estrus, Blowjob, R63, A Stallion With Two Dicks, Threesome, Implied Bisexual, Imminent Impregnation.

Reformed Villain Threesome

“Mmhh…” Sunset licked the massive dick before her, running her wet tongue all along the base. She could feel the blood pumping within, making it swell even bigger before her very eyes!

But she wasn’t the only one with a prize. Right beside her, Trixie was licking the dick’s twin, her sweaty face flushed as she kissed the very tip. She looked up into the eyes of the stallion she and Sunset were servicing, the timid owner of both giant, virile cocks.

Stellar’s lips were half parted, his face flushed from both mares servicing him. His dicks were twitching and leaking all over the place, his oversized nuts bloating up with fresh seed. He struggled to find his voice between pants for breath. “Maybe I sh-should’ve… told you girls about this... s-sooner…”

Sunset stopped her licking a moment to inhale his dry, earthy musk. “Why you would ever hide something like this, I’ll never know.”

Trixie hummed her agreement. Greedily, she pushed his cock past her lips, running her tongue all along his head.

Stellar sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. His groin was a jumbled mass of tension, and Trixie was just adding to it. He fought not to jerk his hips, letting Trixie do all the work as his mind clouded over. NOW he was fully hard, his dual dicks standing at their full, impressive lengths.

Sunset wasn’t about to be outdone. Hungrily, she slurped down the other shaft, a loud, lewd moan escaping her. She tasted his pre and kept suckling to coax out every last bit she could get. Her head sank lower and lower as she took more of his size, his girth filling her whole mouth to the point her jaw hurt. Her cheek brushed against Trixie’s as they each travelled towards Stellar’s base, their own nethers winking and drenched.

Stellar was sweating. He was drowning in the damp, sweet smell of estrus, Sunset and Trixie caught in the thick of it. His gurgling balls churned with their tight, loving sucks, producing more and more thick cum. His eyes were near dilated from the dual blowjob, but what captivated him most was the girls’ eyes—they were both staring into his with the sexiest come-hither looks he’d ever seen.

And it was only amplified by the fact that they each had one of his cocks in their mouth…

Sunset and Trixie were at his medial rings. Trixie pause to use more of her tongue, but Sunset instead went straight for the prize. Inch after inch of his shaft she swallowed, to the point he felt his head brush the back of her slippery throat. She gagged and pulled back a bit, but then, eyes narrowed, she jammed her head down all the way, the first quarter of his cock popping into her gullet. Stellar swore and slammed his hooves on the bed, every instinct screaming to put his hooves behind her head and hold her there. With herculean effort he resisted, his entire body stiff as she swallowed him again, and again, and again…

“Glk… glk… glk…”

Trixie’s ears twitched at the fleshy sound. She realized Sunset’s head was all the way at Stellar’s crotch, and so she quickly stuffed the rest of his dick in her maw. Her lips grazed his pubic fur as her tongue snaked out to caress his huge balls, the scent of Stellar consuming her entire world. Every new inhale lodged his musk in her brain, making her wet to the point that a puddle was forming beneath her. His twitching dick was so warm in her mouth, and she could feel it leaking pre straight down her throat, sliding down to land in her stomach.

Stellar’s eyes rolled back. The hot, sticky sounds of the girls, the moans and hums they made, the sight of their tails flagging with their hindquarters arched high. His balls were filled to the brim and yet still swelled bigger, his boiling point now fast approaching. The tension, the tingling, rising tightness, it coiled deep in his core just waiting to explode. He tried to grunt out a warning, but all that escaped him was a low nicker. His hips shuddered, rising up slightly on their own, his testes pulling up into his body…

Both girls could tell it was coming. The look on Stellar’s face was the giveaway, but neither of them made any effort to stop. In fact they just kept right on sucking, hungry for his essence. He lost control and thrust his hips up high, and they cooed as his dicks grew hotter in their mouths, the first spurt of cum rushing through them. They pushed their heads down as far as they could go, feeling his hot load jet straight down their throats.

Stellar whinnied. Every surge was like fireworks, a burst of endorphins that raced through his blood! His legs trembled as he thrust again and again, facefucking Trixie and Sunset with wild abandon. They guzzled his cum without pause, pressing harder and harder into his groin while their hooves snaked around his back. They clutched him as desperately as he clutched them, entwined in each other’s grasp as he pumped them full, again and again and again. Yet Stellar didn’t stop. His balls were overactive even for having two cocks, and his testes just kept gurgling and producing, almost faster than Sunset and Trixie could swallow!

Sunset and Trixie could feel Stellar’s sticky seed pooling in their guts. There was just so much, and he was just thrusting harder, faster! They both kept sucking in a lust-fueled haze, groping and squeezing his toned ass, addicted to his thick, salty taste. His orgasm had to have lasted close to a minute before he finally petered out, and by then both Sunset and Trixie’s stomachs felt heavy, as if they’d eaten a full meal.

Stellar fell back with a long sigh. A goofy grin was plastered on his face, his tongue lolled out of his mouth. “Ahahahahaha… ho, man...”

Sunset and Trixie dislodged themselves with a pair of wet pops! They wiped their mouths clean before taking a small breather, their throats scratchy and sore. Sunset and Trixie exchanged a look of disbelief before glancing back at Stellar.

“D’you…” Sunset said to Stellar. “Erm… always cum that much?”

Stellar chuckled. “Per time. You have NO idea how annoying clean-up was until I learned a spell for it. Add that to that I usually have at least two orgasms per session...”

Trixie might’ve commented on it as well, but she was too distracted by something else. Stellar’s glistening dicks were still fully erect and twitching, his balls fuller than ever!

“T-Two, as in... one orgasm per penis?” she managed.

Stellar smirked. “No.”

Suddenly, Sunset and Trixie were caught in Stellar’s aura. They both squawked as he lifted them onto the bed, laying them so that they were belly to belly on top of one another. He scooched their rears to the bed’s edge as he got up and moved into position.

“You didn’t think you were going to have to wait any longer, did you?” He made a tsk-tsk sound. “I wouldn’t do that to you girls. You both asked to be bred, and as you’ve learned, there’s plenty of me to go around. To think that you were fighting about who got to go first…”

He released them to let them sink into the bed proper. He gave them a few seconds to get situated, then bent down to get a whiff of their amazing scents. Sunset and Trixie squeaked as he ‘accidentally’ nose their soaked folds, then immediately swished their tails to fan their heat in his face.

“This is quite possibly,” Sunset whispered to Trixie. “The hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

Trixie shivered as she felt Stellar mounting them, his solid weight settling atop them. “Trixie can think of a way to make it hotter.”

Sunset raised an eyebrow. “How?”

Trixie waggled her eyebrows. “Ever kissed a mare before?”

Twilight and the Twin Moons

Author's Note

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

A heavily pregnant with triplets Nightmare Moon is getting pampered and receiving maternal relief. Alongside an equally heavily pregnant Luna, also carrying triplets. Luna and Nightmare Moon are separate from each other. Think of it as post-exorcism. Relief will include draining swollen milk-filled teats, belly messages, treating themsleves with cakes, and lastly, ending with a romp with a genderbent Twilight, who is the father. Both Nightmare Moon and Luna still address Twilight as Twilight.

Contains: Feral, Pregnancy, Threesome, Pampering, Masturbation, Voyeurism.

Twilight and the Twin Moons

“A little lower,” Nightmare Moon said. “No, I said LOWER! What made you think I—ohhhh, that’s itttttt…”

Nightmare Moon lay on her side amidst a sea of silk pillows in a private spa room. Her eyes unfocused as all the tightness in her body melted away, carefully kneaded out by the skilled touch of her masseuse. The helper oiled up his hooves before returning to his task.

“Hopeless,” chuckled the mare beside Nightmare. Princess Luna looked on as her formerly fearsome alter-ego was reduced to putty by the act of some simple rubbing. “Who would’ve known this was all it took to placate you? Just think of all the time and trouble we would’ve saved!”

Nightmare snorted. “As if it’s really the same.”

Luna conceded the point. “I suppose neither of us had been suffering from such an advanced… condition a millennia past.”

And that condition was certainly something to behold. The stomachs of Nightmare and Luna were both immensely swollen, burgeoning with new life. Triplets, they knew. The foals were healthy and strong as they made ready to enter the world.

Luna shifted slightly in her spot. Her sensitive, supple skin was stretched taut around her middle, currently being paid special attention to by her own helper using sweet-smelling oils. But even more enjoyable than that was a different sensation farther south—the tight suction worked of two nozzles worked dutifully away at her round, full teats, squeezing an abundance of milk out of them in steady streams.

“At last some relief,” Luna muttered. She still didn’t like the annoying whirr of the milk machine, but it was worth it. “I swear, mine teats get larger by the day...”

Nightmare cocked open an eye. “Would you rather they not? Our foals are in no danger of going hungry.”

Luna laughed. “Indeed. Between the two of us, I’d say we have plenty. I could merely do without the soreness.”

Nightmare sank deeper into the pillows. “Need I remind you my breasts are growing faster than yours? You don’t hear me griping about it.”

“They most certainly are not!” Luna snapped. She couldn’t see from the current angle, but she knew perfectly well that her counterpart’s mammaries were almost the exact same size as her own.

Nightmare smirked. “Oh? And how would you know? Been sneaking peeks, have we?”

Luna scrunched up her face. “Erm…” She quickly looked away towards the door. “S-Say, where is Twilight? He said he’d be here.”

Nightmare decided to relent on the teasing for now. “He said he’d arrive at eight ‘o clock, and it is seven fifty-nine. Knowing his habits, he should be arriving in five… four… three… two… one…”

FLASH!

“Hey, girls!” said Twilight. He teleported in wearing a big smile. “Heh, aren’t you two settled in. Couldn’t wait up for me?”

Nightmare and Luna’s hearts skipped a beat. It was always the same whenever they saw him lately, heard his sultry baritone. It never failed to make a telltale ache bloom upin their nethers, followed a giddiness that made them feel like schoofillies.

“How’re you feeling?” he asked them. He approached Nightmare and nuzzled her neck. “Doing alright?”

Nightmare gulped. Without thinking she buried her muzzle in Twilight’s mane to inhale deep his clean scent. The feel of his ambient magic made her horn tingle, his body brimming with arcane power...

Twilight moved over to Luna to nuzzle her as well. Although instead of her neck, he went for the topmost crest of her belly, pressing his cheek against it’s firm, squishy surface. “Mmm, hello, my little ones. Daddy’s here~”

Luna shivered. Her gaze was drawn to Twilight’s undercarriage, where she caught sight of something else that was brimming. His fat balls were large and hefty, a good three times larger than a normal stallion’s with a virility and libido to match. The instant he’d ported in, the tip of his thick cock had poked out from his sheath, now half-hard with a clear bead on the tip...

“Leave us,” said Nightmare and Luna to their masseuses.

The masseuses obeyed. They trotted out without a second glance to leave the three royals alone in the private room.

Twilight blinked several times. “Wait, what? Why’d you have them leave? It looked like they were doing a good job. I might’ve even had them give ME a massage next!”

The years had been quite kind to Twilight. He’d grown fully into his alicorn stature, now standing several inches over Luna and Nightmare. He was a lean and well-muscled alicorn stallion, his well-groomed coat glossy and thick, and most recently, his mane had started to glint with the faint eddies of his magic.

Nightmare licked her lips. “It’s your touch we crave.” She beckoned him with a come-hither stare. “It’s just what we need after a long night.”

Luna nodded. “So many naughty dreams we both visited; it left us with an itch…”

The word made Twilight shiver. That familiar look threatened to creep into his eyes, hints of what he just barely managed to contain.

“A-Are you sure?” Twilight’s whole body tensed, as if he’d just suppressed the urge to pounce on them. “We don’t have to if you’re not up for it…”

“So sweet.” Nightmare got to her hooves with care. “You needn’t hide it, you know.”

“We’re aware of your needs.” Luna pulled Twilight closer, guiding him down next to her. “Your lust.”

Twilight’s wings snapped free. Keeping his self-control around his fertile, foal-laden wives was like trying to keep water in a sieve. He was hard as a rock now, his stallionhood fully unsheathed and slapping against his barrel. All he could think about was the tightness of their soft tunnels, their sexy moans calling his name over and over as he filled them—

Nightmare walked past, taking care to graze her burgeoning belly along his muzzle. Her raised tail gave him a perfect view of her hidden treasure beneath. “Luna’s first this time. Hurry and take her, I’ll watch...”

Twilight nickered. Just like that, the fifteen-step plan he’d come up with to prevent this just one time was chucked out the window. His eyes shrank to pinpricks as he caught wind of Nightmare sweet scent combined with Luna’s soft coat.

“Oh f-fuck... I, but we—oh, ponyfeathers… I-I, ergh… damn it all, I NEED you… oh goddess I need you both so bad...”

Luna had already wiggled into his embrace. His strong legs clutched her as they lay there on their sides, Twilight’s larger wings and frame surrounding her like a living blanket. His leaky cock rested in her cleavage as she turned off the milker and pulled off the nozzles. Twilight nibbled and chewed the scruff of her neck while she titfucked him, their nethers soon getting tropical as they both rubbed her swollen womb.

Nightmare propped herself up so she could sit back and watch. Her legs splayed wide, her
hoof soon drifted to her marehood as she watched the two of them go at it. She could see it all, how Twilight’s nuts were actually larger than Luna’s teats, how they started bloat even MORE with fresh seed, how the last shreds of restraint fled his face. He ran his face all through her mane and neck, growing more forceful as the seconds passed his delicious cock huge and throbbing.

“That’s it,” Nightmare breathed. “Do it… Fill her with more foals...”

Twilight gripped Luna tighter. He was at her neck where he always liked to go, licking and sucking on her salty skin. He could feel her pulse racing, her dulcet murrs and sighs making his lips vibrate, her breaths quickening under his efforts. She merely coaxed him on. Soon Twilight was kissing her in that way she liked, his tongue locked with hers as their lips moved in sync.

Smek… smek… smek…

Nightmare bit her lip. “Mmmhhh…” She used her magic to angle Twilight’s cock towards Luna’s flower. “Go on…”

Twilight thrust into Luna’s tight depths. They moaned in unison as his huge size spread her wide with the help of Nightmare. His shaft leaked pre in a constant stream that effortlessly lubed his way to her core, and we was soon moving fast and fluid, her stuffed tunnel gradually accepting more and more. Twilight could feel the pitter-patter of the foals’ hearts, their faint kicks like murmurs tickling him.

“Twilight!” Luna clenched around him. He wasn’t even halfway in her yet, but damn if he couldn’t scratch her itch. He knew just how she liked to be rutted, not too fast, not too slow. Not too hard, but not too gentle. A constant, steady pace that lit the coals inside her, fueled them into a hungry, coiling need, rising and rising until she was as horny as he was.Then once she was desperate he teased her with false starts, calming down to let her tunnel mold around him, making her wonder when he’d at last—

THWAP!

—hilt himself in her pregnant pussy.

The scream that ripped free of Luna—no, not a scream... More like a pleasure-laden howl. She did it whenever Twilight well and truly claimed her, and it never failed to make Nightmare wink. Hearing it was almost as hot as getting railed herself, and it served as the perfect fuel for her own lusty furnace.

Twilight locked eyes with Nightmare. Smirking, he fucked Luna faster, shooting her such a lusty look that Nightmare almost came right then and there. She knew exactly what that look promised—after he’d reduced Luna to quivering, orgasmic mess, he’d do the exact same thing to her. It didn’t matter what order he had them in, he was nigh-insatiable either way. He wanted both of them. He would have both of them. The triplets they each carried were merely the first of many, and soon he’d knock them up again… and again… and again...

Nightmare shivered as Luna let loose another howl. The offspring score may be tied now, but she had plenty of chances to one-up her counterpart. Twilight’s ever-increasing virility would see to THAT.

Earth Pony Resilience

Author's Note

I got annoyed with all the jokes about Yona shattering Sandbar's hips during sex. Eff that. Earth ponies stronk.

Contains: Anthro, Size Difference, An Amazonian Yak and a Hunky Hung Stallion Fucking Each Other's Brains Out

Earth Pony Resilience

They knew all the rumors, of course. A stallion married to a yak? Wouldn’t the size difference create certain… problems? Granted, Sandbar wasn’t physically lacking, but neither was he exceptional. No, it was Yona who was exceptional, sporting a record-breaking height, a curvaceous, POWERFUL frame, muscular thighs and wipe hips, full, perky breasts twice the size of her head, and a gorgeous face that drew the eye of males and females alike.

Her transformation had happened throughout her time at the School of Friendship. Growth spurt after growth spurt had hit her, each one enhancing her features along the way. It wasn’t long before she had to duck to pass through doors, then full-on crouch, until finally, Headmare Twilight had to magically embiggen ALL the doorways of the entire campus. At first ponies had assumed that was how big yaks got, but as the years passed and Yona continued to grow (and other yaks came through town), it became clear that Yona was an exception.

And Sandbar loved everything about her. More and more she loomed over Sandbar and everyone else—an amazon among amazons, as gigantic as she was beautiful. He loved her regardless, of course, beyond reason or thought. Her veritable ascension was merely a perk…

But seeing the two of them side-by-side, thoughts of their love life inspired images of scaling a mountain… amongst other, more hazardous scenarios.

Fortunately, the young couple boasted many powerful friends. And when it was clear the relationship would go the distance, said friends provided gifts to accommodate their needs. Potions of stamina, fecundity, and compatibility from Zecora. Enhancements to Sandbar’s earth pony anatomy from Headmare Twilight, and the gift of permanency from Headmare Starlight. The boons had been given discreetly—like a doctor prescribing medicine—but the changes in Sandbar were immediately apparent.

And as for the changes in Yona…

Their honeymoon was in Prance. It was a beautiful spring night, the two of them settled in after a long day of travel. Yona laying on the king sized bed was almost comical; it was like a twin bed to her. That didn’t stop her from enjoying the sight of Sandbar emerging from the bathroom, as naked as she and equally ready.

Her breath picked up as he approached. The heat of her spring estrus was heavy in the air, heady, spicy, and inviting. She could see the hunger in his face, the intent. It made her feel tense, restless; yet also frozen in place. It felt like he was looming over her, larger than life itself.

Sandbar closed his eyes and inhaled. Now free of his enchanted clothes, his fully-revealed cock was a behemoth compared to the rest of him. Twice the girth of his leg and longer than his entire body, the veins pulsed with every beat of his heart. His burgeoning nuts rivaled bowling balls in both size and weight. Yona’s insides fluttered at the sight of his package, entranced by the way it swung with each step.

Sandbar walked towards Yona, slow and steady. The top half of his shaft was already glazed and dripping, leaving behind a trail from the bathroom to the bed. He stopped upon reaching the foot of the bed, drinking in the sight of her beauty. She was panting, almost shaking. A goddess of a woman quivering before him. Slowly, he raised his hand and trailed it up the outside of her thigh, marveling how it alone was thicker than his entire torso.

“S-Sandy…” Yona gasped.

Sandbar licked his lips. He sauntered around the left side of the bed, his great package bobbing before him. Yona was so transfixed by his cock that she was taken aback when he took her face in both hands and kissed her. She pressed into it with a moan and pulled him closer, sandwiching his shaft between them and making it twitch even more. Yona’s lips engulfed Sandbar’s to the point of kissing his entire jawline, but that just made him more eager, his tongue slipping into her larger mouth.

Their hands ran through each other’s manes as Sandbar crept atop Yona. Their mouths never parted as Yona eased onto her back, the reinforced bed bending ever-so-slightly. Sandbar may not have been a giant, but the various enhancements and general earth pony heritage made him massive in a different way. Yona couldn’t help but take a thrill in his compact heaviness, like a sculpture of solid iron straddled atop her.

They lost track of time. Small grunts and gasps filled the air whenever one of them would feel the other in a certain place. Yona’s brown mane was so warm, so inviting… every night Sandbar got to nestle himself in it as he floated off to sleep. He buried his face in it and relished her strawberry shampoo. Yona licked and kissed his neck, her hands drifting to grope his rock-hard muscles that barely gave beneath her touch.

Yona’s groping moved south. Down and along the muscles of his back, then his deliciously toned ass, then around to his front. Gods, she needed both hands to fully grasp the girthy base of his cock. Sandbar moaned at her touch, now kissing her neck in turn and sucking hard enough to leave hickeys. Yona’s hands slid up his great shaft, her heart fluttering as she felt the veins pulsing beneath. She squeezed his medial ring, and Sandbar gripped her with a delicious hiss, pre surging from his tip to splatter the headboard.

They ground against each other with dual moans. Sandbar fondled and kneaded Yona’s beach ball-sized tits, the pitch of their moans turned to something more needy, more desperate. That was when Sandbar pulled away with that same hungry look. He was panting just as hard as she was, eyes never leaving hers as he crawled farther down her body.

Yona’s heat made her feel like she was on fire. And the desperate, clenching hunger in her core only worsened as Sandbar’s pre left a trail down her coat. She couldn’t stop staring at his sea green eyes… Eyes that knew her—truly knew her. His want was one she’d long shared, though neither had understood it at first. That had come with time, and now at long last…

Sandbar’s cock was so big he had to align it with both hands. When his tip grazed her flower, all other thoughts left their minds. She didn’t need to say anything, nor did he. Yona bit back a cry as his head slipped in, so wet, so ready. Her outer lips bulged with his size as he made his way in, bit by bit.She pushed into him, sighing, hungry for his touch. He could feel her muscles rippling along his length as he pressed deeper, slicking her canal with a constant stream of pre. He went as deep as he could while Yona squirmed beneath him, getting only about half of his several-foot length inside. He waited a few seconds to let her adjust, then with a mighty backthrust he pulled out of her, Yona’s eyes going wide at the sudden absence, the emptiness.

And then Yona saw white. She clutched Sandbar as he slammed into her with such force it sent jolts up her spine. She clamped down on him, hard, yet her core muscles yielded before the pillar stretching, strettttching her. Sandbar became a well-oiled machine, hips moving at an unstoppable place, plunging inside Yona again and again.

Yona pushed back into his thrusts with herculean strength. Her lust would’ve snapped a lesser male like a twig, but in Sandbar it only made him more eager. He growled and continued his horny rhythm, drilling Yona like a stallion possessed. Added inches of cockflesh were swallowed with each thrust, pushing deeper and deeper, his shaft bulging her stomach as her pussy molded to shape. Yona’s eyes rolled back, her head lolling side to side, her breath stolen away every time he bottomed out. She swore his dick was tickling the back of her throat, yet still she took more of him, his thick medial ring spreading her even wider.

Finally, their hips connected with a great, wet SLAP! Sweat shone on their bodies as they stopped and locked eyes, panting, both at a loss for words. Wild, frantic adrenaline flooded Yona—Sandbar looked like a predator readying to pounce. Another growl escaped him as his shaft twitched inside her. She gasped, butterflies fluttering in her belly, the coiled spring inside her winding even tighter. She felt so full, yet still so very empty. Even with his pre pooling inside her, it wasn’t enough. Not for what she truly wanted. What they both wanted.

Sandbar shuddered and gripped her thick, warm coat. His ruby tongue snaked across his lips as he waited for the signal.

Yona nodded.

He let loose.

The first thrust was pure heaven. Pushing inside her, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he proceeded to fuck her silly. In and out, in and out. His cock was a machine. The messy schlick, schlick of their crotches joining became all they could hear, all they wanted to hear. Yona clutched him and held on for as best she could, but she was completely at Sandbar’s mercy, the beast let out of his cage.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

Gone was the mellow, laid back pony, and instead was a sex-crazed maniac, obsessed with the pussy currently clamped around his cock. He had to have her. He had her now, and he wanted nothing more than to keep fucking her over and over. Every thrust he made felt stronger, fiercer than the last. Yona could feel herself stretching even more, her tunnel filled to the brim and it feeling like his tip was tickling the back of her throat. The warmth, the heat, the clenching hungering burn inside her just made her hungrier for more. Her thoughts devolved to gibberish as she moved in time with Sandbar’s thrusts, her hiccups crashing into his with all her superb yak strength.

The great SLAPS went on and on. The soundproofed room didn’t stop the sheer force of their hips from making wall decor fall and lamps topple off tables. Yona was speaking in her native tongue now, urging Sandbar faster, harder, deeper. Her insides felt like jello yet she still spurred him on, and Sandbar obeyed without pause, absolutely POUNDING her with all his enhanced earth pony strength.

Their breaths mingled together, their coats matted with sweat. Sandbar’s teeth gritted, a low growl escaping him with Yona’s every mighty squeeze. She struggled to the pace he set so taken aback by his ferocity.

Yet still he set the pace of their lovemaking, his nuts groaning as they churned and swelled all the more. His need was rising, climbing towards that inescapable peak, every deep, long stroke pushing him higher and higher.

But Yona’s lust was rising too. And something fierce other own was awakening inside her, a need for power, control. Feminine need of being taken and the irresistible urge to TAKE collided with each other, fighting back and forth every time Sandbar’s cock plunged deeper inside her. She could feel his medial ring sliding in and out of her. She could feel how it tickled her most sensitive spots, its spongy girth marking the progress of his passage into her depths. He was tickling the end of her tunnel now, his tip pressing against the very end with light tickles. She was so deep, but Sandbar was so BIG, only he could fill her so completely. And she loved every minute of it.

Yet fit wasn’t enough. She was not one to simply lie back and be fucked, even if she was working just as hard to squeeze in time with his rhythm. She met Sandbar’s eyes, her hands traveling up his body to his shoulders. Sandbar eased his thrusting and as Yona sat up, his cock still inside her and Sandbar sitting on her lap She took him into her arms and lifted him, then pivoted around and set him down on his back where she’d been. The first half of his cock was still inside her, dripping with fluids as Yona moved into to sit on HIS lap, one leg at a time.

Now she was on top of him. Smiling, a beautiful brown goddess. At her full height her head grazed the ceiling, and all of that weight and power was going to give her lover the ride of his life. Sandbar’s heart fluttered at the sight of her, his excitement clear by cock twitching inside her. Yona shuddered and relished his size a moment, wiggling her hips and rippling her walls along his length. Sandbar moaned, his hands wandering to her ass, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

Yona smiled, and with a rise of her hips lifted herself up and…

“Ohhhhh~!”

Yona rode him slow at first, claiming more and more of him until his size bulged inside her. She rose her hips again and came down gentle, soon moving on autopilot as her breath was stolen away. Little by little her self-control cracked, rising up faster, coming down harder, the need in her eyes burning hotter. Sandbar groped and clung to her warm curves as she moved, the sight of her mighty frame looming over him just making him even harder.

Soon she was SLAMMING down onto him. The bed groaned, hinges straining, steel frame vibrating, and Sandbar moaning. He gave as good as he got and then some, thrusting to meet Yona as she crashed down, drilling his cock inside her as she drilled him into the bed. Her ass was so big it engulfed the bulk of his body, but he was unbreakable, unrelenting. The building would break before he did, and they both knew it.

Sweat shone from their bodies as moments passed, their stamina tested as it had so many times before. They both seemed insatiable, hungry for one another. Yona had lost all restraint now and was jerkily riding Sandbar in a race to the finish. It wasn’t long before she felt Sandbar’s length starting to twitch, his face twisting in that telltale way. She was close too, that tight, clenching knot inside her so close to snapping free.

“Gonna…” Sandbar said through grit teeth. “G-Gonnaaaaaaa~”

Yona’s eyes rolled back. On wobbly legs she rose up and rode him once… twice… thrice… then her legs gave out as she sat atop him. She squeezed Sandbar’s cock tight, tight, TIGHT… and as she did, a mighty force lurched and lifted her, Sandbar arching his back, his nuts clenching and tingling. Deep inside her, she felt him pumping her full. She clenched down and kept in as much of his flooding essence as she could. Her own peak wasn’t far behind; Sandbar was still in the midst of his when she went over the edge, trying to milk him for all he was worth, to give her all he had and more.

Time and thought blurred. Yona couldn’t see, couldn’t think. She only registered where she and Sandbar were joined. Glorious sensation took her higher and higher, a great, warm rush filling her and soothing the heat consuming her. She felt every throb of Sandbar inside her, the pressure, the warmth, the sheer weight of what he gave her. Her confines strained to keep all Sandbar had to give, yet she wouldn’t release any of it. It was his gift to her. Yaks did not waste gifts. Even when her middle began to visibly bloat she wanted more, needed more.

And Sandbar was all too happy to oblige. He couldn’t stop now even if he wanted to. His entire body was seized, muscles locked and gripping Yona like his life depended on it. Endorphins flowed through him like an unstoppable flood. Far beyond where others would’ve petered out he was still going, his overactive nuts churning out load after load to breed his beloved.

For that was the intent. Not only was it possible, but now, it was inevitable.

Eventually, slowly, gradually, Yona and Sandbar came back to themselves. Panting, sweaty, bodies glowing, they lay in the oversized bed like that. A giant yak and her little pony. They still clung to each other, eyes locked, sweaty bodies shining in the dim light.

“Love you,” Sandbar whispered.

Yona smiled. Her hands found his. Their fingers intertwined.

“Love you,” she said.

Big Mare, Bigger Family Non-Canon Ending

Author's Note

This isn't the canon ending to BMBF. I wrote it over a year ago, and it was meant to be a bonus little thing once the story was all finished. Cosmo was also going to add a portion to it at the end as a timeskip, but that never came to pass. After giving it some thought, I've decided to post it here as-is. Enjoy.

Big Mare, Bigger Family Non-Canon Ending

“Are ya sure you wanna do this?” Apple Bloom asked for the third time.

It was dark and quiet in the field below Scootaloo and Rumble’s cloud home. They rarely got non-winged visitors out here, but the ones that did knew the way quite well. Apple Bloom was one such visitor.

Scootaloo, a giant in every way, laughed from her lofty vantage point. “I’ve never been more sure in my life! Rumble wants this, I want this, Our family wants this.”

Apple Bloom chewed on her lip. She glanced down at the pair of corked vials in her hooves, a clear, seemingly-harmless looking liquid swirling within. “Look, I-I know you got your heart set on this, but this stuff is right powerful! Not only will it put Rumble into rut, but his swim team numbers’ll go through the roof! And you’ll be puttin’ out so many eggs with this, I may as well start calling you a chicken again!’”

Scootaloo shivered. The mere idea alone was enough to make her wet. “Does it also do the other thing we talked about?”

Apple Bloom had had a feeling her words would fall on deaf ears. She didn’t know why she bothered. “Yeah, yeah. He’ll have no problems takin’ ya, I promise that.”

Scootaloo wiggled her hips. Being gigantic was amazing, but it did come with a few downsides. “Goooooood…”

Apple Bloom sighed. “I’m startin’ to feel like I’m enabling you. If it were anypony else asking this, I’d tell ‘em to sod off. Only reason I’m in your camp is ‘cause I’ve seen how good you’n Rumble are with your kids. How you manage fourteen is beyond me, but I ain’t never seen a happier bunch than ya’ll, so…”

Scootaloo crouched onto her belly, lowering her head so she could see Apple Bloom eye to eye. Her friend barely came up to her knees anymore. “Our family will only be happier the bigger it gets. Pinkie Promise.”

Apple Bloom managed a weak smile. She nuzzled Scootaloo’s cheek, humming at the warmth flowing off her friend. Scootaloo’s head alone was almost as big as Apple Bloom’s entire body. “You’ll have to be even more careful once ya start gettin’ even more giant. Ya realize that, right?”

Scootaloo’s laugh was a low rumble. “I get around fine now, don’t I? What’s the difference between twenty feet tall, and fifty feet tall?”

Apple Bloom blanched. “Fifty?! Now hold on—”

“Would you look at the time!” Scootaloo flicked the vial out of Apple Bloom’s grip with a wingtip. “Thanks for the potion, AB! Byeeeeeeeee!”

“SCOOTALOOOOOOOO!” Apple Bloom’s voice faded as Scootaloo took to the air on enormous wings. Her bounty secured, she now set sights on the puffy clouds of home above, where a certain gray stallion waited...

***

“Did she bring it?” Rumble asked.

Scootaloo grinned. She held out the tiny vials—well, tiny to her, anyways.

“Awww, yeah!” Rumble sprang up from his chair. “Let’s put it with the others!”

Their home had certainly gone through a transformation. Once a simple cloud building, it’d been upscaled to an enormous place with incredibly high ceilings. And not just the ceilings, everything in the house had been upscaled! They went to their enormous bedroom, where there on a table were two other sets of vials—one set contained a watery purple fluid, and one set contained an ooze-like red fluid.

“So.” Rumble examined the spread of potions. “The ones from Apple Bloom are undiluted conception boosters. The ones from Mage Meadowbrook are ancient enhancement elixirs, and Zecora’s draughts boost the effects of any declared spells and alchemical effects for twenty-four hours.”

Scootaloo licked her lips. “Ohhhhh, you’re gonna make me so BIG…”

Rumble was already hard as a rock. The heavenly smell of Scootaloo’s heat was so alluring, he’d had to spend most of his time at work so he wouldn’t knock her up early.“Let’s measure you one more time for reference.”

They went over to the far wall, where a list of measurements were listed on the wall. The list gradually rose higher and higher until it reached Scootaloo’s current towering height.

“Nineteen feet, ten and a half inches,” said Scootaloo. “Still shy of twenty feet.”

“Not for long.” Rumble held up the vials. “Shall we?”

They started with Apple Bloom’s first. Scootaloo had some issues opening it due to her size, so Rumble finally just popped the cork for her. They downed the first pair at the same time.

“Mmm.” Scootaloo licked her lips. “Sweet!”

Next was Mage Meadowbrook’s. Upon taking a single whiff of the brownish-green mixture, they knew it wasn’t going to be pleasant.

“Ugh!” Rumble nearly gagged on his dose. “Tastes like moldy brussels sprouts!”

Scootaloo made a face as well. “Definitely not my favorite…”

Last was Zecora’s. Her potions were a mixed bag in terms of taste, so they weren’t really sure what to expect.

“Huh.” Scootaloo smacked her lips. “Doesn’t taste like anything.”

Rumble had a similarly puzzled face. “Weird.”

They stood there looking at each other a few seconds, waiting for the effects to kick in.

“Soooooo,” Rumble said. “Do we bang now? Or…”

Scootaloo giggled. She scooped him up like he was a doll, taking them to the bed and letting him lay atop her. He snuggled up against her warm body, humming and nuzzling her chest. Her coat was full and thick, and he could practically taste her. He could barely describe her aroma—rich, healthy, full… that simply didn’t do it justice. It was as if he’d gone around his whole life with corks in his nose, and only now had he taken them out.

“Mmmm.” Rumble buried his nose in her coat. “You’re so BIG, babe…”

Scootaloo stroked his back. “And about to get bigger.”

Rumble kissed her chest. “SO much bigger…”

Scootaloo shivered. “How… how many we gonna have?”

“As many as we can,” he murmured. “You’re a shrimp compared to what you’re about to be…”

Scootaloo could feel him dripping onto her coat, and she was already picturing him brushing against her entrance, leaking and teasing her outer lips. Already his nuts burgeoned within his hefty sack from the previous fertility spell, filled to the brim with and bloated with cum. She wanted ALL he had and then some... feel it flood and fill her womb once more. He’d be even more full this time, and the power of his seed combined with her fertile depths…

Rumble was starting to feel funny. The world spun around him for an instant before waving and shuddering. He hiccuped and coughed, feeling like he was drunk on the undiluted need of a fertile mare… his mare.
Rumble shivered. Pulses of something were beating inside him like a second heart, and with each one came a feeling of becoming more. He stretched his limbs as much as he could, but try as me might, he wasn’t stretching far enough. Then a fresh pulse would come, and he’d get that last little bit of stretching he craved, only for it to start all over again…

Rumble’s eyes flew open. “What…” He was rising atop Scootaloo, and not just from her breathing. He looked at his legs as a fresh pulse swept through him, and he saw himself growing, swelling larger before his eyes! “Whoa!”

Scootaloo’s reply was a low nicker. “You can’t knock me up if you’re small, babe. Sorry, but you gotta be BIG tonight.”

Rumble gulped. An addictive heat was building, starting in his belly and roiling out to flow into his limbs. “Th-This is… oh fffffuck… temporary, right? I know I ssssssssaid I’d be okay trying it, b-but...”

Scootaloo laughed. “Let’s see how you feel afterwards.”

The other effects were creeping up now. A tingling was crawling into Rumble’s nuts, a heaviness and fullness like he’d never known. Deep inside his core, he could feel a strange sensation, and in its wake was a pressure... a need. He could feel his hyper-virile package swelling further, now becoming godly.

Scootaloo flared her nostrils. Rumble always smelled amazing, but now that dry, heady scent was intensifying in every way. “Oh my god…”

She could feel his weight increasing. At a little over seven feet, Rumble was no small stallion, but now he was becoming one like no other. His wingspan got longer, his muscles bulked up further, his legs lengthening as all of him itched. He was moaning low and steady, clutching Scootaloo in steady squeezes that seemed in time with his heart, but still he grew larger.

Rumble was barely aware of anything. All he smelled was Scootaloo—all he wanted was Scootaloo. He wanted to take her in every sense, to put foal after foal into her and show the world who this mare belonged to. Nothing would stop him. Nothing COULD stop him! She was HIS!

“Heh…” The laugh escaped him before he could stop it. “Ha ha ha!”

Scootaloo was now starting to feel the effects as well. The gnawing, clawing emptiness of her heat was becoming unbearable. Her eyes became dilated, locked onto the scene unfolding before her. Her beloved Rumble, ten feet and still growing, was looking at her in a way that made her shiver. Eyes gleaming, teeth bared in a hungry smile, breathing audibly with his tense posture, wings fanned out and twitching.

Scootaloo’s marehood winked hard. “R-Rumble...”

Rumble laughed again. He merely held her gaze, barely moving, growing bigger and stronger before her eyes. Soon he could stand over her, properly stand over her for the first time in they didn’t even know how long. He didn’t grind on her, didn’t betray any weakness, he just stood there, his eyes devouring her like she was a feast. His cock was sandwiched between them, always growing, always leaking, never easing up even for a second, dripping as much as she was, yet never quite at full mast.

Scootaloo watched as he rose more and more over her. She nearly lost it as his balls slid over her drenched crotch, full to the brim and all for her. She squirmed from a strange heat pooling in her belly, like teeny-tiny coals tumbling down. A familiar fog was settling in her mind, desperate and yearning, single-minded and irresistible. All she could feel was HEAT, and she was empty and horny and willing and so very ready and oh sweet goddess he was still looking at her like that and he was just so BIG and she didn’t know how much longer she could—

He kissed her. He was frenzied and fast, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, moaning and enveloping her lips with his. She squealed and pulled him into the tightest embrace she could, but it was like hugging a rock. She matched his fervor and kissed back with equal strength, but try as she might, wiggle as she might, she found she couldn’t move an inch. He had her pinned.

Pinned.

Her.

“MMMMMmmm!” Scootaloo wrapped her wings around him. Her tail pressed into their cloud bed so hard it left an indent, and now she was grinding on him. His huge cock was like a building column, and she wanted nothing more than to feel it spread her wide, wide, wide—

Rumble broke their kiss.

“Get up,” he growled.

She was on her hooves in a flash. She had a split second to appreciate he was now a good head taller than her before he spun her around and shoved her halfway back onto the bed. She arched her spine and bent her legs, blushing heavily as her tail raised of its own accord, moaning like the mare in heat she was.

Every single thing he did was a turn on. From the way he gripped her flanks, to the way she felt him rear, to his sturdy, solid weight settling atop her, to his wings enveloping her—trapping her. His touch was anything but gentle, but she’d be just as rough in his shoes. She sucked in a breath through clenched teeth as she felt him crawl forward feet at a time, still chuckling under his breath, a humongous stallion about to claim his humongous mare.

She was about to snark at him to get on with it when he bit her scruff and tugged.

“AHHHHHH~”

That yell was music to Rumble’s ears. Not quite on tune, though… He nipped her ear to fix that, and now it rose to the perfect pitch. He could feel her panting and shaking, her scratchy voice cracking in that adorably cute way, her plush coat so soft and full against his. Her long mane was like a purple curtain he wanted to bite, and her scent was like a perfume that urged him forward.

Scootaloo could feel him at her entrance. He was trying to get aligned, the sheer weight of his package making him sway back and forth. She nearly lost it when she felt him slap up against her barrel and leave a sticky splotch, but she just managed to hold on, fighting the urge while he tried and failed once… twice… thrice—

And then there were no words. There were no yells, no grunts, no sounds of any kind. Their voices fled them in that instant, sensitive nerves and synapses dialed up to eleven and centered all in one place. Rumble was all instinct as he pushed inside, but he was so BIG he was having trouble. He was filling her… filling her, stuffing her with a pulsing thickness she hadn’t known for far too long. He didn’t stop for breath, didn’t stop for anything, he was a relentless fucking machine. Even as Scootaloo’s lips spread around their prize, she could only think about how she wanted every inch—no, every foot, inside her! She wanted to clamp down so hard that not a drop escaped her, giving her everything she wanted and MORE!

The only sound Rumble registered was the loud schlick of pushingDEEPinto Scootaloo’s silky depths. She was so very wet and warm, enveloping him in totality, a snug and slick marehood ready for the rutting. He knew she could take all of him, so he held nothing back in his savage thrusts, each one claiming more of her tunnel. He planted love bites on her neck again and again, punctuating each one by snorting, sucking, licking, and chewing on her ears. The majority of him had stopped growing now, but his nuts still filled by the second, their size unrivalled by any other stallion in Equestria. He was soon buried inside her all the way, but he gave her no time to adjust, instead rearing back and THRUSTING, a stream of slippery fluid lubing his path.

NOW Scootaloo found her voice. Her girly scream rose in a crescendo, high and loud and needy beyond all measure. Every thrust carried that promise of fullness, that feeling of being seeded… of being bred, but it had yet to come. In and out, in and out, in and out, Rumble thrust hard and fast without mercy, and she clenched him hard each time, literally sucking his dick back inside. Her body knew relief was coming, and the hungerin her belly would have what instinct demanded.

The wet SCHLAP of their thighs was like a belly flop off a diving board. It was hard to tell who was more frenzied, the whole room reverberating with their sexy sounds. Rumble’s grunts and groans joined Scootaloo’s in a lewd duet, their thoughts consumed by each other as they fucked, kissed, bit, thrusted, sucked, and chewed. They went all out on each other with no punches pulled, caught in a frenetic sprinting race to the finish, and as that finish drew near, their efforts only served to grow more and more desperate.

Scootaloo could feel it. She knew it was coming, and her only thought was that it wasn’t here sooner. She egged Rumble on with each squeeze, relishing how his stallionhood twitched, his bloated balls about to boil over. He snorted like a mustang and kept pistoning with a vengeance, his thrusts now uneven and jittery, each one somehow deeper… DEEPER. Rumble had never felt such a great pressure in his loins, but that only pushed him onward, and he sprinted past the point of no return to bury himself one final time…

“YESSSSSSSS!” It was like an explosion that just kept going off. Scootaloo swore she could feel Rumble’s seed taking root, as plentiful as it was potent, each gush a fresh burst that sent her soaring, saturating her and jolting her core anew. She was beyond capacity to tell when one spurt ended and another began, all she knew was he was pumping her full of life. Which was a shame, because if she had been, she would’ve realized that Rumble was going on far longer than he had any right to, erupting in her again and again like a geyser, each spurt a hot surge that painted her insides white.

Scootaloo was lost amidst a sea. A boundless sea of seed funnelling into her equally boundless womb, all of which she welcomed with a single thought of MORE. Her world began and ended where they were joined, and over and over he filled her, her smooth muscles working to keep in as much as she could. At some point Rumble’s first peak died down, but he immediately resumed fucking her into the mattress, his eventual second peak punctuated by a loud moan of her name. Then he was right back to railing her, never breaking, never stopping, a cycle of build-up and climax that felt better on each lap. But Scootaloo wouldn’t have it any other way, for every time Rumble quenched her heat, it came roaring right back the instant he started again.

BANG!

She wasn’t sure when the first happened. It could’ve been minutes, or maybe they’d been going for hours. All Scootaloo knew was that Starlight’s spell went off at some point, a tingling shock jolting like electricity. She grew a few inches instantly.

“RUMBLE!” Scootaloo came hard. How many times that made she didn’t know, all she knew was that she was pregnant.“YES!”

Twenty feet now. She’d officially broken two stories, and they both knew it was just the beginning—

BANG!

Every inch of her was alive. There were two inside her now, two one right after the other, and… oh sweet stars, she really COULD feel them! She could feel them so deep inside her, tingling and building, preparing for another—

BANG! BANG!

Her last pregnancy had been with ten. A lofty record, but they were used to aiming high. Now there were four inside her, and the half foot she grew in that instant was enough to make her voice give out. So many, so fast! She wanted more, had to have more! And Rumble certainly didn’t disappoint, a fresh orgasm pumping gallons into her needy womb.

BANG!

Five now, but that tingling was still ever present, a build-up that was only getting stronger. The fifteen inches now would be nothing compared to how much she grew overall. She couldn’t tell how many little coals were inside her, only that there were a lot! How they hadn’t yet been claimed was beyond her—

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Scootaloo grew an entire foot in a second. The sensation would’ve made her collapse had her legs not been locked, secured by both instinct and need. She didn’t know whether Rumble noticed what’d happened, but either way he resumed fucking her, his balls fuller and more needy than ever.

BANG!

And there was ten. They’d officially tied their record, yet neither of them showed any signs of stopping. It was bizarre how simultaneously empty and full Scootaloo felt, but this juxtaposition didn’t stop her from mewling her need.

BANG! BANG!

Twelve wasn’t nearly enough. They didn’t just want to break their record, they wanted to shatter it. They had the ability, they had the desire, they had everything they needed and more.

BANG!

Rumble came again. It was seemingly unending, yet that just made her more excited. Blazing hot pinpricks were inside her, each one holding so much potential. Yet there was still untolds more just waiting to be created, and there was nothing stopping each and every one of them from becoming—

BANG! BANG!

Then he started knocking her up faster. Each new foal inched her up a little bit more, brought her head that much closer to the ceiling. Their bedroom was thirty-five feet high, would she break through it before they were done?

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Two feet larger in an instant. She was catching up to Rumble already, but still he plowed her like there was no tomorrow. Each of them was insatiable, overjoyed by every single new life. A deluge was now oozing out of Scootaloo, but for every bit that fell out, Rumble pumped twice as much in.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

She was growing so fast now. Her heart soared from so many inside her, yet part of her knew she could hold more. And Rumble was giving them to her! He yelled out loud as the largest orgasm so far ripped through him, filling her with wave after virile wave, each release greater than the last! His balls were absolutely massive now, churning and rumbling while barely contained by their stretchy sack, and their depths would all soon flow inside—

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Scootaloo shook. Three feet taller all at once was a feeling that she couldn’t even put to words. Over and over and over Rumble got her pregnant, and every time she grew that much more. He never stopped taking her, never stopped pumping seed into her, never stopped making her a mother! Every time a new load was emptied inside her, she felt that heat burn again, and then an instant later—

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The area was starting to feel cramped, their bulk enveloping the entirety of the room and then some. Rumble’s head was already pressed against the ceiling, and hers looked to be following suit soon. Yet that was the advantage of a cloud home—if they broke something there, they could just shape it back together. Neither of them had reservations as Rumble resumed fucking her again, their lusts just as hot and building quicker than ever. It wouldn’t be long before his orgasms were rolling into each other…

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

“OHHHHHHHH!” Scootaloo rocketed through the ceiling. Her rump smashed through the far wall, her wings snapping free to punch through a few more. She was the biggest pegasus the world had ever seen, and this was just from her getting pregnant! Soon these children would grow healthy and strong, causing the spell to make her even greater!

There were so many foals being conceived it sounded like fireworks. Rumble was cumming again in seconds, his thrusts fevered and frenzied even as she doubled his size, but when his orgasm died down, he thrust a total of once before exploding once more. His legs weren’t touching the ground anymore, but his cock and balls certainly were, swelling and groaning with even more potent seed!

And that potency certainly showed. Their ceiling was broken further as Scootaloo shot up ten more feet, her impossible wings able to envelop the entirety of their home. And yet even still she felt more coals entering her womb, each one a precious life she wanted so very badly to nurture…

BANG!

Scootaloo was running out of space to stand. This might’ve been a problem, but she was so big she merely stepped off the cloud and glided to the ground. Rumble never stopped for a second while remaining firmly lodged inside, fulfilling his sacred duty again and again, lost in the throes of a never-ending orgasm.

BANG!

Scootaloo was growing nonstop now, just like Rumble was cumming nonstop. He couldn’t even stay atop of her if he wanted to remain inside her, but he was fine with gripping and kneading her huge, thick ass. He continued to pump her full even as she grew underneath him, the overflow spurting all around him, his mighty cock still wedged in tight. It wasn’t enough yet… not nearly enough yet. He could smell she was still fertile, eager and desperate to be bred. She was still nothing compared to what she’d be when he was done with her.

BANG! BANG!

Scootaloo felt her hooves touch ground. Some part of her noted she had to be enormous to be so high up yet, but that thought merely brought her to an especially strong peak. It was even stronger once she realized she was still rising higher, each powerful THRUST of Rumble’s creating an even greater explosion inside her! She could feel her hooves spreading, sinking deeper into the ground, pushing the dirt away as she was fucked bigger, more of a parent!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

He was still filling her. Still knocking her up faster by the second, and now the rest of him was growing again! Rumble’s impossible sack gurgled and groaned as he lustily emptied into her, but that didn’t mean he slowed at all. He continued to rut Scootaloo silly, each gush making him a father countless times over, yet they wanted more… MORE! His nuts were bottomless. She was willing and able. There was no reason to stop now, no reason to stop EVER!

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!BANG!

A single drop of cum would’ve been enough to continue impregnating her at this point, and hot coals were entering her womb by the tens of thousands. She registered that Rumble was growing again, his weight increasing atop her and the power of his thrusts increasing, and that just made her clench all the harder. She could just barely keep all of his gift inside her...

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

Scootaloo didn’t know how many there were anymore. All she knew was that there was about to a whole lot MORE! If all of this just from getting pregnant, she’d be mountain-sized by the time she was full-term! Perhaps even country-sized! Or BIGGER! She’d have so many sons and daughters she could populate an entire hemisphere!

BANG!

And it was certainly starting to look that way. Not only was Scootaloo still getting pregnant, but it was easier for her to keep his seed inside the bigger she got! She had the capacity to conceive billions, and the the thought alone of that made her want them that much more! Soon she’d be able to carry the planet itself within her nourishing womb!

“More…” Scootaloo’s voice rumbled as she grew. “MORE!”

BANG! BANG!

It felt like her heat was only getting stronger. For every new life she felt inside her, the desire to keep going strengthened. The full effect of the potions had kicked in now, as even as she grew beyond a thousand feet, she was that much hornier, that much more willing to be taken! And Rumble was continuing to catch up to her in size, his massive form now about half hers again, his titanic gushing cock stretching her so wide! Each of his balls held several lakes worth of precious cum, and she wanted all of it… every single one of his sperm to become a foal!

BANG! BANG! BANG!

With Rumble’s greater size came greater capacity, and greater capacity meant Scootaloo grew all the faster. Scootaloo cried out long and lewd as she felt herself suddenly not double, but triple in size and then some, approaching almost a mile in height from becoming pregnant alone! Her body responded in kind and began releasing eggs faster, exponentially faster, exploding like amazing orgasms so much faster in fact that the eggs started catching up to the amount of sperm! Rumble was still gushing, positively gushing into Scootaloo, clutching her more and more and he grew in size and power, but Scootaloo wasn’t about to be outdone. She wasn’t going to waste ANY of his seed!

“RUMBLE!” Scootaloo’s voice boomed over the Ponyville Valley. “MORE!”

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

And he gave her more. He gave her more, and more, and more. His thrusts were becoming more powerful, more cum exploding from his cock with each one even as he thrust faster. Soon he was bigger than her again, growling like thunder as his delicious impossible weight pressed her down lower. From then on them taking turns outpacing each other in size. Sometimes Rumble would be the giant one, and other times Scootaloo would be, Either way, the place where they were joined was plugged tight, Scootaloo’s cervix sucking every last bit of cum inside to get her even more pregnant.

Scootaloo’s eyes rolled back. Neither she nor Rumble were showing any sign of stopping their growth, weren’t showing any sign of wanting to stop. They just wanted to expand their family over and over, bigger and bigger, caring for each and every foal within Scootaloo’s life-giving womb—

BZAM!

A blue burst struck Rumble in the back of the head. He was out cold before he even realized, his still-gushing cock continuing to spurt on its own. His titanic form was enveloped in lunar magic and pulled free of Scootaloo’s fertile marehood, lifted as easily as a feather to hover in the air.

“Enough,” said a silvery voice.

An apparition of Princess Luna appeared in a swirl of soft shadow. She was little more than a flea compared to Rumble, but the power flowing off her made her shine like the north star. Her ghostly body phased in and out of the Dreamrealm as she studied Rumble with eyes bright as galaxies, the night sky above thrumming and pulsing.

SH-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P-P!

Everything stopped. Nothing moved, nothing breathed, nothing showed a single sign of life. It was like all of existence had been turned into a painting save for Luna, screeched to a halt with a sound like an airtight seal.

A vertical tear in space appeared. Light spilled out like the radiance of heaven as Princess Celestia stepped through, so bright you couldn’t even look at her. She gave Rumble a perfunctory glance before turning to the two-mile-tall Scootaloo, now frozen, but still in the thrall of growth from the dual rivers of tiny coals emptying into her expanded, half-a-mile uterus.

“Oh, drat,” Celestia muttered. She flew up to Scootaloo’s barrel, her vision soon a landscape of warm, orange fur. Scootaloo’s lustrous hairs were each thick as a vine and almost as long as a hoofball field. “Alright, Lulu, alright. I should’ve listened to you.”

“Later,” Luna whispered in Celestia’s head. “Even with them separated, the magic has awakened their latent powers in full. Scootaloo will continue to ovulate faster and faster until she’s been impregnated by every spermatozoa inside her.”

Celestia blushed. She could sense Scootaloo’s inner muscles had clamped down tight to seal in Rumble’s seed, her ballooning womb filled to the brim. Her face lost was in ecstasy as her body shook with power and size, the potent aroma of life so strong it penetrated Celestia’s wards.

“I’m sensing far more in them than the potion young Apple Bloom spoke of,” Luna went on. A kaleidoscope of dark colors swirled about her, spreading out to enshroud Scootaloo and Rumble. “You might want to see this for yourself. ”

Celestia withheld a sigh. She followed Luna’s lead and cast her own scanning spell, two beams of purest light leaping forth. She learned of the magic draughts the duo had taken, but more important than that, she also learned…

“It’s high time we had a chat with these two,” Luna said in Celestia’s mind. “According to my calculations, Rumble’s sperm count per milliliter is just over one billion. If we combine that with the maximum volume capacity of Scootaloo’s uterus and the rate she’s producing new ovum, in just two hours, she’ll be pregnant with over six quadrillion foals. And factoring in the growth spurt she receives from each conception alone, that’ll make her over one trillion miles tall.”

Celestia swallowed hard. “She’ll be pushing a light year by full term…”

“And they were just getting started,” Luna said in a cool voice. “The nature of life is to grow and multiply without end, Tia, and we both know they’re going to want to have as many of these new children as possible. I understand your hesitance to tell them about their divinity, but they’re about to outgrow this solar system and conceive enough foals to populate a spiral arm of this galaxy. Will you deny them their very nature?”

Celestia glared at her. “You know I’d never do that.”

“Then tell them,” Luna said. “Tell them who we really are, and who they are. Show them how to spread themselves out across the dimensions so they’re not tormented by their impulses. You were steward of my domain for too long, Tia. The shadows have left their mark on you.”

Celestia groaned and ran a hoof down her face. “The light reveals, the shadows conceal… I really have lost my edge, haven’t I?”

Luna’s voice softened. “You’ll get it back. I’ll help you’ll remember what it means to be the Goddess of Light, and soon this subtlety and passiveness will be a thing of the past. But it means you have to start taking action sooner than this.”

Celestia’s gaze was drawn to Scootaloo’s mile and a half long barrel, already rounded and full with her Rumble’s hyper-virile seed. “Yes… much sooner.”

The End