Spring Cleaning

It was early spring in Canterhorn Valley, only a few weeks after Winter Wrap Up. The days were balmy and nice, getting steadily nicer as the season progressed. But the earth was still cold, and the chill of winter still bit into you if you spent too long in the shade.

Today had been a good day for doing work out in the sun. Many ponies had tended to their gardens and fields, working whenever the sun peeked out from the clouds. Once nighttime had come, ponies had retreated to the warmth of their homes, their thoughts turning when it’d be comfortable to moongaze out under the stars.

Ponies out in the country were no exception. On the outskirts of Whitetail Wood, a couple relaxed in their home after a long day of spring cleaning. The couple, a changeling and a pony, were snuggling together in bed, the changeling rubbing the swollen legs of the pony, a mare named Verdant Ardea.

“Ah!” Verdant flinched as she laid on her side. “Right there! Right there, Cal...”

The changeling, a small male named Cal, chittered as he redoubled his efforts around her calves. “Is this the part where ponies say, ‘I told you so’?”

Verdant pinned her ears against her head, grumbling something Cal couldn’t hear.

“Erm… please let me finish weeding the garden tomorrow.” Cal continued massaging, giving her right leg a kiss. “You’re not up for it right now.”

And most ponies would agree. Verdant was heavy with Cal’s foal—two foals, in fact. They were due any day now, and her mammoth belly was stretched tight like a drum, round and full, rising and falling with her steady breaths.

Verdant scrunched up her face. She glared at Cal, her cheeks flushed. “I’m not helpless. I can—”

Cal twisted his hoof.

“Ffffffuck!” Verdant’s sharp inhale was like a hiss, her whole body going rigid.

“Your sore muscles are just aggravating the swelling,” Cal observed. He hovered over a jar of healing salve from the dresser, scooping out a generous glob. “If you try to garden again tomorrow, you’ll be miserable.”

Verdant grumped as Cal spread the enchanted salve on her legs. A cool, soothing feeling seeped into her muscles, quenching the burning pain. “F-Fine, fine. But if you’re gonna do it, make sure you don’t miss the creeping charlie this time! I don’t care how pretty it looks, it’s still a weed!”

Cal nodded. “I won’t.”

“And don’t plant my azaleas in the sunny side of the garden like you did last year,” Verdant said. “They need partial shade to do well.”

“Got it.”

“And please, watch out for ground wasps in the raspberry patch.” Verdant gave him a pointed look. “They should be cleared out, but we don’t want another mishap, do we?”

Cal winced. “N-No. Being attacked once by an angry swarm is enough.”

“Good.” Verdant had another thought. “And don’t forget to...”

It went on like that for awhile. Cal said little beyond ‘mmhmm’ and ‘okay’ as he went back to his massaging, listening to Verdant’s instructions. He made a mental note of it all as he tended to her one leg at a time, working the salve into her muscles and joints. The sharpness of Verdant’s tone faded alongside the pain, and by the time the swelling went down, she’d lost her snarky tone.

“...take the mulched leaves and dump them in the compost heap,” Verdant finished. She hummed as Cal finished getting out the kinks in her calves, his firm touch bringing relief. “Got all that?”

Cal took a second to think. “I… think so. It sounds very similar to what we did in the fall to prepare the garden for winter. Just in reverse.”

“More or less,” Verdant said. “The biggest headache is getting everything started. Once you till and prepare the soil and get everything planted, it’s just a matter of keeping an eye on it.”

Cal glanced out the window, the backyard a faint silhouette in the inky night. “A shame you can’t just eat love. All this work for gardening and growing food… it’s a lot harder than I thought it’d be.”

Verdant leaned back into her pillow. “And it’d be even more work if this wasn’t just a hobby. I don’t know how ponies like the Apples do it.”

Cal cocked his head at the name. “Those are… the farmer ponies, yes? The ones on the far side of Ponyville?”

“Yeah,” said Verdant. “They own Sweet Apple Acres. Biggest farm in Ponyville. I should take you over there sometime. It’s really pretty when the apple trees are blossoming."

Cal’s ears drooped. “U-Um, isn’t their farm right next to the Everfree?”

Verdant rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, Cal. We’re not gonna go anywhere near that place. I just wanna show you around the farm outskirts.”

Cal still didn’t look enthused. “...Maybe there’s a nice hill we could see the farm from?”

“Cal.”

Cal ducked down his head. “S-Sorry, sorry. I… guess you can show me...”

Verdant sighed. “It’ll be fine, trust me. The forest isn’t that bad, really! It’s just a little… wild.”

“It’s scary,” Cal muttered. “I don’t like it.”

A rebuke formed on Verdant’s tongue, but she bit it back. She supposed she couldn’t blame him—a lot of crazy things had happened in that wood. Most ponies would rather have their teeth pulled than venture in there.

“Well, at any rate, we won’t be going over there anytime soon.” Verdant’s eyes unfocused as her thoughts turned inward, focusing on the tickles and flutters in her gut. “I suppose I could do a bit more work in the nursery tomorrow. Or cook up a few more meals to freeze, I dunno.”

Cal smiled. He scooched closer, planting a kiss atop Verdant’s enormous middle. “So long as you’re not on your hooves all day.”

Verdant grunted. She rested a free hoof atop Cal’s, gently stroking his wrist. “You’re sure I’ll be able to nurse the kids?”

Cal cringed. “Pretty sure. If you were laying, erm... the e-word—”

“Got it.” Verdant grimaced, her face turning a bit green. “Sorry I asked.”

Cal exhaled out his nose. He wasn’t really sure why Verdant couldn’t stand that, but he didn’t feel like cleaning up vomit at the moment. “Uh… right. Even if they can partly subsist off love, they’ll still need to be nursed for a few months. Half their diet will be from love, the other half will be from solid food.”

Verdant relaxed. She don’t know how many times she’d asked that, along with countless other things. Changeling-pony hybrids wererare, and she just couldn’t shake her nerves.

“Well, at least I’ve got the ‘equipment’ for it.” Verdant’s thoughts turned to the plump, heavy breasts nestled between her belly and marehood. They started feeling sore if she didn’t milk herself every few hours, leaking and trickling down her legs with an incessant drip-drip-drip. “Hate to think I’ve been carting these things around for nothing.”

Cal fidgeted. “I-I wouldn’t say for nothing…”

Verdant couldn’t help but grin. “Yeah, yeah, you little lovebug. I know you like them.”

Cal’s thin tongue snaked out between his lips. He moved closer still, his muzzle only inches from her protruding belly button. He stared at her soft, enriched skin, well-oiled and pampered, enhanced by her motherly form. His gaze wandered down to her perky teats, the bare nipples colored a rosy red.

“...Verdant?”

Verdant paused. “Hmm?”

Cal stroked her bump, his smooth chitin gliding along her skin. “Can we—” His voice faltered. He cleared his throat, his thin wings buzzing. “I-I mean, are you up for…?”

Verdant was quiet. She let Cal stroke her for a while, enjoying the feel of his gentle hoof. She said nothing as his soft exhales tickled her fur, gradually moving closer… closer…

“Mmmh…” She shivered as his cheek met her coat. He nuzzled her pregnant paunch, it’s firm, squishy size looming over him. He made a warbling hum, his hoof sliding up to rub her back, inhaling the scent of her warm coat. She looped her own hooves around him in turn, and Cal took it as a signal to continue, pressing a little harder into his efforts.

Cal revelled in Verdant’s size. Month after month he’d watched her womb grow, along with every little change to her body. He let that excitement guide him now, a bubble of air forming in his chest, goading him on. He could hardly believe this was all happening, but every morning he woke up next to Verdant, seeing her belly just a little bit larger than before...

Verdant felt a familiar urge kindling. She felt warmer as Cal touched her, her tail swishing back and forth. She smiled at his cute grunts, nuzzling and kissing her belly with zeal. Soon she felt him licking her, his sounds filled with longing. She giggled as his wings buzzed again, fanning her with a rush of air, and an intensity crept into her eyes, filled with a lewd look.

“Lower,” she whispered.

Cal obeyed. His nuzzles, licks, and kisses travelled southward, down the curve of her twin-filled womb. He moved into a crouch, his rear-end and tail high in the air, his malehood slipping free. Little by little his dick inched up his barrel, growing more and more with every beat of his heart. It just kept getting bigger… longer… thicker... pushing past his ribs and still growing! It’s tip brushed against the sheets of the bed before he finally reached full mast, bigger than one of his legs and twice as heavy, and his balls sank lower as well, bloating up with fresh seed.

A hunger slipped into Verdant’s gaze. She still couldn’t believe such a small changeling had such a massive cock. Her nethers throbbed every time she saw it, a yearning emptiness that never failed to ache. She hadn’t even been able to take it at first, but frequent practice (and a special potion from a certain zebra shaman) had made her deep and loose enough. Already she could see a wet spot forming where his tip brushed the bed, and she felt her marehood wink, her muscles readying for the main event...

Cal eyed Verdant’s overfilled teats. He nosed them one at a time, feeling the bare skin of her areola. He teased her with his lips, his warm breath washing over each of her breasts. The cloying, heady scent of Verdant filled his senses, and her mound glistened in his peripheral, willing and wet. The sight made him even harder, but he focused back on her nipples, latching on and sucking fast.

“Nggghh…” Verdant shuddered. The odd, tickling sensation rushed through her groin, a welcome relief from the regular pressure. “You’re hopeless, Cal…”

Cal drank down her sweet taste, slurping and smacking. He gulped her milk in thirsty swallows, a perfect compliment to the love flowing off her. Verdant sighed and sank further into the mattress, the relaxing feel of being milked creating a warm glow in her chest. She might’ve zoned out from it, but sneakily, Cal snuck his hoof up to drag along her labia, snapping her awake.

“CAL!” Verdant’s blush grew. “A-Ah… Calllll…”

Cal toyed with her, tracing circles around her outer lips. He switched nipples and continued drinking, his dry, musky scent mixing with hers. Verdant cooed, nostrils flaring, tail flicking harder. A particularly strong set of flutters rocked her as the foals kicked, her thudding heart stirring them from sleep. She rubbed her belly in gentle circles, her eyes falling closed, her ruby-red tongue wetting her lips. She hugged herself while humming a lullaby, and before long the foals settled, placid and lazy.

Cal ceased his attack on Verdant’s teats. A dribble of milk fell from his chin as he admired them a moment longer before turning to her sweet honeypot. Verdant sensed his intent and spread her legs wider, and Cal darted forward, his forked tongue diving into her crotch.

Verdant squealed loud, a spring coiling in her belly. His tongue wiggled and tasted her walls, and she bucked her hips into his face, her legs yearning to wrap around him. Her back arched as he drilled deeper, plunging in and out without pause, his nose grazing her clit. She’d been wet before, but now she was drenched, her breaths hitched and gasping.

Cal was relentless. He’d become addicted to her taste years ago, and he savored every opportunity to indulge. He moved his long tongue in circles, exploring every nook and cranny. Her tangy juices dominated his senses, and it just made him want to go faster, harder. Her voice changed in pitch every time he hit a sweet spot, and her sexy moans and cries made his leaky dick twitch. His hips moved on impulse, dragging a long, sticky streak on the sheets. His tip sprung free to slap against his barrel, a sticky trail flying up to hit his chin. Yet still he kept on pleasuring her depths, his drooling dick throbbing, nuts swelling even more...

Verdant grit her teeth. A fiery need had awakened within her, turning her moans throaty and low. Seconds passed like minutes as the waves rose out from her core, combining with the thick, syrupy heat of her full womb. That hunger, that clenching burn, she could feel it growing in strength with every swipe of her beloved’s tongue. Cal knew just how to get her motor running, and thankfully he didn’t stop, lapping at her core again, and again, and again, slurping up her sweet nectar while savoring her scent like a perfume.

It wasn’t long before Verdant felt her peak rushing up to meet her. But right as she was about to go over the edge—

Cal pulled back. He nuzzled her belly one more time before maneuvering behind her, grinding up against her back. Verdant mewled, empty and unfulfilled. Her tail was lifted up high into the air, and Cal’s towering shaft was sandwiched between them, sticking their coats together. She felt him slide downward as he pulled his shaft free, his face now level with the small of her back. HIs monster cock brushed her sopping entrance, and she winked, hard, a fresh moan escaping her throat. She peeled back her labia to help him along, and with a smooth push of his hips—

“Callllllllll~” Verdant’s voice grew stilted. She felt his little legs wrap around her, slinking back up as he stuffed her full. Her nether lips bulged with his size, swallowing inch after inch of hot, pulsing changeling cock, yet greedy for more. She melted into his embrace as he penetrated her, an electric tingling racing along her spine. Her tunnel was stretching… stretching… strettttttcccching to take him, but she couldn’t help but egg him on. Cal groaned as he pushed harder, wiggling his hips, his leaky dick coating her insides. His medial ring bumped up against her spread labia, and hooked his hooves around her shoulders, slurping it in with practiced ease.

Verdant’s eyes crossed. Her insides felt like jello—jello that was being spread wide by a gargantuan spire of malehood. Her crotch was filled with the deep burn of worked muscles, and it all fed into the warm, weighty sensations of her womb. Her mind was sinking into a soupy haze, the edges of her vision growing fuzzy. The electric tingling was racing all throughout her body like a circuit board, her legs quivering with little shocks. Cal wasn’t all the way inside her yet, but her lost orgasm was now returning in full force, and she couldn’t even make a noise as it hit her, her walls clamping down like a vice.

Cal chittered again. He licked and sucking her exposed throat with fervor, feeling her pulse dance. Verdant found her voice again and yelled, shouting his name in a sultry wail. He buried his snout in her thick mane, snuffling and snorting, all while continuing to bury his cock in her supple snatch. He moved in and out of her, each time going just a little bit farther, delighting in the delicious friction between their slick flesh. Her orgasm was still going when his hips met her padded rear, and he kept there until it ended, Verdant’s voice petering to a croon.

Verdant needed a moment to catch her breath. Fullness pervaded her, Cal’s pride plunged all the way to the hilt. He made little chirps as he tugged on her mane, nibbling on her shoulders and scruff. It felt less and less like his dick was in the back of her throat as the seconds passed, her tunnel molding to his shape, but she still felt floaty, high from the endorphin rush.

Cal’s hooves moved down to Verdant’s belly. He stroked it with a low hum, feeling the movements of the little ones inside. He pushed his hips harder into Verdant’s wide rear, but he was as far in as he could go. He knew he should wait for her go ahead, but he couldn’t help but hump her in tiny strokes. His delicate wings were stuck straight out behind him, and the tension in his loins was building, making it harder and harder to hold back—

“Okay, Cal.”

Cal growled. He pulled back to the medial ring, then plunged back in, their crotches meeting with a meaty smack! Verdant let out a lusty shriek, and that the last straw for Cal. He began a smooth rhythm, fucking her like a frenzied machine set by her demands for more. She squeezed him in time with his motions, her silky walls like a vice around his colossal cock. He felt her belly throb in time with their movements, and he couldn’t help himself anymore, hugging, stroking, licking, and biting as he rutted her silly.

Verdant came again. Marecum squirted out of her stretched tunnel, soaking Cal and making his thrusts all the easier. The enormous absence on every backthrust was maddening, but when he pistoned back in, it was like getting struck by lightning. He continued without pause, claiming her soft snugness like he had so many times before, yet he still couldn’t get enough. The sexy sounds of his mare, crying out his name, cumming from his efforts… Love seeped off of her in waves, all of it pouring into him, and it kicked him into overdrive, holding nothing back as he took her, again, and again, and again.

Verdant was a sweaty, panting mess. Her eyes were glazed over, her ears filled with the sounds of fevered sex. Her loins were a center of pleasure, her mind submerged in the sensations. Her heavy belly bounced in time with Cal’s rutting, the twins kicking as the fluid swirled about. Verdant couldn’t wait to meet them, to hold them both in her arms… but she also couldn’t wait until she’d recovered, so she could give them a little sibling or two… or three… or four...

Cal was getting close. The pressure inside him was building more and more, his balls sloshing with seed. He lost the rhythm of his thrusts, his hips jerking even harder, his tip tickling the end of her tunnel. He held her tighter as he made a low hiss, and Verdant kept him locked in place. He started thrusting wildly, his giant cock swelling even bigger, and they could both feel the cum rushing up his shaft, his tip flaring—

Cal erupted, shooting hot, hot cum into Verdant’s willing depths. He painted her walls white and then some, pumping load after hefty load as he filled her to the brim. Fluids spilling out of Verdant like a waterfall, howling as a third orgasm blindsided her, exploding in her brain like Cal exploding in her tunnel. Again and again she felt his hot, wet heat, his long, sticky ropes of cum scratching her blasted itch, but he just kept on going and going, saturating her with his virile essence.

It was nearly half a minute before he was finally spent. Cal let out a breathy sigh and relaxed, nuzzling her with more chirping sounds. A dreamy smile was on his face, basking in the fuzzy afterglow. Verdant smiled as well, her cunny still abuzz after being worked. She petted his hooves, staring off into nothing.

“You were pent up,” Verdant said.

Cal purred. His dick twitched, oozing out another cupful of seed.

“I suppose it’s been awhile,” Verdant admitted. “We haven’t had a three day drought like that in forever.”

Cal chuckled. His serpentine tongue slipped out, licking the other side of her neck. “If… If you’re up for it, we could make up for lost time...”

Verdant shivered, tensing back up. “Again?”

Cal tasted her salty sweat, his stamina resurging. “Your love spikes every time you peak. That was only three times—are you tired already?”

…

Verdant grit her teeth, failing to shove her ego back down. “Sometimes I think I’ve been a bad influence on you.”

Cal smirked, resuming his thrusts with a loud schlick. “Maybe.”

End

Author's Note

I can't link to Bon's tumblr blog, as it's (obviously) nsfw. However, if you google nsfwbonbon, you'll be able to find them pretty easily. Check out their art if you like pregnancy and birth-related stuff!