Little Mare, Big Family

“Scootaloo!” Rumble called. “I’m home!”

The usual buzzing of wings didn’t greet him. Odd... that was the normally first thing he’d heard coming home.

“In the den!” called Scootaloo down the hallway.

Ah, there she was. Rumble briskly trotted down the hall… but stopped short before the entryway. His nose crinkled at a scent, a strong scent—one he’d been smelling on Scootaloo more and more this last week. He took a deep breath and trotted inside the den, loins already stirring.

“Hey, watch it! Down here!”

Rumble almost tripped over his tiny wife. He hadn’t expected her to be right around the corner.

Scootaloo craned her head up at Rumble. She’d long gotten used to having to do so, but she couldn’t do it for very long without getting a neck cramp. When they’d first started dating in school, he hadn’t anything unordinary height-wise. But then something in him got flipped, and he’d started to inch up, and up… and up. By their sophomore year he was already as tall as the teacher, and when they’d graduated, he was even bigger than Big Mac! And he hadn’t even been done growing by then! He’d gotten even TALLER since then, now an absolute giant of a stallion in every way. He was now twice the size of a typical mare, and seeing as Scootaloo was even shorter than your typical mare…

“I’ve been waiting for you ALL day!” Scootaloo stabbed a hoof into his strong chest, feeling like a tickle to him.

“I can tell.” Rumble sniffed the air, the den thick with his wife’s unique scent. The head of his cock slipped out of its sheath and began to stiffen. “What’s, uh... gotcha so excited?”

Scootaloo fluttered up to his face, meeting his violet eyes.

“You.”

She ambushed him with a fervent kiss, her tiny tongue sparring with his. Rumble growled and pushed back, his big hoof coming up behind her small rump. His fetlocks were dampened instantly. They traded kisses back and forth, making out with rising need.

“I need you.” She broke the kiss with a gasp, her face flushed. “FUCK, I NEED you!” Scootaloo slid off and zipped to the ottoman by the sofa, throwing herself over it. She lifted her flagging tail, revealing her soaked sex.

Rumble was immediately over her. He spread his hind legs as wide as he could, their size difference limiting him. They were always trying new positions, but this was a classic. Scootaloo moaned as his cock slapped her ass, his tip staining her fur.

Scootaloo groaned, low and guttural. She felt every bit of his cockhead wedge inside her, and she had to fight not to shove back. Inch by inch he squeezed his way in, making her feel like she was being split by a log. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say his dick was over half as long as she was. It was such a tight fit she could feel every subtle vein, every bump of his length, every throb of his heartbeat.

A breathless second later, Rumble had fit his limit. Only a third of his pride was stuffed inside his wife’s eager pussy, but he wasn’t about to complain. Her tunnel was warm, wet, and tight as a vicegrip. And besides, other mares wouldn’t be able to take much more, anyway.

“AH!” Scootaloo beat her wings, hitting Rumbles sides. “FUCK MEeeEEeEe!” The first orgasm hit her like a train, her walls spasming and squirting.

Rumble bucked his hips in long strokes, losing himself to the pleasurable rhythm. His every thrust brought a stilted cry from below, music to his ears. It was just fuel to the flames, and before long, Rumble was building up to his eventual release. Scootaloo’s voice cracked again, her wings thrashing in another powerful orgasm.

“Rumble…” Scootaloo panted for breath, feeling his massive tool thrust harder. “R-RUMBLE! HEY!”

Rumble grit his teeth. He was on the verge, needing just that little more to go over. “What?!”

“D-Don’t…” Scootaloo cut herself off with a low groan. “Don’t pull out!”

Rumbles eyes snapped wide. “What?!”

“You heard me!” Scootaloo squeezed him hard, locking her forelegs around his.

Rumble’s mind raced as his shaft surged, his tip flaring wide.

“You’re sure!?” he choked out.

“YES!” Scootaloo shouted... then howled as she felt his first hot gush of seed. “YES! YES! YESSSS!!!!!”

Four, Five, Six. It just kept coming and coming. Scootaloo’s little belly began distending, desperate to contain it all. Eight. Nine. Ten. Eleven spurts. She moaned as her lower end slid to the floor a carnal fire being quenched. Rumble’s stiff cock slid out as he backed off of her, and he folded his legs to join her on the comfy cloud floor. A small amount dribbled out of Scootaloo’s relaxed pussy, but the glut of his cum remained stuffed inside, evident by her rounded belly.

“Hey.” Rumble nudged Scootaloo out of her sexual stupor. “What gives? I know we’ve talked about this before, but never with a ‘when’. What happened?”

Scootaloo laid her head against his side. “I... don’t know. We’ve got a home, bits, jobs… something just clicked, I guess. I can’t explain it beyond that.”

Rumble hugged her with a humongous wing. “Well… maybe now was just the time.”

She turned her head, an elated grin on her face. “You… Me… We’re gonna be great parents.”

They kissed deeply, Rumble stroking her with his wingtips. Scoot nuzzled his cheek and wiggled closer, a sleepy serenity sneaking up on her.

“D’you think I need to buy a pregnancy test?” he joked, his feathers dancing on her belly.

“Not if I buy one first.” Scootaloo nipped his neck where he liked. “Get used to be gentle with that belly over the next year, though. Our kid’s gonna be in there!”

In comfort and warmth, the two drifted off to sleep.