“I’m glad you could make it!”

Sweetie bounded towards the door and embraced Scootaloo. Rarity was fussing and saying something about how a pregnant mare shouldn’t run, but Sweetie Belle ignored her. Her birth mother was just jealous that Hondo knocked her up on the first try, while it took a few more attempts to put a child in Rarity’s womb. Sweetie knew that Rarity was perfectly willing to bed Hondo several more times, child or not. Motherhood seemed to agree with the sisters quite well; Rarity’s influx of suitor requests doubled, and Sweetie was scheduled to model in two magazines to the theme of motherhood, the clothing crafted to highlight and flatter her new curves.

“Hiya, Sweetie! Every bit the fatass I remember you to be.”

Sweetie gave her friend a playful shove before standing on her tiptoes, hugging the other mare. Both felt sluggish and big, and so utterly loved the feeling of life growing in their bellies. Their bumps grinded together as they hugged, and in an irregularly tender moment for the tomgirl, Scootaloo ran a hand up and down both of their expanding stomachs.

Sweetie giggled as she pulled away. Motherhood suited Scootaloo well. “Come in!”

There was only a small smattering of people in Carousel Boutique for Sweetie’s baby shower. Scootaloo had come early, but her presence was welcome nevertheless. Azure, Scootaloo’s father, followed right behind the troublesome pegasus. Sweetie watched as Azure eyed her belly, and then Rarity’s before settling on Hondo as he walked into the room. Sweetie let the two fathers be. It was an open suspicion of hers that they had many things in common.

Scootaloo had joined Rarity in shamefully indulging herself with fruit punch and tacos. Scootaloo had to worry more about the baby fat than the fat that would go to her own thighs. Rarity was just glaring at anyone who dared question her extra helpings. “Not a word,” she whispered. “I didn’t indulge myself when I had you, so I’m making up for lost time. Rainbow Dash would give me no end of teasing if she learned about that.”

Mother. Sweetie had two mothers, and never before that day when she was impregnated had she felt as loved as then.

“Relax, Rares!” Scootaloo said upon seeing the eldest give her a look as she piled more onto her plate. At least Scootaloo was in high spirits. The mare looked between the two sisters’ bellies. “Damn, you two look neck and neck. Who’re the two lucky bucks?”

Rarity joined her in bashfully looking away. Scootaloo turned her head towards her dad, who was laughing jovially with Hondo. “Ahhh... Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” she said as she rubbed her belly fondly.

Rarity stared at the implication and the cocky smirk. Sweetie just couldn’t stop herself from beaming; it was another thing that bonded her and her Crusader pseudo-sister together.

“How far along are you?” Sweetie asked. She was wearing a yellow sundress made by Rarity. It had just enough extra material around the middle to cover her bump, but still flatter her growing child.

Scootaloo patted what looked like a gym shirt that didn’t even cover her belly. She wanted it to be seen. “Four months. Let me guess... you and Rares are five?”

Rarity was munching on a mouthful of taco, daring Scootaloo to say something. “Yup!” Sweetie answered. “But I’m a week ahead of Rarity. With a little luck, maybe we can pop them out on the same day like dad says.”

“Ha! I’m on my second foal. You’ve got a ways before you catch up to me.”

Heh, Scoots had no idea. Mimicking her and patting her belly, Sweetie held up not one, but two fingers, one for each comforting heartbeat thumping under her palm.

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