With the attention of the room turned to her, Spoiled gave a prim nod. "While your attention to detail in Rarity's reform is commendable, I'm afraid something has come up."

Filthy perked an ear at her. "What is that? Something I can help with?"

"Why, yes. You are just the pony that would." She turned to face him directly with a commanding glint in her eyes. "Why, only my husband would do. I'm afraid I've made a slight error." She raised a hoof to hover in the air, directed upwards. "I've lost track of the date. It would seem today is our special evening."

Filthy reacted to those words with a small squirt of prefluids, pearly goop running down his throbbing length as he nodded at his wife. "A very special evening," he agreed. "Do... you want our guests to leave?"

Spoiled turned the hoof to point at Filthy. "Let them bear witness. I have decided that we will try for a second child."

A new voice shrilly cried, "What?!"

All eyes turned to a painting from where the shrill but muffled call came from. The eyes on the painting suddenly drew back, leaving darkness.

Spoiled frowned. "Any daughter of mine would be well-advised to leave the adults to their business." They could hear the scampering of small hooves away. "That's better. Honestly, that filly... Where were we?"

Rarity nuzzled at Rose, rubbing noses together and along one another's snout. "You were saying something about a special evening, darl--" Her words didn't finish, suddenly squealing as the bumpy flower in her bottom gave a firm push to explore her innards. "Oh dear, you are insatiable."

Lily smiled at Rarity gently. "Do you mind?"

"Oh, mmm, of course not. Do proceed."

Daisy tilted her head as she felt something new. She had filled Rarity. Every available inch of her womb was occupied with her grown plants. That place was hers. But what to do with it? She looked over to Filthy and Spoiled. A child? Could she? She pulled her vines in and imagined as hard as she could what she wanted.

Rarity began to moan whorishly as waves of rapture began to ripple outwards from her invading womb. She had no idea what was going on, but she wanted it.

Spoiled turned away from Filthy and swayed her tail left and right. Her precious entrance winked softly just as it came into view with every sway. "You know your duty, as a husband, and as a stud."

Filthy licked over his lips as he rose up to all fours. "I do, and I will fulfill them." He glanced over at the four other females in the room in a moment of self-awareness. As much as he wanted to top Spoiled and do what stallions did, there were properties.

Spoiled swatted Filthy across the face with her tail. "This is another business transaction. Take command, seize the opportunity, and begin the merger."

Filthy jerked back at being struck by the tail like a whip and nodded quickly. "Of course." He nuzzled at her rump gently. "But a good businesspony understands the importance of courting and relationship making. It eases the later proceedings." He nipped her just above her cutie mark. "And smooth transactions without... hard feelings is the goal, is it not?"

Spoiled lifted hoof to hoof, impatiently swaying her back end. "Needless niceties can complicate things just as easily, dear. When everything is ready, you must take the chance being afforded you." She looked over her shoulder at him pointedly. "Unless you want to see the moment pass you by."

With no further prompting required, Filthy hopped up onto his beloved wife and hugged her firmly around the midsection. "I love you," he whispered into an ear, only to be met with a chorus of awws from the other four females that had paused a moment.

Spoiled's features softened. She looked younger for just that moment. "I love you too," she confessed, wriggling beneath him. "Now, proceed. Make me a mother a second time, you virile stallion."

He growled softly with a smile and wriggled his hips, lining things up. With a smooth push, his flat tip pushed against her dripping lips and slid past into the hot interior of her body. "Mmm, just as tight as that first evening."

Spoiled turned a bright red. "Dear!" The tittering of the watching females did little to help. "I've... been practicing."

Filthy raised an ear at that. His hips thrust forward, sinking himself into the delightful tunnel of his dearest mare. "There is practice for that, specifically?"

"There are practices for anything, dear, and, mmm, a little to the left. One of many of my yoga steps helps keep things taught and ready."

"The divine squat!" suddenly blurted out Rarity.

Rose shook her head. "Naughty unicorn, don't interrupt them." She leaned in and bit gently at Rarity's throat. "They're having a moment."

Filthy pulled her back with every increasingly lustful push into her form. They had become a well-lubricated machine, drawing and pushing in rhythmic slaps. "You... always did... take care of yourself," he grunted out between the powerful motions.

"Of... course." She arched her back to change the angle of entry subtly. "I have to be... worthy of such a... fine stallion."

Filthy almost stumbled before resuming. "That's very... touching."

"And true," she stated in a matter of fact way. "Being chosen by... you... was the happiest... day I knew."

Daisy nuzzled at Lily's hind leg. "That is just too sweet. Do you think I'll find a stallion that makes me feel that way?"

Lily leaned down and nuzzled the top of Daisy's head in kind. "I already feel that way."

With wide eyes, Daisy stammered out, "W-who's the lucky stallion?!"

Lily snorted softly. "He is a she, and there are two of them. I couldn't imagine being away from them."

Rose threw a leg over Lily's withers suddenly. "Aw! You big sap you. I love you too, you wonderful mare you."

Rarity wriggled, held up with powerful plants and firmly violated with two thick plant within her back entrances. "Darlings, mmm, could I... come down now?"

Filthy drove with a renewed passion, even as tears tickled at his eyes. He would be a husband worthy of his lovely wife, and that started with giving her a foal if she wanted one. "A day doesn't pass that I'm not... happy to have... this family." His heavy balls slapped up against her rump as he worked harder and harder. He could feel the climax rushing at him. Ponies were many things, but enduring lovers was not one of them. "Consider this... an investment... with infinite return."

Spoiled convulsed her passage in smooth and long ripples that milked at the powerful pole that pushed against her. "The bank... is open," she said with a little smirk. "Go... on, make your deposit." She rocked back against his motions, encouraging him. "Do it."

The feel of the many little bumps that made up her interior squeezing and drawing at him pushed him over the edge. He could feel heat rush up into the base of his shaft only for it and the tunnel around it to squeeze it forward. In blinding twitches, it rushes up along his mighty spire and sprayed out across Spoiled's innermost barrier. Every spray came with a heady rush of purest bliss. He was fulfilling his most basic purpose in life, being the husband to a fertile and ready mare.

Was she ready? He blinked softly even as spots danced before his eyes. He could see Spoiled clenching her teeth, holding back a cry of her own, but he also felt her writhing, inside and out. She was riding a wave of pleasure just as he was tumbling to a stop. "D-dear, is it... was it the right time?" What were the odds of that?

Spoiled knew she was not properly in heat. Despite that, she pressed back against the softening length that still filled her. "We will just have to keep trying. Not every transaction has assured dividends on the first go."

Rose tapped at Daisy right on the middle of her head. "Hey, you can make crazy powders, right?"

Daisy's ears perked upright. "Sure can. Why? They don't look like they need to be told to play."

Rose rolled her shoulders. "Can you make a mare 'ready'?"

Daisy's smile wavered as she thought. "I don't know... Let's find out!" She waved a hoof at Spoiled and Filthy and a bed of daisies sprouted beneath them. The two didn't even know they were there before they released a voluminous gust of thick pollen across the undersides of both of them, a cloud spreading around the two as they sneezed and coughed.

Rose tapped Daisy once. "That was a bit much, you think?"

Daisy giggled softly. "If they have twins, I doubt they'll complain."

Rarity pulled futilely on a held hoof. "Darlings, really. We've had our fun..."

Discord appeared with a pop just in front of Fluttershy's. He had a basket in hand. "She'll be so surprised to see I've contributed to today's meeting." He nodded at himself with satisfaction. It would be their best tea party ever! He raised a hand a rapped on the door smartly. "Fluttershy, are you at home?"

The door opened with surprising swiftness, and that wasn't Fluttershy at all. Caramel was standing there, looking at him oddly. "Uh, hello?"

Discord blinked with surprise before he smiled. "Oh, is dear Fluttershy caring for one of your pets? She does love doing that. Have no fear, little pony, she'll have them back on their little paws in no time at all."

Caramel quirked a little smile. "Thanks, but I don't have a pet."

Discord's smile faltered. "Then why are you here?" There were precious few other reasons for Fluttershy to have visitors over that weren't the other girls, or himself. He was special! Caramel was... nobody! "Where is Fluttershy?"

Caramel put a hoof to his chest. "I live here, so why wouldn't I--"

He didn't get to finish his statement, suddenly yanked out with a flick of Discord's hand and held hovering in the air. "Where. Is. Fluttershy?" demanded Discord with little room left for distractions. "If you've harmed her," he growled, fur starting to stand on end along the back of his neck. "So help me..."

"Woah! Calm down!" cried Caramel, waving his hooves wildly. "She's fine! I promise!"

"Who is it?" came a familiar and gentle voice from inside the house.

Discord dropped Caramel to the ground, forgetting he existed in favor of advancing into the house. "Fluttershy! There you are. It's me, Discord, here for our weekly tea party."

Fluttershy descended the stairs with a gentle smile. "Oh, Discord! Is it time already? It feels like we just had one. Oh my, I'm not at all prepared."

Discord snapped his fingers, banishing the low-level disarray that Fluttershy had allowed within her home. "The least I can do for such a delightful friend, and I've brought a gift!"

Fluttershy tilted her head at Discord. "What sort of, oh, there you are, Caramel. Why were you outside?"

Caramel darted in past Discord. "Just avoiding him!"

She perked an ear at him. "Now, I know he may be a new sight, but he is a delightful pony once you get to know him. Discord, may I introduce Caramel. Caramel, Discord."

He looked down at the pony. "Um, charmed, I suppose. Why is he here again?"

"Why wouldn't he be here?" returned Fluttershy with some confusion. "We are married, after all."

Caramel stepped between Fluttershy and Discord. "I'm a member of her herd, and protecting her when Princess Big Mac isn't here is my duty, and one I take very seriously."

Discord was still a moment, processing all the nuances that sentence had in it. "Princess... Big Mac? Herd? All three?" He raised a brow so high it bumped against the ceiling, but his eyes were fixed on Fluttershy. "Explain."

Author's Note

3 votes for Discord, 4 for it being the special evening. This is the result!

Discord is displeased at the chaos he unwittingly caused. How will this turn out?
1: He properly removes the box, but the fallout of its mischief remains a thing.
2: He doesn't realize it is a matter of the box, and he goes after the symptoms instead.
3: Celestia arrives, and is not happy.
4: The box finds a new victim, appearing in the stash of Secret Agent Sweetie Drops.
5: Discord banishes it all away. Nopony messes with his Fluttershy!