Big Mare, Bigger Family

Chapters

Castle Inquiry
In The Clouds
A Family Starts, A Family Grows
Motherly Advice
The Biggest Family

Castle Inquiry

“Alright, you two.” Twilight double checked the trio of folders in her magic. “You've passed all the preliminary tests and gotten all the clearance, so we're ready to do this. Are you positive you want to go through with it?”

Scootaloo, well over nine feet tall, looked down at the smaller Twilight. She had a familiar cocky smirk more usually seen on a certain other brash pegasus. “You know we are! Isn't that right, Rumble?”

Rumble sidled closer to Scootaloo, leaning into her strong chest. Even at seven feet tall, his head barely came up to her withers. He shivered as he inhaled deep, catching a whiff of the heated scent emanating from her nethers. “Heh... Let’s do this.”

Twilight shrugged. “Okay, then...”

She led Scootaloo and Rumble into one of the castle bedrooms. A complex magical array had been drawn on the floor, crushed gemstones gracing the lines to make them glitter and shine with eddies of magic. Scootaloo had to crouch to squeeze into the smaller room, her broad shoulders scraping the frame of the door. It soon became apparent that she took up a quarter of the available space by herself! And if that weren't enough, Rumble followed right behind, who also needed to duck his head!

Between the two giants, there wasn't much room left for Twilight.

“Right...” Twilight shuffled past to stand by the window. “There are varying levels of power for fertility spells, level one being the weakest, level five being the strongest.” She gestured to an ancient-looking book on the table. “Normally I'd suggest a level one and see what kind of results that yields. But seeing as I'm aware of your intent here—”

Scootaloo and Rumble waggled their eyebrows.

Twilight blushed. “I-I'm willing to step it up a little. A level three fertility spell cast on a healthy couple will likely do the trick, and with this particular iteration, I can do both of you at the same time! Scootaloo, the Proportion spell that's now permanently a part of you is obviously still in effect, so regardless of how pregnant you get from this, there shouldn’t be an issue. You can expect that the symptoms of your estrus will be amplified, though, so be ready for that a few minutes after the spell is completed.”

Scootaloo bit her lip. It already felt like her nethers were on fire, and she'd been horny all freaking week! Being this close to Rumble yet unable to fuck was torture. “Then you better be ready to leave right away, or else you're gonna get a front row seat of Rumble rutting my brains out.”

Twilight snickered. “Don’t worry, I was planning on leaving. Rumble, there’ll be some growth in your genitalia, particularly in your testes and scrotum. But as requested, I've also tied in an additional spell to increase the overall size of your penis. You'll need to see me later if you'd like it to be permanent. You'll also feel a tingling sensation farther back from your prostate being enhanced, and like Scootaloo, your libido will be put into overdrive soon after the spell completes. Understand?”

Rumble fidgeted. Their three bodies were quickly warming up the room, and the combined space was just making the smell of Scootaloo all the more potent. He was hard as a freaking rock, and if this kept up, Scootaloo wasn't going to be the only one dripping “Got it.”

“Good.” Twilight checked the tome one last time. “So a level three, then... I think I've got everything right. It's actually kind of interesting—this array is identical for levels three and four of the spell; it's just the incantation and power expenditure that are different! That's usually not the case in spells like this...”

“So can you cast a level four instead?” Scootaloo gave her puppy dog eyes. “Pleeeeeease?”

Twilight rolled her eyes. “Be happy with what you're getting, missy. And just so you know? That trick doesn't work as well when you're near twice my size.”

Scootaloo kicked at the floor. “Aww...”

Twilight read over the instructions one last time. “Okay, here goes. Stand still, you two.”

The buzz of magic filled the room. Scootaloo felt herself being engulfed in the electric sensation of Twilight's magic focusing deep within her. Rumble felt much the same as well, making them both twitch and squirm. The lines of the array started to glow, purple, then blue, then white. Twilight chanted out a string of words under her breath as the light around her horn grew brighter, then brighter still.

The heat in Scootaloo's loins became muted, the burning feeling almost ticklish, her insides emitting a soft gurgle. A fog lifted from her eyes as the haze of estrus cleared, endorphins and chemicals undergoing a soft reset. She heard Rumble moan beside her, and while she couldn't very well see, she could picture his hefty nuts swelling to greater sizes, his cock growing to the point it could fill her once more. She drooled at the thought of deepthroating him being a challenge again, not to mention the bliss of his thick, virile girth spreading her wide, pumping out untold amounts of cum into her waiting womb...

“There!” Twilight wiped off her brow. “All done!”

Scootaloo blinked. She hadn't even realized she'd zoned out. “Wait, really? That's it?”

“Yep!” Twilight said. “The spell doesn't require a lot of power, it's just rather intricate. Nothing I'm not used to. How do you guys—”

Zrrrrm! Zrrrrm! Zrrrrm!

Twilight jumped. She looked back at her flank to see that her cutie mark was glowing, flashing on and off again.

“Oooooh! A friendship problem!” Twilight clapped her hooves. “What good timing! I'll just leave you guys to uh... Do your part, and you can let me know how everything goes! Best of luck on everything! Give your boys hugs for me! Byeeeee!”

She teleported away with a FLASH!

Scootaloo and Rumble were suddenly alone in the cramped room, staring at each other with blank eyes.

“Just like that, eh?” said Rumble.

Scootaloo shrugged. “Guess so. You feel different at all?”

Rumble shifted his hips. “Definitely a little heavier back there. You?”

Scootaloo shook her head. “She did say it'd take a bit to kick in. Maybe we should wait?”

Rumble considered that. “I suppose—”

Suddenly, the door opened.

“Hello? Guys?” Starlight walked into the room, craning her head up at Scootaloo and Rumble. “Holy... I forget how big you are now... E-Erm, I just saw Twilight teleport into the meeting room with her cutie mark glowing. She didn't have to leave before she could cast the spell on you, didn't she?”

Rumble frowned. “Actually, she—”

“Yes!” Scootaloo cut in. “She was just about to cast it and everything, but then her cutie mark started buzzing and she had to go. It stinks! We were all ready to go here, too...”

Rumble quickly mirrored Scootaloo's somber tone. “Man, I really wish she didn't have to go like that! Oh well, I suppose that's what happens when you're a princess...”

Starlight chewed on her lip. She looked at the array on the floor, then over to the book on the table. “Well, if you want, Twilight's had that book for a week now, and I've taken a look at it in my spare time. If you're comfortable with it, I could probably cast the spell in her place.”

Scootaloo perked up. “Hey, yeah! You could do it, couldn't you? I mean, you did so well with my Proportion spell, why wouldn't we be comfortable with you?”

“You'd really do it for us?” Rumble said with wide eyes. “You don't mind?”

Starlight smiled. “Of course I don't mind! I know how much you've both been wanting this, and I've seen you enough with your boys to know you're great parents! I heard Twilight say that you've got all the paperwork done, so I don't see any harm in stepping in for her. How hard can it be?”

Starlight floated over the spell tome and flipped through it. But while she was looking, both Rumble and Scootaloo felt a familiar pressuresneak up on them, followed by an gathering, coiling ache. They started to fidget in place, sweat forming on their brows as they tried to play it cool.

“Let's see...” Starlight repeated a few phrases to herself. “So this array is for levels three and four of the spell? Wow, that's usually not the case in spells like this! Did Twilight say what level she was going to be casting?”

Scootaloo licked her lips. “Four.”

Starlight glanced up at her. “Wow, you talked her into a four? Are you sure? The fertility rate and compatibility of you two is already above average. A four stands a very high chance of a higher case of multiples, and if it's any more than quadruplets, the Proportion spell's going to activate in you! You'll wind up being even bigger than you already are! Permanently!”

Scootaloo felt herself wink, hard. The scent of her heat intensified, the horny haze re-blanketing her mind. “It’ll be fine, Starlight. Trust me.”

Starlight bit her lip. This towering, massive, motherly mare before her, looking down at her with a kind smile... She didn't quite understand why, but the thought of amplifying all of Scootaloo's maternal traits, to see her even more than she was now...

Starlight looked to Rumble. Mischief twinkled in his eyes, his lopsided grin almost making her laugh. His huge, raging boner was almost eye level with her, sticking well out past his chest and thicker around than one of his legs. She could see his balls, too, heavy and massively fat with seed, so large that he was almost bowlegged. He must've already had some enhancements to better please his enormous wife.

Starlight laughed. “Okay, okay! If that's what Twilight agreed to, I'm not gonna make you convince me. Four it is, then... Oh! Rumble, I heard Twilight say she was gonna add in a male enhancement spell for you, so I can do that, as well. Did she also tell both you about what to expect from this spell immediately afterwards?”

Scootaloo was finding it harder and harder to keep a straight face. Every instinct in her body was screaming at her, to take her willing, horny mate. And judging by how Rumble was now shaking, he likely felt much the same. “Y-Yeah, she did...”

“Alrighty then!” Starlight widened her stance. “I’ll need you guys to hold really still for me, okay? The effects of this spell are permanent, and even on a failed attempt, the effects are cumulative with every completed casting. If I did, say, a level three, then cast a level four, the effects of both would build off each other once I’d successfully cast the four! Then you'd both be really, REALLY fertile, heh...”

Scootaloo and Rumble didn't even have time to reply to that, for the buzz of magic had returned. Starlight's magic felt crackly rather than electric, but it did much the same, encapsulating them before focusing in on their groins. They both had a moment's reprieve as their hormones and urges were 'restarted'.

Rumble looked down this time to watch his penis grow. Little by little, his head and shaft swelled more and more, inflating with each new beat of his enhanced heart. He felt his balls sink lower, hanging below his knees and then some, his sack burgeoning as his nuts sloshed and churned with so much cum... Meanwhile, Scootaloo's eyes were unfocused, her thoughts completely turned inward to the tingly sensations within, so hot that they felt cold...

“Ha! That wasn't so bad.” Starlight closed the ancient spellbook and beamed. “All done, guys! How do you f—”

She was cut off by Scootaloo and Rumble tackling each other. There was a loud SMACK as their humongous bodies collided, kissing and fondling and groping. In a surprise move, Rumble spun around to let Scootaloo's weight carry her forward, landing with a THUD that shook the room. He rolled her onto her back and stepped over her, his mammoth dick dripping and twitching.

“E-Erm...” A fiery blush formed on Starlight's face. “I'll just, u-um... Yeah...” She teleported away with a FLASH!

Rumble had to move at an odd angle to line himself up, but before long he THRUST inside Scootaloo, making her SCREAM long and loud. He stuffed inside her cunny without any gentleness, a feral creature of lust and need. Scootaloo squeezed his colossal pole with all her titanic strength, sucking him deeper and deeper inside, his head already bumped against her cervix like she was still a scrawny shrimp. He nipped and licked her chest like a stallion possessed, hammering her with all his mighty strength, molding her velvety tunnel with each thrust. Her huge wings flared out with such strength that they snapped crystals off the walls, creating long divots as she brought them forward to envelop her stallion.

“RUMBLE!” Scootaloo's scratchy voice cracked. “Y-YES! MORE! MORE! MORE!”

Rumble fucked her hard and fast. He saw nothing but her, heard nothing but her, felt nothing but her. His entire world was Scootaloo. He buried his muzzle in her orange fur and kept pistoning, the only thing registering was when his engorged cock became fully hilted. But even then he didn't form a proper rhythm, merely obeying the snarling, slavering beast inside him, growing more and more insistent as the second fertility spell kicked in. He hooked his hooves around her shoulders and pushed EXTRA hard to for those last precious centimeters, and he relished the needy howl that ripped free of her, his gurgling balls slapping against her extra-large rear.

There was no warning for when Rumble came. One moment he was thrusting wild and savage like an animal, and the next he'd erupted inside her, filling her cavernous depths with thick, hyperfertile seed. Scootaloo's voice reached a new volume with his climax, and not a pony within a hoofball field's radius didn't hear. He filled her over and over and over, his beach ball-sized balls pumping her full to the brim, her belly soon swelling with his virile gift. She wrapped her legs around him and clamped down hard as she could, feeling his thick, wet heat pooling inside her, then ballooning inside her...

The orgasm itself lasted less than a moment, but Rumble didn’t stop. Within seconds he was thrusting again, just as hard, just as fast, his balls fuller than ever. Scootaloo's eyes rolled back into her head as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, but yet she still hungered for more, more of Rumble's seed... More of his beautiful foals...

“Whew…” Scootaloo panted for breath. “I think that’s the longest we’ve ever been at it…”

Rumble nodded. He laid sprawled atop her, one of her enormous wings over him like a blanket. They’d fucked each other silly for they didn’t even know how long, with no care to stop or censor themselves.

“You’re telling me... Holy fuck...” He could barely feel anything south of his stomach, yet an impulse still pushed him to move his hips, gliding in and out of Scootaloo’s flower. “Magic, huh?”

Scootaloo had to agree. It was a few more minutes before they disengaged and got to their hooves, but they managed, their urges now a dull roar.

Upon getting up, Scootaloo became aware of a faint buzzing. She blinked and swivelled her ears all around. “D’you hear that?”

“Hmm?” Rumble flicked his ears, as well. A strange low hum faded in, droning in the air around them. “What IS that?”

They both glanced up. A semi-transparent blue dome stretched above them, or in the case of Scootaloo, only a few inches over her head.

Rumble couldn’t help but snicker. “I guess I was loud.”

“You mean I was loud.” Scootaloo grinned and helped her husband off the floor with one solid pull. “Being bigger means I got louder, and I was already a screamer.”

The two oversized pegasi took a few minutes to catch a breather, preening each other’s wings back in order from their frenzied lovemaking. They left the loose feathers in a pile for Twilight to use as quills. It seemed only right for the hassle.

“They won’t make Spike clean this, will they?” Scootaloo’s gaze drifted down to the sticky puddle of sexual fluids pooled and smeared on the floor.

Rumble shook his head. “Nah. I’m sure one of them will just zap it away. Why wouldn’t they with their powers? I mean, come on! Look what they did to us!”

Scootaloo felt her pussy spasm. She wouldn’t mind having them do this a few more times, to be honest. “Speaking of what they did to us, do you feel any different? I mean, I suppose it’s way too early, but part of me expected something to happen as soon as we’d…”

Rumble patted her shoulder. “I wouldn’t think too much on it. The Proportion spell didn’t work immediately, remember?”

“The Proportion spell was only cast once, and only AFTER I was pregnant.” Scootaloo’s wings flared out, smooshing against the dome so much that her tips flattened against the floor. “A greater chance of pregnancy isn’t a guarantee, babe. What if we need to keep having sex for this to take?”

Rumble was too distracted to reply by the absurdity of her wings. He started laughing, and Scootaloo noticed and soon followed, two huge ponies in a tiny fuck dome.

“Well, I think I can safely say walking is going to be impossible.” Rumble shifted on his hooves, his engorged junk swaying like a sack of grapefruits between his legs. “Sorry hun, but I don’t think this can be permanent.”

“Awww…” Scootaloo sat on her haunches and pouted. “You know, it wouldn’t be such a problem if we convinced Twilight or Starlight to let you join me up here in the clouds. Part of me misses you being the big boy on campus. The way that you took me just now, claimed me as your mare… that was hot as fuck.”

Rumble stepped forward, nuzzling Scootaloo’s warm chest. “Nah. We both know you like being the bigger pony—”

BANG! Scootaloo’s entire body spasmed, shooting rapidly up in height.

“OW!” Scootaloo’s head bashed against the forcefield. She stooped down in a slouch, but even that had her pressing against the ceiling. “The HAY?!”

Rumble did a double take. “Did... you just get bigger?!”

“What?!” Scootaloo tried to readjust herself, but even with her legs spread, the top of her head ressed against the magical dome. Just five seconds ago she’d had a few inches clearance! “How?!”

“I… don’t know. But you’re bigger. Again!” True enough, where before Rumble had been eye level with the top of Scootaloo’s chest, he was now staring directly at the bottom.

And she wasn’t even standing straight!

The shield spell fizzled before either could respond, and there was a knock on the door. Starlight walked in with a dull expression on her face, her horn flashing immediately upon her entry. The rank smell of sex vanished in an instant.

“I was wondering when you’d stop screwing long enough to notice that I’d put up a sound shield.” Starlight looked between them. “You’ve been in here over an hour already. Get it out of your systems yet?”

Scootaloo stood up to her full height. Starlight’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks as she registered the change, gasping as she realized she only came up to Scootaloo’s knees!

“Uhhh…”

Rumble gestured to Scootaloo. “Know what might’ve caused this?”

It was almost comical. Side by side, Rumble and Scootaloo looked more like mother and son than husband and wife. Rumble’s head was now level with the space below Scootaloo’s chest, meaning he could almost walk underneath her without ducking! Him! Rumble! The supersized stallion that towered over everyone else in Ponyville!

“So, uh...” said Starlight. “When I established the Permanency spell, I made it so the Proportion spell would ‘flicker’ in the event of a new pregnancy. You know, basically a test to make sure it was working in case it was needed. I, erm… suppose I should’ve told you earlier, but having it activate like this means conception has occurred! You’re officially pregnant again! Yay!”

Scootaloo’s eyes went huge, adopting a open-mouthed smile.

“Ha-HA!” Rumble pumped his hoof. He fluttered up to give Scootaloo a kiss, holding his head in her hooves. Scootaloo moaned and melted into his touch, pulling him into a soft embrace as they—

“A-HEM!” Starlight stamped her hoof. “You both must be tired after all that… erm, activity. I’d be happy to teleport you guys home if you’d like! Maybe you could continue your celebrations there?”

Scootaloo and Rumble parted, laughing. “Nah, I think we’re good,” said Scootaloo. “After being cramped in this tiny room, I could stand to stretch my wings. You with me, babe?”

Rumble snickered. “This room IS a little small. Some flying sounds good.”

Starlight bother didn’t comment on how this was one of the largest suites in the castle. With a flash of her horn she cleaned up the mess on the floor, then showed the two lovebirds out with a wave and a smile.

“Good luck, guys!” She closed the castle doors with a SLAM!

“So then, Shorty.” Scootaloo took lead, trotting a ways down the path. “You really wanna fly back? Or would rather walk so you can appreciate the view? Might be hard with those bowling balls between your legs, though… you might have to flutter behind me like a breezie.”

Rumble grinned. Scootaloo’s thick ass and winking pussy were a little above eye level for him, but still quite the sight to behold. She was taking care to keep her tail raised, fanning her moist scent right in his face.

“I’m gonna mount you if you keep doing that…” he warned.

Scootaloo ran her tail under his nose, putting a generous sway in her step. “Then do it, lover boy. With all this magic in us, I’ll bet you could knock me up a few more times over! Hurry up and get that huge cock back inside me, eh? If I have another growth spurt, we’ll know I’ve gotten pregnant again.”

He was atop her before she’d even finished talking.

In The Clouds

3 Months Later-

“Surprised to see us again so soon, doc?” Rumble asked.

“Nothing really surprises me anymore,” the doctor replied. He took care to slide his tray of medical tools away from the edge of the counter as Rumble turned around, as they’d already almost gotten knocked over twice. The examination room wasn’t especially small, but it wasn’t spacious either, and Rumble’s size meant his tail was a menace to the countertops.

“Heh…” Rumble parked himself in a chair in the corner, hearing it creak loudly under his weight. “You might not be saying that after you see Scoot.”

The doctor looked towards the door. “Where is she, anyway? Is she on her way? I haven’t seen her since her pre-labor examination with the quadruplets...”

“She’s in the filly’s room,” Rumble said. “Been using it more again, what with the pregnancy and all. You know how it is.”

“That I do,” the doctor said. “How are your boys? Faring alright?”

Rumble grinned. “Rowdy! And big for their age! I can already tell they’re gonna take after their dad! Definitely not gonna have any trouble with bullies, heh-heh...”

Before the doctor could inquire further, there was the sound of heavy hooffalls on carpet. They grew louder and louder, the vibrations shaking through the floor.

Rumble perked up. “Ah! There’s Scoots now. I knew she wouldn’t be long.”

The door to the office creaked open, but beyond was just a wall of lustrous orange. The doctor cocked his head, not really understanding what he was seeing… until the orange mass began extending into the room.

“Come on… ergh…” Scootaloo moved her front legs in first, followed by her head and waterfall of a purple mane. She began shimmying and wiggling her way into the room best as she could. “Stupid tiny-ass doors… stupid tiny-ass everything! Sorry for the wait, guys! Ugh, honey, can you help me?”

Rumble, who’d been trying not to laugh from the doctor going pale, got up to help Scootaloo. He took one of her legs and pulled, helping her squeeze through bit by bit.

“Think is the last time you’re gonna fit inside a building, sweetie.”

Scootaloo grunted. “Gathered that after I ‘rearranged’ the bathroom stall…”

“Scootaloo!?” The doctor gaped at the sheer size of the mare trying to get her gigantic body into his room. Scootaloo’s broad, powerful shoulders were scraping and bending the doorframe, the walls cracking as she muscled her way inside. With Rumble’s help she got her front half through, her wings following suit. Her wide hips, however, as big across as a curled up mare, got wedged stuck. Scootaloo grumbled as she pulled and twisted, and finally, with a little bit more property damage she pulled through, followed by the cannons of her legs.

“Sweet Celestia…” The doctor glanced at Rumble, who was almost completely obscured by Scootaloo’s gigantic wing. “I take back what I said about being surprised!”

Rumble winked at him.

“I think you need a bigger room, Doc!” Scootaloo giggled as she stretched her entire body out. She was able to touch all four corners of the space with ease, while her back and rump were pressed against the ceiling. Her wings were draped down both walls and counter, knocking over stuff everywhere. Her silky tail remained out in the hallway—a giant purple stage curtain barely contained by a row of braids. Not to mention her mane hair that draped off her neck like a soft blanket, so long that it touched the floor!

“Can we get started?” Scootaloo asked.

The doctor needed a moment to process what he was seeing. He wasn’t even sure where Scootaloo head was at first—it felt like she had surrounded him! He finally realized her muzzle was pressed against the far wall, her gargantuan eyes looking down at him.

“E-Erm, yes! Of course!” He clamped down on his shaken nerves, trying to keep his voice level. “What are you here for?”

“Check-up!” Scootaloo gave her belly a soft rub, a smile forming on her face. “We were hoping to find out how many foals I’ve got in here. Think you can give us a tally?”

The doctor stared. Scootaloo’s body was dimming out the lights, so he hadn’t really noticed at first. He cast a quick spell to enhance his sight, and that’s when he saw that her middle was round and firm, already the size of a beach ball! A size that big on a regular mare would mark her full-term with twins, but on Scootaloo, it was perfectly proportional to her incredible size.

“Y-Yes…” The doctor moved closer, standing directly underneath Scootaloo. He didn't need to duck his head down at all, and in fact, upon further inspection, he wheeled over a chair just so he could get within hoof’s reach of her barrel! A sense of puniness struck him as he inspected the round mass of her womb. For his own sanity, he reached up and touched her, running his hoof along her warm fur.

Scootaloo chuckled. “Yes, I’m real, in case you were wondering.”

“How…” The doctor struggled to find his voice. “How tall are you?”

“Eleven foot seven.” Rumble joined the doctor beneath Scootaloo, running a fetlock down one of her front legs. “For the moment, anyways. We measured earlier this morning, so that’s pretty accurate... Small enough to just fit inside a building, but also big enough to break one. You enjoyed that, didn’t you hun?”

The doctor gasped. “You broke a building?!”

“A garden shed,” Scootaloo said quickly. “One of my friends wanted to see if I could destroy it, and I was curious, too. Rumble, please stop making the nice doctor panic. He’s done a lot for us.”

“My bad…”

The doctor gulped. It was pretty obvious what’d caused this extreme growth, but to see it to such an extent? Never in all his years! The room was quickly heating up, sweat beading on his forehead. The heady scents of excited mare and musky stallion were strong, and he’d never smelled something so alluring from a single pair of ponies! He did his best to maintain his composure as he recalled the Heartbeat spell, but it was hard not to be aroused in the presence of such healthy, powerful, fertile ponies...

Scootaloo cooed as the spell danced along her swollen midsection, the magic swirling within. She looked over her shoulder as four pinpricks of light shone down onto the two stallions.

“Four?” Rumble raised an eyebrow. “That’s it? Really?”

“Shush, please.” The doctor wiped his brow. “I need to concentrate.”

A long, drawn-out moment later, a fifth dot appeared amidst the orange. Scootaloo’s and Rumble’s eyes grew wider with each new life revealed, their hopes soaring higher and higher.

A sixth dot pinged within Scootaloo’s belly.

The seventh started faint, but shone just as bright within seconds.

The eighth was right behind Scootaloo’s navel, glimmering soft and pure.

The ninth was deep, deep within, but noticeable all the same.

The tenth one was the one farthest south, almost behind Scootaloo teats.

Lastly, the eleventh shone brightest of all, higher and more farther up then all the rest.

The doctor let out a heavy breath. “There.” He slid off the chair and fell back on his haunches, his forelegs trying in vain to hide his boner. “I believe... that’s all of them...”

“ELEVEN!? Really?! We’re having eleven foals!?” Rumble stared at Scootaloo’s alight middle, dangling above him like a disco ball.

“No, you’re not. The brightest one of those is Scootaloo’s heart.” The doctor wiped off his fogged glasses, biting his lip hard to distract himself from his throbbing cock. “From the looks of things, you’re only going to have ten foals... Luna almighty… ‘only’ ten foals...”

“WOOHOOO!” Scootaloo’s giant wings flexed, smacking and popping up ceiling tiles. Rumble zipped to her face and caught her in a long, heavy kiss, their heated moans doing nothing to help the doctor’s predicament.

They pulled away with a loud smek, Rumble’s purple eyes meeting Scootaloo’s bigger violets. “Let’s go celebrate!” he said.

Scootaloo growled low. She began turning herself around in the room, the walls and ceiling groaning and cracking. Gauze went flying, trays clattered to the floor, and jars of cotton balls spilled to the ground in the orange/purple tornado that was an eleven foot mare in a nine foot room. The doctor dove for cover as Scootaloo shimmied and shook her way back into the hospital hallway, the sounds of framed paintings hitting the floor with every heavy step. Rumble followed right after, and the doctor was left alone in the ruin that used to be his examination room.

He eventually got up in a daze. Shaking, he closed the door and pressed a hoof to the intercom, speaking calmly despite his clenched teeth.

“Nurse Redheart? Yes, cancel my four ‘o’ clock… No, everything’s fine, I just really, really need to go home right now.” He stopped to inhale deep, the room still saturated in hyperfertile musk. “I just remembered it’s my wedding anniversary, and I need to get my wife something…”

“Well Scoot, we’ve got another hour to kill before we need to go pick up the kids.” Rumble and Scootaloo glided together high above Ponyville, riding a thermal in lazy circles. “Got anywhere special that you wanna go? Anything you wanna do?”

Scootaloo smirked. She flipped over and gestured for him to follow, coasting down to a stretch of nimbus clouds above Whitetail Wood. She came to a soft, skidding landing, her broad wings sinking into the pillowy white before springing back up like a sponge.

She gave Rumble her best come hither look upon him landing. “The only thing I want you to do is me, big boy. Right here, right now!”

Rumble’s eyes shrunk to pinpricks. He trotted up to Scootaloo’s face, and she took his face in her hooves for another kiss. She manipulated him as easily a filly would a doll, but Rumble pushed more and more into her, his tongue sneaking past her lips to mingle with hers...

Abruptly, Scootaloo pushed him away. She nodded instead towards her nethers, guiding him there with gentle hooves. Excitement filled Rumble’s chest as his reached full mast, slapping against his barrel to mat his fur with sticky pre.

“Nuh-uh.” Scootaloo’s nostrils flared from the scent of his musk, but she resisted. She plopped Rumble between her legs, thrusting her crotch up in his face. “Tongue first.”

Rumble suddenly looked like a kid in a candy store. “Yes, ma’am…”

Scootaloo moaned at his first touch, sighing as he nosed and teased her baseball-sized clit. She sank further into the cloud as moans escaped her, rising and falling in pitch from Rumble playing her like a fiddle. She stroked her growing womb with care, shivering at the realization she had ten little lives inside her. Another whole year of this awaited her—another year of rutting, another year of growing, another year of being the most awesome pregnant mare in Equestria! It’d be an amazing year of raising her four boys with her husband, and if things all went to plan, it’d merely be the beginning of all those things.

Scootaloo bucked her hips and cried out, the first of several orgasms already approaching.

She finally had her big family.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading this story and the prequel fic (maybe). As you can tell, I'm completely enamored in this scenario and I plan on continuing this series in the future.

Special kudos to Klamnie (who I collaborated with on this story). Really, check out this guy and his works thru the link on the story blurb description!

~~How big can Scootaloo and her family get?~~

A Family Starts, A Family Grows

Weather in Cloudsdale was always pinpoint perfect thanks to the local weather factory. The expertly trained Pegasi made sure each cloud was in its perfect place, confirming that every drop of moisture is both planned and accounted for. This was especially important on evenings like tonight, for the Wonderbolts were performing a bombastic retirement party for one of their veteran fliers, Spitfire.

Scootaloo maneuvered her way up to the friends and family box of Cloudsdale Stadium with the grace of a hot air balloon. At six months pregnant, her enormous orange belly was now comparable to a medium-sized boulder, and the rest of her had only continued to grow alongside it. Her last measurement had put her a little over 14 feet tall with a 30 foot wingspan, and her growth didn’t look to be stopping any time soon. Being four times taller than an average mare came with some complications, of course, but at the same time, Scootaloo couldn’t help but love it.

She had a feeling she’d break 20 feet with this brood...

Scootaloo inched through the spectator box as carefully as she could, muttering half-hearted apologies to the comparatively-tiny ponies as she made it to the extension just for her. Once seated, Scootaloo leaned back in her seat with a serene sigh, one hoof resting atop the crest of her huge belly while the stadium’s jumbo-sized barometers and weathervanes displayed real-time readings of the breeze.

“S’cuse me, coming through!”

Scootaloo glanced over to see Rumble wading through the packed stand, his steady steps not even phased despite being loaded down with enough snacks and drinks to feed a hoofball team.

“Have I mentioned that I love you?” Scootaloo asked as he settled in next to her. “Because I do.”

Rumble snorted, handing her the first of four double XL lemonades. “The stand had to make new food since they didn’t have enough for our order. They’re sending someone up with the rest.”

Scootaloo licked her lips. She popped off the cup’s lid and slugged the lemonade in one go, then snatched the second and drank that one, too. The third and fourth were chugged just as fast, her sights then turning to the double XL apple juices. These ones she’d take her time on, though. “Does that mean we have a gofer? Because I wouldn’t mind seconds.”

Rumble paused sipping his ginger ale. “You’re starting another growth spurt, aren’t you.”

In reply, Scootaloo grabbed the mega bag of hayfries and devoured the whole thing in two chomps. Next she went for the two supersized buckets of popcorn, tilting them into her maw one after the other in a cascade of butter and salt. Then she ate the platters of gooey nachos, the three daisy and oat smoothies, the seven cinnamon pretzels, the fourteen assorted candy bars, the half dozen tofu hot dogs with extra relish...

Rumble smiled. He leaned into her while munching on cheese curds, her tree-sized wing enveloping him with a light squeeze. He was a giant among stallions, yet next to her... He snuggled into her thick, fluffy coat, so soft and fresh-smelling, the curve of her gargantuan womb rising and falling with her powerful breaths.

BANG! BOOM!

A shower of fireworks lit the air. Ponies cheered as the Wonderbolts anthem blared from the speakers, the blue-clad team spiralling in tight formation from below. They fanned out in a star pattern with smoke trailing their tails, and Scootaloo and Rumble applauded along with the rest, sitting back to enjoy what they knew would be one hell of a show.

“That had to have been the best performance I’ve seen in years!” Rumble all but shouted. “Holy moley!”

Scootaloo had to agree. Amazing maneuvers, perfectly choreographed aerial feats, and a slew of pyrotechnic stunts to honor Spitfire’s last show. The fiery finisher had to have scorched some eyebrows in the front row seats, but Scootaloo doubted anyone cared. Most had now dissipated as the stadium lights cut out, but Scootaloo and Rumble had hung back, waiting for the mare of the hour and her replacement captain to fly up to the family box.

“Congratulations, dear!” an older yellow mare said as Spitfire landed. “That was a fantastic show!”

Spitfire hugged her. “I’m really glad you could be here, Mom.”

Stormy Flare kissed her cheek. “You were SO fast! Are you sure you even need to retire?”

“...Yeeaah.” Spitfire flipped her sweaty, fiery mane out of her eyes. “Mind’s willing, but the body’s another story. Doesn’t mean I’ll never do a show again, but not every single week.”

As she said this, her replacement captain had landed and was now making a beeline for Rumble and Scootaloo. “Sorry about the wait, guys!” said Rainbow Dash. “Man, I don’t think I’ve ever been stopped that many times after a show! Three autographs, two pictures, a Q&A with the Cloudsdale Crier… sheesh!”

“Anything else planned for the last few yards?” Rumble asked.

Rainbow perched on the ledge with folded wings. “I suppose I could squeeze in a book signing if either of you have one. You carry my book everywhere with you, right?”

Scootaloo snorted. “Still can’t believe you of all ponies wrote a book.”

“Eh, more like dictated.” If Rainbow was tired at all from the performance, it didn’t show in her face. “I did start writing it, but I didn’t get far before I was begging Spike to help me.”

Rumble and Scootaloo laughed.

“Hey, you two try writing more than three pages with a pencil in your mouth!” Rainbow Dash said, laughing as well. “I have to fill out enough paperwork now that I’m captain! I don’t need any more.”

“How’s it feel, by the way?” Scootaloo asked. “Oh newly-promoted Captain Rainbow Dash of the Wonderbolts. Feels good, right?”

Rainbow Dash puffed out her chest. “‘Good’ doesn’t do it justice. It’s not just good, it’s awesome!”

“Well, you’ve certainly earned it.” Rumble got up from his seat with a slight pop of his joints. “Are you doing anything tonight to celebrate? Or you holding off until tomorrow?”

“Both!” Dash said. “I’m having a small thing at my place up here tonight, then a HUGE thing at my Ponyville house tomorrow. We’re gonna celebrate in style!”

Scootaloo tapped her chin. “I keep forgetting that you have two houses. What’s your place like here compared to your Ponyville home?”

“Bigger!” Dash said with a grin. “And snazzier! You guys should come chill with me and Soarin. We’re heading there in like ten minutes, and I’ve got SO much cool junk inside! Plus…”

She looked around to make sure nopony was listening, then dropped her voice so only they could hear. “I’ve got an unlimited grocery budget.”

Scootaloo sat up straighter. “I’m in!”

Dash snickered. Her eyes lingered on Scootaloo’s mammoth belly a moment before craning her neck up… up… up to meet her violet eyes. “Still growing like a weed, I see. How’re you feeling? Babies alright?”

“Yep! Just fine.” Scootaloo gave her tremendous womb a rub. “Kids are nice and big, and I feel great! We grow a little more every day.”

Rainbow Dash placed her own smaller hoof on the behemoth orb of orange. “How big are you now, anyway? You’ve gotta been measuring yourself on the regular. Don’t act like you haven’t!”

Scootaloo burst out laughing. “A little over 14 feet. It’s been a little while since I last checked, though.”

Rumble couldn’t help but smirk. Rainbow Dash was juuust about 3’6” tall at the tip of her ears, which made Scootaloo almost four times her size. If Scootaloo were to stand up right now, Rainbow Dash wouldn’t even come halfway up to her leg. Scootaloo’s cutie mark alone was bigger than Dash's face.

“Not a squirt anymore, are you?” Dash said, shaking her head before she got caught staring. “A-Anyway, consider yourself lucky I’m a fan of high ceilings. You should be fine now, but I—oh, horseapples, I just thought of something. My place is kind of a mess right now, and I didn’t get the chance to clean it up!”

Rumble and Scootaloo exchanged a quick look before both shrugging at the same time. “We could help you clean,” Rumble said.

Dash put a hoof behind her head. “You don’t have to—”

“Correction,” said Scootaloo. “Rumble will help you clean. High ceilings or not, my big butt’s just gonna be in the way. I’ll go for a walk while you guys tidy up.”

“Oh, come on, I wasn’t like, not inviting you.” Dash flapped up to Scootaloo’s face. “You’re good to come if you wanna help out!”

Rumble snickered. “I’d let her sit out if I were you. If we’re gonna be cleaning, that means we’ll be moving around. And moving around indoors isn’t something Scoots does very easily.”

Scootaloo patted her belly. “I do take up a lot of space.”

Dash looked between them, chewing on her lip and wringing her hooves. “Yeah, but…”

“Go,” Scootaloo said gently. “I wanted to take a walk anyways! I don’t get up to Cloudsdale all that often.”

Dash was still quiet for a few more seconds, but at last she relented. “Fine, fine. Come over in like, twenty minutes, okay? It won’t take long to straighten things up with two of us. You’re a good cleaner, aren’t you, Rumble?”

Rumble barked out a short laugh. “I’m the father of four toddlers. What do you think?”

Dash snorted. “Point. In that case, let’s jet! Last one there is a butt monkey!”

And she rocketed off towards the setting sun.

“Oh, for the love of…” Rumble ran a hoof down his face. “Of course she forgets to tell us where she lives.”

Scootaloo thought for a moment before noticing Spitfire and her mother were still talking. “Excuse me, Miss Spitfire? Could we trouble you for some directions?”

The sun was just setting as Scootaloo carefully strolled on the boardwalk near the Cloudsdale outskirts. Being so large now, even walking was a cause for concern, as accidentally stepping on somepony was always on Scootaloo's mind. There was also the concern of knocking things over with her ever-growing belly, but one of the nice things about Cloudsdale was things were more spread out here. And considering most of the populace was airborne, there weren’t many ponies walking around. Even still, though, having her eyes peeled was a good habit to have.

Scootaloo let the few passersby flow around her rather than the other way around. A few here and there stopped to gape at her, whether it was her overall dizzying size, or her prodigious pregnant paunch. One young colt with his nose in a book very nearly flew headlong into her fuzzy chest, and when he beheld her, the first thing he asked was if she was a princess.

It was a good ten minutes afterward that Scootaloo was still thinking about how long she could get away wearing a fake horn. Perhaps for Nightmare Night...

The throngs of ponies diminished near the end of the boardwalk, the clouds ending past a protective wall that Scootaloo could easily see over. She admired the view before making to head back, but as she did, she noticed somepony out the corner of her eye. A familiar red-maned mare with a contrasting blue coat, one Scootaloo could spot out of a crowd in a heartbeat.

Scootaloo frowned. “Rainbow’s mom? What’s she doing out here?”

It took Scootaloo a moment to even remember the last time she’d seen Windy Whistles. She realized it’d been during her first pregnancy, the early months to be exact, when she was only a little taller than a normal mare. She remembered Windy had been ablaze with love upon seeing Scootaloo sporting a baby bump, but now not only did she look hollow, she looked small and strained. She was nursing a cherry-red tropical drink with a small umbrella at an outdoor cafe table, staring off at nothing with bleary eyes.

Scootaloo approached as slowly and gracefully as an amazonian-sized mare could. Windy paid no heed to her approach, not even when Scootaloo got to the table, nor when Scootaloo moved into her line of sight. It wasn’t until Scootaloo sat down right next to her that she finally snapped to, jumping as something warm and taut brushed against her shoulder.

“Could you not bump into me, please? I really can’t right now and… a-and” Windy’s voice died upon realizing she was in someone else’s shadow. A syrupy warmth around her was chasing away the high-up chill, and it at last clicked what the soft thing brushing against her was.

With no small hesitance she looked up...

“S-SCOOTALOO?!” Windy’s eyes filled her head. “Wh-What in the… Is that really you?”

“Hi, Windy!” Scootaloo put a hoof around her for a hug. “Did I not tell you about the new me? I thought I mentioned it in one of my lett—wait. that was in my cousin’s letter I mentioned it, wasn’t it? Oh, horseapples. I’ve gotten so used to being big I forget who I’ve told about it!”

Windy rubbed her eyes. “Y-You’re…! You’re so BIG! I remember you’d had some kind of spell cast to help with your pregnancy, b-but… wow! Was this what was supposed to happen?”

Scootaloo chuckled. “It’s a long story, but yeah. I’ll have to come over and tell you and Bo about it sometime.”

“I’ll say!” Windy needed another moment to grasp that Scootaloo… little itty-bitty Scootaloo, was now dominating her entire field of vision. “You were so small when I last saw you! I’m definitely going to have to hear that story!”

Scootaloo grunted as she shifted to laying down on her side. She manuevered to be across from Windy, giving the older mare a prime view of her lustrous orange belly. She may have been only six months along, but her womb was already four times the size of a beach ball, with a grapefruit-sized navel that jutted out a few inches. “I would’ve told it to you earlier at the Wonderbolts Show, but I didn’t see you. Didn’t Rainbow give you and Bo passes to the Friends and Family box?”

Windy suddenly became very interested in her drink. “She did, but… e-erm, ah… well, even if we had come, would we have even fit?”

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. She briefly explained how the box had been extended to fit her, as well as giving highlights of how the show had gone.

“I was really surprised you and Bo weren’t there,” she finished. “I thought you guys came to every show of hers you could!”

Windy sighed into the wide rim of her drink. “We’re… trying not to be so overbearing. We know how important it is for her first run as captain to go smooth, so we didn’t want to be a distraction. And besides, the show was for the pony she’s replacing, right? It was their time to shine.”

Scootaloo mentally noted that wondering why your parents weren’t there was probably a greater distraction, but she kept that to herself. Instead she got the attention of a passing waitress, who flew over after she stopped gawking.

“H-Hello,” she said. “Can I get you something?”

Scootaloo noted that the mare’s badge read ‘Night Chimes’.“I’ll take a barrel of chilled rainwater please.”

“...Ssssure?” Night Chimes jotted that down. “And another mimosa for you, ma’am?”

Windy’s drink was still half full, so she shook her head.

“Be back in a minute, then!” Night Chimes flitted away to the kitchen.

Scootaloo waited until she was gone to speak again. “So are you really gonna tell me why didn’t you and Bo come to the show?”

Windy didn’t reply. She stared off into nothing again, her glassy eyes like a porcelain doll’s.

Scootaloo sighed. She unfurled her enormous wing like a curtain, extending it around the table in a makeshift privacy screen. Windy gasped as the cafe lights bled through Scootaloo’s feathers to turn everything a warm orange.

“Windy,” Scootaloo said again.

Windy gulped. She extended one of her own wings to feel one of the Scootaloo’s giant feathers surrounding her, so big and shiny and soft.

“What’s going on with you?” Scootaloo asked.

Slowly, Windy met Scootaloo's purple gaze. “I had Rainbow when I was really young, you know. Younger than when you are now, or even when you had your boys. But young as I was, one day it’ll be Rainbow’s retirement show I’ll be invited to, a-and... the thought of my daughter, retiring…”

Windy shuddered. She took a deep pull of her drink, the sickly sweet taste like ash in her mouth. “Raising Rainbow went by so fast... I swear, just yesterday we were watching her sleep in her crib! Enjoy every minute of being a mother, dear, because one day you’re going to blink, and not only will your four boys be grown up, they’ll have careers and be thinking about starting families of their own. Starting a family is such a magical thing, a-and… and I feel like I missed out on it a little. I-I’ve thought about having another foal to experience it, but I always put it off a-and… pretty soon, in a few years here...”

Scootaloo chewed the inside of her cheek. “It’s not uncommon for ponies to have foals later than life these days, you know.”

Windy hung her head. “We were so happy with Dashie... B-But, I’ve no idea if Bo will want another a-and... I’m not sure I could handle him saying no… I’ve been so scared to ask and—a-and if I’m completely honest, being a mother is so much...”

Scootaloo tilted her head. “But you’re a mother already. You never stopped being a mother just because your daughter grew up. You know what it’s like to raise a foal, and not only that, you can have something you’ve always wanted! Not to mention you’ll be giving Rainbow something that nopony else can—an actual little sister. Or brother, I suppose.”

Something about that notion struck a chord with Windy. “But… aren’t you her little sister?”

Scootaloo chuckled, her wingfeathers bouncing. “I’d say I’ve outgrown the ‘little’ part, but otherwise... Rainbow and I will always be close no matter what, so I don’t mind passing the title on to somepony else. Especially if doing it means helping you and Bo.”

She paused to rub her enormous belly. “Besides, I’ve got kids of my own now. You’re right that it’s a full-time job caring for foals, but it’s a full-time job that’s worth it. I was an only child just like Rainbow, and I was always sad I wasn’t born into a big family. My four boys are just as excited as I am to meet their new brothers and sisters, and if you decide to have more foals, I know your family will be excited, too.”

Windy leaned back in her seat. She tilted her head back, shutting her eyes as the world rotated around her. Maybe she should’ve gotten an appetizer with the drink after all.

“Talk to Bo,” Scootaloo said. “You know he’s not gonna leave you out to dry if he sees you’re really torn up about it! He’ll be there for you just like Rumble is for me, and if we can handle our little ones, you and Bo can handle do one more!”

Windy opened her eyes, a smile slowly forming on her face. “Me… with another foal…”

Scootaloo waggled her eyebrows. “You know you want to.”

Windy giggled. “Of course I do! Ugh, I’ve been working myself up over nothing, haven’t I? I want it more than anything, and I can’t stop thinking about it! Why haven’t I said something?!”

Scootaloo smiled. She folded her enormous wing, startling a few foals who’d gotten curious about the strange feathery orange screen. “No time like the present, right?”

“RIGHT!” Windy said. She downed the rest of her drink in one go and slammed some bits on the table. “Here we are two weeks into heat season, and I’ve been going NUTS! It’s been so bad Bo and I have had to sleep in separate rooms!”

Scootaloo rose to her hooves and stretched, her full, imposing height towering over Windy. “Then let’s get this party started! I’ll walk you back—eh? What’s wrong?”

Windy’s jaw had fallen upon seeing Scootaloo, all of Scootaloo, looming over her like a titan. “B-Big...”

Scootaloo snickered. She did a slow turnaround so Windy could soak it all in. “Pretty impressive, huh? I’ll have to come visit again once the kids are born! I might be at two stories then.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, but for whatever reason, that last part didn’t really register with Windy. “A-Ah, yes… Sorry, I’m just not used to seeing the new and improved you! You look beautiful, dear.”

Scootaloo sniggered. “C’mon. Let’s get you home.”

With the energy befitting a much younger mare, Windy bolted out of her seat and fluttered over to walk beside her. They travelled down the boardwalk chatting together about various topics, mostly stories about Scootaloo's two pregnancies and startling subsequent growth, paid little heed to the bystanders murmuring or snapping pictures as they passed. Scootaloo did notice the ponies who were checking her out, though and she made sure to put a little extra sway in her step for them, her tail angled just so they could catch a view of her milky breasts.

Meanwhile, an exhausted Night Chimes had just managed to cart over a wooden barrel filled to the brim with ice water... only to discover the giantess who’d ordered it was nowhere to be found.

“Oh, come on!”

The face of cloud buildings in Cloudsdale often changed thanks to magic and easily craftable foundations. The structures had all looked like ground houses last time Scootaloo was in Cloudsdale, but now it seemed the fads had changed, and this was reflected in Windy’s home. Gone were the angular windows and stern divided between floors; instead there were more rounded features with long, open arches. The new balcony hung out from the top floor a few more feet than was typical, and there were even wispier styled clouds decorating the siding. Last time it was puffier nimbus, Scootaloo recalled.

Windy trotted up to the arching front door, but stopped just short of doorknob. “Uh... Scootaloo, dear? I think we have a sliiiiiight problem.”

Scootaloo sized up the woefully small entrance. “Yeah, I’m not even gonna try to get through there.”

Windy fidgeted. “Good, because Bo spent hours re-shaping the doorframe. He’d be heartbroken if it were damaged.”

There were indeed some rather impressive engravings etched in the doorframe. They reminded Scootaloo of eddies in a whirlpool. “How about the balcony window? That looks big enough.”

Windy relaxed. “I think that would be best.”

Scootaloo fluttered up to the balcony and landed as gracefully as a giant pregnant pegasus could. She noted upon flying that her massive wingspan was nearly the length of the entire house, so she’d have to compare it again the next time she came. She waited until Windy opened the window before squeezing her way inside, not surprised to find she was going to have to keep her head down. Even crouched down with her legs bent, her withers were mere inches from the ceiling!

Cool purples and soft blues were the dominant colors of the sitting room. A few pictures of family and friends were framed on the walls, a cabinet filled with awards and trophies was in the far corner, and a standing piano gathered cobwebs against the wall. Scootaloo didn’t have much wiggle room, but thankfully her innate magic made her as a feather, so at least she wouldn’t put holes in the floor.

“There’s Bo,” Windy whispered. “He naps a bit more than he used to.”

Bo Hothoof was out cold in a recliner, his soft snores barely audible in the silence. Like Windy, he also looked more or less the same as Scootaloo remembered, although maybe there was a bit more gray in his stubble. The colors in his rainbow mane might’ve also might’ve been more subdued, although that might’ve been her imagination.

Scootaloo laid down on the floor. She wasn’t tired or anything, but crouching down for much longer was going to give her a cramp. She stretched out as best she could in the small space, her front and back legs curled against the opposite walls.

Windy went over and prodded Bo’s leg. “Honey.”

Bo’s ear twitched. “Mhuh…”

Windy poked him harder. “We have a guest, Bo.”

“Wha…?” Bo rubbed his eyes. “Mmmhhh, a guest, you said? Alright, alright… tell them I’ll be down in a minute...”

Windy stroked his mane. “Dear, , she’s right in front of you.”

Bo blinked. TheBo blinked. He up, his eyes focusing on the wall of orange in front of him.

Scootaloo waved. “Heya.” with a dull ka-chunk of his recliner, his eyes focusing on the giant wall of orange in front of him.

waved. “Hi.”

Bo suddenly wasn’t so sure if he was awake or not. “...Little Flapper?”

“Yep!” Scootaloo said. “Not so little anymore, though. I started finally eating my veggies.”

Bo rolled out of his chair with a grunt. He approached with no small amount of awe, a myriad of emotions flitting across his face. “Well, look at you! The last time I saw you, you barely came up to my chest! My, how times have changed.”

Scootaloo flipped back her long purple mane. “That’s not the only thing that’s changed. You might’ve notice I’ve put on a little bit of weight, eh? I’ve got another flock of foals on the way! Ten, to be exact.”

Bo’s eyes slid to her bulging womb. “TEN?!”

Scootaloo beckoned him closer. “Come and feel!”

Wordlessly, Bo obeyed, a distant part of him noting her swollen middle alone was a great deal larger than he was. He placed a hoof on her warm, taut skin… only to gasp as he felt a faint thump.

Scootaloo giggled. “They say hi.”

Bo swallowed hard. “Wh-What… erm, what brings you to Cloudsdale, Scootaloo? A doctor’s appointment or something? Or just enjoying the sights?”

Scootaloo shook her head. In short order, she began recounting her conversation with Windy, Windy adding things here and there. But before long it was just Windy talking, the whole story pouring out of her in a rush, how she felt about family and their current life situation and how she wanted grow their family. Bo remained quiet as he listened, sitting alongside Windy on the couch, gently stroking her mane while holding her in a winghug.

“And that’s about it,” Windy said. “I know this is out of the blue, but... I-I’ve noticed you spending more time in Rainbows room cleaning and organizing it! It’s always clean even though Rainbow never comes him, and I’ve been starting to wonder...”

Bo snickered. “You really should’ve told me sooner. I wasn’t sure about bringing it up either because I thought you were happy with just Rainbow! Honey, if you really are serious and you want another one… you can count on me. To be honest I’ve been thinking—”

Whatever Bo was going to say was lost as Windy pressed her mouth to his, kissing him like her life depended on it. At first he was taken aback, but little by little he returned her fierce kiss until he’d picked her up and pulled her onto his lap. The heat that’d been smoldering in Windy’s core roared to life in a mighty blaze, and a long, lewd moan escaped her as she ground on him. Bo growled as his pride slipped free, Windy’s needy sex growing wetter by the second, and reached around and rubbed that one special spot between her wings—

“A-HEM!”

They froze. With all the speed of a snail, Bo and Windy looked to Scootaloo, who’d hidden her face with a huge wing.

“Goodness...” A bead of sweat formed on Windy’s brow. “Scootaloo, sweetheart, you know you’re always welcome, but…”

“Say no more!” Scootaloo made for the balcony window as quickly as her size allowed. “I’d say my job here is done.”

“Thanks for visiting, Big Flapper!” Bo called after her. “Come again sometime!”

Scootaloo shut the window behind her with a flick of her tail. Behind her, the sonorous cries of the two lovebirds resumed, followed shortly by galloping hooves and the SLAM of a bedroom door. Scootaloo’s heart warmed at the thought of two ponies she cared for reigniting the spark of love, and hopefully, if all went as planned, the spark of life, as well.

But the thought also warmed something a little farther south. The smell of unconcealed estrus was heavy here in the residential district, and the thought of couples going turned Scootaloo’s thoughts towards her own better half. She took flight for Rainbow’s house without looking back, an ache forming in her loins as she thought the best way to ‘celebrate’ tonight.

The interior of Rainbow Dash’s Cloudsdale home was actually quite posh. Or at least, it was once the layers of clothes, ramshackle sports accessories, and empty boxes of health food were cleared out. It was like an upscale version of her home in Ponyville: Tastefully sculpted pillars, statues of pegasi ponies of the past, and even a small fountain in the foyer. It almost seemed too upscale for a brash Wonderbolt who frequently napped in trees, but such was the conundrum that was Rainbow Dash.

Rumble was settled on a plush couch after having thrown out the last of the empty pre-workout mixes. Rainbow had helped out a little before retreating to the bathroom for a much needed shower, the sweat of stunt flying still clinging to her like a second skin. He’d heard the water turned off a little while ago, so he twiddled while he waited for her to get out, his enormous frame sprawled out without a care.

The bathroom opened in a cloud of steam. Rainbow trotted out with humidity in her wake as she wrung out her mane, appraising Rumble’s clean-up job in her absence. “Thanks a ton for the help, dude.”

Rumble waved her off. “This is nothing compared to the messes the boys make. Or some of the messes Scoots has made, heh.”

Rainbow laughed. “Yeah… I’d imagine that once you’re the size of a house, you can make some pretty epic messes.”

Rumble sank deeper into the couch. “She’s gotten a lot better about it. It’s actually kind of impressive now; I wouldn’t be near as graceful if I was growing nonstop.”

Rainbow snorted. “Long as you two are happy, you provide for your kids, and you don’t try to take over Equestria or whatever, Scootaloo can grow to the size of a mountain for all I care. No fur off my back.”

“Well, we’re definitely good on the first two,” Rumble said with a grin. “But I’m not sure we can get our money back on that ancient doomsday device. It didn’t come with a warranty...”

Rainbow stuck her tongue out at him. “I’ve always known Scootaloo wanted a big family, but I never knew you did, too. Is it something you always wanted, or…?”

Rumble shrugged. “There’s no big story behind it, if that’s what you’re asking. To be honest, I hadn’t even really thought about it Scoots and I started dating! Then it kinda hit me all at once.”

Rainbow crossed her arms. “At the rate you two are going, Equestria’s gonna be flooded with gigantic orange and gray pegasi. Every sports team in the country is gonna be trying to recruit your kids, and the next generation of Wonderbolts might just be your family.”

Rumble burst out laughing.

“But for reals, good on you guys.” Rainbow flopped down on the other side of the sofa, tossing aside a rainbow-colored throw pillow as she did. “I know I’ve said this before, but you really do bring out the best in her. I’ve never seen her happier.”

Rumble smiled. “My brother’s said the same to her about me.”

Rainbow’s gaze wandered to the bay window, where the first stars were appearing on the horizon. “Maybe that’s the big secret to it all. You guys have found somepony that balances you out.”

A comfortable silence fell between them, both lost in thought as the last rays of light faded. The warm lamps cast shadows like curtains along the floor, and the only sound was the soft rustle of when Rainbow started to preen her wings. Rumble started to feel his eyelids drooping in the quiet, and while he normally wouldn’t mind a nap he didn’t really feel like zonking out just yet.

“This is a sweet couch,” he said. “Super comfy.”

Rainbow patted one of the cushions. “Right? I don’t even know how many times I’ve fallen asleep on it. It’s so huge, too! It’s practically like a bed! Even you can sprawl out on it, big guy!”

Rumble stretched out far as he could, tilting his head back and shut his eyes. “Sure can. I don’t run into a lot of giant-sized furniture outside our house. It’s nice to not be cramped for a change.”

The couch was a soft fluffy white, only a few shades lighter than Rumble’s coat. Rainbow noted that he practically blended into it thanks to the fading sunlight, and about that made him stand out was plump dark sheath. His rear hooves were but inches from Rainbow, so she had a prime view of his package, his softball-sized nuts hefty and bulging within their stretchy sack.

A wave of warmth washed over Rainbow. Her estrus had been strong this year, and the only thing on her mind for weeks had been sex, sex, sex. Even in the shower she’d been fantasizing about Soarin taking her, his heavy weight on her back, his size filling her to the brim, his hot breaths whispering sweet nothings in her ear. Curse the bad luck of the stores running out of condoms!

Although, Rainbow doubted any normal condom could contain Rumble’s girth. Even flaccid and sheathed she could tell he was a monster, and there was no telling how long—

“Uh, Rainbow Dash?”

“HUWHUH?” Dash blinked several times. “What were we talking about?”

Rumble bit back a laugh. “I asked you where you bought the couch.”

A fiery blush formed on Rainbow’s face. “S-Sorry. You, uh… you know how it is, heh. Heat season and all that. You probably can smell it on me.”

Rumble very much indeed could. Even after her shower, Rainbow’s estrus was plain as day. But even if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t be the first time he’d caught a mare staring at his junk with their tongue hanging out. “I’m not tempting you, am I?”

Rainbow bit her lip. Stars almighty, those burgeoning nuts were filled to the brim and ready to go. She couldn’t even guess how much he could cum in a single round (let alone how many rounds he could go) but stars almighty, was he virile. Sire of fourteen foals in just two pregnancies… fourteen big, strong, healthy foals—

“Dash.”

Rainbow gave her head a shake. Rumble’s scent hadn’t been as noticeable back at the stadium, but now that they were indoors... “Man, those spells really studded you out, didn’t they? Scoots is a lucky mare, yes she is.”

Rumble studied her. “We can open a window if you need.”

Some part of Rainbow’s mind agreed with that, but her head was feeling fuzzier and fuzzier. This big prime stallion in front of her, so kind and caring and BIG, his potent seed ready and waiting to take root in a fertile womb. She’d never seen him fully hard, but she could just imagine that cockaimed at her flower, his scent washing over her in preparation to breed—

She was startled by a sharp whistle.

“GAH!” Rainbow tore her eyes away. Damn it all, she was NOT some heat-addled floozy! She was not turned on by Mister Adonis over here, she was not five seconds from jumping his bones, and her tail was NOT flagging so hard it hurt! “I’m fine! Everything’s fine!”

But Rumble wasn’t an idiot. “I can go if you need—”

“NO!” Rainbow yelled. “Erm, I-I mean… no. I-It’s fine, really! Sure, you and Scoots snuck a double-dose of sex magic, but it’s not like you’re irresistible! Once the others get here and settle in, we can chillax out on the deck with a king’s ransom in snacks! Doesn’t that sound cool?”

Rumble lowered his eyes. He’d be lying if he said Rainbow wasn’t an incredible catch of a mare. The attention had already caused a few inches of his dick to slip free, and if he wasn’t careful, the rest would follow. “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely!” Rainbow said as her wings stuck out like planks. “It’s not a problem for the Captain of the Wonderbolts! We just need to talk about something else, that’s all… Oh, I know! How in the world did you fit that monster dick inside Scoot? Before she became Mega-Scoot, I mean.- It couldn’t have been easy.”

Rumble wasn’t sure how distracting this topic was. “...It wasn’t, but we made it work. We just had to be careful, is all.”

Rainbow inhaled deep, shuddering as his tantalizing aroma tugged at her like a magnet. “And now?”

Rumble paused to think. “Equally as careful.”

Rainbow didn’t even notice she was scooching closer. “Being with a pony over twice your size… even when you’re so huge... don’t you ever miss being the bigger one?”

It didn’t help that Rumble had worked up a light sweat from cleaning. He watched Dash got within arm’s distance of him, her head bending lower and lower until she was inches from his shaft. He twitched from Rainbow’s breath rolling over his supple flesh, his shaft swelling inches in response, his heart picking up as she looked up at him with those gorgeous eyes—

Rumble gently pushed Rainbow away.

“You’re not thinking straight,” he said in a calm voice. “C’mon, Soarin’s gonna be here any minute, and the last thing he needs to see is his fiancee sucking off another stallion. A married stallion, no less.”

Dash whined. Her nethers were throbbing, a wet streak now on the couch cushions as he pushed her to the couch’s far side. “I-I… ugggh, you’re right. You’re right! Sorry! Sorry, s-sorry… jeez, I didn’t mean… I-I don’t even know what…”

“It’s okay.” Rumble tried to settle down as well, though that was easier said than done. “I totally get it. Let’s just take a step back, okay? Relax until the others get here.”

Dash got off the couch and opened up one of the windows. The cool air did help, but her body wasn’t about to let her forget what she wanted. “Celestia on a handbike, Rumble, I am beyond turned on right now. Cripes, do you do this to all mares?!”

Rumble shrugged. “I don’t know about all mares, but you’re not the first pony to come onto me these past months. Lots of mares—and even a few stallions—have done the same thing.”

Rainbow wasn’t sure whether to be impressed, aroused, or frightened. “...I-I’m jumping back in the shower.”

And before Rumble could say another word, she’d bolted back into the bathroom for a very cold rinse.

A Few Minutes Later-

“BOOYAH!” Soarin burst through the oversized front door. “Another Wonderbolts show in the bag, baby! They’re gonna be talking about that one for years!”

Rumble waved from the couch. “Hey, Soarin! Great job out there tonight!”

Soarin did a double take. “Oh! Hey there, Rumble! Forgot you were coming over. Where’s Dash?”

The bathroom door flung open with a WHAM! A mostly-dry Dash sauntered out, wings spread wide as she gave Soarin the sultriest bedroom eyes she could muster.

“There’s my babe.” Soarin zipped over and gave her a peck on the lips. Or at least, he meant it to be a peck—Dash’s strong hooves pulled him into a full-on kiss that fanned the raging fire inside her, spurring her on for more. Soarin froze up at first, but in seconds he was kissing back just as hard, their sloppy smeks strangely loud in the large house.

“Well, then.” Soarin could smell Rainbow’s estrus clinging to her like a shroud. “Hello to you, too.”

Dash buried her muzzle in Soarin’s baby blue chest. THIS was the scent she wanted inside her, marking every last inch of her. She breathed lungful after lungful before catching him another surprise kiss, then put her soft lips to his ear...

“I want you to rut me until I can’t think straight.”

POMF! Went Soarin’s wings.

Rumble laughed. “Shall I leave you two alone?”

“Ack!” Soarin wheeled around. “R-Rumble! Yeesh, you’re quiet for a big guy!”

Rumble yawned and got to his hooves. “Eh, don’t mind me. You guys gave Spitfire one heck of a send off tonight! Pulled out all the stops.”

Soarin fidgeted in place. “Th-Thanks, heh. It was mostly all her ideas, but we added some stuff here and there. Mostly fire. A lot of fire.”

“We almost got the fire marshal sicced on us,” Dash said, giggling.

Rumble ignored how Soarin and Rainbow were now playing hoofsie, and instead went to the kitchen for a drink. “How long have you two been a thing, anyway?”

“Oh, about 8 months or so,” said Dash. She brushed her tail along Soarin’s toned flanks, sneaking in a few feels of his heavy sack. “We’ve had to keep it secret because it's against team policy to date teammates, but I’ve been crushing on this blue bomber for-everrrr...”

Soarin rested his chin atop her colorful mane.“You’re like the perfect fan-girl.”

Dash blushed. “Shudduuup!”

“It sure seems like you’re pretty happy together,” Rumble said. “So, when are you are having foals?”

Dash and Soarin blanched. They looked at each other for a few seconds, but to them, that quiet glance felt like a year.

“Well…” Soarin said slowly. “We’ve talked about it off and on. Moreso since I popped the question...”

“But we’re not in a h-hurry!” Dash felt herself wink as she spoke, a trail of honey trickling down her leg. “I-I mean, we’re still pretty young, a-and… you can’t really compare us to how old my mom was when she had m-me. Foals will happen, b-but when…”

Rumble trotted back out with his drink. “I suppose being in the Wonderbolts kinda gets in the way, doesn’t it?”

Dash hesitated. “A-A little, yeah. But more than that, I… I just don’t know. I mean, let’s be real, am I really mom material?”

Rumble raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been a role model to Scoot ever since we were kids. She wouldn’t be the pony she is without you, and you’ve said yourself she’s great with our kids. If you can be an awesome big sister, why can’t you be an awesome mom?”

Dash opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Emotions and thoughts swirled about in her mind like a whirlwind, but for all the thought she’d given, she’d never thought about it that way. The idea of having her own little awesome foals had always been there, ones she could raise and teach…

It really would be like looking out for Scootaloo, wouldn’t it?

“Y’know, Dash,” Soarin muttered. “You ARE the captain now. You could change the no-dating team members rule if you wanted.”

Luna almighty, was that tempting. “But I’d have to be on the bench once I got pregnant. And then we’d have a foal to raise! A-Are we really ready for that?”

Soarin nibbled the thin part of her ear. “Don’t forget two of your friends had foals this year. You said you wanted our kids to be close in age to theirs, right? The longer we wait, the bigger the gap will be.”

Dash swallowed hard. “I-I don’t want that...”

Soarin pressed his wing to Rainbow’s cutie mark. “Then I guess the choice is clear, isn’t it?”

And just like that, something in Rainbow snapped. She whirled on Soarin in blur, grabbing onto him so hard they nearly fell over. “Tonight. You. Me. We’re gonna—”

BOMF

The tall doors of Dash's house burst open, and in strode all 14ft of Scootaloo. Her mane brushed the top of the doorframe as she eased in her pregnant bulk, her eyes feisty as she scanned the room.

“Oh, Rummmmmblllllle~” she sang.

“Scootaloo!” Dash flew up to her massive friend. Hugs didn’t work very well anymore, so she gave her a peck on the cheek instead. “Find the place alright?”

Scootaloo gave Dash a peck back, but the ‘peck’ got Dash‘s whole cheek along with part of her mouth. “Whoops! Ah, sorry. Still working on precise kisses.”

“No worries.” Rainbow drifted back down to floor level, her heart skipping a beat as it sank in that she didn’t even come up Scootaloo's knees. Scootaloo gave off an incredible amount of heat, too, so much that Rainbow felt sweaty just being next to her. And that baby belly, holy Celestia... so round, so full, so WIDE... it looked like she was carrying a dozen or more regular ponies!

“Sweet cherry pie,” Soarin whispered. If Rainbow’s arousal was strong, then Scootaloo’s was overpowering. His eyes dilated as he beheld this incredible maternal mare, his stiff wings now throbbing at his sides. “S-Scootaloo, uh... not to be rude or anything, but are you some kind of special super magical horny? Or just really, really REALLY regular horny?”

Scootaloo made to reply, but that’s when she spotted Rumble at the kitchen entrance. He was eyeing her like a piece of meat, his thick black cock fully hard already dripping, and he nickered a greeting as they each licked their lips. Scootaloo nickered right back, pawing at the ground with soft poofs, her huge braided tail whipping like a massive purple flail.

“I’d say both,” Rainbow muttered. “I certainly heard ponies going at it on my way over here. I swear, the whole city’s having sex.”

Scootaloo’s great wings unfurled, filling up more and more of the open space. “Rainbow, can we borrow one of your rooms?”

Dash put a hoof behind her head. “Uh, I mean, I would, but the only room big enough for you is this one. This house wasn’t made for a 13ft pony.”

“14ft, 2 inches,” Scootaloo corrected.

Dash rolled her eyes. “My mistake.”

Scootaloo straightened to her full height. It was probably her imagination, but she swore she could feel herself getting taller. “Then I’m gonna have to call in a favor. I feel kind of weird about it, but I NEED Rumble, right now. I seriously can’t wait another second.”

“Wha—” Dash stepped back as they crept closer to each other. “H-Hold on! Don’t tell me you’re actually gonna—”

Suddenly, Dash’s eyes drifted to the couch. The wet spot she’d made before was still there, plain for all to see...

“—gonnnnnnnnnna make us leave!” Rainbow said. “Y-Yeah! You’re not gonna make us leave, are you? We wanna watch you guys get it on!”

Soarin did a double-take. “What?!”

“Sure,” Rumble purred. He nuzzled Scootaloo, welcoming her gentle hoof guide him like a foal would move a doll. “D’you mind, honey?”

“Watch away.” She guided him around to her nethers, his teasing touch ever-present as he reared on his hind legs. “Who knows? Maybe they’ll see something they like~”

Rumble shivered upon breathing deep the cloying source of Scootaloo’s raw need. He began by massaging her exercise ball-sized teats and licking her glistening pussy, wiggling his tongue in all the right spots. Scootaloo moaned as he grazed her golf ball sized clit, but not quite sucking on it, just the way she liked him to...

Dash was blushing harder than she had in her whole life. Soarin was equally frazzled, transfixed as the two giants began making some of the loudest, lewdest sexual noises he’d ever heard. The living room was rapidly heating up now from their overcharged bodies, both Soarin and Dash soon sweating like they were in a sauna.

“I can’t believe you’re letting them do this,” Soarin whispered.

Rainbow snorted. “You wanna try and stop them? Be my guest.”

Soarin bit his lip as he sized up the gargantuan pair. “...Point.”

Scootaloo squealed. Her tree-trunk thick legs shook as a miniature flood of juices splashed down, soaking both Rumble and a good part of the floor. Rumble grinned and ceased his assault on her marehood, instead stepping away to lay down behind her. His erect cock pointed straight up in the air, slick with pre and twitching...

Scootaloo turned around to face him. Slowly, she spread her hind legs and gingerly, gingerly, sat her huge, throbbing pussy atop Rumble’s two foot dick.

“Yesssssss...” Scootaloo ground her enormous ass on her husband’s chest. “I needed this so badlyyyyyy...”

Scootaloo had learned the past year that not only had her visible muscles grown and strengthened, but her interior muscles had as well. She’d practiced with toys to effectively master of all her inner muscles within her vagina, and as a result, she could please Rumble without having to move. Her ass was now big enough that it spread nicely halfway up his chest, and her fattened crotchtits pooled nicely around him like a taut, slick cushion. Rumble could fortunately still use his forelegs while like this, kneading and slap her huge rump while her smooth muscles rippled around him.

Dash may as well have been in a trance. She was sweating, drooling, dripping, unable to look away from this immense and heavily pregnant mare being rutted. Scootaloo was making faces and noises Dash had never seen or heard in her life, and everything about was so HUGE… her belly alone had knocked over the coffee table and pushed away the couch!

And then Dash and Scootaloo locked eyes.

“Ng! Ah! Rainbooow… Come heEEEere~” Scootaloo gasped.

Dash moved like she was on autopilot. She fluttered up to gently atop Scootaloo’s firm womb, still staring up into that warm, motherly face. And then they were kissing, Scootaloo pulling her into a hard, needy liplock that they both welcomed, Scootaloo’s larger and powerful tongue overwhelming Dash's smaller one. They kissed again and again with heavy breaths, coming up for air only when Dash needed, only to then pounce back on each other without pause. Scootaloo's hoof crept up to cupped Dash's backside, the soft pad squeezing up against her winking slit, and Dash ground on her with a long whine, mind blanked at the mercy of this sexual titaness.

They finally broke after a few more seconds. Dash gasped and took several fast, deep breaths, her muzzle inches away from Scootaloo's chest.

“Wow…” she managed.

Scootaloo smirked as she felt Dash wink against her hoof. Said hoof was almost big enough to hold Dash on its own, but unfortunately, nowhere near small enough to pleasure her properly.

Fortunately, that was when Soarin landed behind Dash.

“Ohhhhhhhhh...” Dash immediately lifted her tail, her front legs bending low. She moaned as she caught wind of his musk, having no doubt he was hard as a rock and ready. “Soarinnnnn~”

Soarin pushed Scootaloo’s hoof aside. He planted his hind legs atop Scootaloo’s warm belly and reared, settling atop of Dash and without pause or foreplay. He only took enough time to align himself before plunging his length to the hilt inside his fiancee.

Scootaloo’s and Rumble’s lovemaking these days had to be a gentle affair. It was powerful, but slow and tame so as to get the most out of it. Soarin and Rainbow, on the other hoof, were like crazed animals—hips colliding, balls slapping, muscles clenching, their powerful strokes in tandem with each other. Dash’s eyes rolled back as each she punctuated each of Soarin’s thrusts with gasps and squeaks, burying her face in Scootaloo’s chest fluff and drooling all over the place. The hottest sounds were the low, guttural groans she made in the back of her throat, which happened every time Soarin pulled on her mane, slapped her ass, nibbled on her ears, sucked on her neck, chewed on her scruff… or pretty much did anything Dash liked. In under a minute she’d screamed Soarin’s name twice among a torrent of sticky marecum gushing from her tunnel, soaking both Soarin’s crotch and Scootaloo’s enormous womb.

Scootaloo was rapidly approaching a huge orgasm of her own. She’d had 3 small ones already, Rumble never failing to please even if he didn’t quite fill her up anymore. His delightfully thick rod had that wonderful bit of give which let her feel his veins pulsing... but what was really got her going at the moment was the sight before her—or rather, atop her. Rainbow Dash, Scootaloo’s childhood idol, symbolic big sister and head of the Wonderbolts, had not only made out with her, but had taken Scootaloo in a strong sexual embrace, and now she was getting fucked silly by another Wonderbolt favorite atop Scootaloo’s massive pregnant belly.

Scootaloo moaned low and deep. There was something building deep within her, a different feeling from her mounting orgasm. She spread her wings to their full span to brace against the walls of Dash's home, the impending feelings like a tsunami. She heard Rumble groan beneath her, his cock surging inside of her over and over, that warm gooey feeling of being filled up with pints of cum making her go cross-eyed.

“D-Dash!” Soarin cried. “I’m g-gonna…”

Dash moaned even louder. “Yes!”

Soarin almost choked as Dash squeezed his cock like a vice. “DASH!”

“YESSSS!” Dash saw white as he erupted inside her. “YESYESYESYEYSYESSSSS!” Another powerful peak rocked her, followed by a third, Soaring pumping her full with shot after shot of thick seed.

Scootaloo shuddered. Rainbow Dash’s writhing, shrieking, panting face was burned into her mind, those joyous cries ringing out as she was knocked up atop Scootaloo’s womb. Stars flashed in Scootaloo’s eyes and her mind boiled over, and she leaned back and screamed, stamping her hind leg and shaking the entire house.

Scootaloo supported Soarin’s backside to prevent him from falling off mid-climax. After a pleasurable eternity she finally began to come down, still holding him and Dash as they sprawled out atop her swollen belly. Dash gasped for breath as she felt Rumble slide out after a handful of seconds, tapping her tail twice for the all clear.

WUMPH! Scootaloo slid onto her back, her mountainous womb rocking with the force of her body as it jutted high into the air. After another minute or so, the four of them began to stir from the afterglow of the impromptu orgy, the entire room so warm it was foggy.

“I think... I can safely say,” panted Dash. “That’s the most epic sex... I’ve ever had.”

“Agreed,” Soarin managed. “Hey, Scoot? We’re kinda pooped here, do you think you could…”

“Ah, heh-heh… Right.” Scootaloo scooped up the two blue lovebirds and placed them atop the crest of her belly button.

Soarin blinked. “That’s not quite what I meant, but hey, that works.” He sat up and wiped the sweat off his forehead while Dash remained splayed. She rested her chin atop the fleshy outcrop of Scootaloo’s warm navel, her floaty mind relishing the slow rise and fall of Scootaloo's maternity.

“Feeling better, babe?” Rumble asked, approaching his giant wife. He couldn’t help but strut a little, considering that even at half Scootaloo’s size, he could still satisfy her.

Scootaloo huffed and puffed. “You’re the best.” She tilted her head for a kiss, welcoming him as he settled down next to her shoulder. “I’m definitely… gonna need a good rainshower... after that one. Filled me up so good…”

Dash grunted. “Join the club. I—eep!” She’d tried to stand on her shaky legs, but slipped on Scootaloo's sweaty coat and tumbled down to her chest.

Scootaloo looked up. “You okay?”

Dash giggled and rolled to her side, one hoof clutching her belly. “That. Was. So. AWESOME! So that’s it! Soarin and I are gonna go for it! We’re gonna be parents, Scoot! I’m gonna be a mom.”

Scootaloo smiled wide. “You excited?”

Dash paused to trace little circles around her navel. “It’s like a nervous excitement, but yeah. I really felt it too, like, I’ve cum before, but not like THAT.”

Scootaloo chuckled. “You better get used to it, sister. It’s only gets better from here.”

After a short rest and some very dedicated cleaning, Rumble and Scootaloo left Dash and Soarin’ with well wishes and promises to visit soon. Both couples were in high spirits as they parted, their thoughts filled with plans for their next time they all ‘hung out’.

“Does it count as an orgy if it’s only 4 ponies?” Scootaloo asked, taking long graceful steps towards the cities edge.

“Totally,” Rumble said as he flew beside her. “The minimum is definitely 4.”

Scootaloo nudged Rumble with her nose. “Look at you, mister orgy expert. Do you actually know, or are you just saying that?”

Rumble laughed. “Alright, you caught me. You can bet Rainbow Dash will brag it is, though.”

Scootaloo grinned huge. “Definitely.” She motioned for Rumble to land on her back, spreading her wings as she made to take off into the open air. “It’s going to be one heck of a party in 11 months.”

Rumble plopped atop her withers and hugged her neck. “Pinkie Pie’s going to have a field day with this one. Surprise party, you think?”

Scootaloo laughed as she reached the city's edge. “If it is, I can’t wait to see the look on Rainbow’s face! Not to mention Bo’s and Windy’s!”

“Yeah! They’ll be just as surp—” Rumble stopped. “Wait, what?”

Scootaloo simply laughed again, and jumped off the edge to descend home.

Motherly Advice

“Hi Pound! Hi, Pumpkin!” said Sweetie Belle. “Wow, you two look more like adults every time I see you! Are you here for your cutie mark appointment?”

Pound Cake kicked at the floor. Of all the places he wished he could be at the moment… he would’ve walked out right then and there, but his stupid twin sister held him fast with her magic.

“Yep!” said Pumpkin. She trotted forward with Pound in tow. “We both are. Isn’t that right, Pound?”

Pound gave her a look that could curdle milk.

But Pumpkin was immune to his glares. She merely gave him that disgusting saccharine smile she always did.

Sweetie Belle didn’t even bat an eyelash. “Great! Pumpkin, you’ll come with me. Pound, you’ll be meeting with Scootaloo. She’s waiting for you up in the cloud portion of the building.”

Pound withheld his sigh. Seemed there was nothing for it. He was going to be locked into a cutie mark… unless he flew the coop soon as he got away from Pumpkin—

“You can find your way up there by yourself, right?” said Pumpkin sweetly. “What am I saying, of course you can! Just use your noodle.”

...Damn it all, one of these days he was going to come clean to Mom and Dad about that. If for no other reason than to stop things like this.

Grumbling, Pound shuffled towards the stairs. He ambled up them as slowly as possible to drag out the inevitable. He walked up a few flights before he got to a door with a sign reading ‘CLOUDWALKING REQUIRED BEYOND THIS POINT’. He opened it and was greeted with a tunnel of white that’d been sculpted expertly into more stairs. He flew up the rest of the way into the enormous cloud he and Pumpkin had seen coming in. It had to have been big as a barn!

Pound’s thoughts wandered as he flew. He didn’t pay much attention to adults, but wasn’t Scootaloo the tiny mare married to Rumble, that HUGE stallion with the quadruplet colts? Why would she need such a big area? Pound saw Rumble all the time at Sugarcube Corner picking up multiple supersized take-out orders, but Scootaloo was never with him. Which was weird, because Pound could’ve swore that she used to be a regular—hey, yeah! She was! She used to come all the time with Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom! She was the boisterous one who liked strawberry milk shakes and always called him—

When Pound got to the top of the stairs, he suddenly felt like he’d shrunk.

Everything about the room was enormous. The chairs, the equipment, the windows, the amount of open area, the space to the ceiling, everything. Erm… okay, maybe not everything. The portion of the room closest to Pound made up a fourth of the total space, and everything there was normal-sized. But the remaining three-quarters looked like it’d been designed for a giant!

“What the…” Pound rubbed his eyes. Was this one those optical illusion things? He looked at the ‘normal’ area, then over at the huge one. It didn’t seem like his perspective was off, but then what the hay was with this? There were a few doors on the far end of the room that led assumedly led to other rooms, and those were ginormous, too! And most strange of all, an entire corner of the room was dedicated to what looked like a… nursery?

Cautiously, Pound flew into the room proper—

Ding-a-ling-a-ling!

He felt the tingle of passing through a magic sensor. A jingling noise echoed throughout the cavernous room.

ZRRRRT! “Is that you, Poundy?” said a scratchy voice to his right.

Pound jumped. The voice had come from a glowing crystal mounted on cloud studs to the wall. He recognized it as one of those new enchanted voice things from the Crystal Empire.

“E-Erm, yeah.” Pound moved closer to the crystal. He just talked into these, right? He was pretty sure he did. “Where are you?”

ZRRRRT! “Sorry, had to use the filly’s room. Feel free to look around! I’ll be out in a sec.”

The crystal went dark.

Pound pursed his lips. He hovered there in place a few seconds, eyes wandering. He twiddled his hooves awhile, but then curiosity got the better of him and he flew over to the bigger area.

It wasn’t a trick. Everything over here was way larger than it should be, from the door-frames to the equipment to the rolls of parchment. The desk really was seven feet tall and twenty feet wide. The sporting equipment really could’ve been for a mid-sized dragon. The posters on the walls really were like miniature tapestries. There was a cloud ‘mini-fridge’ by the nursery area, but it was several times larger than a real fridge! He opened it up for a peek inside, and strangely, what he found was rows upon rows of pony-sized enchanted bottles filled with… milk?

The pieces started to click for Pound. He looked back over at the desk, and there, among the papers and folders and pictures, a huge feathered quill sat in an ink bottle, freshly plucked and orange like the sunset.

It was as big as he was long.

FLUSH

Pound gulped. There was the sound of running water from his left, and a moment later, one of the far doors opened.

“Heya, Poundy!” said Scootaloo. “Was wondering when you and your sister would show up here. Good to see ya!”

In Pound’s head, Scootaloo was super short, super scrawny, tiny wings like a hummingbird’s, kinda pale and grumpy-looking. This Scootaloo was none of that! She was so tall that she’d had to crouch to get into the gigantic bathroom! Strong muscles covered every inch of her solid frame that slid and flexed beneath her supple skin. Her wings were long enough to touch two houses across the street from one another. Her plush, shiny coat positively bloomed with color, her deep purple mane was like a waterfall cascading to the floor...

...but what captivated Pound most was her eyes. Warm, bright, and gentle, a single look into them melted his unease like snow in a spring rain.

Scootaloo smiled. “How’ve you been?”

Pound remembered himself. “U-Uh… good! G-Good, yeah. Been good. You uh... haven’t been by Sugarcube Corner in a while! Guess now I know why, heh-heh...”

Scootaloo chuckled. “Yeah, doubt I’d fit anymore. I’ve kinda outgrown most places.”

She made to walk out of the bathroom—

—and immediately got stuck.

“Oh, ponyfeathers.” She tried to squeeze—yes, squeeze through the alleyway-sized doorframe, but to no avail. “Speaking of which—hnng—just gimme—ergh—asecond here!”

And that’s when Pound noticed the other change. Scootaloo wasn’t just humongous, she was humongously pregnant! Her firm, BULGING barrel protruded well beyond her shoulders and wide hips like an overripe pear, so large it touched her shins! Her thick skin was stretched tight around her womb as it safeguarded the burgeoning lives within.

Scootaloo pulled and squirmed, but she was caught fast. “For Luna’s sake! SCREW IT!”

She kicked at the cloud doorframe. Pound winced at the POOMF of walls denting as Scootaloo crudely freed herself. How she’d even gotten in there was anypony’s guess. She pulled one last time, and finally, she managed to shimmy out of the bathroom.

“Ahhh.” Scootaloo rose to her full height. She absolutely towered over him—he didn’t even come up to her knees! She wiggled her gargantuan wings and cracked her neck with a loud POP! “Never was much for cloudshaping. Sorry about that, I could get in and out of there just fine on Friday! Guess I had another growth spurt over the weekend.”

Pound’s mouth fell open. Even as high as the ceiling was, Scootaloo’s head nearly grazed it! How big was she?!

Scootaloo had to fight the urge to laugh. She wished she could say how adorable he was, but colts didn’t enjoy that very much. “I know, I know. Even this place is getting a little small, isn’t it? Can’t even spread my wings in here anymore. Don’t worry, Rainbow Dash is expanding the place once I go on maternity leave. Think she said she’s gonna make it four times as big.”

Pound swallowed hard. Upon hearing the words ‘maternity leave’, his gaze fell down to Scootaloo’s blooming belly, swaying ever-so-slightly from her movements. Her barrel alone was larger than he was—WAY larger! Its healthy color and sheen made her look like she was glowing, and he could actually feel the heat flowing off her...

“Mrs. Scootaloo?” he said.

Okay, now she laughed. “You don’t have to be polite, bud. I’ve known you and your sister since you were born!”

Pound blushed. “S-Sorry… can I ask you a question?”

“Shoot.”

Dozens of questions raced through his mind, but really, it they all boiled down to one thing.

“How?”

Scootaloo waggled her eyebrows. “How else? Magic.”

Pound blinked several times. “...Oh.”

Scootaloo winked. Gently, she eased herself down onto the cloud floor and rolled partway onto her side. Her sprawled-out frame took up a good chunk of the room as her womb reshaped itself, its crest rising high into the air.

“Wanna see something cool?” she asked.

Pound hesitated. “Uh…”

Scootaloo beckoned him over. “C’mere. Put your hoof on my middle.”

Normally, Pound wasn’t for this kind of stuff. He wasn’t really a big fan of touching other ponies, period. Yet he found himself going over to Scootaloo, her calm voice and patient smile drawing him in.

Salt and sugar, she looked even bigger up close...

“Here.” Scootaloo pointed to a spot above her navel. “All the others are zonked out, but this guy’s been poking and prodding me since breakfast, the booger. Go ahead and feel.”

Pound was entranced. For a time he watched the curve of Scootaloo’s womb rise and fall with her powerful breaths. Her size loomed over him like a living wall of clean-smelling fur, her popped-out bellybutton almost three times bigger than his head! There was a visible line running up and down her barrel that made her belly look like it was sticking out even more, and he while he didn’t mean to, he also spied her MASSIVE breasts, each one bigger than him!

Pound placed his hoof where Scootaloo indicated. Her thick coat was like heather, the warm skin stretched taut like a drum. He waited a few seconds with nothing happening…

THUMP!

“Whoa!” Pound jumped. The spot he’d been feeling distended a second time before smoothing back out.

Scootaloo grunted. “Yup. That’s Tailwind. Got his daddy’s legs.”

Pound didn’t even realize he was grinning ear to ear. “Oh my gosh!” He started prodding her firm belly here and there.“You’re gonna be a mom!”

Scootaloo snickered. “I’m already a mom, silly goose.” She booped his muzzle with a hoof. “More like I’m gonna be a mom again.”

Pound giggled. Her hoof was bigger around than his torso, but she’d been as gentle as a feather with it. “How soon?”

“Hard to say,” Scootaloo said. “Could be a week, could be three, could be longer. Doc says it’s up to me.”

Pound squinted. He… guessed that made sense? “So which is it?”

Scootaloo smiled. She lovingly stroked her womb, its syrupy weight swirling around. “The longer they stay in there, the bigger and healthier we’ll be. My goal is five weeks.”

Pound thought little of the strange emphasis. “E-Erm... others? Are you having more than one?”

Oh, this was gonna be great. Slyly, Scootaloo brought her head close and whispered, “I’m having ten.”

Pound’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates. He went slack-jawed as he gaped at her, then back at her immense belly. He did it a few times before remembering how to speak.

“TEN?!”’

Ah, Scootaloo never got tired of this. Adults always tried to hide their reactions, but kids were priceless. “Told you it was cool.”

“Holy buttered biscuits!” Pound could hardly believe his ears. “S-Scootaloo! You’re gonna have fourteen kids! FOURTEEN!”

Scootaloo smirked. She stretched out her legs as far as she could, all four hooves brushing againstthe walls. “Fourteen… for now.”

Somehow, Pound’s eyes got even wider. “F-F-For now?”

Scootaloo’s eyes twinkled. “Let’s just say Rumble and I aren’t done yet. Not by a long shot.”

Pound was at a loss. He wanted Scootaloo to elaborate, but she just kept wearing that mischievous smile. Meh, it was probably Weird Adult Stuff like always.

“But enough about me,” she said. “Let’s talk about why you’re here. A little birdie told me that you don’t want to get your cutie mark.”

Pound went pale. “I-I’d rather not—”

Scootaloo cocked her head to the side. “Why not?”

Pound shuffled his hooves. “...Do I really have to say?”

“Poundy.”

Pound winced. No getting out of this one, it seemed. He’d gone a long time keeping this to himself, too. “...One of the older ponies at school told me something before summer started. He said getting a cutie mark traps you into doing the same thing forever.”

Scootaloo’s face was a mask. “And you believed him?”

Meekly, Pound nodded.

Scootaloo withheld her sigh. This was the third time she and the other Crusaders had heard something like this. It might be time to speak with Cheerilee about it. “That kid was just trying to scare you. Getting your cutie mark just shows the world what makes you special, not that you can never do anything else.”

“But what if I get a cutie mark in something I don’t like?” Pound burst out. “What if I get tired of doing it after a while? What if it turns me into a totally different pony? What if Mom and Dad are ashamed of me? What if has nothing to do with cooking?! I like cooking! I wanna be a chef when I grow up—”

“Hey-hey-hey-hey.” Scootaloo held up a hoof. “Shhhhh, calm down. It’s alright.”

Pound’s wings were fluttering at his sides. He was tensed up, pupils shrunk, his breathing quick and shallow. He worked his jaw in a circle while wetting his lips over and over.

Scootaloo furrowed her brow. “You’ve... really been worked up about this, haven’t you? Aww, Poundy. C’mere.”

Pound hung his head. He hiccuped as he came closer, letting her scoop him up and bring him to her chest. He buried his face in her fluffy fur without a word.

He was like a doll to her. She held him in her arms to envelop him in her warmth, and he was soon crying and clutching her tight. Scootaloo hummed a soft tune as they snuggled together like that for a time in the quiet.

“I d-don’t wanna... hic… b-be stuck…”

“You won’t be,” Scootaloo said. “That’s not how it works at all. Have you talked to anypony about this? Your mom and dad?”

She felt Pound shake his head.

Of course he hadn’t. He wouldn’t be panicking if he had. “Take it from an expert, then. A cutie mark just shows what you have a knack for. What’s easy for you! That’s why most ponies try to make it their jobs. It’s not because we HAVE to.”

Pound sniffled. “Really?”

“Really,” Scootaloo said. “And it certainly doesn’t mean that you’ll only ever be good at justone thing. You can be good at lots of things! Your special talent it just the one thing that clicks.”

Pound looked up at her. “B-But, then…”

“You know,” Scootaloo said. “When Rumble was your age, he went through a phase where he didn’t want his cutie mark, either.”

Pound wiped his eyes. Scootaloo’s blurry face came into focus above him, smiling down from her high vantage point. Her long mane looked like a swaying curtain from this angle.

“He was good at a lot of different things, but what he wanted most of all was to join the Wonderbolts like his brother.” Scootaloo laughed and shook her head. “He stopped doing anything that wasn’t flying or racing because he thought it might earn him the ‘wrong’ cutie mark.”

Pound’s ears drooped. He’d actually been thinking about doing the same thing.

“He even convinced a bunch of other foals to stop looking for their cutie marks for a while.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “I still remember them all sitting around together by themselves, afraid to try or do anything. We eventually had to get his brother to come to camp to convince Rumble how silly he was being.”

A thought occurred to Pound. “B-But, wait! Rumble’s NOT in the Wonderbolts! I heard him talking one day, he said he does something with weather in Cloudsdale!”

Scootaloo squinted. She was silent for a few seconds, almost like she was sizing Pound up. She glanced over at the door to downstairs. It was closed tight.

“Can you keep a secret?” she asked.

Pound’s face was blank. “...Yes?”

“I’m serious,” Scootaloo warned. “Rumble doesn’t want this to get out.”

“Okay, I-I promise!” Pound made a gesture across his chest. “Cross my heart and hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye!”

Scootaloo blinked several times. “Riiiiight, right. Of course YOU would know the Pinkie Promise, heh. Probably what it means, too...”

Pound looked at her like she was an alien. “Who doesn’t?”

Scootaloo was quiet a bit longer before clearing her throat. “Alright, I’ll tell you. Rumble’s not IN the Wonderbolts, but he does work for them. You know all that crazy weather and other flashy stuff that goes on during the shows? He’s on the team that comes up with that. They work out of Cloudsdale’s weather factory to keep a low profile.”

Pound had to make sure he’d heard that right. “W-Wait, he works for the Wonderbolts… but he’s not on the team? But… but that’s not racing! You said he wanted—”

“—to race, I know.” Scootaloo looked out one of the windows. Up in the sky, she could spot the far-off dots of pegasi moving clouds to the south. “He got to a certain point and realized it wasn’t all it’s cracked up to be. He would’ve had to make sacrifices to go further, and that wasn’t what he wanted. He realized other things were more important.”

Pound frowned. “Other things?”

Scootaloo smiled. “Sometimes, the things we want most are right in front of us all along. In Rumble’s case… it was family.”

Pound opened his mouth, but then closed it again. He looked down at his hooves in silence, thoughts whirring.

“You don’t need to be scared, Poundy.” Scootaloo gave him a gentle squeeze. “Rumble’s cutie mark means he’s good at flying in rough weather, but he didn’t have to be a Wonderbolt to be happy. Being a husband and a father makes him happy too, and trust me, he’s as good at that as anything else! Your special talent is just a part of who you are, not all of who you are.”

Pound looked like he was trying to solve a tricky riddle. “So… most ponies have their special talent as their jobs… which is their cutie mark… because it’s easier? Not because they have to?”

Scootaloo chuckled. “It’s not easy being an adult. You cut corners wherever you can.”

Pound didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t that. “And you can still try and do other things.”

“Yep.”

“Or have a job that’s not your special talent.”

“You might have to work a little harder at it, but absolutely.”

“But what if my cutie mark is wrong?” Pound asked. “What if it turns out I’m really better at something else? I may never try it!”

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. “Poundy, have you ever heard of that happening?”

Pound bit his lip. He looked away again, but only because craning his head up was making his neck sore. “N-No…”

“Then what makes you think you’ll be the first?” Scootaloo adjusted her weight a bit, feeling flutters from a few foals shifting. “I know you, you’re not the kind of colt to get caught up in any one thing. I know it seems ponies get absorbed in their special talents, but that’s because they’ve found something they love! It doesn’t change who they are.”

Pound leaned back into her warm chest. “I-I… I guess that makes sense.”

“Hey, would I steer you wrong?” Scootaloo lifted him up higher so they could be eye to eye. “Trust me, when you find your special talent, you’ll still love to do all the same things you do now. The only thing stopping you from trying new things from then on is yourself.”

Pound was silent. He looked into Scootaloo’s huge face, her words still echoing in his mind. Little by little, his worries gave way to her soothing voice.

Scootaloo studied him. “Feel any better?”

Pound took a long, deep breath, then let it out slow and steady. “Yeah. Thanks.”

Scootaloo brought him close for a nuzzle. “Anytime. Now, all we’re gonna do today is just brainstorm on what your cutie mark might be. Once we have some ideas, we’ll figure out the best way for you to try ‘em next time you come. Sound good?”

Pound still looked a little unsure. “Will you be helping me?”

Scootaloo shrugged. “A little, but this is about you. Finding your cutie mark means finding out about yourself! Besides, I’m a little big to be helping you with most things, heh…”

Pound certainly couldn’t argue with that. “I-I still can’t believe how huge you are! You’re the biggest pony I’ve ever seen! You’re the size of my whole house! Maybe even BIGGER!”

An odd smile crept up on Scootaloo’s face. “You think this is big? Ha!” Scootaloo unfurled her wings as much as she could, bathing the whole room in an orange tint. “Trust me, Poundy. You haven’t seen anything yet!”

The Biggest Family

Daylight filtered through the curtains, coupled with the cool morning breeze and chirping of songbirds. Rumble stirred in the overlarge cloudbed. The summer air hadn’t rolled in yet and was still blowing cold through Ponyville. A particularly throaty warbler began squawking loudly for the attention of a passing female, causing Rumble to flick his ear. That's not something a pony could keep on ignoring forever. He opened his eyes with a heavy yawn.

“Scoots?”

The mountainous mare he usually shared the bed with was absent. Rumble swiveled his head around, dimly aware that if she were in the spacious room he’d know. He was still half-asleep. The bathroom door hung open at a lazy angle -just enough for him to perceive it too was empty. Rumble took a deep breath and let it out. Scootaloo’s scent still hung in the air, so she must have been gotten up recently. He leaned forward in the bed and rested his foreleg on the large spot she usually slept. Still warm.

“A-HURM!”

A pony clearing their throat just right behind startled Rumble. He swiveled his head around to the window and blew a raspberry, jumping out the bed and walking over to the window. The sunlight was eclipsed by Scootaloo’s huge, smiling face filling the frame.

“How is it I’m bigger than a boulder and you still sleep through my hoofsteps?” Scootaloo grinned, resting her chin on the bottom frame.

Rumble brushed the loose curtains aside and leaned his head over. “You may be six times my weight but I’m still the heavier sleeper.” He said with a smirk. “What are you doing up so early anyway?”

“It’s our weekend off from the boys!” Scootaloo rolled her big violet eyes. “I want to spend less time sleeping and more time with you… while conscious. Also, I’m really hungry.”

“That’s not surprising.” Rumble teased.

Scootaloo stuck her tongue out and leaned away. At this angle Rumble got a better look at his enormous wife. She was a staggering nineteen feet tall now near the start of her eleventh month. Her long purple mane flowed well past her strong chest down to just above her hoof, roped and braided expertly. The size of her belly was nothing short of stupendous; in the past few months it had begun growing outwards making her quite a deal wider than her last pregnancy. Eye level while standing wasn’t a common way for Rumble to take in the sight of his wife these days. A rare occurrence when your spouse is nearly two stories tall.

“What’re you looking at?” Scootaloo asked, resting her chin back on the windowsill.

“All of you, and loving how much you’re still the same pony I fell in love with,” Rumble smirked knowingly.

“SSSSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPP!” Scootaloo blushed, her ears flattening. Rumble leaned in to kiss her and she returning it vigorously, her big soft lips smacking against his. He felt lightheaded for a moment when she sucked all the air out of his lungs, snorting heavily to compensate.

“Mwah!” smiled Scootaloo. A split second later her face contorted in pain. Rumble saw her wings shiver, stiffening up on her back.

“It’s fine, it’s just the brackish hicks again,” she said confidently, as the painful moment passed. “They’ve been happening more lately.”

“Braxton,” corrected Rumble, looking at Scootaloo with a bit more concern.

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “Oh… whatever. You know I can’t remember what the first part is.”

Another bout of pain rippled through her mid-section and she winced.

“You sure that you want to go eat breakfast right now?” Rumble raised an eyebrow.

“Absolutely. I am starving,” replied Scootaloo, ruffling her wingfeathers impatiently.

“We could stop real quick at the doctors place before the buff-”

“FINE! No, really. I’m fine now. It comes and goes quick,” Scootaloo interjected, waving her hoof in the air. The foals of hers felt way more active than the ones from a year or so ago. It seemed every day they were bouncing about inside her womb more robustly. One thing she wasn’t expecting was for it to hurt. Especially this frequently.

“Well… so what have you done while I was asleep?” asked Rumble, changing the subject.

“Got bathed, got my mane and tail done, checked the mail, had some fresh water to drink, brushed my teeth and I even went to check on the boys,” Scootaloo said, a hint of pride in her voice.

Rumble glanced behind him at the clock on his nightstand. It read ten o’clock.

“I was up at seven,” added Scootaloo.

“How are the boys doing?” asked Rumble enthusiastically.

“Great! They were still asleep when I flew in. Rainbow Dash is babysitting them just fine,” Scootaloo swished her long tail. “She’s great you know. Runs them around for hours to tire them out and then they sleep straight through the night. She’s a good sitter! I don’t understand why she put herself down as being terrible at it all these years. Half of the sitters we used to hire would just… sit around.”

“Great to hear… and how is Rainbow Dash doing?”

Scootaloo smiled knowingly. “Already starting to show. Did you know she’s three inches taller than she was before? A few more and she’s going to be past Soarin’s height!”

Rumble whistled. Rainbow Dash was already a feisty, headstrong mare. The idea of her being any bigger sounded like trouble. Especially for her average height husband. They had both been postulating that somehow the magic inside Scootaloo had somehow bled into Rainbow Dash. Especially when she finally revealed to them how many foals she was expecting.

A low rumbling noise intruded into their conversation.

“Yeah, let’s go eat already,” Scootaloo stamped her tree trunk like hoof into the ground. A few windows rattled in protest.

“Let me just go for a quick rinse in the clouds first,” Rumble said, scanning the sky for any nimbus drifting about.

Scootaloo glowered at him.

“C’mon, I won’t be five minutes,” Rumble shimmied out the window and hovered in front of her, stretching his limbs.

Scootaloo pouted, putting on an obviously fake look in response.

Rumble folded his forelegs and smirked.

“Okay okay! Just stop flapping there and rinse up already!” Scootaloo said urgently, “All I can think about is stuffing myself right now!”

They both laughed and Rumble darted away. As Scootaloo watched him enter a low hanging puff of cloud the pain from before redoubled. Scootaloo groaned loudly and clutched her tightly packed stomach.

Was this getting worse…?

The breakfast buffet was a special commodity just for Scootaloo once she grew past sixteen feet. There just wasn’t enough food storage in their home to handle her seemingly endless appetite anymore. Luckily they had some help with Princess Twilight Sparkle involving magical food replication, which made resolving their food issue much more financially practical. It was a powerful spell that few unicorns could learn. Most that could weren’t too keen on food prep duty for a giant pregnant pegasus several times a week.

Two of the chefs in Canterlot Castle were able though, sparing Twilight a full time duty of feeing Scootaloo. Butterworth, a stout unicorn mare with a penchant for sweet and salty snacks, and Mousse Mixer, a gangly unicorn stallion with a penchant for desserts, had spent the better part of the morning assembling twin fold up tables stacked with aluminum trays filled with their creations. Together they had crafted a verifiable feast fit for a grand party of ponies.

Butterworth had even taken a picture right before Scootaloo and Rumble arrived to eat it all.

Rumble stared down the long table of empty silver trays of what was a dazzling display of breakfast foods roughly ten minutes ago. Trays of cinnamon dusted french toast sticks, piles of chocolate chip waffles, towers of blueberry pancakes, eggs prepared poached, over-easy, sunny-side up, scrambled, hard and soft boiled neatly arranged in rows for convenient pickings, and a huge container of fresh fruits were hoovered up almost instantly the minute Scootaloo had sat down. Right now the massive orange blur of his wife was devouring a tray of hash browns while reaching for a plate of biscuits.

Luckily, Rumble had grabbed a bit of everything before the table was ravished. Her mounting appetite was fascinating despite the inconvenience. Scootaloo used to be able to eat half a meal before feeling full. Now it was if she needed a traincars worth just to be satisfied.

Rumble swallowed the last of his toast while watching several loaves of perfectly browned bread fly off the table in front of him. The two plates of food he’d eaten paled in comparison to the food tornado around him. With a light blush, he waved over to Butterworth and Mousse, who were lounging nearby watching he spectacle unfold.

BOOM-BOOM-BOOM

The ground thumped with every one of Scootaloos steps now. Sometimes her great weight would cause her to sink half a foot if on soft soil. Rumble gazed up to find his vision filled with her massive orange belly. It looked much more taut than it was twenty minutes ago. The huge boulder of a belly almost seemed to rock as Scootaloo sat down across from Rumble, sighing happily, her stomach jostling from all the food wolfed down. With speed belying her size she snatched a barrel of fruit punch and downed the whole thing in three loud gulps.

“AAAHHHH!” Scootaloo smacked her lips, tossing the barrel away as if it were a paper cup. Naturally, the barrel bounced heavily along the ground and rolled into a large pine tree, breaking loudly in the way barrels do.

“Full?” asked Rumble, his voice mirthful.

“I am now,” Scootaloo replied, tapping the crest of her mountainous stomach. It was so large now that her belly button was several feet off the ground, jutting out larger than a prize pumpkin at a fair. After that meal Rumble could only surmise just how many inches around it was now. He sipped his iced tea as Scootaloo sat back and rested, watching the empty plates magically flying past his nose over to the two unicorn chefs who prepared the meal.

“The pancakes and waffles today were top-notch!” exclaimed Scootaloo, rubbing her belly contently. She swiveled her head towards the chefs. “Thank you both so much for making breakfast! You’re awesome!”

“Oh! Thank you dearie!” beamed Butterworth, boisterously bowing. “Cooking is my pleasure!”

“And we didn’t have much of an option otherwise this morning,” mumbled Mixer.

Scootaloo continued expressing her appreciation and the two chefs struck up a conversation about proper compliments to common breakfast foods. A few short moments into the discussion Rumble felt something warm and wet on his hoofs. Confused, he scootched back and looked under the table.

“Scoot?” he said loud enough for her to hear.

“And I never used that kind of flour before!” Scootaloo glanced down at her husband. “Mmm?”

“You’re leaking under here,” Rumble said flatly.

“Leaking?” Scootaloo reached a hoof down under the table and gasped. “Wow! Leaking is putting it mildly!” she exclaimed, shifting to re-adjust herself to sit in a way that wouldn’t squeeze her teats. They’d been filling up faster and faster the past month or so.. Both had grown much larger, becoming tight and full more consistently as her milk production rapidly sped up. There were times where she would just start dripping unexpectedly as well at really inopportune, public moments.

Even though she was less bothered about it happening over time it still irked Scootaloo, especially when she didn’t notice; usually growing that full of milk would be painful. The magic in her body suppressed that sensation down to a mild ache which had led to some un-planned spillages, soaked ponies, and ruined outfits.

“Ugh! So early in the day too,” Scootaloo griped. “We should stop at Sweet Apple Acres now and just get this over with before it gets too annoying to deal with.”

“Alright let’s hea-” Rumble paused as the buffet table magically floated up and past his nose, “head over. I think it’s still before noon. Once that’s over with we’ll have the whole rest of the day.”

Scootaloo stood upright, shaking her mane and tail before spreading her incredible wings wide. The wingspan on those flappers had breached forty feet.

“Flying?” Rumble cocked his head. “You sure?

“I kind of don’t want to walk when I’m this full, and my teats are just going to bounce and spray everywhere if I do,” Scootaloo sighed. “Don’t really feel like leaving a trail of milk all the way down to the farm…”

Scootaloo flapped her wings, flattening the shrubbery with the gusts of wind brought about by her liftoff and soared towards Sweet Apple Acres.

Rumble spread his wings, turned and around and apologized to the two chefs blasted backwards by the unexpected take-off, and pursued after her.

The Sweet Apple Acres barn had been freshly repainted the past month. It shone as brilliantly in the sunlight as the ruby red delicious apples dotting the hundreds of trees in the surrounding orchards. A small cluster of salt-and-pepper colored chickens made way as Scootaloo touched down onto the trail leading up to the barn. One of the roosters clucked irritably at being disturbed and gave her an ineffective peck on the leg before flapping away in a trail of dust.

Rumble landed beside her as she slow trotted up the small hill to the barn. As they approached the barn door he glanced up to catch a frown crease her face.

“Stomach hurting again?”

“Actually, I’m just annoyed about being just shy of twenty feet,” Scootaloo muttered, the tips of her ears brushing against the top of the barn door frame. “Really wanted that milestone.”

“Nineteen foot ten inches is still impressive though,” offered Rumble, as he trotted in next to her. He spotted the large custom made pump and steel drums in the back from last session. They seemed polished clean even in the dim light of the barn. It really was a blessing that Applejack was both pretty handy with tools and not very squeamish. Draining herself of milk manually was a nightmare with Rumble’s clumsy hoofs.

“Yeah… but twenty is such a nice number,” Scootaloo halted once she was fully inside the dimly lit barn. There didn’t seem to be any cattle here. “Applejack? Are you in here? Cause I didn’t see you in the orchard when I flew in.”

“She’s out at the market today!” rang out an all too familiar voice. Applebloom rounded the corner from one of the stalls wearing a cute bandana with pink hearts dotted on the fabric, saddlebags full of towels and detergents. “But ahm here runnin’ the farm while she’s out!”

“Applebloom!?” Scootaloo twisted her head back, instinctually eyeing the exit as Applebloom pranced over. “Uhh, didn’t expect to see you here!”

Scootaloo turned her head back around, the end of her long mane swinging right into her diminutive friend.

THWOMF

“SORRY! I’m sorry about that!” Scootaloo pulled her mane back and flung it behind her. “Are you okay?!”

“Ahm fine,” assured Applebloom, shaking her head. “It’s just hair. Ahm made of tougher stuff than that.” The redhead turned to Rumble and punched his leg. “How y’all been doing, stud?”

“Good!” He replied, resisting the urge to rub that spot on his foreleg. Despite her small size she was still a darn strong earth pony. “Good as ever! Just living life one crazy day at a time!”

“Crazy is how damn big Scootaloo is,” remarked Applebloom, dismantling her saddlebag and circling around her titanic friend. The size of her was something nopony could really get used to. Applebloom still hadn’t. She barely came up to the top of Scootaloo’s hoof!

“What brings y’all here today?” she asked out loud, lips curled in a knowing smirk.

“Uhm, y’know how it is, just for uh, to drop in and say hello!” Scootaloo stammered, trying to keep an eye on her tiny friend.

“Uh-huh,” Applebloom paused, then continued circling. She was almost past Scootaloos belly. “Anything else?”

“Apples!” Scootaloo exclaimed brightly. “Bushels of apples! To pick up and snack on later! Yeah! You can just point me to those apples and we’ll uh, have what we needed!”

Just as Applebloom was about to see Scootaloos backside the huge mare attempted to shuffle sideways and rotate her body away, but all she accomplished was having her magnificent flanks jiggle spectacularly, causing her legs to bear down on her over-ripe breasts. A powerful jet of her milk sprayed out onto the floor.

“Uuurrrrggghhh,” Scootaloo flushed red, a tidal wave of embarrassment crashing through her as Applebloom giggled somewhere down below. She wished her damn teats weren’t so over-stuffed. That she could notice better when they were full. That she had bothered to check before today if Applejack woul-

“Hey did you hear me? Ah said ahm just pullin’ your leg!” Applebloom called up.

Scootaloo blinked back to reality. “Huh?”

“My sis told me I’d probably have to ‘drain the lakes’ today if ah stuck around,” Applebloom gestured to the milking machine behind her. “Jus’ get yerself situated over yonder while ah set it up!”

Scootaloo watched open mouthed as one of her best friends pranced over to the overlarge suction machine.

Rumble darted up to Scootaloo and hovered by her head.

“If this is too weird we can just go. I can try to like, use my hooves again,” whispered Rumble.

“No way,” Scootaloo hissed, trying to keep her voice low. “Your hooves are way too rough for that. I’m delicate!”

“You’re almost nine tons of pony,” Rumble shot back. “No part of you is delicate!”

“You know what I meant,” snapped Scootaloo, eying Applebloom in the corner. “Not all pain that I could possibly feel was dulled. The spell was made that way for a reason.”

Rumble mumbled something about semantics but then directed Scootaloos gaze to the milking apparatus. It was set neatly on the floor beside a small stack of crates.

“Well… what do you want to do?” queried Rumble.

Scootaloo bit her lip. The tight, uncomfortable feeling was painful. Going to visit Twilight or Starlight could possibly allow for some magical relief. Across town. While leaking like a garden hose all over the ground and anypony who happened to be within ten feet of her.

“C’mon now! Ahm all prepped for ya!” Applebloom beckoned.

There was also the plausibility that neither of them would even be present. Lately it seemed those two were impossible to catch a moment with. Not to mention all the excursions they would end up going on. Scootaloo pawed at the ground while considering all her options.

“You suuuure this won’t be too weird?” winced Scootaloo, peering down at Applebloom.

“Scoots… y’all are like twenty feet tall and super pregnant and I’m about to milk ya. Course it’s weird! But yer one of my best friends… and an apple always helps a friend!” Applebloom said with genuine heart in her voice.

“Plus, it’s jus’ like milking a big ol’ cow! I’ve milked cows since I was a filly!” she added.

“I’m going to… stay,” breathed Scootaloo, her voice simultaneously defeated and relieved.

With a hot blush on her face she stepped over towards Applebloom, every step rattling the numerous metal pieces of farm equipment hanging on the walls. Some even fell off and clanged noisily to the ground.

“Can’t y’all walk any lighter than that?” Applebloom said dryly. “Ah just polished and hung those up.”

“Just be glad I’m a pegasus and not any other kind of pony or I’d be even heavier,” Scootaloo retorted, gracefully rotating in place to assume the position she’d taken every other time with the older Apple mare.

“If you were any other pony ah don’t think I’d be here doin’ this,” replied Applebloom with a wry grin. At this angle she was facing Scootaloo with the barn wall to her back. The enormity of Scootaloos body blocked all the sunlight streaming in through the barn door. Still, there was enough ambient light inside for the job to get done.

“Hold… hold still while I do this,” gulped Applebloom once her friend had settled into place. While she had experience this was still a daunting task; most mares teats only got as big as cabbages while pregnant. The pendulous monsters filling Appleblooms vision were a whole different story. Each one was bigger than she was. Bigger than her brother. Possibly even bigger than Rumble was. The fattened, dark nipples and areola were dripping copious streams of milk, streaming down in criss-cross lines across the tightly stretched flesh. Each one looked to be the size of a small plate and stood a few inches up in the air.

“Uhh… yeeeaaah. Rumble. Ahm gonna need your help with this.” Applebloom said flatly.

Rumble landed next to the small mare. She motioned towards the other side of the cup and explained briefly what she wanted him to do. Applebloom jumped atop the double stacked crate next to Scootaloo.

“Ah got this end!” Applebloom grasped her hooves around the lip of one clear cup as it set around one of the behemoth breasts. They were both leaking a thin steady pressurized jet of milk. Her balance was thrown of momentarily and Applebloom braced herself against the side of the engorged breast. “Now push up from below! Hard! It needs to grip!”

Scootaloo kicked her hind leg backwards on the extended lever. The air intake nozzle atop the machine whirred to life. In an instant the lip of the cup was holding fast to Scootaloos teat. The giantess flinched, her massive wings twitching every so often on her back from all the attention. As they firmly secured the suction nozzle Rumble noticed the massive leaking nipple stiffening up through the clear glass followed by a massive gush of milk jettisoning against the glass.

“Next one! Move that there stack of crates over to this side while ahm prepping the second tank.” ordered Applebloom, trying to keep her head straight while the sound of gallons of liquid roared past her ear.

While the grey stallion pushed those crates to the other side, Applebloom stole a moment to watch awestruck as the pump worked its magic. Every forceful motion seemed to draw out a fire hydrants worth of milk. Another thing Applebloom noticed were the tiny gasps Scootaloo was making far above her.

“Nhh, Ah! Oh!” murmured Scootaloo. Usually when she had this done the process was slower, gentler, with less force. This pumping felt far more efficient and rough. Gallons of milk were pouring out of her with ever rhythmic roll of the machine. It was a kind of roughness she hadn’t felt since she was much shorter than now. She shuddered, her tunnel feeling slick as more and more milk drained from her massive mammary.

“Okay now this one!” Scootaloo cried out, her long red tail whipping behind her back as she jumped and swiveled on the crate.

The floor of the barn beneath the second one was damp with warm milk already. Rumbles fetlocks were dark and plastered wet against his hooves. He reared back and pushed the plastic cup upwards.

At that exact moment, Scootaloo had shifted on her hooves, causing her teat to swing slightly outward. This resulted in Rumble not only applying pressure but also pointing her already dripping nipple right at Applebloom.

A powerful gush of milk blasted the earth pony backwards off the crate.

“Whoa!” yelped Applebloom, disappearing over the edge. A wet splat followed shortly afterward.

“AB!?” Rumble dropped the cup and galloped around, where the sodden Applebloom lay in a pile of white cream. “Are you hurt?”

“Gross!” exclaimed Applebloop, tossing her moppy mane out of her eyes. She deftly tied the soaked bandana around to see properly. “I’m good by the way. S’not like ahm made of glass…”

“That’s my bad… she moved and I wasn’t looking,” Rumble said, completely embarrassed. He pulled Applebloom to her hooves with one tug and stood back as she shook herself dry best she could.

They both glanced up towards Scootaloo. The titanic mare hadn’t noticed anything amiss. That look of bliss on her face was almost comical.

“Alright. Let’s get this over with so ah can go take a bath,” Applebloom trudged back to the cups with Rumble in tow. In seconds they made up all their lost progress. Unfortunately this time the titanic tit they were handling was much slicker from all the milk.

“It’s not taking!” complained Applebloom, who was struggling to hold it steady. The cup wouldn’t hold long enough for the suction to grab. Neither did the milk spurting out like a full force garden hose.

“Just. Alright.” Rumble hooked his leg around the crate closest to him and pulled it right below. “Okay now I’ll get on the one side, and you and me will both pull upwards and hold until it doesn’t fall off.”

“Let’s do it,” Applebloom reared up and bent forwards, leaning in and then pulling upwards once she felt Rumble’s side level out. It was not fastening, and Applebloom pressed her chest and head up against Scootaloo while pulling as hard as possible.

With her head pressed against the side of that massive teat the realization of what she was doing boomeranged back at her. Here she was, trying to properly milk her giant pregnant childhood best friend in the family barn. Having her left ear smushed against the firm skin of Scootaloos breast also meant she could vaguely here the sloshing, churning noise of all that milk bottled up inside there. It was vaguely akin to sticking an ear in a seashell on the beach.

Rumble heaved mightily and managed to slip the contraption on securely. Instantly the pump began sucking away greedily at the over-engorged breast and caused Scootaloo to bounce from the dual sensations. Naturally, Applebloom slid down and landed next to Rumble with a soft thud.

“Don’t even ask if ahm okay,” Applebloom raised her hoof up. “Ahm… gonna need a minute.”

“I’ll grab a towel,” Rumble blurted out, trotting away from the soaked mare.

Applebloom simple leaned back in a daze and gawked at this massive pony who used to be a head shorter than she was.

Seconds later a faded blue cotton towel landed in her lap. Applebloom furiously dried herself off best she could and climbed atop the small crate nearby as the room was filled with the sounds of mechanical churning and soft cooing.

A minute dragged on in silence as the two smaller ponies idly watched.

“Sooo…” Rumble began, “How’s the farm treating ya?”

Roughly ten minutes later the pump had drained every last drop. Applebloom had marched over and shut off the machine, both cups clattering to the ground and snapping Scootaloo out of pleasure land. After getting the quick rundown of what she had accidentally done the massive mare was practically tripping over herself in apology.

“It’s fine, really, ah do dirty work all day and this was no different,” Applebloom assured, hugging Scootaloos big concerned face.

“Really, super sorry… but thanks for helping me empty my ladies back there. It was really uncomfortable and well, it felt like I was making you uncomfortable y’know?” said Scootaloo, sweat still rolling down her face from the exertion.

“You did seem kind of terse,” Rumble said with concern in his voice.

Applebloom blew a raspberry. “Ah was only mad at myself for betting Applejack ah could handle Scoots with nothin’ goin’ wrong. This was the only challenging chore ah had all morning!”

“Ohhhh” Rumble and Scootaloo said in unison.

“So don’t mind me. Y’all take care now!” Applebloom grinned brightly.

Reassured that her friendship wasn’t accidentally ruined, Scootaloo returned that smile and walked through the open barn door. Rumble flew after her and both were on their way.

“Whew,” Applebloom wiped the sweat off her brow. “That turned out messier than ah thought.”

Her gaze traveled forlornly to the many fallen tools on the ground, over to the large dark patch where all that milk soaked in, and then to the huge stainless steel drums that were absolutely brimming with warm milk.

Applebloom gazed at them curiously and licked her lips.

“I WANNA RUT!”

A flock of startled whipporwhills burst out of a nearby chestnut tree and flew away in a panic.

“Broadcasting that to the whole town is not going to help your libido,” joked Rumble, trotting next to Scootaloo as she walked a stead pace.

“Good thing we aren’t in town, dummy,” snorted Scootaloo, glancing down at him.

After immediately departing Sweet Apple Acres they both had decided that some fresh air was in order. Whitetail Woods was a only a short length away. Unlike the apple trees in the orchard all these trees were old growth. They were roughly Scootaloos height or taller, which meant the massive mare only needed to weave around low hanging branches occasionally.

“C’mon, I can’t just simmer down after THAT!” Scootaloo pressed on, wiggling her huge flanks at Rumble. “Help a mare out will you?”

The sight of that prestigious ass never failed to be arousing. It was filled out, round, well-muscled rear layered with just the right amount of fat to drive any stallion mad. Rumble had even commented he loved the way it spread out when she sat on it. He felt himself getting stiff.

“I don’t know if your ass can handle all of what I’m packing,” Rumble grinned, picking up the pace of his trot.

“In your dreams, short stuff!” Scootaloo laughed, leaning her body forwards to really stretch her long, chiseled legs. “My ass has years of experience and now I’ve got the height advantage!”

Rumble nickered at her. “Bet I can make both those cutie marks jiggle with just one slap.”

Scootaloo twisted her flank a bit at him to show off her cutie mark. Each one was stretched bigger than most actual shields in Canterlot Castle.

“Quit making me antsy and do something already! That milking I got half an hour ago made me horny and ready to screw! Am I getting a rutting or what?” demanded Scootaloo, stopping suddenly in the path. The teasing from her partner had ended.

“Probably not,” sighed Rumble after a few seconds. “It’s not like you would enjoy it.”

“C’mon! I totally would!” Scootaloo wheeled around and bent down to look at her diminutive husband. “Just. Try that position you did at the end of the night last weekend. That felt kinda good!”

“Scoot…” Rumble frowned, looked away, and then back at her pining violet eyes. “It felt good because that was my foreleg shoved in there. Which wasn’t great for me when you squeezed it.”

At Scootaloos new record height lovemaking was all but impossible for the pair. Even his impressive length couldn’t please a mare that large. Even his leg, while well muscled and long, was only a slight improvement over his piece. Based on his wifes overall size it was a safe assumption that the only cock that could please her would be one roughly the length and girth of a tree trunk. An exemplary one at that.

It was a sharp contrast to a few years ago where he could barely fit half his member inside of her.

“Oh… well. It felt. Better than, y’know,” Scootaloo flattened her ears, struggling to think of something to say.

“Maybeeeeee we should talk about adjusting your size with magic,” Rumble winced as he said it. This was not a popular discussion between them since the start of her second pregnancy.

“Pfft. I want to talk about making YOU bigger for ME!” Scootaloo exclaimed, standing up to her full height.

“Scoots…” Rumble began.

“Come on! You’ll love it up here!” continued Scootaloo. “You’ll be huge! You’ll have Equestrias biggest penis! We’ll have some really AWESOME sex together! And then we can grow together during my third pregnancy! We can ha-”

“We have a lot of little ones to take care of!” Rumble shouted up to her. “How can we do that when we’re both bigger than houses!”

“Oh! We can use magic to make them bigger too,” said Scootaloo nonchalantly, turning away from Rumble to blow a tree branch out of her face. She turned back and her nose bumped into his.

“Scootaloo. Come on,” he drifted backwards, forelegs crossed. “We have to at least talk about this seriously once. For more than a minute.”

“I’d rather do anything else,” harrumphed Scootaloo, turning her nose up at him in mock haughtiness.

“Like what?” Rumble raised an eyebrow.

“Anything.”

“Anything?” he replied.

Scootaloo held her nose up in the air and nodded.

Rumble rolled his eyes.

“How about instead of talking together we just go down on each other in the middle of the forest pathWHOA!”

Scootaloo darted forwards, opened her mouth wide and closed her lips around Rumbles entire package. Balls and all.

“I was being sarcAaAaAaasst….” Rumble leaned forwards and gripped Scootaloos mane. She was always talented with her tongue. Even before the first pregnancy. Now that she had a tongue longer than his erection it meant she could give the most amazing blowjobs known to ponykind. She was expertly licking and curling her tongue around his rapidly hardening shaft, coaxing it to full mast almost instantly.

“Scoot, please,” he felt himself throbbing hard already. That warm wet tongue was everywhere. Flicking the head of his cock. Lathering his balls. He felt her tongue slide over and press his entire length down, lightly sandwiching his penis in wet sticky warmth. Rumble bucked softly. She was so talented that already he could feel himself flaring.

Scootaloo continued dancing her tongue around his shaft for another minute while using every tongue truck she knew. It was so easy at this size. Rumble was gasping now, his wings flapping faster and faster. Scootaloo curled the tip of her tongue halfway up his shaft, flicked it, sucked very gently and started to hum

“AH! Ah! NGH!” Rumble absolutely exploded inside her mouth, shooting ropes of cum onto her tongue while thrusting forwards in ecstasy.

The familiar taste of him made Scootaloo giggle softly through her humming as the inside of her mouth got blasted with his seed. After roughly a dozen shots Rumbles panting slowed, his twitching stopped and Scootaloo gently cupped him with her hoof (he was still too big to really fit in it comfortably), released his softening stallionhood and lowered him to the ground.

After twenty seconds of panting Rumble looked up at Scootaloo smiling over him. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show him the pearly mess of goop that pooled on it, before closing her maw to swallow his load in a single, tiny gulp.

“I remember when...you used to… gag on half of that,” Rumble said, his voice distant.

Scootaloo simply smirked, her mirthful expression drilling into the tuckered out stallion.

“Yes, it was amazing. It always… always is,” Rumble finally said, throwing his hooves up in defeat.

“That’s what I figured,” Scootaloo purred, bending down to nuzzle his chest. “Can only do that at my size… do you really want my amazing super blowies to just end?”

Rumble brought his right hoof up to cradle her head and kissed her lightly on the lips, holding it for several quiet seconds.

“If it’s better for our family. Yes,” he said with conviction, his violet eyes locked with hers.

Scootaloo simply looked at him as he continue to speak but she was lost in thought. Wondering, really, if maybe her desires of being so large were making her selfish. Her foals were so little still and she was so big that already this size had its share of complications and hangups. Accommodating her was causing more and more issues in life. Issues with friends. With family… with her marriage… with her foals.

“Alright! Hold on!” Scootaloo interrupted whatever Rumble was saying. Familiar pain was welling up inside her but she chose to ignore it.

“Yeah Scoots?” asked Rumble.

“You like me big though, right? All the time I kept getting bigger?” Scootaloo asked, furrowing her brow.

“Absolutely. It was exciting to watch and to be a part of for a long while,” Rumble admitted without hesitation. “But then, you got too big somewhere along the past year, and after that you kept growing and growing,” he paused, noticing Scootaloo was gritting her teeth as he spoke. “You’ve gotten too big for us, and we can’t do some of the things we liked doing together anymore. Not feasibly. And if you keep going I don’t want to be left behind….Scootaloo?”

“NNNNNNNNNNRRRRRRGGH,” Scootaloo growled, bowed her head, and then there was a faint noise followed by a splash somewhere behind them.

Rumble flicked an ear. “What was that?”

Scootaloo tilted her head up, pupils shrank to pinpricks.

“My water just broke.”

“ALL HOOVES ON DECK!”

The head stallion at the horsepital galloped down the hall. He was frantic.A weeks worth of prep had to be done immediately and there weren’t enough bodies to go around. He skidded to a stop at the break room and stuck his neck through the push door.

“You two! Get your scrubs on and hoof it down to the east wing! PRONTO!” he ordered, before running off.

“What the hay is he on about?” asked a nurse, downing the rest of her coffee.
“Whatever it is, I’m not going to end up being reprimanded for blowing him off,” one of the other nurses said morosely, pulling her uniform back on. Both nurses grabbed their face masks and galloped down the hall. Several other ponies were rushing past them. The two nurses looked at each other in concern and picked up the pace.

At the end of the wing where all the activity seemed to be flowing was the specially built temporary room with the huge sliding glass door and curtains. Since being put up it was mostly random storage and a quiet place to sneak away for break. Now it was the nexus of activity in the building. Once the two mares entered the doorway they discovered why.

“WHYYYY DOES IT HUUURRRT!” A giant mare was laying in the middle of the room atop numerous cushions and sheets, her massively pregnant belly heaving and rippling like an overfilled water balloon. The purple mane and hair of hers was being magically bundled by some of the other nurses and two of the pegasi were attempting to clamp her wings down.

“That must be Scootaloo,” they said in unison, all at once realizing why all hooves were on deck. A doctor bumped into them and snapped the pair back into the situation.

“FIRST ONE’S COMING!” yelled a doctor somewhere between Scootaloos twitching legs. Magic binding apparated above his ears, several of the unicorn nurses banding together to restrain her powerful legs.

Rumble was right by Scootaloos head attempting to soothe his giant wife. A daunting task considering the amount of pain she was in.

“AUUUUUUGH!” she cried out, her breathing rapid. “This. REALLY. HUUUUURTS!”

Tears welled at the corners of her eyes, streaming down her face onto Rumbles hoof. Even his best efforts to console his wife couldn’t dull this feeling.

“It’s going to be alright. Just breath and push! Just like the first time,” Rumble soothed, cradling her head as she wheezed.

“The first time didn’t hurt so badly,” she huffed, her labored breathing rolling over Rumbles chest in rapid hot puffs. “Isn’t that… magic spell… supposed to dull this?”

Rumble bit his tongue.

“What you’re feeling might be the dulled sensation?” offered Rumble.

“GRAAAAH!” Scootaloo half yelled half groaned. It was like a train was bearing down on her vagina and she just couldn’t get it through. Sweat was beading on her forehead. Every other second the walls of her massive belly would swell and contract with the force of her pushing.

Scootaloo groaned and her breathing hitched. She squeezed her eyes shut and pu-u-ushed as hard she could muster. There was a sensation of release beneath her and she felt something finally give.

“The foal is out!” shouted a unicorn behind them, followed by several light gasps and then, the soft mewling cries of their newborn foal.

“Wha- What’s wrong?” Scootaloo gasped, trying to recover from the effort. “Is our foal okay?”

“It -She’s okay. A healthy young filly,” said one of the nurses, her voice a little shaken.

Rumble galloped around his wifes heaving belly to look at his newborn and halted in his tracks.

“Why are you all so quiet?!” Scootaloo yelled frantically, already feeling another foal coming. “Rumble?!”

“Our foal is fine!” shouted Rumble, a white towel magically flying past his head to wrap around the baby filly, who was bawling lightly. “She’s just… uh. Just-”

“Big,” finished one of the doctors.

The light blue pegasus foal was big. Bigger than any foal ever born in the hospital. Or even the country. Even held aloft with magic Rumble could tell the filly was comparable in size to the adult average sized mares huddled around it.

A rasped pained cry snapped the group back to Scootaloo.

“Here comes the second foal!”

Twenty-Eight agonizing minutes later Scootaloo and Rumble were cuddled around their eleven newborn foals, each one mostly asleep and pressed against their weary mother. Each foal was indeed roughly the same size as the average mare. The colts were slightly larger. All of them were Pegasi.

“It’s magic,” Scootaloo said suddenly.

Rumble blinked, looking up at her. “Huh?”

“All that magic in me… it must’ve gotten into them,” Scootaloo smiled warmly, tousling one of her foals short mussy multi-colored mane. “That’s why I didn’t get as big as I thought I would. That’s why everything hurt this time.”

Rumble’s head was still spinning from earlier. He trotted closer to their newborn foals and laid down near them. He could scarecely imagine how they were going to handle them all. Their first four are still a hoof-ful.

“I’m okay with it,” said Scootaloo firmly. “I’m okay with being… smaller. For the kids,” she looked down to meet his eyes. “For us.”

“That’s not something I thought I’d ever hear you say,” Rumble said softly, a small smile crossing his face.

“But not too small!” added Scootaloo quickly, her wings ruffling in excitement.

Rumble chuckled. “What were you thinking when you said small?”

“Half,” Scootaloo said, glancing upwards as if thinking about it. “Maybe a little over half what I am now...what?” she scoffed, catching Rumble rolling his eyes. “With foals this big they’re still going to need a big momma!”

“And you’ll still be the biggest mare alive,” Rumble chuckled, standing up and trotting to his wife and meeting each other in a sweet kiss.

They held it for a a good half-minute, breaking slowly to look eye-to-eye.

“You know you’re going to miss my super blowies,” she grinned, pecking his cheek.

“I’ll live,” Rumble laughed. “But we’ll have something else we’ve both been missing.”

They settled together, snuggled up peacefully amongst their children, who were now fast asleep.

“Rumble,” whispered Scootaloo.

“Yeah Scoots?”

“I still want more babies.”