Big Mare, Bigger Family

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.