Big Mare, Bigger 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.”