A shiver ran through Moondancer as the warmth grew. It swam around inside her belly, making her tingle in places that she very rarely felt. It was actually rather pleasurable, like she was being teased from the inside of her body.

Lighting her horn, she gently probed at the spells to see what was happening. The magic was still there, laying heavily on her womb yet entwined with what she presumed to be Spike’s potion. The combination was growing stronger by the moment, so she carefully she formed a spell to stop it, pressing the new spell down over the old one.

The growing power flared even stronger.

“OH!” A second climax crashed into Moondancer, juices gushing out between her legs as she let out a high-pitched cry. Spike jumped back with a yelp and pulled his hand away as he saw the soft light in her belly reappear though her pelt.

Moondancer tried to concentrate, to cut off the flow of magic to the spell, but she couldn’t focus through the waves of pleasure. She grabbed the bedding, yanking at it as her tail trashed under her arched body.

“I’ll get help,” Spike said, moving to get out of bed.

“NO!” Moondancer snatched his wrist, squeezing it and pulling him back towards her. “S-Stay here,” she gasped. The glow coming from her belly was starting to flicking and ripple, the power pulling back down inside of her and coalescing into a hard ball. “Don’t spoil this…”

She could tell the spell was still growing, the power increasing and turning inwards, focusing solely on her womb. Soon the glow faded away completely as the waves of pleasure finally dissipated, and Moondancer relaxed back down onto the bed with a shuddering sigh.

“Is it over?” Spike asked. He put a hand back on her belly to find that the warmth was still there, but not as strong as before.

“N-Not yet.” The flow of magic into the spell wasn’t growing stronger anymore, but it wasn’t getting any weaker, either. Yet strangely, Moondancer couldn’t quite feel where the magic was going. The spell was tucked into itself like a turtle in its shell, and she couldn’t sense inside of it!

But she definitely felt something happening in her belly. Something big. She felt her gut wriggle again just in time to feel the skin ripple under her fur, then a short moment later, her womb started to swell. It was small at first, just a growing pressure from deep below her navel, but it was fast enough that she knew that’s what it was. She lightly pressed her hands down more to feel it expanding inside and out.

Spike noticed what she was doing and pressed in the same place, frowning at what he felt. “What is that?”

It was suddenly so obvious.“I’m pregnant!” Moondancer broke into a huge grin. “Spike… we did it!”

It took Spike a second, but when it did, his smile was even bigger than hers. “Oh my gosh,” he gently rubbed her belly. “Oh my gosh!”

Moondancer could still feel it growing under her touch. It was moving forward quickly, and if she had to guess, she was already two months along. She took Spike’s hand and held it in place as her baby bump started to show. “Hold still or you’ll miss it, silly.”

He blinked in surprise, looking down at his hand as it slowly rose more and more with her every breath. “Are you… whoa. I mean, how fast?”

Moondancer moved to snuggle up with Spike. “I don’t know. It could be a few months… or I could give birth tonight.” She pulled him down for a kiss. The magic was still rolling into the spell, yet it left her with a warm comfortable feeling. “Don’t worry, all spells of this nature have safeguards for the mother and the foal. If anything, those safeguards are likely even more powerful now that the effects are amplified.”

But Spike was still torn. “I’m not sure we should just sit back while this happens. We should at least tell somepony, shouldn’t we? Maybe I could send a letter to Twilight—”

Moondancer cut him off with another kiss, this one deep and hungry. Spike melted into her touch as the curve of her belly continued to rise upwards, her navel being pushed along with it.

“It will be fine,” she whispered into his mouth. “Just be here. I want you to experience this with me.”

“Yeah, but if you’re about to give birth…” he paused as the implication of that seemed to sink in.

“The hospital is two blocks away.” With a laugh Moondancer kissed him again, her hands still on her belly, rubbing over it as it showed no signs of stopping. They made out together with rising fervor as the seconds passed, soft sounds of desire escaping both of them.

It was rising up before her very eyes like bread in an oven, the curve of it growing larger by the moment. She guessed she had hit about four months, and the comforting weight was beginning to push down and press her further into the bed.

“This is amazing,” Spike said, rubbing the lower curve of her belly. The skin felt tight under his fingers, yet the fur was unblemished by any stretch marks in her skin. “I can’t believe this is happening…”

“Help me sit up,” said Moondancer. She reached up to grab his shoulder, using it to pull herself upwards. Spike was quick to slide an arm around her shoulder and move up behind her, pressing up against her back and allowing her to put some of her weight on him.

Moondancer leaned back against Spike, leaning back to smile up at him. He returned the smile and leaned down to kiss her as both of their hands moved down to rub her growing belly. It was pleasantly warm under her fur, pulsing ever so slightly but enough that they could feel it on their fingers.

A moment later, Moondancer felt something moving inside of her. It was only the smallest of movements, but she felt it right under her navel. She took Spike’s palm and moved it there, holding it in place as the movement came again.

“There she is,” she said in almost a whisper. “Can you—”

She was about to say more when she felt another flutter of movement down lower.

Then another… and another!

Small movements were breaking out all over the inside of her womb, and it couldn’t have just been from one foal. On impulse, Moondancer cast a familiar spell, one every unicorn mare learned when they were in their teens. The gray glow of magic floated from her horn and drifted downwards before hanging over her belly. The spell spread out, thinning into almost nothing… before a single bright light formed just above her fur. It was followed moments later by second… then a third…

Before long, a whopping seven points of light were floating above her growing belly.

“Oh my…” Moondancer stared at the small moats of light that flickered and danced before fading away. She rubbed her belly with her hand, her ears twitching as she took it all in.

“What were those lights?” Spike asked.

Moondancer wet her dry lips. She just looked up at him and squeaked out a single word. “F-Foals.”

“Foals…”Spike trailed off. “That’s… th-that’s a lot of babies.”

She nodded, letting out a gasp as her growth continued. The force of it was building up under her belly button, slowly pushing it outwards even as the weight of her womb started to settle on her thighs. She had no idea how far along she was anymore, having no idea just how big a mare was supposed to get with so many. Definitely not as far as she’d thought, that was for sure.

Moondancer looked down at her belly as it as it grew ever-larger, rising up under her breasts and starting to lift them. It was curving outwards over her legs, already halfway to her knees and showing no sign of stopping. She ran her hands down over her sides as her bump was started to bulge out wider then she was.

“We’re going to have a family,” she murmured.

Then the spell did something new. There was a jolt as the feeling of the magic reached upwards, past the top of Moondancer belly to concentrate now in her breasts. Her nipples snapped outwards, growing rock hard in a moment and causing her to gasp and moan.

Spike looked down and saw the diamond hard tits capping his marefriend’s breasts. He lifted a hand off her expanding belly to cup one of them and squeeze as they swelled even larger against his fingers. He rubbed and pulled her nipple with gentle care, and his efforts made Moondancer moan even more.

“Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop!” She didn’t want to take her hands off her belly, her fingers interlaced across the lowest point of it, but it was getting harder to reach with every passing moment. She rolled her head back to rest against his shoulder, her breath coming in full, deep inhales that kept her skin a healthy shade.

Spike kissed up and down the side of her neck while cupping and fondling her tits. He relished how the soft flesh deformed around his fingers, even while remaining firm and pushing back against him as they continued to plump up.

Moondancer was in heaven. Spike’s squeezes and rubs only added to the amazing sensation from her expanding belly, and it was all combining to form her third peak of the night. She could feel each breast getting heavier as it expanded, her nipples swelling thicker and fatter between Spike’s nimble fingers. It wasn’t long before his efforts resulted in a sudden trickle from both sides, but neither of them were exactly surprised.

Spike collected a few drops of milk on his finger and took a taste. “Oh, it’s sweet!”

“Let me taste?” She could feel each of their seven foals moving inside her now, wriggling and kicking as they grew. It was caused her belly’s shape to shift and bulge, rarely remaining still from moment to moment. Her fingers were slowly being pushed apart by her belly as it pushed down over her legs almost to knees, yet the realization of that made her giddy for some reason…

Spike collected a few more drops on his finger and lifted it up to Moondancer’s mouth, so close she could smell it. She sucked on the finger and found that her milk did indeed taste sweet, sweet with a hint of vanilla underlying it.

“Mmmm…” she ran her tongue all around his claw and nuzzled the crook of his neck.

Spike slowly pulled her finger free of her mouth with a soft pop, then went back to rubbing at her breasts as they grew even heavier with fresh bounty. They hadn’t stopped getting larger, and now they sank down to rest comfortably atop her mammoth belly. The pressure inside of them was cause small dribbles to leak out, soaking her fur but yet still growing bigger, reaching the size of her head and then some.

The growth of her belly soon pulled her fingers apart, and soon after that, her fingers were far enough that they no longer touched. The weight of her impending motherhood pressed heavily down on her legs, the bed creaking as it tried to hold up her impressive fertility. She couldn’t tell for sure, but she guessed she might have doubled in weight just in her belly alone, and she wasn’t even done growing yet…

A shiver ran down the length of Moondancer’s spine, and the power of the spell suddenly increased in a sharp crescendo that pushed her over the edge. She cried out as her belly grew a few more inches in a single moment before the magic at last quieted down, the mighty surge at last, coming to an end. She slumped down against Spike, letting him take all of her now considerable weight against him.

“That was amazing,” she said, almost in a whisper. She felt better than she could ever remember, but now she also felt more tired than she could remember. She sagged heavily against Spike and sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.

All Spike could do was nod, his hands dropping down to feel her belly. Her pelt was soft under his fingers, soft yet firm at the same. He just stared at the results of the magic, not quite able to really comprehend just how large she had become. The only thing he could compare it to was Zecora’s culdron, but even that wasn’t quite big enough.

He pulled his eyes away and looked at her. “We should probably go get somepony,” he suggested.

Moondancer yawned. “In the morning…” Slowly she drifted off, their unborn children doing the same. This wasn’t what she had expected when the night started, but it just felt so right to her. Being nearly at term with seven children… it was more than she could have ever asked for.

Spike sighed. He knew they’d have to see a doctor in the morning to see when she was due, but perhaps sleep was for the best. Right now, they could relax and fall asleep in each other’s arms, dreaming of what the next day would hold for all nine of them.

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This story was written and copyright 2017 by Theo Winters, reposting and archiving are allowed as long as this copyright notice and the author's name are not removed. This story cannot be published without permission of the author. Violators will be impregnated.

Author's Note

Written for the Jingle Bellies Art Pack