The Best Possible Outcome

The Best Possible Outcome

Chapter 2

“Happiness, like a great number of things involving the psyche, is subjective. We all share the same base wants and desires, but beyond those, the ‘perfect’ scenario is impossible to define. I’ve encountered instances where two nigh-identical mental constructs are a dream for one pony, but a nightmare for another. What it comes down to is something my mother was fond of saying: ‘It’s up to each of us to figure out what makes us happy."

- Princess Luna, Trials and Tribulations Through the Dreamscape, Chapter 9

Velvet awoke to a warmth in her nethers.

The hospital room was dark, although it only looked dim to her eyes. She could hear Night’s deep breathing from the extra large cot on the floor, the plain white of his blankets looking oddly bright. She couldn’t quite make out the clock, but the window outside was black, not a single shred of light leaking in from the curtains.

Velvet sat up with ease. She reached for the water at her bedside... only to stop dead at the lightness and hollow feeling in her—

Oh, right. Birth.

How many foals did that make now? Twenty-three? No, twenty-five with Twilight and Shining. Twenty-five beautiful children, all thanks to her beloved Nighty. It’d been twins this time, identical boys they’d named Zenith and Zander. Their coats were scarlet with three-toned manes of grey, purple, and blue, and their eyes were a brilliant gold like Night’s. They’d been born fifteen hours apart (meaning for the first time, Velvet had needed another dose of Celestia’s labor spell) but once the all-clear was given, the newborns were taken to the ward while Mommy and Daddy got some rest.

Velvet smiled up at the ceiling. They should probably look into a second addition to the house. The first addition had tacked on fifteen extra bedrooms, but almost half of those were being used already. Perhaps they’d build up this time rather than out, turn the place into a full-on castle. They were royalty by proxy, after all…

A sudden grunt drew her attention back to Night. His outline was quite apparent through his white blanket like a marble sculpture. He’d grown over the years thanks to Celestia’s special ritual, going from an averaged-sized stallion to a well-built goliath. His sleek frame was like a mustang’s, with powerful shoulders, a broad chest, a straight back, a delightfully firm rump, and chiseled legs that could gallop for days. He’d let his coat grow out at her request, not going full-on shaggy, but just enough to be snuggleable. It was the first time he’d had a chest tuft and unshorn fetlocks.

Velvet licked her lips. Her sweet Nighty, her kind, adoring husband. Her steadfast companion, her best friend in the world… and a handsome, sexy, strong, hunky, virile hunk of a stallion. The ritual had given him the highest sperm count of any stallion in centuries, his seed now so potent it could override any contraceptive. He could get hard in an instant and spread her wide, rutting her tirelessly for hours and hours, breeding her over, and over, and OVER—

Velvet put a hoof to her head. Her crotch was throbbing, a clenching, gnawing forming in her core. Celestia’s labor spell wouldn’t wear off for a few more hours yet, but it’d already restored her marehood to its tight and pliable self, silky smooth and winking, dripping—

“Wh-What…” Velvet flinched from another wave of need. The sensations were rising fast, a dull haze settling over her still-floaty mind, her skin itching beneath her sweaty coat. Her cloying scent was starting to fill the room, emanating from every pore of her body like a perfume. “Nnnnggh… How? Th-This isn’t supposed to...”

Her sensitive nose twitched. Night’s wonderful scent was becoming ever-more noticeable, so dry and heady and incredibly male. Her eyelid twitched upon spying the bulge of his fully erect cock... then the rest of her twitched upon seeing his pre had soaked through the blanket. His softball-sized nuts were filled to the brim, growing more virile by the day and so-very capable...

Velvet was out of bed before she even realized. She crept over to Night with an odd glint in her eye, almost tasting his potency. His mouth hung open as he took slow, measured breaths, his chest rising and falling, his long tail pooled on the floor behind him. Velvet was so wet there were two trails of honey sneaking down her legs, yet for some reason she was content to watch Night sleep for a bit, her nostrils flaring with his scent.

Velvet climbed onto the cot to stand over Night. She admired him for a time before leaning down and planting a warm kiss on the side of his mouth.

“Mmm…” Night searched for Velvet beside him, only for his hoof to CLANK against the metal stand. “Ow! H-Huh? Vel…?”

Velvet kissed him again, soft and warm. With a flash of her horn, she slid the blankets off to let his pride bounce free.

It was hard to say how awake Night was. But awake or not, his lips were certainly happy to meet hers, making no protest as Velvet rolled him on his back for a proper kiss. Slow and sluggish, he opened his eyes to see her dark shape looming over him like a horny shadow, and Velvet took that as a sign to kiss deeper, blasting his mouth with hot, wet air.

Night welcomed her affections. More importantly, however, was that his groggy mind registered the smell in the air. Perhaps he thought he was still dreaming, but the notion of Velvet immediately being in heat again made him moan. He matched her fervor point for point to explore her mouth, dry humping the air and flicking pre onto her barrel. He welcomed her magic gripping his shaft, aligning his fat, leaky cock with her soaked lips. They both shuddered when his tip grazed her entrance, although Night figured they’d do what they usually did, as Velvet liked to tease him before sinking down bit by bit—

Velvet sat down on his lap.

NOW Night was awake. Velvet’s hefty breasts and cushy rear landed on him with a fleshy smack, his chest squirted with milk as the cot squeaked and groaned. Night’s hooves flew to Velvet’s wide hips as she threw her head back in a soundless moan, synapses firing and horn sparking, drunk on a cocktail of hormones, painkillers, and spells. She squeezed Night’s stallionhood like a vice, and Night growled like a dragon before lifting her with ease and SLAMMING her back down.

Velvet’s eyes rolled back. Every fiber in her body was singing, Night’s deep, powerful thrusts claiming her to the core. He had that wildness about him, his teeth bared in a snarl, his neck corded and tight, his muscles pumping and flexing, horn alight and pulsing like a second heart. How many foals would he put in her this time? Their record was four, but Velvet knew they could do better. Yes, far, far better... BIGGER...

The sharp slaps and slick schlicks became a primal duet of desire. Night and Velvet lost themselves in the steady beat, thoughts filled with their growing family, their sweaty bodies entwined and racing to their first peak. Night was winning—he felt that familiar spring coiling with every thrust, his nuts churning with so much cum, all of it for his beloved Velvet. He kept right on going until his legs tingled and locked up, welcoming the internal rush surging through his loins with nothing held back. He felt it travelling up his shaft and into Velvet, no warning needed as he flooded her with load after load, Velvet biting her hoof as she strained to hold it all.

She knew she was pregnant again. She didn’t need a test to confirm it, she knew. Night was still cumming, his seed seeping out of her like a lava flow, each wave more robust than the last! She screamed into her hoof as she peaked as well, her thirsty walls spasming around the geyser inside her, womb full once more.

Night petered out eventually, but that was far from the end. He stayed hard as a rock while staring into Velvet’s eyes, and within seconds he was rutting her passionate as ever. Velvet helped this time, bearing down and moving up and down in time with his thrusts, and as a result they peaked even faster. Their crotches were soaked now, their matted coats sticky in the best way, and the lewd sound of their lovemaking would’ve made a statue blush. A second round of orgasms became a third, and a third became a fourth, a fifth and six followed, and still they would’ve kept going…

...had the overnight nurse not walked in.

“EEP!” The smell of estrus and sex hit the poor mare like a brick wall. Her face turned fiery red upon spying Velvet and Night, cot ruined, the floor around them shiny and slick, their warm, sweaty bodies like two heaters in a sauna.

Velvet and Night froze mid-thrust, panting and still joined... until at last, they looked over at the newcomer.

“H-Hey!” Velvet managed. “Say, uh... d’you think I could schedule a first trimester ultrasound a couple months out?”

***

“I’ve fixed the anomaly in the spell matrix,” Luna said to Velvet. “We thought we’d accounted for such provisions, but regardless. If you ever need two doses of Tia’s Labor spell again in future deliveries, you shouldn’t be put into an enhanced estrus.”

Velvet’s manor was cozy, as always. The sounds of children could be heard above as the Velvet and Luna sat together in one of the nurseries, each of them holding one of the seven week-old twins. Zenith and Zander had just finished their bottles and were freshly changed, now looking ready to zonk out for a good nap.

Velvet smiled down at Zander in the sling she wore. “What if we want me to be in enhanced estrus?”

Luna laughed. “I suppose I could modify the spell to make it a chance of occurring. Such things normally shouldn’t be possible, but as we’ve seen these past years, you’ve taken to Master Starswirl’s spellcraft quite well. It still floors me how effectively you’ve utilized it—I can’t even fathom the task of caring for so many children otherwise.”

Velvet grinned. She turned to show Luna her profile, showing off her slightly-rounded belly for the first time. “With more on the way, too.”

Luna squee’d. “Do you know how many yet?”

Velvet giggled as Zander let out a mighty yawn, soon mimicked by his brother in Luna’s arms. “They managed to get me in for that new top-of-the-line magic scan. Let’s just say a certain aspect of your ritual’s likely to kick in soon.”

Luna’s eyes went wide with a smile to match.

“But Nighty are going to keep the exact count a secret.” Velvet jabbed her hoof at Luna. “That means no dream-peeking, missy. You wait and see like everypony else.”

“Twilight Velvet! You wound me!” Luna said, putting a hoof over her chest. “I’m the Guardian of Dreams, not the Mistress of Snooping! Surely you don’t think I’d stoop to such a thing.”

Velvet raised an eyebrow.

“...Fine, fine, I won’t peek,” Luna pouted. “And you needn’t worry about young Fae, of course—
her moral compass is quite sound. Sounder than some adults I command, even.”

Velvet nodded. “I overheard you talking about her with Night. Her lessons are going well, I take it?”

And just like that, Luna’s face lit right back up. “She’s one of the brightest and most talented dreamwalkers I’ve ever seen! She has a passion for learning, a respect for tradition, and her affinity for breezie magic rivals my own! Just yesterday I asked her if she’s heard of the Unseelie Court, and she told me she’s met them! She learned how to sidestep into their realm all by herself!”

Velvet snorted. “Showed you her little vanishing trick, did she? She did it in her sleep the first time it happened. Imagine our surprise when we got a message from Celestia at the crack of dawn, saying someone named Seabreeze had brought Fae to Twily’s castle.”

Luna rested her hoof on Velvet’s shoulder. “She truly is marvelous, Velvet. She wouldn’t be the pony she is without you and Night. When we use her memories for dreamwalking practice, I see just how much you both mean to her. And it’s not just her—when I watch your other children’s dreams, Mother and Father are always watching over them, caring, guiding, giving. Their hearts and minds are filled with love for you.”

A warm glow rose in Velvet’s chest. She kissed Zander atop his brow, who shifted with a faint coo.

Luna floated Zenith back to Velvet and wrapped him in the other half of the sling. “You and Night thrive on being parents. I’ve never seen a couple derive such energy and enjoyment from foalrearing, but here you are. The spells and wealth we’ve provided are all merely supplements—tools to let you do what you love. They’d mean nothing if you and Night couldn’t tie it all together.”

A smile tugged at Velvet’s lips. “Thank you, but butter me up all you like—I’m still not telling you the new baby count.”

Luna stamped her hoof. “Blast!”

***

“Mmmm...” Velvet took another big bite of diced cucumbers. “Sho goooood…”

Night snickered. He offered her the last slices in his magic, the last of an enormous bowl that’d been filled to the brim a short while ago. “Is this the new craving food?”

Velvet snapped up the slices with the quietest of moans. Her eyes fluttered closed from the crunchy taste, her teeth sinking into the chewy goodness.

Night glanced at the clock. It was a little past midnight, which had become the norm for these hunger pang. It’d become so regular that the kitchen staff had brought food to their bedroom within minutes. “You went through all that pretty quick. Quicker than normal, even.”

Velvet lifted up the empty bowl, then checked the cart of empty dishes at their bedside. “Is there any more?”

Night rubbed Velvet’s tremendous belly in slow circles, his shaggy fetlocks caressing her itchy skin. Only four and a half months along, and she was larger than when full-term with the quadruplets! “All that food, and you still want more?”

Velvet purred at his soft touch. “Hey, the babies not the only ones growing…”

Night nuzzled her. “Good thing Celestia and Luna thought to add that into their little ritual, eh? I hope you know, you’re gonna wind up being bigger than me. And not by a little bit.”

“Nnnggh…” Velvet arched her back, her exercise ball-sized paunch lifting high in the air. Her tail swished back and forth like a cat about to pounce. “N-Nighty, I think… I think I know what I w-want…”

Night furrowed his brow. “To eat?”

Velvet swallowed hard. “We don’t even need to call the kitchen…” She focused her magic on his sheath, massaging him in long, lazy strokes.

“A-Ah…” Night rubbed her gut a little harder. His breath quickened, his girth emerging with every beat of his heart, the wide veins pulsing and inflating. “I th-thought you said I was t-too big now…”

Velvet’s hoof snuck south to help coax out Night’s mammoth cock. She pulled him into a sudden kiss, softly biting his lower lip and crossing their horns together, the buzz of their joined magic making their heads swim.

Night shuddered. He pulled her close as their tongues met, twisting and moving in a frenetic dance. They pushed back and forth until Velvet yanked herself away, face flushed, eyes wild, and very aware of the oozing pillar along her side. Her mouth watered upon feeling his burgeoning nuts swell against her flank, so she guided him to lay across the head of the bed while she scooched down diagonal.

Velvet ogled the prize before her. True, Night was quite big now, but she didn’t care. He was leaking more pre than most stallions came, and his musk made her stomach rumble like thunder. She wasted little time in lapping up everything, her soft, wet tongue making Night go rigid. She then licked down to his base to nuzzle and kiss his precious balls, relishing the thought of how many future foals they’d give her. At last she licked and kissed her way all the way back up his towering cock, and after swirling her tongue around his flat tip…

“Vel…” Night breathed her name like a last gasp. Her mouth was even tighter than her pussy, a deep, lewd groan escaping him as her jaw creaked around him. She grabbed his ass for leverage—groping and pulling, all so she could swallow more. He had to fight not to pump his hips on her trip down, taking in more and more of his dark blue dick, pausing every few seconds to suck hard.

Velvet deepthroated him and kept right on going to his thick medial ring, but once there, her muzzle refused to widen even a tiny bit more. She might’ve conceded defeat there, but suddenly, Velvet’s gut growled like an ursa major, gnawing and gurgling even after so much food. In an instant she’d shoved herself over Night’s ring, his tip popping into her throat and sliding down, down, down, all the way until her snout was buried in his crotch.

“AH~!” Night’s voice cracked. He threw his head back to poke a hole in the headboard, Velvet yanking him forward and devouring his entire length. She started gulping around him, her throat squeezing with a wet glk… glk… glk, so tight and warm Night was erupting like a volcano in seconds! His bloated nuts pumped everything they had into her gullet, not a single drop going to waste in her quest to milk him for all he was worth. Her stomach may as well have been bottomless, for even when Night’s prolonged peak ebbed she wanted more, only relenting when she had to come up for air.

“Greh… zeh…” Velvet rubbed her tender jaw. “To answer… your question, dear… the cucumbers weren’t... a craving. I was just hungry... that’s all…”

Night barely heard. He couldn’t hear much of anything thanks to the fireworks going off in his head. He wasn’t even aware his horn was stuck.

“But THAT...” Velvet grinned like a wolf at Night’s enduring boner, his balls already refilled. “Might be a craving...”

***

“My, aren’t you an interesting pair.” Discord circled around Night and Velvet like a great serpent. “Such wonderful chaos surrounds you, yet you keep it all in harmony like the eye of a storm! Just who are you?”

The Grand Galloping Gala was the same as it ever was. Stuffy nobles in fancy clothes, classical songs you couldn’t really dance to, tables of hors d’oeuvres that don’t actually fill you up, an absurdly-long line to meet one of the princesses, and more gossip than most ever want to hear in their lifetime. It wasn’t something Velvet and Night had concerned themselves with for a long time, but now they came every year as guests of honor.

“I’m Night Light,” said Night. “This is my wife, Twilight Velvet. Our daughter Twilight Sparkle has told us a lot about you, Discord.”

“Particularly how much mischief you tend to cause,” Velvet said, frowning.

Discord’s eyes lit up. “So you’re the duo I have to thank for Princess Stick-In-The-Mud! I suppose my antics would seem like mischief from her perspective, but really, how’s Team Friendship supposed to stop the next world-ending disaster if someone doesn’t keep them sharp? I’m just doing my part to help.”

Velvet squinted at him. “There’s a difference between helping, and antagonizing.”

Discord blew a raspberry. “Maybe in your book.”

“We know you have a different way of doing things,” Night cut in. “We don’t fully understand them, but we do know you helped rescue everyone when they were foalnapped by the changelings. We’re glad to have you on our side.”

Discord regarded him in silence for several seconds. “...Yes, well, maybe spread the word around and have others toss me some gratitude, and I might be inclined to stay on your side. A few thank yous go a long way, you know.”

Night chuckled. “We’ll see what we can do.”

Discord stopped circling to float before them like some mismatched noodle, his neon-colored suit shifting colors all on its own. The rest of the party gave him a wide berth as he reached in his breast pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, which folded itself into an apple.

“Congratulations on your newest impending arrivals,” he said, gesturing to Velvet. “I must say, your family has some of the strongest souls I’ve ever seen in mortals, and that brood is no exception. I’m not surprised Sunbutt and Moonbutt proposed such a deal with you.”

Some might’ve been offended at having one’s children being referred to as a ‘brood’, but considering Velvet’s size, it was hard to argue otherwise. At eight and a half months along, her womb was like an overfilled beanbag chair larger than Celestia herself! She was equally wide, as well, and the ritual had grown her into a towering giant to be able to carry them all. Her legs were like muscular tree trunks, her head was the size of a cart, her mane and tail silky-smooth waterfalls of luscious hair, her milky breasts were each the size of a pony, and her coat was so soft and thick you could literally sink your hoof into it. The warmth in her face and eyes could instantly put anyone at ease, and when she smiled, it was like she lit up the space around her.

Night nuzzled Velvet’s side. “Taking that deal was the best thing we’ve ever done.”

Velvet smiled, noting Night’s head only came up to her chest. “Agreed.”

Discord took a bite of the paper apple, which they saw was filled with potato salad. “I’ve heard through the grapevine your children have been showing off a wide array of magical affinities. I’m sure you’ve got teachers chomping at the bit to teach them, but I wonder, what would you do if one had an affinity more… uncommon?”

Velvet and Night froze.

“What are you saying?” Night asked.

Discord’s red eyes gleamed. “I did say I can sense chaos. I do cause a fair share of it, but sometimes, ever-so-rarely, a pony comes along with a knack for it all on their own. Just because you ponies are all about harmony doesn’t mean you don’t get a few outliers.”

Velvet wasn’t sure whether to be terrified or fascinated. “Is one of our…”

Discord smirked. He reached in his suit pocket and gave them a business card, which was actually a chunk of lead with letters of stained glass.

“I’ll waive the usual tuition fee,” he said. “But only this once! I’m charging you full price if this happens again.”

Night accepted the business card, staring at the intricate lettering like it might leap off and bite him.

“Send the tyke my way when you feel they’re ready.” Discord snapped his fingers, a zipper appearing which he pulled down to create a tear in reality. “Though do try not to make it a Sunday—that’s Ogres and Oubliettes night. Ta-ta!”

He tossed Velvet a wink, then stepped through the portal and zipped it back up like he was never there.

Velvet and Night stood in silence for almost a full minute, the card still floating in Night’s magic.

“What... just happened?” Night said.

Velvet ran a hoof down her face. “I wish I could have a drink.”

***

“Yes, like that!” the photographer said. “Just a few more poses, and we’ll be good to go!”

It’d been a small blessing that almost all of Velvet’s labor windows had been short. The doctors weren’t really sure what amount of time to assign her pregnancies anymore, but fortunately, unless the doctors used magic to extend things, Velvet’s water had typically broken between one to four weeks after full term. Her longest unaltered pregnancy before this had been Remedy’s at thirteen and half months, but that record had been broken... and then some.

Velvet gave her belly an idle rub while the photographer moved the camera to another spot. “Just tell me where you want me.”

“You’re fine right there!” the photographer called. She fiddled with her tripod to try and get it to stand even in the ground. “The waterfall’s still in the shot from here, so it’ll look really nice!”

“Is Vel the farthest along mare you’ve taken photos of?” Night asked from the shade of a tree. “I have to imagine she is.”

The photographer giggled. “I’ve done shoots of mares fifteen months pregnant, but never sixteen! This is a first for me in a lot of ways.”

Velvet snorted. “I wonder what those other ways could be.”

Some pregnant mares like to say they’re the size of a house, but when Velvet said it, it wasn’t an exaggeration. She’d literally grown to two stories tall to support her massive womb, her colossal silvery belly grazing the ground when she stood. She’d just kept growing and growing and growing as the months had dragged on without her water breaking, her full-sized babies not quite ready to be born, making her larger and larger so she could carry them. They’d had to schedule the photoshoot in Whitetail Wood because of it.

“I wonder why we never tried a maternity photoshoot in the past,” Night said, mostly to himself. “These are gonna look great!”

“You want to be in a couple shots with her, big guy?” the photographer yelled up at the equally-humongous Night. “It’s cute when the daddy’s along!”

Night looked to Velvet. “Want me to?”

Velvet shrugged. “So long as you don’t mind photos of you as a giant.”

“Why would I mind?” Night trotted over, his massive steps causing the ground to shake. “If I minded, I wouldn’t have had Luna cast a growth spell on me in the first place.’”

Velvet rolled her eyes. “You did it so we could still have sex and you know it.”

Night nuzzled her. “Not just that. I wanted to share this special experience with you! Something we can both look back on and treasure once we get changed back.”

“D’aww…”

They took pictures together in various poses for a while, the photographer directing them as best as one could direct a pair of twenty foot-tall ponies. One photo was of them with Velvet’s belly in between them, another was of him kissing her barrel, one was of them cuddling, and so on. The shots always involved the two of them touching or being intimate in some way, and it wasn’t long before their touches were lingering on each other, stroking and teasing in small, but increasing ways.

“Alright!” the photographer looked over the photos she’d gathered. “Let’s see, what else? Oh, I know! How about a shot of you two kissing? That’s always really sweet.”

Night and Velvet didn’t need to be told twice. They turned and locked lips immediately, but as the seconds dragged on, the kiss showed no sign of stopping. Instead it was deepening, Velvet and Night fondling and groping each other, the ground vibrating as their movements picked up.

Neither of them paid attention to the faint click-clicks of the photographer capturing the ‘natural moment’. Perhaps it was the setting, perhaps it was proximity, perhaps it was any number of things, but in that moment, a certain something took hold of Velvet and Night in equal measure, and the world faded out around them as they made out with rising fervor.

“That’s good, guys!” the petite photographer said to them. “I think I’ve got all I need.”

Velvet and Night ignored her, their tongues now mingling and tasting each other. Night humped the air as his stallionhood emerged from its sheath, Velvet moaning as her tail flagged.

“Erm…” a blush crept up on the photographer’s face. “Well, then. I’mma just… uh, yeah. We can talk about billing later…”

Neither of them noticed her leave. It was like a wildfire had been ignited in their cores, and the only thing that could quench it was raw, unbridled passion. Night cradled Velvet’s head in his hooves as he kissed her, massaging her temples with his fluffy fetlocks and making her sigh. The growth spell had made him equal height as her when cast, but now she was a foot and a half taller, meaning she had to bend down for him a good ways.

Velvet could feel their foals shifting and kicking in their sleep. There was always a few of them awake at all times, and the constant shuffling and wiggling made her feel all fuzzy and warm. She still couldn’t believe how many she was pregnant with, how many precious foals Night had given her! Thirty-three big and healthy babies, all of them safe and warm inside her, and soon she’d be able to meet them, hold them, care for them and watch them grow. Her breasts had absolutely ballooned with milk to feed them all, now so large that even at Velvet immense size, her bra was grazing the ground!

Velvet broke their kiss with a breathy sigh. “Mount me.”

Night rumbled like an earthquake. He kissed her again before his kisses trailed to her neck—

“No foreplay!” Velvet said in a stilted voice. “Just mount me!”

Night sniggered. He left her neck alone, but he still kissed and licked her sensitive paunch while walking around her. She growled at him, but his feathery lips and soft, wet tongue felt too good to protest proper. Her belly was so big she could only bend down a smidgen for him, but upon feeling Night’s hooves grope her cutie marks, she didn’t really care.

Night admired Velvet’s plush rump and dripping marehood with a wolf-like grin. Her breasts were beyond immense now, so large it made it difficult for her to walk and already damp from her honey trickling down. Velvet’s great tail was already pushed up and to the side, so he reared and shimmied atop her, his hooves leaving the ground as he caressed her back and foal-filled belly.

Velvet straightened up as soon as he was on. Night was heavy, but it was a good kind of heavy, his great weight wrapping around her like a muscular blanket. He rubbed her belly with all four of his hooves as he used magic to align their sexes, and within seconds he was inside her, filling her up fuller than ever.

“Nightyyyyyyyyy…” Velvet’s voice was a low croon. He was helpless to him pleasuring her, his pony-sized balls sliding closer and closer to her padded rear. He wasn’t teasing her anymore, he was straight up humping her with powerful thrusts, his cock claiming more and more of her cavernous tunnel.

“I certainly… nnnf... knocked you up good,” Night grunted between heavy breaths. “Can’t wait… mmmhh… to do it again…”

Velvet’s legs quivered. “Gonna be hard… to break this record…”

“Something to shoot for—AH~” Night found himself hilted as Velvet sucked himself in the rest of the way. “Gods, Vel…”

Velvet arched her neck. “Fifty-eight kids, Nighty… We have fifty-eight wonderful kids…”

Night buried his face in her lavender-smelling mane. “Not a bad start.”

Velvet’s eyes rolled back. Soon these foals would be born, their smiling faces and innocent eyes looking up at them. All of them were the product of her and Nighty’s love, and in a few months they’d do it all over again, Night’s virile seed flooding her and impregnating her once more.

Velvet turned her head and caught Night in a fierce kiss. The future certainly looked bright, indeed...