The Best Possible Outcome

The Best Possible Outcome

Chapter 3

“You ponies and your silly obsession with absolutes. Even with you knowing of the existence of other realities, you still don’t realize the implications of infinity! Waaaah, everything has to have rules, everything has to be part some kind of system! Sure, that might be how this dimension works, but once you step out into the great infinite yonder, you start to understand just how wrong that concept is.”

• Discord, Interview with a Draconequus, Chapter π

Thirty Years Later -

Velvet never could get used to the first time waking up after giving birth. Even now, the first time feeling that cold emptiness inside her after months of warmth and fullness snapped her awake without fail. It was the feeling of something missing that proved the tipping point, causing her sit up with a gasp—

“Here.” Night handed her a mug of her favorite tea. “I already added honey.”

Velvet blinked. She took the mug on autopilot, the dregs of sleep fading under the aroma of vanilla chamomile. Little by little the details floated into her mind: They were in their personal room in Canterlot Hospital. They were in their special size-adjusting bed, and she’d shrunk back down now that she’d given birth to their latest children. Said children were no more than a teleport away if she wished.

“Every time, Nighty,” Velvet gulped down the tea, like liquid heaven to her parched throat. “Like clockwork.”

Night put a hoof around her. “I suppose they can’t make every part of pregnancy be pleasant.”

Velvet chuckled. “I doubt anyone thought labor and birth could feel good. I can’t even remember how many times I peaked with this set...”

“It sure sounded like a lot,” Night said, nuzzling her ear. “Especially after baby eighteen.”

Velvet leaned into his touch. “What… what was the gender breakdown?”

“Fifteen beautiful girls, eleven strong boys.” Night kissed her, long and deep. “Our second healthy set of sesvigintiplets.”

Which made a total of thirty-nine successful pregnancies. Counting these new twenty-six additions, Velvet and Night were now the proud parents of six hundred and thirty-three kids. The ‘accidental interaction’ that’d put Velvet into enhanced estrus had been permanently integrated into the other magic fused with them, and while Velvet could override it, it said a lot that hospital conceptions had been common...

“You wanna be with them for a bit?” Night asked. “We’ve got six night owls this time.”

A slow smile formed on Velvet’s face. “You never left them, did you.”

Night’s grin matched hers. “Panny’s got a cute birthmark on her chest. And, Shining Spark and Comet Trail keep yawning at the same time. It’s freaking adorable.”

Velvet squee’d. “I wanna see!”

Night chuckled. “Go on, then.”

It was second nature to Velvet at this point. She focused on the magic made a part of her, and willed her consciousness to expand. A smaller, more plain-looking double of herself appeared, then another, and another, and another, and another. She was now seeing the world through seven different sets of eyes, all giving feedback to her at the same time.

Velvet’s new avatars teleported down to the nursery to check on their new babies. The ‘original’ Velvet stayed with Night in bed, snuggling close and welcoming his familiar embrace. It’d taken her and Night some time to boost their magic enough to do this, (and a few other spells to control multiple bodies at once) but now she and Night could have as many avatars running around as they wanted.

“Most ponies think we’re crazy, you know.” She stared shamelessly at Night’s mighty package, already hard and tenting the sheets. “Having so many kids, always wanting more, falling head-over-hooves in love with every last one of them…”

Night didn’t reply at first. Velvet’s avatars in the nursery had just approached his, and each one had simultaneously repeated what she’d just said. The words echoed in his consciousness like surround sound. “Still a bit drowsy?” he said.

Velvet blinked. All seven Nights had just simultaneously repeated—oh.

“Sorry.” She expanded her consciousness further until she could handle seven different conversations at once. “I’ve got it now.”

“That’s better.” Night kissed her cheek.. “How you feeling otherwise? All healed and back to normal, I’m guessing?”

Velvet smirked. The combination of spells, rituals, and foal-rearing had continued to enhance them over the years, first from above-average to extraordinary, then extraordinary to legendary. She’d become a true alpha female, her feminine and maternal features accentuating her into a paragon. Her flawless face, perfect muzzle, and almond-shaped eyes drew attention wherever she went, and tales of her beauty had spread across Equestria. She’d grown considerably in both size and strength, and the aura of her innate magic was immense even while suppressed. Her curves were more shapely than ever, her neck and legs were proportionately longer, the latter of which sporting incredible muscle. Her thick, silvery coat was softer than heather and smoother than silk, her luxurious mane even more so, and she had a soothing air about her that could calm even the most intense emotions.

“Actually, I’m feeling kinda worn out.” She kissed Night’s addictive lips, then moved south to start in his neck. She could feel the heat of his body wafting out from under the covers, his clean, dry scent enveloping her like a shroud. “All that… mmhhh… labor, managing all my avatars... always taking care of… ahhhhh... so many without a break… maybe we should ease off the babymaking… nfffff... and catch our breath for a bit, hmm?”

And if Velvet was an alpha female, Night was an alpha male. He’d grown bigger and bigger without any end in sight, and now he was the largest stallion to ever live. His handsome face was rugged and young, with bright kind eyes, a strong chiseled jaw, a magical aura that rivaled Velvet’s, and powerful muscle from nose to tail. His long legs were tree trunks that flexed with every motion, his chest was broad and deep, and his fluffy coat and mane were luscious and shiny. His wise, fatherly air complimented Velvet’s to a T, and the love for his family was only matched by his desire to expand it further...

Night sucked in a breath through clenched teeth. He slid his hoof under the blankets to rub Velvet’s toned, flat stomach, the heavenly scent of estrus already thick in the air. His towering cock twitched, making a wet, sticky splotch on the blankets. “We’re breaking the record this time... Th-Thirty-two’s nothing… I’m gonna put fifty in you...”

Velvet flung their blankets off.

***

Four Months Later-

The Hearth’s Warming season is a strange time. Loved by many, loathed by some, and tolerated by others, the holidays in general are a whirlwind of family, festivity, and food. Velvet and Night had always loved the season regardless of what life threw at them, but while some of their traditions had changed to accommodate their growing family, the more that came home for the holidays, the happier they were.

“Is Halley still regaling you with his stealth mission?” Velvet asked Night.

Night located the discussion amidst his avatars. Like Velvet’s, his were smaller and plainer, more closely resembling how he looked before all his enhancements. “Luna’s been having him spy on the last pocket of Storm King loyalists.”

Velvet made a face. “I hope they make a move on them soon. What about Spirit Striker and Fairy Frost?”

“They’re showing me the enchantment that saved Stalliongrad from that deep freeze,” Night said. “We’re on the eleventh floor in the northwest study if you wanna see.”

Velvet sent one of her avatars there without pause.

It’s only natural Night’s and Velvet’s home would be massive to accommodate their varying stature and hundreds of children (not to mention grandchildren, great-grandchildren, any significant others). It had multiple sprawling buildings sporting dozens of floors, and its total square footage greater than Canterlot Castle and the Crystal Empire Castle combined. However, thanks to some clever time-space spells, you’d never know the estate was anything more than your typical upper class home.

Velvet snuggled closer to Night on their plush silk pillow. They were in the main entrance hall greeting everyone as they arrived, their eyes lighting up every time someone walked through the door. But they were also eating dinner, changing diapers, imparting wisdom, washing dishes, running errands, reading stories, helping with homework, having hundreds of conversations, and so much more. “Oh, Remmy and Twily going to be coming down in a few minutes to show us that new fetal scanning spell. They just want to finish dinner first.”

Night rubbed the side of Velvet’s pregnant belly. They hadn’t managed fifty, but twenty-nine was still a respectable number. “How you doing?”

Velvet smiled. She was only four months along, but the foals were so big and healthy she’d already grown two inches taller. “Are there any more of those chocolate-covered cherries? Those were really, really good.”

Night produced a new box and floated a cheery to Velvet’s mouth. She let him place it on her tongue, a quiet moan escaping her as she sucked on the sweet chocolate and tasted the gooey filling. “Oh, mercy…”

Night’s heart beat a little faster. “The babies really like those, eh?”

Velvet made a show of licking the sticky filling off her lips. “It’s a shame you don’t know a spell to make you-know-what taste like anything you want. I just can’t get enough of that sweet, sugary taste... ”

Night smirked. He studied the cherries in the box a moment, then focused and muttered some words under his breath. A second later, he felt a warm tingle in his soccer ball-sized nuts. “I need to thank Cadance again for that spellbook.”

Velvet paused. “Speaking of which, did she ever get back to you about that one spell?”

Night didn’t reply at first. His eyes drifted to Velvet’s silvery womb, already the size of a prize-winning pumpkin. “Huh? Oh, she didn’t sound optimistic it’d be the key to breaking our baby record, but she didn’t give an outright no. I guess we’ll have to see.”

Velvet traced the faint line down the middle of her barrel. No matter what they tried, the most she’d ever gotten pregnant with was thirty-two. It felt like they were missing something, but what it was… “I really with she and Shining could’ve made it this year. I wanted to see if Shining’s grown into his wings!”

Night’s eyes twinkled. “Yeah, it really is too bad. Better luck next holiday, I suppose.”

Suddenly, the huge front doors became enshrouded in baby blue magic.

Velvet’s face lit up. “Ooh! Who’s this?”

The doors opened, and an enormous crowd of assorted ponies with presents and luggage walked in. Some were adults, some were teenagers, some were children, and others were babies, but their coats, manes, and eyes all contained shades of white, pink, or blue.

Velvet’s jaw dropped. “Wh...What? B-But—”

Night nuzzled her. “Surprise.”

And at the head of the throng was Shining Armor and Cadance, wing in wing, their eyes mirthful and bright. They savored the look on Velvet’s face as they led their own enormous family, their own avatars shepherding their two hundred and forty-five kids.

“Hi, Grandpa!” called Flurry Heart.

“Hey, kiddo!” Night said.

Shining and Cadance signalled everyone to stop. They raised their wings high, then grinned and raised their voices to echo in the atrium.

“ONE! TWO! THREE!”

“HAPPY HEARTH’S WARMING!” they all shouted.

Velvet freaked.

***

Nighttime fell. The snowy grounds of the Sparkle Estate were now bathed with warm light and glinting set pieces, the largest of which being ice sculptures of zodiac beasts. The estate itself was decked out in colorful lights and giant wreaths, cozy and calm as activities wound down. It’d been a good night of visiting, eating, and catching up with everypony, but now it was time for bed.

“Nnngh…” Night lay spread eagle on his and Velvet’s custom bed. Lightning raced through him as his balls tightened over and over, lights flashing in his vision like will ‘o’ wisps. “Nnngh!”

Or at least, it was bedtime for most. Luna had performed a permanent ritual on Velvet and Night to allow them to maintain their avatars while they slept. Even now in the midst of passion, they were tucking in kids, checking on things throughout the house, having late night conversations with select older kids, and more.

Velvet tightened her lips around Night’s member. She pushed down hard and buried her muzzle in his warm crotch, swallowing load after load of his rich, cherry-flavored seed. Neither of them were sure how long they’d been at it... but that tended to happen when Velvet wore the blue evening socks with Night’s cutie mark pattern.

Pop! Velvet finally released her prize. She admired Night a moment while licking her muzzle clean, his hot, sweaty body emanating waves of cloying heat. Her hungry eyes wandered all over him… but then a shiver raced through her, as he was ogling her right back.

“More…” His gaze was drawn to her socks. They were the same color blue as his coat and mane, with dozens of little yellow moons encircling them. His hot essence pooled heavy in Velvet’s gut, yet he was harder than ever, the veins pulsing along his girthy shaft.

Velvet licked her lips. Her cravings still gnawed at her, spurred on by the dry, spicy scent of Night’s loins. And the memory of closing her lips around that warm, weighty rod was still fresh, drawing her closer and closer until his barrel-like legs loomed over. Her world zoomed in on his lower body, sculpted to shape and only becoming greater, matching her own point for point. She nuzzled his well-shaven sack and relished the smooth, stretchy skin, kissing each of the precious orbs within, his tireless balls each the size of her head—

“W-Wait,” Night said all of a sudden. “Cadance’s thing…”

Velvet paused. Her heart was pounding, her face flushed and warm, her tail flagged and raised high. She did listen, but she took her sweet time before pulling away, kissing her way back up his length and thoroughly cleaning off the tip.

Night groaned and sat up. His nose flared with Velvet’s heady scent, mixed with stale soap and sour sweat. He’d noticed a long time ago she smelled different while pregnant—tangier, sweeter. A constant reminder she was carrying his foals—

He shook his head. He forced himself to focus over on the nightstand, where two tiny spray bottles sat with red bows around them. One of them was addressed to him, the other to Velvet.

***

“‘Lover’s Flame’?” Velvet held up the bottle Cadance had just given her. “What’s this?”

Night squinted at his own bottle. It also said ‘Lover’s Flame’, although he could sense they were far more than what they seemed. “These are potions…” His horn glinted with an identification spell—

“Ah-ah!” Shining swatted him with a wing. “No peeking!”

Night raised an eyebrow. “What are you up to?”

Cadance grinned wide. “These are your Hearth’s Warming Gifts. Use them tonight before bed, okay? Promise you will!”

Night and Velvet exchanged a glance.

“I know, we promised no more secret spells,” Shining said. “But please, can’t you finally go of that? It’s been thirty years!”

“Shining…” Velvet said.

“We just want this to be a surprise,” Cadance cut in. “Please, it’ll be so much better if you use them without knowing what they do. Just spray them on like cologne or perfume, and let things go from there.”

There was a pause as Velvet and Night talked in private with their avatars.

“They’re safe?” Night asked.

Cadance and Shining nodded.

“Even while pregnant?” Velvet said.

More nods.

Night pursed his lips. He watched his little bottle revolve in his blue aura like a carousel. “Why ‘Lover’s Flame’?”

Cadance fidgeted. “I wanted to give a hint on what it does, but not totally give it away.”

“It’s like a puzzle!” said Shining. “You guys like puzzles, don’t you?”

Velvet’s immediate thought was she didn’t like THIS kind of puzzle, but held her tongue. “Alright, honey. You’re right, it has been a long time. We’ll do it.”

Cadance and Shining squee’d.

***

Night picked up the bottles and gave one to Velvet. He could feel the potion’s energy swirling within like liquid fire, but that was all. He was tempted to remove the cap so he could at least get a whiff, but that’d likely trigger the effects anyway…

Velvet caught Night’s eye. “Ready?”

Night shrugged. He angled the nozzle and sprayed his neck.

Spring. That’s what it smelled like to him. It smelled like green grass shooting up after a storm, when everything is soaked and the earth is fresh. It smelled like nature waking up after a long winter’s sleep, the spark of life jumpstarting the countryside. It smelled like playground recesses jumping in puddles, rainy college afternoons studying with the window open, quiet romantic evenings spent with Velvet, and happy nights watching his children fall asleep.

Meanwhile, Velvet’s had a sharp, fruity scent, but also… minty? It reminded her of a perfume her mother once wore, only fuller and more vibrant. It’s coiled around her like a ghostly kiss, so warm and soothing on her neck, it’s scent filling her lungs and racing through her. Old memories surged forth unbidden—the commitment to this new life, the first time she’d seen her new foals and watching them come into their own, hearing of their phenomenal accomplishments as they all did great things. She’d attended countless reward ceremonies, seen dozens of statues erected, and celebrated coronations of all kinds.

“Mmm…” Night took several deep whiffs. Memories of his own whirred though his mind, but then suddenly, the scent and effects vanished. “Huh?”

It happened to Velvet, too. She frowned and sprayed more of the potion on herself without thinking, and Night did the same. They had a few more seconds of enjoyment before the scent and effects were lost again.

The world faded out around them. They used more and more of the potion to keep the sensation fresh, never noticing how their bodies were starting to glow. All they knew was they wanted more of the effects, and so they kept going until they’d used of a fourth of the bottles… then half… three-quarters… seven-eighths...

Night blinked. Where had all the potion gone? He hoped he hadn’t spilled any of it on the bed, Cadance and Shining had been really insistent about this! He checked the sheets for wet spots, but the bed was dry. Maybe Velvet had seen—

Oh.

It was like he was seeing her for the first time. She was a living masterpiece—the full colors of her coat and mane, her bright, warm eyes, her blooming health, her blossoming womb. The memories returned in a rush, but now it was all the tender moments in the quiet, the love for the family they’d made. Their flame hadn’t dimmed these last decades—it’d only grown stronger, invigorating them more and more.

And Velvet was much experiencing the same. She began making for him like a cat stalking a mouse—her tail hiked up higher than ever. The aura of the potions was now sparking around them like wildfire, absorbing into their bodies to merge with their very essence. She drank in his features like fine wine—his herculean frame, his bulky legs lined with muscle, his bright golden eyes and kind face, all of it topped off by more magic than any unicorn alive. Six hundred plus children and counting from this one stallion, and he was just as excited as her for more...

Night nickered. He watched Velvet climb on the bed, her wide, foal-filled swell swaying, her hooves sinking into the mattress. The wild feeling was stirring inside him, pacing in its cage, yearning to claim her like so many times before. Her mere presence made him fidget like he was too small for his own skin. A tight, swirling feeling seeped his glowing nuts, his stallionhood covered in more glistening pre than ever.

Velvet crept closer until she was inches away. Night was sweating, breathing in her sharp, fruity scent. He felt like he had the energy to run laps around the entire world. She bade him lay back down, then snuggled into his iron embrace, her full, burgeoning belly nestled between them.

“Vel…” Night murmured her name like a prayer. Only four months along and already this size, but that was the power that’d been made a part of them. He never got tired of feeling her firm, round paunch expanding more and more to carry their little miracles, their latest twenty-nine all big and healthy as can be. But that wasn’t the only thing he enjoyed about her body—her delicious curves, her powerful legs, her luxurious mane and coat, her growing size, her insatiable sex drive...

Velvet purred like a kitten in Night’s arms. He smelled so fresh and crisp, like a mix of cut grass and a freshly plowed field. She could feel his tense muscles bristling and flexing as he stroked her back. She sighed and nuzzled his broad, fluffy chest, and he gave her a gentle squeeze, his hot, hard stallionhood pulsing along her underbelly. His fast, shallow breaths made her quiver, but his movements were always controlled, if barely.

Minutes passed. They could feel the potions working, making their loins ache more and more. Velvet ran her silky socks up and down Night’s back, and he made little chuffs and snorts, his hips rocking back and forth. Their nethers were drenched and desperate, but still they went slow and smooth, this new magic raising them to even greater heights. They knew something about this was far more than temporary, but what, exactly...

Velvet began planting soft, feathery kisses up Night’s chest. She trailed up to his shoulder, then the crook of his neck, then his throat, his chin. NIght didn’t think it was possible he could get any harder, but by the time she got to his soft cheek, his girthy cock had swelled longer and stouter, the wide veins pulsing in time with his heart. His burgeoning nuts were growing, their productivity rising, his potency already beyond all known limits and still climbing. He was shaking by the time their lips met, and it felt like he should’ve cum five times over, but still he hadn’t.

Velvet could feel something happening in her core. A feathery sensation, like her most intimate places being swept by a duster. A trickle of light was tumbling down inside her, and the feeling only wound her tighter, her inner flame morphing like a tiny star. She was enthralled by Night’s every action, kissing him deeper until their tongues danced, revelling in everything about them becoming greater, stronger, better!

Velvet shifted her gravid weight. Night helped without a word, their mouths pulling apart with a wet smek. They never once broke their embrace as she turned around and pressed her back to Night’s chest. Magic guided their actions below, Night angling his fat cock while Velvet spread her winking flower. They moaned in tandem at their first touch, so wet, so warm... so ready. He was gentle easing his way into her, his rigid size stretching her tiny slit bit by bit, so slow it was almost agony.

They both felt the instant the last threshold was crossed. Night sucked in a breath like a hiss as Velvet bore down on him with a stilted cry, and he wasted no time in pushing in far as he could. He put his weight behind the thrust and spread her wide, and before long she was biting back a girly squeal, her insides turning to jello.

She never could take all of him right away. She was always so tight, making it a battle just to sink up to his medial ring. Night kissed and licked Velvet’s elegant neck as he sank deeper, his slippery pre mixing with hers in a constant stream. She swore his dick was tickling the back of her throat,, but still she goaded him on, her greedy mound devouring inch after virile inch.

Night kept going in long, fluid strokes. Velvet’s sharp, fruity scent was all he could smell now, all he could taste. He licked and sucked her neck until he left hickeys, her every move and sound sending tingles down his spine. Velvet’s squeal broke free when she slurped up Night’s medial ring, and from there the dam was broke proper, her sexy sounds joined by Night’s own.

Their hips met. Normally they liked to pause at this point and make out, but Night was already thrusting with tiny jerks of his hips. Velvet’s inner muscles rippled and flexed in time, the slick, sucking sounds of her tunnel making them grip each other harder. Night’s hooves sank into Velvet’s curves and he picked up speed, from tiny jerks to glides, then glides to proper ruts. Soon he was pumping his full length in and out of her, their hips colliding with wet smacks you could set a rhythm to.

It was hard to say how long they went. It was enough that the room became steamy from their sweaty bodies, but that was all that they knew. Time had lost all meaning, all that mattered was the moment. They were still glowing white, some unknown energy coursing through them without slowing down. They were tireless machines egging each other on, harder, stronger, faster, the smack, smack, smack of Night pounding her only overshadowed by their moans.

They were relentless. Synapses and nerves fired off in them with every push, every squeeze, every movement pushing things to the next level. Night fucked Velvet over and over with powerful plunges, claiming her over and over while groping, whispering, nibbling, and kissing. His hard teeth tugged on the thin flesh of her ears. His giant hooves rubbed her heavy belly in circular motions. He pulled on her tail every other time he bottomed out inside her. He angled his hips to hit all her sweet spots at random. He was so focused he may as well have been in a lusty trance, and Velvet was all too eager to join him, her head lolled against his shoulder.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

But they did eventually peak. Velvet was first, her eyelids fluttering as she teetered on the edge. The tension mounted with every powerful thrust, a wild inferno raging in tandem with Night’s size. The waterfall of tiny lights was still tumbling down inside her, each light glowing like lively coals within a sea of ravenous flames. Then Velvet’s rear legs tingled with pins and needles, her voice cracked and muscles seized, and she was soaring high among the clouds, her silky walls spasming and milking Night for all he was worth.

Night snarled like a dragon. His backthrust proved fruitless as Velvet clamped down harder than she ever had, so sudden and fierce it made him see white. He roared and bit down on her shoulder, a rush stronger than he’d ever known surging up his cock, his tip flaring against her sealed cervix. His nuts went into overdrive as he shuddered, his muscles tensing and flexing as well, and within seconds he was erupting, a torrent of magic-infused essence flooding Velvet’s depths.

Several things happened at once. Velvet felt a bloom of warmth make contact with her innermost barrier, but instead of splattering against it, the warmth phased through like a ghost through a wall. Night’s seed seeped into Velvet’s pregnant womb like a lava plume, and when it did, one of the tiny coals within her shot forth like a magnet, colliding head-on with the essence in a mighty burst of heat.

Velvet’s eyes shot open. The itty-bitty coals were so warm she could tell when they moved! She felt the now-superheated coal flit away to embed itself in her womb’s fertile walls, wherein it started to pulse at a rapid rate, almost like it was growing—

Another bloom of warmth ghosted in. The exact same thing happened again—a coal shot forward, exploded with heat, then zipped away and dove into Velvet’s nutrient-rich lining. Now there were two superheated coals pulsing, the first was already much bigger than—

Her avatars figured it out in seconds.

“NIGHTY!” A third gush of hyper-virile seed phased into her womb, and a third coal converged. The first had a heartbeat now, the new foal developing rapidly to catch up to their four-month-old siblings. “YES!”

A fourth bloom of syrupy heat, and now she was carrying thirty-three. Their record had been broken at last, and even better, Night was only getting started. He thrust again and pumped her with a fifth wave, and now it was thirty-four. He couldn’t stop if he wanted to, and his mind was blank as he continued to cum like a geyser, impregnating Velvet over, and over, and over!

Velvet could already feel her belly expanding. The glow around grew brighter around her as her skin stretched, her heart and lungs strengthened, and so much more. Every fresh bloom of heat making it happen that much faster, the foals getting bigger and heavier by the second, each one with a cord and new cushioning fluid around them. And it wasn’t long before Velvet started growing as well to support them, her frame inching larger within Night’s tight embrace. She couldn’t tell how many little coals were waiting to become foals, but she knew she wanted to have them all… all of them and more!

Eleven new foals now. Velvet was pregnant with forty. She was the same size as Night now, and Night was still going strong. His nuts were so very full, his loins tighter than tight, and Velvet’s warm tunnel felt so very right. Every gush was a tsunami crashing over him, and he didn’t even register how Velvet was getting harder to hold, her body widening and lengthening...

More and more blooms of warmth, more and more coals meeting each one. Night was knocking her up with a new foal every second! Velvet tried to keep tabs on the number, but she lost count when her second peak hit. Everything about her was growing, their size-adjusting bed kicking in, taking up more and more of the room. She was twice Night’s size and he still hadn’t noticed!

It wasn’t until one of Velvet’s avatars informed one of his that he learned. His eyes shot open, saw it was true… and let out a roar of triumph so loud it shook the windows. She answered him with a joyous cry, andhe clutched her sides as a fresh peak hit him. His nuts seemed bottomless as he put foal after foal into her: more amazing sons, more incredible daughters!

“Yes…” Night’s eyes sparkled, grinning wide with grit teeth. “YES!”

Velvet’s eyes rolled back. Her thoughts were filled with smiling faces, a new one appearing with each bloom of warmth. She had no idea if this ability was temporary or permanent, but regardless of that, they were going to make the most of it now.

She moaned long and loud as Night kept making her a mother. Soon she was pregnant with sixty foals… then seventy… then eighty! She grew bigger and bigger and bigger, eventually taking up the whole room as her paunch swelled with one hundred foals and beyond.

They definitely needed to get Cadance and Shining something special next Hearth’s Warming...