1 Day After the Incident

Sunburst opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. Had yesterday really happened? He glanced down at Starlight, cuddled up to him on one side. On the other, his mother was in a similar pose. Light snoring filled the room.

He sat up slowly, careful not to wake the slumbering mares. His normally clean room was a disaster area. Half-dried streaks of cum covered the walls in various places. The covers they were collectively sleeping under were similarly stained.

The last day had been a blur where each hour of passion and pleasure blended into the next. It was almost surreal to see that it hadn’t all been a dream. He slowly wiggled himself out of the grasps of the two mares in the bed and crawled to the floor at the foot of it. The mares groaned and mumbled, reaching out for him in his absence, each finding the other and cuddling into each other.

Sunburst smiled, and then he went to go drain his bladder. Much easier said than done with his raging morning wood. Even harder to do when he opened his bathroom door to see Firelight standing there, drying himself off with a towel.

“Hey, there, Sun.”

Was that Sun, or Son? Sunburst wondered. “Hey, um. About yesterday…”

“I can’t believe you nearly fell asleep,” Firelight laughed. “But, wow. I had no idea you had it in you.” Firelight paused. “Well, I mean, you didn’t. You had it in her. Maybe ‘them’ is the best word. But man, that was one hot display you put on.”

Sunburst briefly re-lived the moments of the day before as Firelight talked. He shook his head. “I think we need to talk about all this. I’m not exactly proud that I… fucked… my mom. And I still don’t know how I feel about seeing you fuck the mare I’ve been pining for my entire life.”

“But it was great to watch, wasn’t it?”

Sunburst didn’t say anything for a moment, staring at himself in the mirror. His lack of glasses made it hard to make out his own features. A fitting moment, as he wasn’t sure how he saw himself in light of the last twenty-four hours.

“You, uh… you don’t regret it, do you?” Firelight asked. “I’m sorry if it bothered you. Her musk was just… Well, you know. I don’t want this to get in the way of your relationship with my daughter. She really does love you more than anything in the world.”

“I know,” Sunburst said. “And I’m not mad at you. Not really. More disappointed in myself than anything. How didn’t I see that kids weren’t the most important thing to her? I thought I knew her better than that.”

“Listen, Sun. Love makes us do stupid things, and it often makes us blind to the obvious things that other ponies can clearly see. Watching you and Starlight make love last night? Now I can clearly see what I never saw in you before. You’re a good stallion, Sunburst. And I’m glad that I’ll soon be able to call you my son.”

So he hasn’t been calling me son. “Yeah, I’m still a little confused, to be honest. You’re planning on marrying my mom, and then I… had sex with her. And you’re just… okay with this?”

“I’ve been a swinger my entire life. I certainly don’t mind watching my mare being taken by another stallion. As long as there’s no intent to humiliate me, I’m down to watch any day. In fact, there’s a well-known couple right here in Ponyville whose foals might actually be mine. Don’t ask, don’t tell.”

“Then, is Starlight even your daughter?”

“Oh, absolutely. That is not even a question. Her mother didn’t start getting freaky until after she was born.”

Sunburst stared at the sink, focusing on calm breaths and trying to find a place of meditation. “They were both in heat, weren’t they?”

Firelight ran a hoof through his still-wet hair. “Yeah, they were,” he said cooly. “That might be… problematic. Your mother doesn’t want foals.”

“It’s true that I said I didn’t plan to have a foal of my own,” Stellar replied, pushing open the door. She walked up right behind Sunburst. “But sometimes plans can change,” she whispered in his ear.

Starlight walked into the bathroom, closed the door behind her, and sat against it. It was starting to get crowded.

“Why is everypony in here?” Sunburst cried out.

“Well, there’s a lot to unpack here,” Stellar said with a dreamy sigh.

“That’s an understatement,” Starlight said, a slight smile in her voice. “Sunburst, we need to talk.”

“No, we don’t! I need to pee!”

2 Weeks After the Incident

“I’m sorry, Twilight,” Celestia sighed. “The Senate refuses to budge on this. The law says you must marry, and I no longer have the authority to overrule them.”

“It’s a stupid law,” Twilight replied. “Why is it so important to them?”

“Because it protects their status. Too much of their status is bound up in how much of Luna’s blood they carry, and if a noble has a child out of wedlock, then the lineage becomes uncertain. With how they’ve structured the hierarchy, that causes the whole thing to collapse.”

“Certainly they’ve had cases where a child’s parentage is called into question. What about a married couple where the wife has an affair?”

“The illusion of hierarchy is more important than the accuracy.”

“Great,” Twilight said with a sigh.

“Oh, Twilight. You should just be happy the paper ran a piece about you and Star Tracker. Even if you’re not married, you don’t have to hide him from the public! Believe me, it's rough.”

5 Months After the Incident

“Sister, look at this picture!” Luna said excitedly. “You can see my baby bump!”

Luna levitated a picture over to Celestia.

“I don’t see anything,” Celestia replied.

“No, you see, look at the picture. And then look at me!”

Celestia squinted at the photo and then peered over at Luna’s belly. There was a difference there. Probably not one large enough without a photo reference, but…

“Horseapples,” Celestia cursed.

“What?” Luna asked, crestfallen. “What’s wrong?”

“Remember Prince Blueblood?”

“What about him?”

“If he finds out you’re pregnant, he’s going to be livid. He’ll probably try to turn the entire Senate against you.”

“Why on earth would he do that?”

“Because none of them can claim to be of purer blood than one of your immediate children. His title will be stripped and given to the foal.”

Luna’s jaw dropped. “I… I didn’t even think about that! But, what do we do?”

“Hopefully, they won’t notice.”

“Sister, what makes you think they will not notice a full-term pregnancy?!” Luna shouted, stomping her hoof on the floor.

Celestia furrowed her brow. “You’re right. This probably isn’t as simple as I’d hoped.”

11 Months After the Incident

Thanks to the effect Twilight had on the mares everywhere she went, the population of Equestria was expected to increase by nearly 15% in the coming weeks, and the maternity wards all across the country were full to overflowing. As a result, all of the princesses had agreed to convert large parts of their castles into additional hospital space, but it was at the Friendship Castle in Ponyville where all of the most important births were taking place.

One room in the Friendship Castle had been converted into a massive waiting chamber. Thirty-one stallions sat on, at, or around the room on various benches and tables, or just on the floor itself. Low voices permeated the room as they talked.

“Who the hell wrote this script?” Spike asked the guard at the door.

“I don’t know,” the guard replied. “It was given to me by Princess Cadance.”

Spike flew over to a podium at the head of the room and cleared his throat. “Welcome, gentlecolts,” Spike announced. “I’ve been asked to gather you all here in the name of the Crown.” The murmur died as all of the stallions turned to him. “As you all know, the last time you were all in this castle together, you were running a train on Princess Sparkle.” One of the stallions cheered.

“And I’ll remind you,” Spike said, glaring at the offending stallion, “before you cheer about that again, you might want to consider that that’s my mother we’re talking about, and I breathe fire.” He spat a bit of fire out to emphasize his point, and then cleared his throat, looking down at the paper again. “And that’s why you’ve been brought back again today. She’s currently in labor, with not one-- not even two-- But three foals! And among us in this room today are up to three ponies who sired them.”

Spike paused to read the room. There was dead silence among the gathered ponies.

“And some of you also made the choice of mounting Princess Luna after the fact, completely of your own will,” he continued flatly. “That’s four new fillies for the royal family. For those of you who aren’t aware, the law requires that any pony who impregnates a noble - and I doubt I need to remind you that there isn’t anything more noble than one of the Princesses - is required by law to marry her. Even if that means divorcing your spouse.”

Several gasps were heard throughout the assembly.

“But!” Spike roared over the rising voices. “The law doesn’t have a way to account for multiple fathers. And that’s a problem, because it is quite unlikely that all of Twilight’s foals have the same father, and there’s also a possibility that Luna and Twilight might share a sire between them. The Senate, as usual, has proven completely incompetent and is incapable of resolving this conundrum!”

A low rumble of agreement rippled through the ponies.

“So, Celestia has asked for you all to come to an agreement, for which I will be the arbitrator. If the Senate will not find an answer, we will do it ourselves!”

Two hooves shot up.

“Yes, Thunderlane?”

Thunderlane stood up. “Uh, so I don’t know about the rest of you, but I love my wife. And I would recommend that if any of the fathers are married, but one of them isn’t, we should let the single stallion wed her.”

“Hear, hear!” several stallions shouted.

A grey hoof slowly raised.

“Starswirl?”

The elderly stallion stood up on shaky legs. “I’m not certain that it would be wise for me to wed the young Princess. She looks up to me as a mentor, not a lover, and I would feel very awkward having any romantic entanglement with her. If it turns out that I am the father of one of her foals, I would prefer that responsibility fall to a different pony.”

“Old codger, you’d probably die of a heart attack halfway through the consummation!” one stallion shouted. Laughter echoed through the chamber.

“So, is there anypony else who would like to recuse themselves from consideration?” Spike asked aloud.

Night Light stood up. “Well, as you know Spike, I married her mother already!” he announced. Another chuckle. “I’ll confess that upgrade is certainly tempting. The new version is pretty and young, and I won’t pretend that I didn’t enjoy the test ride, but at the end of the day I like the old model. Now, if you’ll excuse me.” Night Light stepped toward the door to where he knew Twilight would be giving birth, but a guard blocked his way.

“My daughter is having three babies,” he declared to the guard. “Get out of my way.”

“Sorry, sir. The Prince has ordered that no one leave this room until the results of the test are announced. Recusing yourself does not mean you can leave.”

“Well, Captain Prince can go choke on a dick,” Night Light growled. “Where even is he? He was there, too. He should be in here with the rest of us.”

“Sorry, sir. Even if he wasn’t my superior officer, I have no authority over a Prince.”

“Let me through,” Night Light repeated.

“Perhaps if you revoke your recusal, you’ll be a Prince in a few minutes,” the guard said with a crooked smile. “And then I won’t have any choice in the matter. Until then, you stay here.”

Raucous laughter erupted from the room as Night Light stomped back to a nearby bench.

Twilight was on her back, her hind legs in stirrups, grunting and groaning as she pushed. She was assisted on all sides by several nurses, including the still very pregnant Fluttershy. In beds on either side of Twilight were Applejack and Rarity, holding on to Twilight’s outstretched hooves as each nursed their own newborn foals, and on the opposite side of the room, Rainbow Dash, Stellar Flare, and Starlight Glimmer had their own beds. Rainbow held a sleeping foal on her chest, while Starlight and Stellar’s bellies were still swollen, waiting for their bodies to decide the time was right.

“Okay, Twilight. You need to relax and breathe for a moment,” Fluttershy said, standing at the head of Twilight’s bed.

Twilight gasped for air, sweat foaming on her coat. “How does any mare do this?!” she yelled.

“That’s not relaxing, Princess,” Redheart chastised.

Applejack squeezed her hoof. “It’s okay, Sugarcube.”

“You’ll get through this, darling,” Rarity added, squeezing her other hoof.

Twilight took a deep, pained breath.

“And it’s time to push again!” Redheart announced all too cheerfully.

Twilight’s strained screaming could be heard from out in the hallway, where Celestia sat, waiting patiently. Discord sat in a chair across the hall from her, uncharacteristically ignoring the chaos around them while smoking a pipe the issued bubbles instead of smoke and wearing a tan trench coat with a popped collar. His reptilian leg was crossed over the other leg as he used it to prop up a comically large newspaper.

Celestia had tried to engage him in conversation already, but - as usual - it had backfired spectacularly, and she was now content to just ignore him, choosing instead to look up at the crystal formations on the ceiling above.

Hooves clicked on the stone floor as Cadance and Shining Armor approached. Celestia turned to greet them.

Cadance pulled Celestia into a hug. “We came as soon as we heard,” she whispered.

“How’s she doing?” Shining asked with the stony gaze that Celestia knew from experience meant that he was nervous.

“Not well,” Celestia replied with a sigh. “A mortal mare would never survive a natural birth of triplets, but she is adamantly refusing surgery.” She shook her head sadly. “I fear she is going to have a long recovery.”

Cadance tilted her head. “Auntie, why are you out here in the hall? You’re one of the most important ponies in the world to her. You should be in there with her!”

“There’s not a lot of space in there right now, and I take up a lot of space,” Celestia admitted. “Nurse Redheart kicked me out.”

The Royal Canterlot Voice boomed from somewhere else in the castle. “DON’T TELL ME HOW TO GIVE BIRTH! I SWEAR TO MY SISTER, I HAVE SPENT MORE HOURS IN LABOR IN MY LIFE THAN YOU HAVE SPENT BREATHING, AND IF YOU DON’T GET THIS FOAL OUT OF ME RIGHT NOW, SO HELP ME I WILL LOWER THE MOON ONTO YOUR HOUSE!”

Celestia sighed and rolled her eyes.

“You know, given that she’s the mare who holds the record for the most live births, she certainly seems to hate the process,” Cadence quipped. “Who do you think the father is, anyway?”

“For which foal?” Celestia groaned. “Starlight, Rainbow Dash, Applejack, and Rarity won’t even talk about their ‘mystery donors’. I have my suspicions for most of them, but they either won’t say or don’t know. And if you mean Luna, Twilight, and Pinkie Pie? I don’t even have a clue. It seems the only father I do have a reliable answer for around here is for the one pregnant mare not in labor right now.”

“Oh, my…” Fluttershy gasped. “Nurse Redheart! I think… I think I’m finally having contractions!”

“Celestiadamnit,” Redheart cursed.

“Believe me, I’m working on it!” Celestia shouted back through the door.

“Wait, hold on. Can we back up a second? Pinkie Pie is pregnant?” Shining blurted, confused.

Discord gestured to the full-size page printed ad on the back of his newspaper. “Well, it says here, Pinkie Pie Presents ‘The Premier of the ‘Perfect Pink Pony Panacea to Placate your Problem Provoked by Penis-Pleasured Purple Princess Pussy to Proactively Procure Potent Procreation Product and get Pregnant via Prepared Precious Proteins Processed in Prostates’ pity-party!”

“What does hell does that even mean?” Shining asked.

“It means that she decided to give herself to all the stallions in Ponyville who were disappointed that they didn’t get a turn with Twilight,” Discord concluded.

“If that newspaper is eleven months old, why are you even here reading it?” Celestia growled.

Discord looked hurt. “Now, now, my wife’s been complaining that her back hurts for nearly four years now. I thought it might be time to give her a rest, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.”

Voices on the other side of the door were getting louder again.

“I can see the head!” Redheart shouted. “Keep pushing, you’re almost there!”

“See, sugarcube? Everything’s fine.”

“Yeah, except for the whole ‘two more to go’ thing,” Rainbow blurted.

“Rainbow Dash!” Rarity chastised. “We are supposed to be encouraging Twilight!”

“IT IS AN ALICORN FILLY?! OH, HAPPY NIGHT!” sounded the voice down the hall again, drowning out the bickering sounds.

“It’s a what?!” Cadence and Celestia both shrieked, abandoning their places and tearing down the hallway toward Luna’s ward.

Shining Armor stood next to Discord awkwardly as the two mares left.

“So,” Shining said. “What are you hoping for?”

Discord lowered the newspaper, peering at Shining through thick librarian’s glasses that hadn’t been there a moment before. “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe I understand the question,” he replied.

“Fluttershy’s uh… baby?” Shining scratched the back of his head with a hoof. “She said she was having contractions, didn’t she? So are you, y’know, expecting a pegasus? Do you want a filly, or a colt?”

“Oh, I’m hoping for maybe a sphinx. Perhaps a manticore. Just as long as he’s not like me; that would be just awful. I can’t compete with such good looks!”

“Y’know, I think I’m better off not knowing,” Shining decided.

In a matter of moments, an absolutely furious Cadance came storming back up the hallway, right toward Shining Armor. “YOU HAVE A LOT OF EXPLAINING TO DO, MISTER!” she commanded. It was rare that Cadance ever invoked the Royal Canterlot Voice, but when she did, Shining knew he was in trouble. Cadance seized him by the ear with her magic and headed back toward Luna’s ward, dragging him behind her as he stumbled on his hooves.

“Help?” he begged Discord, scrabbling his hooves against the stone as he was dragged away.

“Oh, that sounds like a good idea,” Discord replied, floating into the ward Twilight was in.

“HELP!” Shining screamed.

“Fluttershy!” Discord called out. “I’m here to help you!”

Fluttershy looked up at her husband, clearly distressed. Her legs buckled underneath her as a nurse tried to help her into a bed. Discord snapped his fingers and Fluttershy teleported instantly onto the bed, her swollen belly suddenly back to her normal size, and a bizarre-looking foal cradled between her hind legs, nursing at her oversized swollen teats.

“Now that’s just cheatin’!” Applejack huffed.

“Oh, he’s adorable,” Fluttershy replied, completely unfazed by the sudden change in circumstances. “... But, what is he?”

“I assure you, dear, I…” He looked down at the bizarre creature. “I actually have no clue,” Discord replied truthfully.

“Would you all SHUT UP!?” Twilight shouted as she started another push. “Aaaaa~~~”

“~~~!

“~~~!

“~~~!

“Ah!!!!” she screamed, finally running out of air as a massive release of pressure and relief flooded her senses.

“Okay, that’s one!” Redheart said, immediately placing the newborn foal on Twilight’s chest. “Now, let’s try and take a short break. There’s two more to go.” Redheart leaned in and stuffed a hoof into Twilight’s abused canal, helping the next foal get into proper position.

Twilight got to hold the tiny foal in her hooves. She had never held such a tiny body before. She gazed lovingly at the little unicorn colt. A unicorn! Twilight smiled at the tiny life in her hooves - and it was short-lived as another nurse swept him away from her after only a few moments.

“Alright, round two!” Redheart announced. “Come on, Princess. You’re doing great. Stay with me here!”

“I’m gonna go kill him,” Cadance announced.

A doctor stood nearby, documenting the result of the paternity spell. The door to Luna’s room slammed shut, startling him. The pencil and clipboard clattered to the floor.

Luna stared at the filly in her hooves, not paying attention to anypony else around her. The filly’s coat was as black as night, and her horn completely straight. Her wings had feathers that carried just a hint of blue when the light hit them just right, and her mane and tail were a platinum silver that shone like the moon itself. Literally. The foal was illuminating the room.

“Oh, little one,” Luna cooed, booping the filly’s tiny snoot. “I think I’ll call you Kuu. And just you wait. For your tenth birthday, the Blue Moon will return, and we’ll get you a playmate.”

“Kuu, huh?” Celestia said wistfully, sitting beside the bed. “Alright.” She gazed up at the decorated ceiling above; a mural of the Elements of Harmony. All six of the elements would be mothers - if not already, then soon. She wondered idly if their children would be as instrumental to Equestria as they had been themselves.

“It is strange,” Luna murmured. “Though I have had many children, I have never had an alicorn foal before. I’ve always known I would outlive my children before, but now… I scarcely know what to do.”

“Shining Armor is the father…?” Celestia mused.

“Yes, that’s what the test result says,” the doctor replied.

“... I wonder…”

In another room, Mudbriar, Cloudy Quartz, Igneous Rock and all of the Pie sisters stood in a circle around Pinkie’s bed. Pinkie Pie was sprawled on the bed, holding two grey-coated pegasus fillies to her chest as they snored away.

“Why do you have two?” Maud asked flatly.

“Because I had to make up for not being in the fic, silly!” Pinkie replied. “You can’t have a Main 6 tag if you don’t have all six of us! Look!” She held up one of the fillies to Maud. “They look just like you!”

“Actually, they look like Marble,” Mudbriar interjected.

“I heard the Wonderbolts were involved,” Maud continued.

“Well, duh.” Pinkie put a hoof to her chin, her face suddenly looking very serious. “Who do you think the father is?”

“Not Marble.” Limestone growled.

“Oh, you’re probably right!” Pinkie replied cheerfully. “Wow, Limey, you’re really good at this game.”

“Having foals is not a game, Pinkie,” her mother chastised.

Twilight was sure she no longer had the energy to keep pushing. The second foal had been birthed several minutes earlier - a little earth pony filly with a dark purple coat and a lilac mane. She’d had precious little time with her daughter before it, too, was taken away. And now she was in an incredible amount of pain as her womb’s contractions seized, trying to push out the last of her foals. Her weakened and exhausted muscles were not pushing well enough to make any progress.

The health of the Princess’s unborn foal was now the highest priority. Several doctors and nurses had flooded the room, bringing medical devices that required them to wheel all of the beds for the mothers who had already foaled out into the hallway, leaving only Starlight, who had only just begun having contractions herself, and Stellar Flare, who held Starlight’s hoof reassuringly.

A glass of half-melted ice sat next to a tall bottle in the castle kitchen. Star Tracker rested his head next to it, tears welling in his eyes. He’d excused himself from the maternity ward shortly after Twilight went into labor, not wanting to hear the results of the paternity test when the inevitable moment came.

After all that had happened, and all the time he’d had to prepare for it mentally, he still wasn’t keen on Twilight’s impending marriage. Or the consummation that would have to follow when she was healed enough to do so.

They already had an agreement that he would be Twilight’s first and only love, in spite of the wedding. The marriage was to be one of political necessity, after all. But it still didn’t sit well with him. He’d already suffered through seeing her bred by dozens of other stallions while his heart bled for her on the sidelines, but at least then, it was the result of a compulsion - something irresistible that he could place the blame on.

This time, no magic would be involved. She would sleep with another pony soon. She would do it with full cognizance of what she was doing. And it wouldn’t be him.

He tried to pour another glass, but the bottle proved empty. He threw it in the trash next to the other one, and staggered across the kitchen to get another.

After the rest of the mares’ beds had been crammed out into the hallway, another nurse had carted them off to other rooms, and Fluttershy had been separated from the rest of the girls.

Sugar Belle moved down the hall at a quick trot, and turned sharply into the room the other mares were in, shaking with nervous excitement at her first chance to finally see the tiny foal she would raise as her own.

Rainbow Dash gasped out as the commotion of the new arrival caused her foal to stir and latch on to her nipple, nursing on the swollen teat. It was nothing like the suckling Applejack had done during the later stages of their pregnancies; less sexy, but oddly relaxing as she felt her milk let down. She beamed down at the little violet earth pony filly and her still-damp three-toned mane. No part of the baby stood out as distinctly Big Macintosh at all, but the red, yellow, and blue mane certainly was reminiscent of Rainbow Dash herself.

Applejack and Rainbow Dash had been worried that the filly would look nothing like Rainbow, but now Rainbow was more concerned that Applejack’s traits wouldn’t show in the filly. Though, considering the kicks the little fighter gave while still in the womb, there was little doubt that the tiny life in her hooves was an Apple to the core.

“What should we call you, huh, Squirt?” Rainbow asked, smiling.

“How about Chromatic Sky?” Applejack replied.

“That sounds like a cute name,” Sugar Belle agreed.

Rainbow Dash tilted her head to look past Sugar Belle, focusing on her wife in the bed next to her. Applejack cradled a tiny colt in her forelegs. “Do we really want both of them to be nicknamed ‘Roma’?” Rainbow asked.

Applejack glanced down at the sleeping Apple Aroma. His mane was cherry red and his coat a golden-rod yellow, just like Applejack’s sister, with a tiny horn poking out from beneath his mane. Unicorns were unusual in the Apple bloodline, but not entirely unheard of.

“I dunno,” Applejack replied. “They’re half-siblings, technically. I don’t see anything wrong with naming them like siblings.”

“I think they’re closer to three-quarters siblings,” Sugar Belle clarified, gently lifting Aroma in her magic and nuzzling the little foal. “I’m still not particularly happy about that, by the way.”

Applejack averted her eyes. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Sugarcube. I honestly didn’t mean for it to happen like this.”

Sugar Belle tapped her hoof on the railing of the bed in thought. “Big Macintosh told me the new house will be ready for the two of you to move in by the time we get back. We’ve been talking a lot about everything that happened. And the big question we want to know about is… Are the two of you interested in doing this again?”

“What, you mean both of us?” Rainbow Dash blurted. “Like… with him. Again?”

“I… I know you aren’t into stallions, but… you did agree once before,” Sugar Belle whispered.

Rainbow Dash looked from Apple Aroma, to Sugar Belle, to Applejack, and then down at Chromatic Sky (name pending), in her hooves. “I… really don’t know,” she confessed. “I had thought you would take Applejack’s and then I wouldn’t have to… do it. Again. But, if...” Rainbow Dash met Applejack’s soft gaze.

Applejack leaned in and kissed Rainbow passionately on the lips. “I reckon we’ll have to discuss that together,” Applejack said, pulling away from her love. “And I mean all of us. As a family.”

Rarity listened quietly to their exchange, a soft smile on her lips. She clutched her own foal close to her chest. Lost in thought.

Another foal? She wondered if she was losing her mind as she rolled the thought around in her head. She knew this one wouldn’t be hers for long, but she was starting to reconsider giving the little filly up. The Element of Generosity would never renege on an agreement, of course, but the thought was there. The cream-colored earth pony sleeping in her forelegs was simply adorable, and Rarity wanted to hold her forever.

It didn’t hurt that her line of maternity gowns had been incredibly successful, thanks to the huge spike in pregnant mares in the wake of Twilight and Starlight’s little stunt, and Rarity had grown quite accustomed to wearing them. And by extension, accustomed to being pregnant.

It had been somewhat cathartic to be able to stop watching her figure as closely with her swollen belly, and she dreaded having to go to a much stricter diet once the foal was weaned. She knew another pregnancy wouldn’t last forever, but perhaps with a bit of time... she could try again. And again.

Oh, fuck me hard, Rarity thought to herself. I need to find a stallion to wed.

Starlight and Stellar Flare were wheeled into another room, where Sunburst and Firelight waited patiently for them to arrive.

“Hi, honey,” Starlight said softly as the nurse parked her bed. “Look.” She unwrapped a tiny unicorn colt from the little blanket it was swaddled in. “What do you want to name him?”

Sunburst looked at the incredibly small wonder of life in front of him. It wasn’t his. He knew it wasn’t his child, but the short, fuzzy mane was orange. It reminded Sunburst of himself. Meanwhile, the filly squirming toward his mother’s teats shared Firelight’s colors, giving him a sense of relief that he hadn’t knocked up his mom.

Of course, color didn’t always mean anything at all. Maybe it was all just wishful thinking.

“Looks just like his daddy,” Firelight said, clapping him on the shoulder with a hoof. “I knew you had it in you, son.”

“Dad,” Starlight said sternly. “You know that’s impossible.”

Stellar Flare giggled. “Reality is what you make of it, Starlight. It’s foolish to plan for the impossible, but that doesn’t mean you don’t make plans. Go on. Both of you. Embrace the gift that’s been given to you.”

Twilight Sparkle slowly opened her eyes, her entire body numb with pain. Above her stood Twilight Velvet, who had tiny pricks of tears encroaching on the corners of her eyes. “Oh, Sparkie,” the elder Twilight whispered, pulling her daughter into a hug. “You’re okay. You’re really okay!”

The younger Twilight hugged her mother back weakly, unbidden tears coming to her own eyes. “It’s okay, mom,” she whispered. “I’m right here.”

“I’m so glad.”

The two remained in an embrace until a quiet grunting drew the elder Twilight’s attention.

Twilight Velvet pulled away and reached down toward the other Twilight’s lower legs, carefully dislodging the squirming foal from Twilight Sparkle’s teat. The little filly cried only for a moment, calming down again after being placed onto her mother’s chest.

Twilight Sparkle stared in wide-eyed wonder down at the newborn life in her hooves. It was the same filly she’d held last - her second child. The other one, still nursing down below, was the little unicorn colt. The third one was nowhere to be seen. A sensation of dread welled up in her chest.

“Mom,” Twilight Sparkle croaked out, tears beginning to spill from her eyes. “Where’s the--”

“Shh,” Twilight Velvet hushed her daughter, tears in her own eyes. “Everything’s fine, she’s just…”

There was a momentary pause. Twilight Sparkle mentally steeled herself for bad news as Twilight Velvet reasserted control over her own emotions.

“Well... it’s awkward.”

Shining Armor stared at the three sleeping alicorn fillies in front of him, the middle one towering over her new half-sisters like a guardian angel.

“I swear on the Heart, your dick must be extra magical,” Cadence stated flatly. “Everything you make has wings, even when it shouldn’t.”

“It makes you sing like an angel, wings or not,” Shining said, puffing up his chest.

“That’s not what meant,” Cadance reprimanded, slapping him across the back of the head with a hoof.

“Yeah,” Shining said, a small grin forming on his face. “I’m thinking maybe I shouldn’t have named it,”

Cadance rolled her eyes. “I told you it was a stupid name. Who even names their dick?!”

“Lots of stallions name their dicks!” Shining argued, throwing his forehooves in the air.

“Oh, really?” Cadence demanded, her eyes narrowing. “Name one.”

“Every stallion you’ve ever met!” Shining announced. He glared at his wife, daring her to find proof otherwise.

Cadence stared furiously at her husband for several moments before turning back to the trio of fillies. “I’m not nursing these two,” she declared, gesturing to the newborn foals. “Not setting myself back ten years, nope. This is your problem to figure out.”

“They’re not even yours, why do you care so much?”

“Because one of them belongs to my aunt. My aunt who, I might add, will be your wife tomorrow, while I get left as a single mother!”

“Don’t pretend it’s something it’s not. It’s not like I’m going to go live with her,” Shining groused. “And then when I knock you up, the law says you’ll be my wife again, Luna will be divorced. She’s used to that, isn’t she?”

“You’re really missing the point here!” Cadance shrieked, pointing a hoof at the foals. “The other one belongs to your sister! And both of them are yours! I don’t care that they’ve agreed to take care of the foals, you know we’re going to end up foalsitting! Constantly!”

Shining Armor sat in confusion. “Why would we have to do that?”

“Because Luna stays up all night! You can’t just raise a baby at night!”

“Well, then maybe ask if Twilight can raise both?”

“So you think she’ll just be ‘okay’ with raising four foals at the same time?”

“She’s already going to be stuck with three, what’s one more?”

Cadance went slack, completely overwhelmed by her husband’s lack of awareness. “Oh, Moonrocks, you’re really not getting this,” she muttered.

The Prince and Princess of the Crystal Empire sat in an uncomfortable quiet.

“Y’know,” Shining finally said. “I wouldn’t have named my dick Larsen if you’d have let me name it Red Bull like I wanted.”

Cadance threw her hooves in the air and screamed.

“Shining Armor, you’re a Lunadamned moron!”

The stallions all stood around Rockhoof, engrossed in his animated retelling of the First Siege of Changeling Rock. “And only then, after the earthquake shattered the hive’s defensive layer, where the earth ponies able to finally gain a foothold. A small gap had formed, enabling several ponies to get inside the structure, where they destroyed the queen’s obsidian throne!”

Spike blew a plume of fire into the air, signalling from the podium that it was time to stop and take their seats again.

“We have the results!” he announced, waving the sheets of paper in his claw. “If you could all get settled please, I’ll be announcing the fathers shortly.”

The room stirred as each stallion quickly settled in.

“But before I get into that, first, a very special announcement! Equestria has a new Princess! Princess Kuu - a filly born to our very own Princess Luna this very night!”

The room erupted in applause.

“And the father is…” The applause was replaced by a drumroll of hooves on the ground. “Prince Shining Armor,” he announced. “That’s really awkward!”

Spike tossed that page away. “Moving on!”

“We have…” he paused, reading the page three times to be sure he was seeing it right. “We have… another announcement! A second Princess has been born tonight, this one to Princess Twilight.” He couldn’t keep the forced energy running any longer, reverting to dead pattern of speech. “She has not yet taken the time to name her children, so we don’t have any idea what to call her.”

“And the father is also Shining Armor,” he deadpanned. “No, I’m not joking. No, the agreement didn’t plan for that. I expect his life to be cut short by an angry Princess of Love by the end of the night. Rest in Peace, my literal brother from another mother.”

“The next child, a little unicorn colt, sired by Night… Light…” he trailed off. “What the fuck, dad. You, too? This family is messed up.”

“And the last, a little earth pony filly…”

1 Hour After the Incident

“I want you inside of me.”

Star Tracker dropped the sponge again, and this time it stayed in the water. Twilight’s sex was right there in front of him, winking madly. She was calling his name - literally begging for him to accept the proffered invitation.

He stood to his hooves, stepping into the tub so that the porcelain wouldn’t get in the way. Twilight turned with him, her tail flipping the other way as her muscles twitched in anticipation.

Two forelegs lifted from the water to seize around Twilight’s barrel. His erection was mere inches away from parting her folds - an act that he had never done in his own memory before. The shuddering terror of inexperience overtook him and he began trembling as he pushed up slightly more against her back.

Her head turned to his. “It’s okay,” she reassured him. “You’ll be fine. I really do want this.”

Star Tracker nodded wordlessly and pressed forward - not with intent to penetrate, but with the intent to kiss. Their lips met. Twilight closed her eyes and pressed her lips into his, his inexperienced tongue dancing around hers with uncertainty. If he had been trying, he’d missed the mark; she could feel his erection between her teats, throbbing softly with his heartbeat as they stood in their intimate embrace. Their lips parted and Star Tracker panted heavily, his warm breath tickling her ear. She shivered at the teasing sensation.

“Please,” she whimpered once again. ”Don’t make me ask again.”

“Okay,” he whispered. His head buried into her mane as he carefully repositioned himself. She felt the tip of his shaft press against her warm entrance. Then he took a deep breath, and pressed forward slowly into her.

His breath was let out slowly from between clenched teeth as he felt his cock sink slowly into the Princess that he’d longed since he was just a colt. It was wholly alien. It was entirely unbelievable. It was completely amazing. His hips met her flank and he sat there for a moment in disbelief.

All of the disgust he’d felt toward what the other stallions had done - what she’s been allowing them to do - came crashing down on him. He hugged her even closer with his forelegs as the affection he’d harbored for his entire life erupted in his heart, throwing all of that disgust away.

“I love you, Twilight.” His whisper was choked up as tears came to his eyes.

Those words again.

Those same three words he’d uttered right before she wiped his memory.

A stinging blurriness came to Twilight’s eyes and she struggled to stop herself from crying. “It’s strange,” she whispered, her soft voice cracking with emotion. “But think I might love you, too.”

And even though Star Tracker hadn’t moved at all, it felt like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. All of the guilt for what she’d done. All of the hiding to avoid him. It was all still there, but it suddenly didn’t matter the way it did before. And with that baggage no longer weighing her down, she longed for even more of his touch. Even though her sore pussy was nearly raw, she wanted him to have this. To give herself completely to him. Not because she was horny, or because he somehow deserved it. But because she truly desired it in her own heart.

And she wanted him to do it now.

She wiggled her hips, encouraging him to continue. He slowly obliged her, pulling out just as slowly as he had first entered. Then, he pushed forward again. The head of his flare went deep into her canal, kissing her cervix before pulling back. She moaned, no longer feeling a need to hold back. He grunted and moaned with her.

His cock slid out and then in again - faster and faster, the tip knocked into the doors of Twilight’s foal factory - a door which strained at the edges. His thrusting continued, each more frantic and desperate than the last, until he pressed forward again, slamming into her at the peak of his pleasure, and hilting her as deep as he could. The head of his cock squeezed through the barrier of Twilight’s womb, flaring out and sealing the exit.

Dying sperm cells littered the chamber. An egg, battered by the onslaught of the unsuccessful armies, floated amongst the fluids within her body, awaiting the moment it would be flushed out by her body’s natural cleaning processes.

The chamber shook once more; one final seismic event for the barely existent foals inside of her as two voices cried out somewhere beyond that world. The invader pulsed and throbbed as one more battalion of sperm cells raided the chamber, swimming about in an aimless search for a castle to siege.

One final battered castle wall caved under the onslaught as a lone champion slipped inside and took the throne before retiring to rest upon the uterine wall.

Author's Note

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