I woke up to the sound of Luna moving around. His footsteps always seemed distinct for anyone else's, mostly because they were always hooves. Not that I was far removed from that now as well. When he stepped up to the door of the bedroom, I let out a soft whine and turned my head to look at him. "What time is it?"

"You have half an hour before your appointment." Luna's deep voice as he walked around the bed made happy tingles run up and down my spine—probably the only good thing to happen to my spine lately. "How's your back?"

I mutter enough curses to make a blush swell into being on Luna's cheeks, then employ all my earth ponyness to roll over and get my hooves under me. "Better when I'm standing. Half an hour, you said?"

"Less now, but there's enough time to get you presentable for your morning routine." Luna's words were accompanied by the soft blue glow of his magic. A moment later I felt a currycomb working through my coat while a brush started on my tail.

He finished with one side of me and my tail, swapped the currycomb to the other side and the brush to my mane.

When he started to lift the brushes away, I turned quickly and caught him with a kiss. Luna's eyes fluttered a moment, and I felt my own do the same as I thanked him for being in my life in the warmest way I could.

Finally we came up for air and he nuzzled my cheek. "We don't have half an hour anymore."

"Luna, you naughty stallion. Were you hoping for a quickie before we left?" I pressed my lips against his and smiled. When he just make a hungry sound deep in his throat, I knew I'd guessed right. Pulling back, I started for the door. "We should go. I may be wide as a house, but I'll be damned if I miss a day."

"I'd carry you if you needed it. You make my sister very happy, you know that?" Walking out behind me (because with my belly, he sure as hell wasn't going to be walking through a doorway with me), Luna seemed content to let me lead the way.

Leaving the little house I lived in, I waited for Luna to exit and make his way up beside me before answering. "I can still see her face when she looked so alone. I promised myself I wouldn't let her feel alone again so long as I lived."

"Really? I mean, that was a pretty intense moment, I'll agree, but you made that vow then?"

"Of course I didn't. It took the rest of the day to realize it was something I needed to do. Also, the Royal Guard have been adorable and helpful. I don't think I would have survived if it wasn't for their advice." The walk up to the castle wasn't too far, thankfully, but it was far enough that a mare in her last weeks of pregnancy could feel every still step of it.

The Royal Guards at the front gate were older men, but still in amazing shape. They didn't need to wave Luna and myself in, but they did smile and nod to us.

With companionable silence, we made our way to the throne room and were waved in.

Celestia sat on her throne with a baby in her arms and one breast exposed. The infant was quiet as she fed. Her eyes flicked up from the babe in her arms to my face, and I saw her smile. "Approach, Paul."

It was only formality. Despite this being a daily ritual and despite all the guards present knowing that, Celestia had the final say. I walked up to the steps and then started up them. Each step took a lot of effort, but I was an earth pony, and earth ponies don't quit.

Luna had explained to me that there was a bunch of rules and things you were meant to do when speaking to royalty—especially when they were in the throne room—but I ignored it all. "Good morning, Celestia." I reached the top platform and kept walking, rearing up and putting one forehoof on the seat of the throne beside her while I reached out and pulled her and her baby into a hug.

And it all had no basis in me getting closer to Celestia's chest.

"Good morning, Paul." Celestia kept our daughter cradled with one arm while she reached around my withers with her free one. "How are your hooves today? And you back?"

"Hooves are sore, back is still a problem. I've had some help dealing with it, however." My eyes flicked to the side. "Is Twilight up in her room?"

Celestia chuckled. "No, she's worked out that the library is fine with her taking her foal there so long as she uses a silence spell. I don't know if it was just her going stir crazy, but she worked this out about midday yesterday, and I think she would have camped in the library if I hadn't sent my guards in to find her."

The mental image had me giggling. "I assume Night's Eve has his own library card already?"

"Drat, I was going to make a joke about that. If he hasn't got one yet, it won't be long until he does." Celestia let go of the hug and I eased my weight down onto the floor again. "Luna, I have some things to discuss. I'll send one of my guards to accompany Paul to the library."

I'd learned it was better not to argue. All arguing did, with Celestia, was wear out your voice. "Thank you, Celestia." I turned and started back down the stairs. Each step told me that going down was more annoying than going up. Under my breath I muttered, "This is the last time I listen to vagina."

At the bottom I kissed Luna before walking to the doors to leave the throne room. Behind me, I heard Luna and Celestia start talking, but my attention was stolen by a very capable-looking woman walking up beside me. I looked up at her. C cups on a heavy frame. Nothing to write home about, but she definitely looked the part of warrioress—what with the heavy spear in her hands and the wings on her back. "Celestia is hiring women guards?"

"With over half her Royal Guard out on maternity leave, you bet she is. The princess asked the E.U.P. Guard to provide troops, and we came." I couldn't help but notice she kept looking at my flank. Finally, as we were nearing the library, she asked, "Does your talent—I mean your cutie mark is—"

"It only kicks in if you have unprotected sex near me. You don't plan to do that while we're in the library?" I asked as I reached the door.

She froze for a moment, then rushed up and opened the door for me. "I hadn't planned to. How'd you actually get them pregnant, anyway?" The moment she finished speaking, she looked shocked at what she asked. "I mean—I didn't meant—Does everyone get tongue-tied around you?"

"Mostly just you." I smiled at her, trying to show I hadn't taken any offense in what she'd asked. "Would you believe it was magic?" I walked through the open door and entered the library. There was a soft whisper—constantly—as if there were a lot of people all trying to keep their voices down. Which is exactly what the sound was.

"Oh, sure, magic. But you're an earth pony."

"Who was caught chasing the tails of three alicorns and having his tail chased by a fourth. Trust me, sometimes there's such a thing as too much magic. But, I wouldn't trade any of it for all the bits in the world. They're extraordinary women." I looked around the library, waiting for my eyes to adjust to the brightness.

"You're looking for Princess Twilight, right?"

"Yeah—uh… Sorry, I didn't ask your name."

"Soars High."

"Paul. Just Paul." I paused a moment, trying to remember what she'd asked. "Oh. Yes. Twilight."

"She's over that way." Soars gestured to one side and deeper into the library. "There's an advantage to being tall."

I started walking in the direction Soars had gestured, but stopped when she began following me. "I think I can handle talking to a princess alone."

Pausing, I could see Soars trying to process things. "Right. Alicorn. I'll wait at the door for you." She turned—showing off her wings and tail—and walked back to the entrance of the library.

Enjoying the sight for as long as I could reasonably get away with it, I turned back and started stalking my prey. Well, waddling after my prey, that is. When I was done having this foal, I would be avoiding pregnancy for— I couldn't finish that. Despite how much I hated being bloated, I couldn't believe how amazing it was that I was making another life.

"Paul?" Twilight's question got her a shhh from others nearby. She looked amazing. Having recovered from having her own baby, she'd kept a few extra curves and an extra cup size. I couldn't wait until I could spend some special time showing her how much she meant to me. "Sorry." She walked over, kneeled down, and hugged me around the neck for all she was worth.

I didn't try to return it, knowing if I did I'd either fall over, pee myself, or both. Instead I just nuzzled Twilight's neck and, when she gave me the chance, a little lower and down the front.

"Paul!" Twilight's shout earned her another round of shhh, and before she could even utter a sorry she closed her eyes and cast a spell. "There. No more getting yelled at."

I looked at the shimmering wall she'd created around us. "What did you do?"

"Magic barrier. No sound or light can get out. Which means no more shushing." Sticking her tongue out at the people who apparently couldn't see it wasn't childish—not if done by a princess.

Laughing at her antics, I stepped forward and nuzzled against her thigh. "I'm just doing my normal rounds. Making sure all of you know how special you are to me."

Twilight crouched down again, but this time she actually pulled my head into her cleavage and kissed me on the forehead. "You are, without a doubt, the most amazing father, Paul. Mother too, I bet. How close are you?"

"The pediatrician told me not to leave Canterlot, gave me a buzzer thingy to tap if I go into labor." That was still a little scary. Pregnancy I could deal with (even if it meant yelling, crying, or growling at Luna depending on what minute of the day it was), but that there was going to be a huge event in my life that would leave me with a foal to take care of—Stop it, Paul. You're prepared for this. You have so many people supporting you… Now I'm talking to myself again.

"Well, I wanted to show you how much I appreciate you." She reached out to my shoulders and started rubbing her fingers through my coat. I was putty in this woman's capable hands, and soon enough she shifted to the side and started rubbing further and further back.

"Twilight…" The rest of what I was about to say died on my tongue as her hand started rubbing my croup. It had been some time since I'd gotten any action at all, and to have her being so gentle and insistent made me wobble a little in anticipation. The truth was I hadn't felt sexy in months. "Please don't stop."

"Paul, I had no intention of stopping. Tell me if you get a cramp or if you want to slow down." Twilight's hands massaged my rump, fingers drifting over my cutie marks to send sparks of pleasure to my brain.

Moaning, I braced all four legs out to the sides slightly and locked my knees to stop from falling. One of her hands reached between my legs and found my heavy udder—swollen with milk. Her hand cupped one of my bulging mammaries, gave it a gentle squeeze that had me seeing stars, then swapped to the other. "I wouldn't do that unless—"

She did it. She squeezed one of my teats and I felt the moment my milk flowed out. It wasn't a huge spray, just a dribble, but it was still more of a mess than I wanted to leave. "I can clean up with a spell, Paul. Just relax and let me play."

"I can't relax when you're—when you're milking me." I'll take words I never thought I'd say for 100.

"Normally I'd tell you to keep it down, but with this spell up we can be as noisy as we want. No one short of Celestia or Luna could break this barrier." Both her hands found a teat each and she spread her fingers out around my mounds and gently massaged them—just like I'd done so many times to girls. What was I? B cup? I had to be bigger than that to be filling her hands. Solid Cs if I didn't miss my guess. When I had this foal, would my udder stay a little pronounced? Like how Twilight, Cadance, and Celestia's boobs had grown.

Just thinking of Cadance's boobs—pillowy and even more huge now—made me shudder and start letting out little whimpers with each of Twilight's gentle squeezes.

She didn't let up and she didn't falter. Twilight massaged my udders—gentle squeezing my mounds and swapping to my teats to squirt a little milk every now and again—until I could take it no more. Tensing every muscle in my body, I groaned around the swelling tide of pleasure that pushed me all the way into an orgasm.

And still she didn't let up.

Huffing and panting, I wanted to tell her to stop and to never stop at the same time, but my mouth, lungs, and vocal cords only seemed capable of grunts, moans, and whines now. I was a slave to sensation, and Twilight controlled that.

One of her hands left my udder—my right udder—and I felt it tickle its way up between and behind my legs. I knew what her target was, and despite bracing for it, when she pressed her palm over my vulva, I came again—hard. "Paul, you're an amazing person. I couldn't even think of doing this with someone else, but for you—in the library—I don't want it any other way."

The words didn't make much sense to me. I was trying to keep from shaking apart and collapsing on the floor while she just held me. The orgasm wouldn't let up—not while she still kept massaging my udder with her left hand—and I whined out long and low as I felt something within me shift.

"Paul, are you okay?" Twilight asked.

I couldn't answer her as another orgasm overwhelmed any hope to reply. What was with Twilight and her magic hands today? Whining and panting, I strained to get myself into some semblance of order. "You're joking?" I barely managed to get the words out before I was panting again. "I feel amazing."

Twilight's reply was to slide two fingers into me. I saw stars in that moment, and strained my entire body not to cum again on the spot. Vagina was in her happy place, and the breasts twins (who were new to my mental troupe) were taking turns praising Twilight's efforts. Everyone else (including me) was just along for the ride, surfing the waves of pleasure that Twilight gave me.

She worked her fingers in and out, the motion if not size reminding me of stallions that had stamina—which made me think of Luna. When she finally pushed me over the edge again, I felt that clenching-shift inside and cried out in mental and physical bliss.

Struggling to make sense of the world as my heavy body trembled and shook, I could barely hear Twilight muttering something. When I unclenched my eyes, I saw she was casting a spell.

Magic bubbled over me, around my legs and up under my tail. I gasped when it slid over anything sensitive, but I knew what she was doing—cleaning up the evidence. The time for the spell to finish gave me enough of a breather to get my head in order. "That was pretty intense."

"You wouldn't believe how much mess you'd made. Wait, there's still more coming out. Uh…"

There was one logical reason why Twilight would trail off like that, and it involved me needing to leave fast. "You're going to tell me my water just broke while you were finger-fucking me, aren't you?"

"Y-Yeah. You have that button handy? I can get you to the hospital, we just need them to be ready for you." Twilight used her magic to stack all her books up while I fished around for the button. "Can't teleport you, so looks like I'll be carrying you. Hold on."

Before I had a chance to press the button, Twilight took it from me and started her magic at pressing it over and over. She picked me up—thankfully supporting me—and let go of the privacy spell. We were surrounded by nearly a dozen people. "Make room, please. Her water just broke and we need to get her to hospital."

I actually giggled at the time it took most of those gathered to realize what Twilight meant. In that time, however, Soars High had used her wings to make a path for us and led the way outside. I'd seen the way earth ponies in the Guard could carve a path, but seeing a pegasus doing it was something else. She hunched forward, wings spread a little, and dared anyone to get in her way.

Okay, I was going into labor—I shouldn't be getting turned on by a hunky Guard, but vagina (despite her current distress) was curious to know what Soars would look like as a stallion. No! Bad vagina! In punishment, you get to have a foal.

Vagina was not laughing.

An hour and a half. An hour and a half of intermittent discomfort and pain—that slowly got faster and faster—but then…

Then he came out and greeted the world with a loud cry. I was drenched in sweat from head to hoof, and barely noticed that it was over. I expected more to come out, and some did, but the nurse and doctor didn't look surprised at it, so I didn't feel worried.

It was a shock when the foal cozied up to the same teats Twilight had been playing with earlier, and suckled. There was a kind of mental wall I hit then. His little mouth wasn't sexual in the slightest, but there was something about him nursing that just relaxed me utterly.

I could hear the nurses growling at someone. My ears flicked and I tracked the words. "I don't care who you are, she needs peace and quiet." There was some muffled sounds of reply. "Alright. One of you. The father."

"That would be me." Luna's deep voice became clear, and it sent a shiver down my spine. "Show me to them."

I saw the nurse step into the room, but I completely ignored her for Luna. He was solid and real and he looked terrified. "Come and give me a kiss before I spontaneously grow a horn and drag you over here," I said.

He rushed across to my bed, leaned down, and pressed his lips to mine. There was nothing left between us. I could feel his tongue playfully poking at my lips—lips that parted for him to delve deeper. He leaned a bit more into me, pushing his tongue into my mouth and giving me a small sample of what he wanted to really do.

When our lips broke, I let out a contented sigh. Holy shit, when did I fall for him so much? Well, I mean, over about a year and a half it had been a slow tumble, but I was ready to give him another foal if he asked. Womb? Shit, more body parts want a say in my life. "I love you," I said.

"I love you too, Paul. You know, though, those women out there do too?" He nodded toward the door. "I've never seen my sister like this before, and Twilight's not much better. They're—" He lost his train of thought and, looking down, I could see why. The little colt—our little colt—lifted his head from my teat and looked at Luna.

Luna looked stunned—spellbound. His eyes were as wide as they could get as he lifted a hoof and gently brought it to the little colt's snout. Dwarfed was an understatement. Our colt's nose was so tiny it easily fit in Luna's frog and had room to rattle around. "He's so tiny and—and so perfect."

His reaction had me grinning despite the completely wasted feeling that had settled over me. Another boop from Luna and our newest royal burped loudly. Picking our little colt up, Luna lifted him up and set him between my forelegs. "Have you come up with a name for him?"

I know the nurse had said I would feel tired after giving birth, but this was ridiculous. I could barely even think, and here Luna was asking me to saddle (heh) our foal with a name to last his whole life. Closing my eyes, I looked up at Luna and whispered, "Sweet Dreams."

I'd never meant it to be his name, but it fit. Luna had told the nurse, who'd told the doctor, and the doctor wrote the forms. My little Sweet Dreams had suckled for nearly a whole year. One day he just seemed less interested in my milk and started trying to get at anything we were eating.

It was amazing to see him grow up, but when he finally stopped drinking my milk—I changed back. Waking up one morning with my little colt snuggled against me, I realized something was off. My legs felt wrong and I could feel the chill of a Canterlot morning.

A warm, fuzzy snout tucked in against my far-less-furred neck and nibbled. "Paul, looks like you're back to your upright self. Does this mean you'll help with the diapers?"

Snorting, I turned a little to lay on my back. Sweet Dreams lifted his head and looked at me before tilting to the side a little. Right, he didn't recognize me.

"It's still me, Sweets." I curled a hand around his back and nestled him closer—just like I would with a foreleg. He seemed to get the idea. "Yeah. I can definitely do that now. Using my mouth just didn't—"

"I understand. Given the disasters he'd leave, I wouldn't want to put my nose anywhere near his diaper." Lifting his head up, Luna lay down across my chest and pressed his snout into Sweet's ear.

Pinned in place, I couldn't be happier than to hear our foal giggling. "On the plus side, this means I am at a good height to observe my third-favorite things again."

"You," Luna said before he nuzzled and licked Sweet's ear again, "are the strangest person I know. You'd only have had to ask and you'd have some of the most epic busts to rest your head on—but no. You want to be tall enough to see them."

"Absolutely. Heck, I've technically had my own for a year, but those don't count. I guess I could go to court today. Celestia might have run out of guards again and be slumming it as a woman again." I reached up to Luna's ears and started to rub one. The result was him slumping down on me with more weight.

"Well, now you're not going anywhere." Luna's throat rumbled against my chest as he spoke. He wasn't heavy, just extra-cozy to have on me there. "Trapped forever by your own design."

"I'd be fine with that—Your Highness." As soon as I said it, Luna jerked. "What's the matter?"

"You play dirty."

Sweet was now asleep again, but the jostling we were causing was bound to wake him. "I always play dirty, but normally I play dirty in ways that don't get my huge stallion to wail and gnash his teeth in horror. Please hop off, love, I need to use the bathroom."

Lifting his head, Luna slid off his side of the bed and his blue aura lifted Sweet Dreams up. "I've got him. You go." It was impossible not to love this stallion. Smart, sexy, and thoughtful—a heady combination that I'd fall for again and again.

Still, I couldn't sit around and admire his work, time to get up. The run to the bathroom was more sedate today. The stress of giving birth wasn't my male body's burden to bear. Once I'd done my business in the bathroom (the common shower, shit, and a shave combo), I walked out into the kitchen to find Luna feeding Sweet Dreams his breakfast.

That's when I realized I'd forgotten to wear pants—or any clothes at all. Pausing for a moment, I shrugged and continued walking into the kitchen. We'd moved again, this time to a villa on the castle grounds. We had our own little house, though we could always order meals from the main kitchen if we were both feeling out of it.

Today, Luna had made us some toast with poached eggs on them. For Sweet Dreams it was little fingers of toast with some rich apple jelly on them. He looked at me and raised an eyebrow—probably at my appearance without clothes.

"I forgot, okay? I've spent so long as a mare I've forgotten I need to wear clothes, then I figured why bother? I'll get something sorted before I leave." Sitting down at the table meant any naughty bits were hidden anyway. I stuck my tongue out at him, only to have him float a plate over. "Have I told you I love you today?"

"Several times, but another would always be appreciated." When his magic settled the plate before me, he returned to eating his own.

"I love you to bits you big, hunky stallion." There was absolutely nothing left of the hetero man who'd arrived in Equestria several years ago. I could look Luna in the eyes and, without a hint of a lie, tell him how much I adored him. Not that I'd completely changed. "Any plans for the day?"

"I was going to visit my sister at court, actually, but now it looks like it will be a family outing. Do you know how her daughter is doing?" Luna caught a piece of toast from Sweet a moment before it hit the table.

I found some pants to wear, a shirt, and even let Luna take some time to do my hair before we headed out for the morning. Luna carried Sweet on his back while I walked beside them. The castle grounds were—as always—immaculate.

Being back in my upright-body reminded me of a lot more things than what was on a woman's chest. I was way more relaxed now. I could walk around without feeling like I was walking a razor's edge and I had this feeling that any trouble that wasn't directly in my way would find itself resolved. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't, but I didn't get worked up with worrying.

The Royal Guards in the entryway just bowed and let us past, as did the few petitioners that were waiting to attend court themselves. The big doors were wide open and I could hear Celestia talking to somepony with a calm and relaxed tone. When we entered the throne room unannounced, Celestia's head snapped around and when she spotted us a smile broke across her face like sunrise itself. "Please, Jet, I know you can take care of it yourself. Contact Raven on your way out to appropriate any further funding."

Jet Set—I knew her name only because I'd remembered the modest (but very perky) C cups she sported—bowed to Celestia, shot us a smile, and made her way out.

"Paul, you're done lactating then. It's good to see you standing proud on your own two feet again." Celestia strode down the stairs from her throne, and I got to see what set her apart from most other women. Pregnancy had done nothing to reduce her chest—the exact opposite. She'd carried a pair of DD cup breasts before our shower dance had resulted in her getting pregnant, now this goddess' chest were very perky F cups.

"Thank you, Celestia." I walked right up to her, wrapped one arm around behind Celestia's back, and tipped her down and backward while supporting her. As she stared up at me in surprise, I planted a kiss on her lips.

The change was immediate and surprising. One moment I had an alabaster goddess in my arms, the next she'd turned into an equally impressive stallion.

"Was my kiss that good?" I asked.

"N-N—" Celestia shook his head, and I was sure he was likely giving a show to anyone who could see under his belly. "Yes. I can't lie about that, but most of it was anticipation. The way you look at me, all of me, makes things tighten in my belly and I just can't—" Celestia cut himself off and looked at Luna. "Does he make you lose control too?"

"Every day," Luna said. "From the moment he opens his eyes in the morning until he curls up beside me at night, I find myself about to stumble over my words, trip over nothing, or put on a show that's not safe for foals."

If I wasn't so relaxed with these two, I'd maybe feel a little hurt or put out. The fact was they'd grown closer in the last two years. Luna proved that to me when he hugged Celestia and the pair used their wings to wrap each other up.

Sweet Dreams thought this was great and climbed up Luna's back and sat on his head. He looked at Celestia and let out an excited giggle, waving his forelegs at her.

"Such a handsome young man." Celestia's gold magic lifted Sweet up and he pulled the colt into the hug he and Luna were sharing. "I bet seeing your mommy become a man was a bit of a surprise?"

"For about five seconds. Sweets seemed to know it was still me." I looked around the throne room while the brothers hugged, nodding to the many Royal Guard—most of which were mares, and some with proud bellies. "Sometimes I wonder if you've changed all that much, Celestia."

"Huh?" Celestia looked over Luna's shoulder at me and saw that I was looking at the Guardponies. "I was not treating them as they deserved. Having you a little further away has made things a little less explosive, but I will not shy away from a mare who knows the risks and wants some fun."

Several of the pregnant guards wore big grins and seemed to have not an ounce of regret. I kinda couldn't blame them. Celestia—as a woman or a stallion—was probably one of the most impressive sights for any guy or mare to see in all Equestria. If I wasn't firmly attached to Luna's side, I might even have done a stupid thing like apply to join Celestia's guards. "You're all adults. It's not my place to pry, so I won't—further, that is."

"Permission to speak?" one of the Guard said.

Celestia was quick to nod. "Always granted, you know that, Flash."

The mare fluffed her wings and cleared her throat. "Prince Paul, we appreciate your concern. Prince Celestia takes good care of us and I always wanted a big family. The Guard is our family, and we take care of each other—Celestia included." Flash looked up a little to look Celestia in the eyes. "Thank you for listening."

What was not said at the end, combined with how Celestia had given Flash permission to speak, said that she was talking about a more general interpretation.

Celestia wasn't taking advantage of his guards. It was the opposite—they were all taking care of each other as one big, extended relationship. A little like the loose bonds I shared with Twilight, Celestia, and even Cadance and Shining. Ponies were so damn full of love that they shared it so well.

I looked at the two big stallions that were only now stepping apart, and even my colt now riding on Celestia's back, and could finally understand a little of the paradise I'd landed in.

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