Twilight Sparkle was about to turn in for the night when she heard a frantic knock on her castle’s front door. The young princess wondered who could possibly be here this late in the afternoon. She reached the foyer and who ever was knocking did so again, this time faster.

“I’m coming,” Twilight called!

Upon opening the front doors, Twilight was nearly crushed in half by a particular pink pregnant party pony.

Five Minutes Later...

Once Twilight had regained control of her breath and popped all her joints back into place she gave her full attention to Pinkie Pie, who was desperate to tell her something. After Twilight got the full story from Pinkie Pie she was honestly at a loss for words. If what Pinkie Pie told her was true this would be the center of any gestation scientists’ attention. Unborn fetuses actually wrestling with each other from separate wombs? Unimaginable!

Twilight decided to focus on the matter at hoof and help her friend. If Twilight was to be honest, while she had read a good number of books on the subject in the past, her knowledge of the mental state of expecting mares was still relatively low. Not that she didn’t want to know, she just didn’t have any reason to until now. In other words, Twilight had no idea how to cheer up a pregnant mare who’s insides were recently used like a royal guards’ training dummy.

Twilight decided to change tactics and ask Pinkie Pie what she would want if she were in Mrs. Cake’s position.

Pinkie Pie thought hard at that question. Looking at it from her boss’ perspective, she assumed she would be pretty steamed and want to be left alone for a while. Even before they got pregnant there were times when Mrs. Cake would get upset at Pinkie Pie for one reason or another. In the end though, Mrs. Cake would always forgive Pinkie either after she calmed down or if Pinkie Pie apologized and was sincere about it.

As she pondered how to apologize Pinkie Pie began to feel her little bun-buns wake up and move. Twilight noticed this too and politely asked if she could feel. Pinkie Pie nodded and soon both mares had their hooves caressing the big pink orb of life. As her foals fought for space Pinkie Pie couldn’t help but feel that their movements were a way of telling their mother she was forgetting something. She had already figured out that her shenanigans would sometimes get her into trouble, but if she said she was sorry and did what she could to make up for it, she was forgiven.

Then it hit Pinkie Pie. She knew she had to apologize but, until now, didn’t give much thought into why she needed to apologize. Even with pregnancy Pinkie Pie still remained herself. Friendly, bubbly, hysterical, etc. Regardless, she knew she had to take care while she was baking her bun-buns. She took it easy most of the time but there were times when not even a foal-filled belly slowed her down and she was up to her old tricks and silly behavior. However, this has more often than not got her sick or exhausted very easily.

At this realization, Pinkie Pie now knew that her antics put her foals at risk. Worse, her “Tummy Tussle” idea did just that, and caught Mrs. Cake’s unborn twins in the middle of it. No wonder Mrs. Cake was mad at her! Heck, even she remembered grumbling to herself about encouraging her bun-buns to roughhouse with Mrs. Cakes’ like that.

Now, not only did she have to say sorry to Mrs. Cake, but also say sorry to her unborn twins and her own bun-buns. “Bun-buns,” said Pinkie Pie to her little oven, “I’m sorry for making you wrestle with Mrs. Cake’s foals the other night. I was only trying to help us get some shut-eye after another busy day at work. I know you two like to move about a lot, but getting you to fight with another pair of baking buns for our sake is no excuse for putting your health in danger.”

Twilight listened to Pinkie Pie’s heartfelt apology and smiled, proud of her friend for finding the solution to her predicament.

“I promise you, until the time comes for you to come out of my oven, I will treat you two like the most fragile cake or pastry in all of Equestria. You will spend the remainder of your baking in absolute comfort! In fact, I dare say I’ll keep you in there longer to make up for the times you were thrown about like rubber chickens!”

Twilight had to repress a giggle at that. As determined as her friend sounds, she wouldn’t actually attempt to prolong her pregnancy... would she?

“So long story short, I’m very, very, very, very sorry. Can you ever forgive me?” As if they were actually responding to their mother, Pinkie’s bun-buns started to kick out in a rhythm.

Tap... tap tap

Tap... tap tap

“I think that’s their way of saying, ‘Yes, mommy,’” said Twilight.

Of course, Twilight was joking. But Pinkie Pie thought Twilight just confirmed something she talked about with Cup Cake day’s ago. “I think you’re right, Twilight! I think they’re beginning to understand and try and talk back to us!”

“Uh, Pinkie, I was just-“

“I knew it was possible! Mrs. Cake said she thought it would be best if it didn’t happen to us but now it has! My little bun-buns are the first to talk to their Mommy from inside the oven!”

“Pinkie Pie, that’s-“

“Bun-buns! If you can hear me and understand me, kick my bellybutton three times!”

Twilight was about to face-hoof until Pinkie grabbed her hoof, changing its coruse from her face to the big pink sphere. Under her hoof Twilight felt Pinkie Pie’s bellybutton bulge out suddenly three times.

Twilight Sparkle was flabbergasted.

“Good bun-buns,” Pinkie Pie declared! “Now, if you feel sorry for hurting your Aunt Cup Cake’s foals, drag your hooves from the top part of my belly down across my bellybutton and stop when you feel the floor I’m sitting on!”

Poor Twilight’s brain was about to go into a “does not compute” overheat when she watched two hoof-shaped bulges follow the very path that Pinkie Pie told them to follow. This was impossible! A mother’s bond with her foals was strong, sure, but not one of this magnitude! She was desperate to pass this off as another one of Pinkie’s pranks but even Pinkie Pie couldn’t defy the laws of Mother Nature!

The last thing Twilight remembered before the floor raced up to meet her face was Pinkie Pie suggesting to her foals they play a game of “Ring Around the Rosy.”

When Twilight Sparkle woke up back in her bedroom, she noticed that it was nearly Sunrise and a note had been taped to her horn. Grumbling about the really awkward dream she just had, Twilight pulled the note off of her mane and immediately noticed Pinkie’s hoofwriting.

Twilight nearly passed out again, the note making it clear that it wasn’t a dream.

Twilight didn’t know what to make of the contents and requests of her friends’ letter, but at least it would be something to get her mind off of the events she desperately thought were a dream.

Actually, no. Now that she had a short time to unwind her “bookworm/scholar” instincts kicked in. This unnatural fetal movement must be looked into and the person that Pinkie’s letter said to visit was one Twilight would have visited anyway.

After all, who better to ask about strange, unknown, possibly magical phenomena than a certain zebra herbalist?

***

Through the streets of Ponyville skipped, well trotted, Pinkie Pie. Long before has she lost her signature skip due to her baking bun-buns becoming too big in her little oven. She didn’t mind though. She knew skipping would make her bun-buns uncomfortable and she most certainly didn’t want to do that.

Anyway, Pinkie Pie had just got done talking to her good friend Twilight. Pinkie had gone to see her to ask if there was a way to properly apologize to Cup Cake for the recent... “mishap” with the miniature boxing ring. After talking with her alicorn friend, along with some careful thinking of her own, she came to the conclusion that she had to make up for the risks she put her and Mrs Cake’s foals at.

Pity that Twilight fell asleep on her. One moment she got through with a fourth round of “Ring Around the Rosy” with her bun-buns, and another she noticed Twilight lying on the floor in front of her. She thought the Twilight was probably up all night reading again and those hours of lost sleep caught up to her.

Before Pinkie Pie left she thought of a way to repay the debt she owed to Mrs. Cake and both their unborn foals. Although, she needed some help if she’s were to pull it off. She found some quills and paper and wrote a note for Twilight, carried the unconscious alicorn to her bedroom, and taped the note to her horn for her to read when she woke up.

Hopefully, by the time Pinkie Pie had finished apologizing to Mrs. Cake, Twilight would return with the... remedies she needed from Zecora.

It would be a wild ride for Pinkie from there.

***

Cup Cake thanked Celestia when she heard the front doors of her home open and the slow, heavy clopping of a pony’s hooves on the floor. She repositioned herself on the couch and laid on her side. After that she breathed in and called out, “Pinkie Pie? Is that you, dearie?!”

Almost immediately, the pony in question waddled into the living room at a quick pace. The two pregnant mares stared at each other in an awkward silence for a moment, unsure of what to say. A hard kick from one of the foals in either womb brought the mothers back into focus. The began to talk at the same time but fell silent again, waiting for one or the other to start first.

“You first, dearie,” said Cup Cake.

“Mrs. Cake,” began Pinkie Pie, “I’m sorry for causing you and our foals harm. I was only trying to help the both of us but I forgot to take the safety of our foals in fruition. I now realize that you had gone through this already with Pumpkin and Pound so I can assume your insides were already sore to begin with. If you wish to punish me that will not be necessary; I already have a plan for that. Anyway can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”

Cup Cake was close to tears. Although she really truly couldn’t stay mad at Pinkie Pie for long, it was very touching for Pinkie to acknowledge and apologize for her actions. “Of course I forgive you, dearie. I’m sorry too. I realized you had no way of knowing our foals would act like that so it was hardly your fault. It might have been a case of mood swings but that’s no excuse for me treating you the way I did. I hope you can forgive me too.”

“Apology accepted and forgiveness given!” Pinkie leaned in and nuzzled Cup Cake’s neck. Cup Cake returned the nuzzle and patted Pinkie on her back.

A flurry of movement from her stomach reminded Cup Cake of another pressing matter that needed to be dealt with, and fast. She gently pushed Pinkie Pie back and gave her a serious look.

“Pinkie dearie, I need your help.”

“Huh? What is it? Do you need a hoof rub? Are your cravings creeping in again?”

“No dearie. It concerns Pumpkin and Pound.”

“Oh, okay. Speaking of which where are those two stinkers? Have they ditched their playpen and are now playing hide-and-seek?”

“If only, Pinkie dearie. You see... they are...”

“Oh! Oh! I know! They were so good at hiding from you that they forgot where they were! Well not to worry Mrs. Cake, I’ll find those two rascals faster than you can say-“

”ah-CHOO!”

“OOH!”

Pinkie Pie had to do a double take on what just transpired before her.

The voice behind that muffled sneezing sound not only belonged to Pound Cake, but it was followed by Mrs. Cake’s slightly larger stomach suddenly bulging out. She normally would have said “Bless you!” to whoever it was that sneezed, but right now Pinkie Pie was caught off-guard by the realization of what Mrs. Cake was trying to tell her.

“I see now,” Pinkie Pie stated calmly. “Your cravings kicked in and Pumpkin and Pound were playing hide-and-seek at the same time. But they must have got bored of playing it by themselves and wanted to talk to their new siblings but wanted to get closer to them so they decided, under the impression the foals were in your stomach, to get eaten by you in order to get as close to the foals as possible but now they are trapped with no way out and now you want me to try one of my “tricks” to get them out before they’re digested.” Pinkie Pie paused to take a breath and then turned back to her boss. “Right?”

Cup Cake didn’t know wether to face-hoof or simply shake her head. Pinkie’s observation was relatively accurate to what actually happened but at this point she was too tired to care. In the end she nodded. “So, do you have any ideas, dearie,” Cup Cake asked?

Pinkie scratched her chin as she regarded Mrs. Cake’s bulbous belly. She walked over, sat down in front of Mrs. Cake, and placed her other hoof on where she assumed Pumpkin and Pound were. She felt them move a little as they tried to make themselves more comfortable, with little success. Pinkie Pie pondered hard on how she would achieve her niece and nephew’s rescue.

She could try to push them out from the outside like forcing a snake to regurgitate its’ prey, but that would cause Mrs. Cake and both pairs of foals great discomfort. Maybe reach down Mrs. Cake’s throat and pull them out? No, Mrs. Cake would choke. And while Pinkie wasn’t a unicorn she was sure trying to teleport them out runs the risk of doing it to the wrong foals.

Pinkie Pie was considering simply regurgitating them in a safe, controlled manner when one of her restless foals kicked the other one, knocking her out of her thoughts. She put both hooves to her belly and said, “Good grief, bun-buns. You two are causing Mommy’s oven such a hassle. If you keep this up, you’ll make all three of us feel like the aftermath of a suger rush!”

Sugar rush...

Pinkie Pie suddenly realized her solution to rescuing the trapped twins. It was a long shot, and Cup Cake most likely wouldn’t like it, but it was their only chance.

“I think I have an idea Mrs. Cake, but I’m not sure if you’ll like it.”

Cup Cake knew that tone of voice that Pinkie just used. When she heard Pinkie Pie use it, that meant it had to be something serious. “What is it dearie?”

“Well...” Pinkie Pie rubbed the back of her head nervously. “Do you remember what happened when you accidentally ate some of that vanilla coffee ice cream sundae when you were pregnant the first time?”

Now Cup Cake wished she never asked.

***

Neither Pumpkin nor Pound knew how long they were trapped in their Mommy’s stomach. All they did know was if they didn’t figure a way out soon they would be in big trouble. They had been struggling for comfort within the confined space of their mother’s stomach that they we’re starting to grow desperate.

“I wanna get outta hewe,” Pound Cake whined!

“I do too,” cried Pumpkin Cake! “But how?!”

“‘Dis wouldn’t a happen if yew jusht let da foals come out on dere own!”

“I was twying to hewp Mommy! Dose foals were making hew misewable and I thought ‘dis was ‘da best way!”

“By getting eaten by ouw own Mommy?! Congwatuwations, you did it!”

Pumpkin Cake was close to tears. She knew getting eaten by their own Mommy was foolish just to get closer to the new foals, but she did it anyway. Now she and her brother were doomed to stay in this dark prison while their Mommy suffered still.

Pound Cake heard his sister sniffle and saw he had made her sad. Now he felt bad for yelling at her. He just wanted to get out before something worse happened but that didn’t mean he had to blame his sister for it, let alone yell at her. Pound Cake walked over to Pumpkin and wrapped his tiny hooves around her. “I’m sowwy,” he said. “I jusht want to be safe isth all. I didn’t mean da yeww at you.”

Pumpkin Cake did the only thing she knew what she could do: return the hug and forgive him. It wasn’t her place to interfere with the laws of nature. These things take time and need to be regarded patiently. From now on she would wait for her new siblings without fuss. It might not make things easier for Mommy, but that doesn’t mean Pumpkin won’t help her mother to the best of her abilities to be comfortable.

The two siblings were just breaking their hug up when they heard a munching sound. They looked to the sealed entrance of their prison with fear. Was Mommy eating some pony else? If so, who could it be? Surely not Aunt Pinkie Pie; she’s too big! No, that’s just silly. Mommy wasn’t eating any pony or else they might have heard something. Mommy was just eating, but what?

Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake soon got their answer when they were suddenly neck-deep in something cold and squishy. “Ice c-c-cweam,” asked a cold Pound Cake?

It didn’t end there, for the shivering foals were then drenched in caramel sauce, whipped cream, chunks of chocolate, and coffee beans.

Confusion turned to realization when they took notice of how hungry they were. With how long they were trapped in their Mommy’s stomach they must have missed supper. And Mommy and Daddy normally never let either of them near anything with sugar.

Faced with this kind of opportunity, they dug in like wild animals.

***

After consuming the ice cream, Cup Cake waited anxiously. After a minute or two she felt Pumpkin and Pound begin to devour the already-devoured ice cream. The thought of them actually doing that made Cup Cake gag.

While her first set of twins ate, Cup Cake felt her second set stir in her womb, seemingly confused by all the ruckus. She rubbed the lower portion of her mountainous middle and whispered, “Thank Celestia you two won’t be having any of that ice cream. My poor body wouldn’t be able to take it anymore.”

“I’m very sorry about this Mrs. Cake,” Pinkie Pie said sadly while holding an empty ice cream tub. “I know you vowed not to do this again for the foreseeable future, and this may be worse than the “Tummy Tussle” match the other night, but it’s the only thing I could think of.”

Cup Cake wanted to scold Pinkie Pie for this alright, but right now wasn’t the time. She agreed to this idea as long as Pinkie Pie swore to double her work ethics, pregnant or not, for as long as she sees fit. Cup Cake felt Pumpkin and Pound were halfway through the ice cream when another thought struck her.

“Pinkie Pie, what did you mean before when you said you already had a punishment for yourself planned?”

Pinkie Pie finished putting the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink and came back into the living room. “Let’s just say it will be an improvement to the punishment you gave me. I’ll tell you when it’s close to bedtime.”

Cup Cake was in no mood for puzzles and was about to demand Pinkie to spill the deans when she felt her captive foals finish off the last of the ice cream. All other thoughts were quickly brushed aside and Cup Cake got up off the couch and made her way to the middle of the living room floor. Pinkie Pie then pushed the couch out of the living room, joining it with all the other furniture pushed out of there when Cup Cake was eating.

After last time, Cup Cake made sure she wouldn’t spend another full day shopping for new furniture.

Cup Cake sat down in the middle of the now empty living room, placed her hooves on the sides of her belly, and waited for the inevitable. She felt Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake’s bodies begin to shake, and soon the shaking turned into vibrating. The vibrating got faster and faster until the twins couldn’t hold the overdose of caffeine in any longer.

Needless to say, poor Cup Cake was in for a wild ride!

At first, the twins simply kicked and pushed out Cup Cake’s belly with more force and speed than normal, but soon the shapes of the foals’ flailing limbs showed through the skin and fur of the belly as they threw themselves around. The shape of the belly changed sporadically as it was stretched and moved at many angles in many directions.

Mrs. Cake, with what little restraint she had, only sat as still as she could and stared down at her middle in silent horror as the twins pushed and pounded her stomach outward, making her grunting in discomfort every time a protrusion stretched out far enough to feel like she was about to burst open.

Unfortunately for Mrs. Cake the twins were only getting started. She felt a small yet fierce tickling sensation in her belly close to her chest and could only assume it was Pound Cake fluttering his wings at a frantic rate. He was flapping his wings so fast that they were emitting a noise similar to the revving sound Scootaloo makes with her own wings while riding her scooter. Hopefully nothing to worry about, right?

Wrong.

Cup Cake would never find out how, but her son somehow caught wind under his wings in the tightly confined space of her belly and actually managed to lift her up with him. A foot off the floor, Cup Cake felt her daughter pull them back down and then erratically gallop in small circles while the front of her belly was on the floor.

Cup Cake briefly feared the safety of her unborn twins before she was once again lifted up by her son’s burst of flight, tossed from side to side for a moment, and again yanked to the floor by her daughter, landing upright on her haunches.

***

Pound Cake decided to take things up a notch and kicked his wings into high gear as he forced himself against the upper right portion of the stomach, dragging poor Cup Cake across the floor. Then it was his sisters’ turn. When the stretched out flesh pulled her brother back down, Pumpkin Cake saw an opportunity and rammed herself against the opposite end of the belly; the lower left portion close to the floor.

***

A split second after the protrusion that was her son pulling her one direction retracted back into her stomach, Cup Cake was yanked the opposite direction by a another similarly sized protrusion that was most likely her daughter before it retracted as well, allowing her a moment to breathe.

The overly hyperactive twins then decided to get a little playful and proceeded to chase each other within their tiny prison in a game of tag. This caused them to drag their mother across the floor again as they would dash about three feet in a random direction, gallop around each other to avoid being tagged and thus spin her in place for a second, before one of them dashed away and restarted the routine. If she wasn’t currently dizzy Cup Cake would have feared of getting carpet burns.

Poor Cup Cake was dragged and spun around long enough to nearly puke. But thankfully the foals soon grew bored of playing tag and came to a stop. Their mother almost fell on top of her stomach from the momentum but she was quickly jolted back by the twins. They then repeated the brief sequence of Pound Cake flying up into the upper area of the stomach and Pumpkin Cake ramming into the lower area on the opposite side. Only this time, it was reversed as Pound and Pumpkin now forced themselves against the upper left portion of the stomach and the lower right, respectively.

Pound Cake’s sugar/caffeine-induced rampage had reached its’ climax as he flapped his wings harder than ever before and lifted himself and Cup Cake’s entire body off the floor. He went on and spun in circles where Cup Cake’s bellybutton was and causing said mare to hang upside down in the air, which only increased her chances of throwing up.

”Ooohhhh... Celestia please preserve me!”

Seconds later, Pound Cake’s wings grew tired and stopped flapping. Cup Cake hit the floor with a bump and she let out a groan as her mouth began to water. But to her horror, she heard the revving noise again and she was once again yanked upwards, almost hitting the ceiling before being thrown down again.

Cup Cake decided that she had had enough. She felt ready to vomit and was now fearing the safety of the twins in not only her stomach, but in her womb as well. The only silver lining she could find in all this was that the unborn foals were still. Had they got a taste of the sundae as well as Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake...

She was going to give Pinkie Pie such a thrashing.

Before she could ponder any punishment for her pink menace of an employee, Cup Cake heard the dreaded revving of her son’s wings and she felt him begin to push upward again. Cup Cake threw her hooves on top of her stomach to hold him down but it was already too late. She was yet again pulled into the air, and to make matters worse, Pound Cake did the unthinkable and preformed a backflip. Cup Cake was rolled head over hooves in midair before Pound Cake yanked her back to the floor.

That was the final nail on the coffin as Cup Cake couldn’t hold it in any longer. She let loose a quiet burp and finally admitted defeat. And yet, Pound Cake had one last burst of energy left and yanked his mother into the air before throwing her down a final time.

Cup Cake landed on her stomach, opened her mouth, and let it out.

In the midst of any ice cream, melted chocolate, caramel sauce, and stomach fluid, Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake came flying out. They briefly slid across the floor and finally came to rest on their fronts.

After getting over their insane sugar rush, Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake sat up on their haunches and shook the saliva and other fluids off of them. They were so dizzy and tired that they fell asleep on the floor instantly.

***

Pinkie Pie poked her head into the room once Mrs. Cake stopped shouting. She found said mare lying down on her front, a trail of saliva starting at her mouth and ending to the two snoring Cake Twins. Pinkie Pie approached them and looked them over to see if they were hurt. Thankfully, there were none and Pinkie Pie turned to see Mrs. Cake had rolled onto her side, her belly now back to how it looked when Pinkie Pie left earlier.

Cup Cake felt completely battered. She was out of breath, her fur was fuzzy, apron ripped and torn, and her mane-do was ruined. She was more concerned about her foals and if Pinkie’s plan had worked. Her abdomen felt significantly lighter and the feeling of an overloaded stomach was gone. She forced her eyes open and saw Pumpkin and Pound fast asleep in front of her. Two subtle kicks from within reassured her of her unborn foals’ well-being as well.

Cup Cake barely registered the fact that Pinkie Pie was trying to get her attention. As much as Cup Cake wanted to respond, the late hour and the aftermath of her tossing around had taken their toll on her. She closed her eyes and fell into a well-deserved rest.

Left alone with three (or seven if you include both pairs of unborn twins) sleeping ponies, Pinkie Pie thought it best for every pony to turn in. She took Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake up to their nursery, which had been expanded to make way for both new twin pairs, then went back for Mrs. Cake.

It took quite the effort for Pinkie Pie to carry Mrs. Cake upstairs to her bedroom. By the time Pinkie was done it was almost midnight. She almost threw herself on the bed alongside Mrs. Cake but thought against it; she needed her space. Again. Pinkie Pie made her way to her room and didn’t bother to close it behind her.

As she crawled into bed, Pinkie couldn’t shake this feeling she forgot something again. At this point, she didn’t care. She had a long day, nothing compared to what Cup Cake went through, but still. She pulled the covers over herself, whispered one final ‘goodnight’ to her little bun-buns and fell peacefully to sleep.

Little did Pinkie Pie know, her problems were far from over. She forgot something alright, and that was a mistake that would greatly affect her and her foals.

It was very much indeed going to be a wild ride for Pinkie from here.

Author's Note

The musical theme “The Old Chap” is copyright of the Rare Limited video game company.