Tummy Tussle

by SonicFan117DASH

Rating: mature
Tags: Fetish, Random, Pinkie Pie, Slice of Life, Cake Twins, Mrs. Cake, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Alternate Universe, Comedy
Length: 19765

What happens when two expecting mares are left alone at home.

Pinkie Pie (who is married to Cheese Sandwich), Cup Cake, and the Cake Twins are enjoying a quiet evening together at Suger Cube Corner while their husbands are away. Nothing but peace, quiet, and relaxation after a hard day’s work. All is well for them until their unborn foals start to become a little restless.

Silliness ensues, and soon the night takes a more... interesting turn for the expecting mares.

WARNING: If you are not into stories heavily involved with fetishes of any kind, this is your only chance to turn back. You have been warned!

EDIT: Story contains pregnancy, belly worship, fetal movement, non-fatal vore, and adorable baby talk.

Published 2019-01-05 05:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-02-08 19:35:50 UTC

A Foal’s Mind

Author's Note

This is more of a prelude/buildup to the actual story. Still, it gives some backstory so it won’t leave people guessing.

Be aware, this is my first fic which will contain elements subject to it being considered a clopfic. Call it what you like, it’s still just a story. Any plot holes, grammar errors, or anything similar you may spot, please leave a comment to let me know so I may fix it at a later date. With that out of the way, enjoy!

A Foal’s Mind

In Pumpkin Cake’s mind, there were many things that fascinated her and her brother. Such as their Mommy and Daddy, Aunt Pinkie Pie, the world around them, and more.

Pumpkin and Pound Cake we’re still foals, true, but their brains had grown big enough now for them to understand. Basic things such as walking, talking, learning to control her magic in Pumpkin’s case, or getting the hang of flying in Pound’s case. In other words, while the twins were a year or two away from starting school, they’re still young enough to be considered foals while at the same time were starting to gain memory and other mental advancements.

Up until this point in her home it was only herself, her brother, their parents, and the best foal-sitter/aunt figure they could ask for: Pinkie Pie. However, only recently Pumpkin and Pound were told by their parents that two new foals were on their way, and she and her brother were about to become something called, “older siblings”.

At first, Pumpkin Cake couldn’t comprehend what her parents told her and Pound Cake. Two new foals? Older siblings? There were two foals already here, weren’t there? It didn’t make sense to her or her brother. Even if some new foals were coming, where would they be coming from? Eventually, Pumpkin and Pound thought nothing of it and dubbed their parents’ announcement as “grownup talk” just to mess with them.

However, ever since that day Pumpkin and Pound began to notice some changes happening to their Mommy. She began to get more emotional; sometimes she would be angry, sometimes she would be sad, and other times she would act more happy and joyful than she normally did. Their Mommy also began to eat more. Mommy started eating more than Pumpkin thought possible, even things Mommy often refused to touch.

The biggest change Pumpkin and Pound noticed was their Mommy’s tummy. Over the last six months their Mommy’s belly began to grow. Initially, Pumpkin and Pound thought it was because of Mommy’s overeating, but they saw it was growing bigger and bigger even without her eating so much.

The bigger Mommy’s tummy grew, the more excited their parents became. Pumpkin and Pound only grew more confused at their behavior. Were they happy about Mommy gaining weight? Did it have something to do with the new foals they mentioned before? And now that the twins thought about it, where did foals even come from?

Pumpkin and Pound were beginning to consider asking their parents about the new foals, and where they can from, when they got quite the surprise one day.

Mommy and Daddy were sitting on the couch while watching them playing in their playpen when Mommy suddenly gasped and put her hooves on her swollen stomach. She said something about “The foals are kicking!” to Daddy, and Daddy then got off the couch, walked to Mommy’s front, and planted a kiss on Mommy’s tummy before placing his own hooves next to Mommy’s.

Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake just stood astounded at Mommy’s words and Daddy’s actions. The foals are kicking? What are they kicking? Why are they kicking? Why did Daddy kiss Mommy’s tummy? Where were the foals?!

Mommy and Daddy turned their heads towards Pumpkin and Pound and immediately noticed the dumbstruck looks on their faces. They shared a glance, giggled to each other before Daddy walked over to the playpen and picked the twins up. Daddy then placed Pumpkin and her brother on the couch, right in front of Mommy’s large belly.

Pumpkin regarded Mommy’s mountainous middle with great curiosity. To Pumpkin, it looked like Mommy had swallowed a foal, two foals at most. She glanced at Pound and saw he had a similar curious expression on his face. Neither of the twins knew what to do until Mommy pulled them closer and said, “Go on, say ‘Hi’ to them.”

Now face-to-face with Mommy’s massive belly, Pumpkin and Pound were more confused than ever. Say “Hi” to who? Why did Mommy pull them closer to her belly? What did Mommy and Daddy know about the new foals that they did not? It was almost unbearable for the twins. Pumpkin was about to cry to show her dissatisfaction until she and Pound saw something they didn’t expect: Mommy’s tummy moved.

Pumpkin was stunned. Why did Mommy’s tummy just move? It couldn’t move on its own, could it? Pumpkin kept staring at her Mommy’s tummy and after a moment saw it move again. This time Pumpkin was close enough to see that Mommy’s tummy didn’t actually move. Rather, something inside Mommy’s tummy caused it to move. Pumpkin thought as hard as she could and finally figured it out.

The new foals were inside Mommy’s tummy all along! And the reason Mommy’s tummy was growing bigger was because the foals were growing from all the food Mommy had been eating! Although, one last question remained: How did they get in there?

Did Mommy eat some pony like she thought before? No, it couldn’t be. Mommy was too kind a pony to do that! Was she? However, Pumpkin didn’t feel frightened at the thought of a foal being inside her Mommy’s tummy. She felt... intrigued, excited, ecstatic even.

Pumpkin looked at her brother again and saw that Pound came to a similar if not exact conclusion as his sister. He shared a glance with Pumpkin and looked back at their Mommy’s tummy with great anticipation.

They were still reluctant, but Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake eventually raised a hoof and brought it within a centimeter of Mommy’s tummy. A second or two later, they placed their hooves upon the massive mass that was their Mommy’s tummy.

The belly was warm and firm, and felt very soothing to the touch. Within seconds, Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake were rewarded with a series of movements and shifts that confirmed their suspicions. The new foals, their new young siblings, were growing inside their Mommy’s tummy. Pumpkin and Pound were overjoyed and stood on their hind legs and hugged Mommy’s tummy, eager to feel more movement from the foals within it.

Mommy and Daddy chuckled and leaned in to give Pumpkin and Pound proud hugs. They huddled around the wriggling womb, all excited to meet the new members of their family.

Little did they know, the Cake Family as a whole were about to receive another, much larger surprise. A surprise that was to come from a source who considered herself to be the embodiment of surprise-giving. One such source that was, for about six months now, was away on a very special occasion. An occasion that would also double the number of fruit-bearing. Literally.

Sugar Cube Corner’s front doors burst open in a shower of confetti and streamers, startling the buildings’ owners and caused their foals to cry hysterically. The perpetrator responsible for the disturbance hardly acknowledged her reckless antics and trotted inside the building proper with a huge smile on her face. With a huge intake of breath, the pink-coated mare shouted out in a high-pitch voice, “Mr. and Mrs. Cake~, I’m home!~”

Pumpkin and Pound ceased their wailing almost immediately as they’d recognized the voice of their favorite foal-sitter.

“PINKIE PIE!!!”

After giving their parents a bigger case of ringing ears, the twins slid down off the couch, galloped down the stairs, dashed into the main dining room of Sugar Cube Corner, and tackled the aforementioned mare to the floor. Pumpkin felt Pinkie Pie’s hooves surround her and her brother in a hug and laugh happily with them.

At that moment, Mommy and Daddy entered the room and smiled at the sight of them on top of Pinkie Pie. Pinkie Pie then got back up, sat down on her haunches and picked up Pumpkin and Pound again. Every pony present then looked to the front entrance to find that Pinkie Pie didn’t come alone. In the doorway, carrying a miniature mountain of luggage, was a Earth Pony stallion with a yellow coat, curly brown mane, green eyes, and a cut-in-half grilled cheese sandwich for a cutie mark.

“Pinkie Pie! Cheese Sandwich!” Pumpkin heard her Daddy say, “How was the honeymoon? And, why did you have to take so long?”

In Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake’s minds, they didn’t think Aunt Pinkie and their new Uncle Cheesy were gone that long. All they knew was that they were gone for a longer time than they normally were. That could mean any unprecedented amount of time to any pony else. In reality, shortly after their wedding, newlyweds Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich went on a six month long honeymoon.

At Daddy’s question Mommy opened her mouth to ask something similar when she gasped and her eyes widened. Pumpkin Cake knew that look on ponies’ faces meant they were surprised by something. But what was Mommy surprised by? Pumpkin then noticed that she and Pound were sitting on something warm and smooth. Now that Pumpkin really thought about it, there was something about Aunt Pinkie that she didn’t notice until now.

Looking down, Pumpkin Cake saw that she and Pound Cake were sitting on Aunt Pinkie’s belly, which had grown big and round. It explained how they were not sitting on her lap. Another thing Pumpkin noticed was how Aunt Pinkie’s belly looked very similar to-

The thought hit Pumpkin Cake like a runaway toy train. Did Aunt Pinkie Pie also have...?

A faint shift in movement in the mass under her rear made that answer more than obvious.

Daddy then fainted.

Belly Bonding (Round 1)

Four Months Later...

While some ponies in Equestria say that some things are more beautiful than others, Cup Cake’s opinion stands that nothing can compare, let alone come close, to the beauty of a foal’s innocence. Her own foals, Pound Cake and Pumpkin Cake, were no exception. As much of a hoof-ful the twins were Cup Cake couldn’t deny that even the worst days she and her husband, Carrot Cake, had to endure during parenthood, it was always something to laugh about in the end.

Cup Cake even got some amusement when she would be talking with a friend, and the twins would be watching them with mild confusion; unable to understand the talk of grownups. The carefree, curious expressions on her children’s faces always gave Cup Cake a reason to smile.

Even now Cup Cake was able to feel comfort and joy at her foals’ innocent and curious nature when her daughter, Pumpkin Cake, was marveling at her rotund midsection. Well, Cup Cake would feel some comfort, had the aforementioned midsection not shifted suddenly in response to Pumpkin Cake’s persistent prodding.

“Poke!”

Tap

“Poke poke!”

Tap tap

“Poke… poke… poke!

Tap tap tap

“Pokey pokey-boop!”

Tappy tappy-BOOM

Cup Cake’s hooves flew to her belly after that last kick. “OH! Be careful in there you two! You’re treating Mommy’s insides like a punching bag!” All her unborn foals’ response was a less rough jab to her navel, which managed to boop Pumpkin Cake on the nose.

Pumpkin Cake giggled in absolute delight and placed her hooves on her mother’s tummy again. “Babehs wike meh!”

Cup Cake chuckled and patted her daughter on the head. “Yes, dearie. Your new baby brother and sister are quite fond of you and Pound.”

A new voice spoke up from the easy chair next to the one Cup Cake was sitting in, “My bun-buns love them too!” The voice belonged to Pinkie Pie, whose own bloated belly was being worshipped by a highly engrossed Pound Cake. “Every time Pumpkin or Pound come close to my little oven my bun-buns will begin to move like there’s no tomorrow which is silly because there has to be a tomorrow in order for my bun-buns to be one day closer to being done baking! Then again, it’s not our decision if there’s gonna be no tomorrow or not; Princess Celestia wouldn’t allow it or perhaps she would if some pony were to ask her nicely. I wouldn’t ask her because that would turn all of Equestria into the biggest oven ever! Maybe that’s why my bun-buns move so much because they would like to ask Princess Celestia if there could be no tomorrow so they can be in Mama Pinkie’s little oven for as long as they want but that’s even sillier since my bun-buns can’t even talk yet and as much as I love the feeling of them baking inside me I know my bun-buns can’t stay in there forever.” Pinkie Pie paused for a moment to take a breath and then scratched her chin in wonder.

Pinkie Pie looked down at her “little oven” and began to rub it along with Pound Cake. “What if they could talk? What if foals suddenly gained the ability to talk before they’re born? That way we could get to know about them long before we first meet them! Think about it, we can ask them what name they would like, what they want for their first birthday, what friends they would like to meet, tell them what the world outside our tummies will be like, what their daddies are like, and tons and tons more! What do you think, Mrs. Cake? Would you like it if our bun-buns suddenly began to talk from within our little ovens?”

Cup Cake could barely keep up with Pinkie Pie’s rambling. She shook her head and regarded her last question with logic. It would be interesting to hear your foal’s first words from within the womb, but it just wouldn’t be natural. Only by some complex magic spell would fetal speech be achieved. Still, Mrs. Cake didn’t want to disappoint Pinkie Pie by disagreeing with her, so she played it safe.

“I think it would be interesting for some ponies Pinkie dearie but perhaps it is better that it didn’t happen to us.”

“I don’t know, I think I’d like to be able to speak to my bun-buns while they’re still baking. But I suppose there is something special about their first word being outside the womb.”

“Indeed dearie.”

Cup Cake went back to watching her soon-to-be older daughter feel her tummy before Pinkie Pie spoke up again. “What about what I said before, about my bun-buns staying in my little oven? Wonder what it would be like to remain pregnant forever? Keeping your little bundles of joy safe inside you for as long as possible? Now that I think about it, maybe I should ask Twilight if it’s possible for her to cast a spell on me so I can bake my bun-buns in my little oven indefinitely.”

For some reason Cup Cake shuddered at the thought of a permanently pregnant Pinkie Pie. Thankfully she was spared anymore of Pinkie’s fearsome fantasies when Pound Cake yelped and fell back onto his rear. Pinkie’s belly had bulged out and knocked into Pound Cake before settling back down.

“Whoa,” Pinkie Pie shouted! “That was a big one. My bun-buns must really want to meet you and your sister, Pound.” But Pinkie’s “bun-buns” wern’t done yet; instead of settling down like Pinkie had hoped they began to wriggle and thrash about like crazy. Pinkie’s belly looked like something was desperately trying to force its way out. Bumps rippled across the surface of the belly like waves in the ocean as the foals continued their struggle for space. All the while Pinkie Pie was utterly enthralled by her bun-buns’ frantic movement.

Cup Cake put a hoof to her lips in order to stifle a giggle at the comedic display. However, behind that amusement was some slight pity for the pink mare. Her own foals’ movement were relatively mellow when compared to Pinkies’. Her insides must be suffering dreadfully thanks to her restless prodigy. It also made Cup Cake think, considering how energetic they are now, how Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich were going to handle them after they were born.

Cup Cake then turned her head towards the clock on the wall and saw the time. “Oh, nine o-clock! Time for our little “belly bonders” to go to bed.”

The twins were less than enthusiastic about ceasing their belly bonding in favor of sleeping. “Awww. Mommy, do we hafte to?!”

Luckily, Pinkie Pie backed Cup Cake up. “Sorry you two, but you have to sleep in order for you to be ready for a new day tomorrow.”

“But we want to feew ow cousins and sibwings more!”

“And there will be time for that after Mommy and Pinkie get off work tomorrow,” Cup Cake replied. “Now come on, up you go.” Before Cup Cake attempted to lift herself up Pinkie Pie was already on her hooves with Pound Cake on her back.

“You keep resting here Mrs. Cake, I’ll take these little bundles of belly lovers upstairs.”

“Oh Pinkie Pie I couldn’t ask you to do that. You know I managed to climb those stairs while I was pregnant with Pound and Pumpkin.”

“I know you did. But we worked extra hard today to keep up with business until our hubbies came back from delivering that massive order and I can see you’re still exhausted from it. I can handle the workload for this task.”

“Thank you, Pinkie dearie.”

Pinkie Pie then scooped up Pumpkin Cake and trotted slowly up the stairs, leaving Cup Cake to enjoy the fire that had been burning in the fireplace the whole time. Now it was very quiet. Nothing but the sound of crackling fire filled the room. It was so soothing that Cup Cake felt her eyelids grow heavy. She didn’t even try to fight to keep them open and happily embraced the sensation of sweet slumber.

Belly Bonding (Round 2)

Initially, Cup Cake was dreaming of holding her two new foals in her hooves in a hospital bed with Carrot Cake and their first set of twins by her side. Pinkie was in a similar state on the opposite end of the room, with Cheese Sandwich hovering over her and their newborns. It was a scenario Cup Cake honestly wouldn’t want to come out of, but fate can be so cruel sometimes.

***

A hard jab to her ribs stirred Cup Cake out of dreamland and to the sight of a burned-out fire and thus a dark living room. How long was she asleep? The lack of light made it hard to see what time it was on the clock. She was considering walking upstairs to her room and fall back asleep but she already felt very comfortable in her chair. That, and the fact her foals were starting to wake up and move made it obvious she wouldn’t fall asleep anytime soon.

Cup Cake sighed in defeat and reached down to pull the chairs’ lever and bring out its’ recliner. Now in a more comfortable position Cup Cake laid her head back and rested her hooves on top of her mountainous mound.

Feeling her foals’ movement subside somewhat Cup Cake attempted to go back to sleep, but another kick from one of the foals woke the other back up and they began to use their mother’s womb as a boxing ring. Cup Cake did her best to calm them down but they were especially rowdy tonight. Not even some of the lullabies she sang for Pound and Pumpkin seemed to work.

A sudden snort from her right made Cup Cake jump. She quickly retracted the chairs’ recliner and looked to where the noise came from. To Cup Cake’s relief her eyes had adjusted to the dark at that moment and she could clearly see Pinkie Pie resting on the chair next to her like she was earlier.

Cup Cake wondered what Pinkie was doing down here at this hour. Then she thought the same could be asked of her. Before Cup Cake could ponder further, she caught a glimpse of Pinkie’s belly change shape when one of the foals inside stretched out its’ leg. This awoke the other mother from her slumber and with a small grumble, she sat up and frowned down at her “little oven.”

“Can’t let Mama Pinkie get some sleep, huh bun-buns?”

“Pinkie Pie, what are you doing down here?”

“Huh? Oh, hi Mrs. Cake. After I put the twins to bed I decided to keep you company some more before we went to bed ourselves but I saw you were asleep and I decided to wait until you woke up so we could talk again but then I got tired and fell asleep like you did.”

“Oh it’s ok dearie. I honestly wasn’t going to go anywhere right now. Not that I don’t want to, it’s just even if I did go these two wouldn’t let me go back to sleep.”

“Same story with my own bun-buns. That large kick just now was only the first of many to come, as past experience has taught me.”

Both mares went silent, both had their hooves rubbing their bellies in an attempt to sooth their hyperactive foals, and absolute silence dominated the room. After a minute or two of just sitting in the dark, Cup Cake decided to speak up.

“Are you excited about being a mother, Pinkie Pie?”

Pinkie Pie looked up and smiled. “Of course! Me and Cheesy had plans in advance to have foals after we got married. Though honestly, this was a bit earlier than when we said we’d start. I told Cheesy bringing a bottle of Berry Punch’s homemade wine was a bad idea. But that doesn’t matter now, we’re just so happy to become parents!”

“Shhh! The twins!”

“Oh. Sorry. Anyway, we already have some names planned out...”

For the next few minutes the two mare talked about anything and everything to kill the boredom while simultaneously rubbing their bloated bellies in hopes of calming down their restless foals, with little success. Then something happened with the foals that the mothers didn’t expect.

The weight in Pinkie’s belly began to shift to the left towards Cup Cake, as if both foals were leaning at the same time. Pinkie would have been pulled out of her chair by the shifting weight had she not grabbed the chairs’ arms for support. Coincidentally, the same thing was happening to Cup Cake. However, Cup Cake’s foals were shifting their weight to the right back towards Pinkie Pie. Both mares felt that their foals had developed enough motion to be able to do anything in the womb. Even as much as moving their mothers around instead of the other way around like they were now.

Cup Cake and Pinkie Pie looked up at each other, silently asking what they should do about this. While this range of motion for unborn foals wasn’t necessarily unheard of, but it was even more uncommon.

“Wowie zowie,” exclaimed Pinkie! “Now I know how my mama must have felt when she was pregnant with me. Only now, there’s two of them!”

“It would seem so,” agreed Cup Cake. “Pound and Pumpkin were never this excitable or active before they were born!”

The strangest thing the mares noticed was their shifting masses were directed toward each other. Not just in the general direction, but supposedly to the other mass directly. Were their foals trying to get closer to each other? It was a silly thought but the mares decided that things could be weirder than that.

After gripping onto their chairs for a time Cup Cake and Pinkie Pie felt their children calm down somewhat, but the movement they felt suggested that they were still trying to move close to each other. The mothers settled back into their chairs to catch their breath and resumed thinking of ways to subside their brood.

“I remember the day when you first came to work with us, Pinkie Pie,” Mrs. Cake stated. “You were the most energetic ball of hyper energy ever. Looking back, you were as calm as a cat on a lazy day compared to how our foals are currently acting.”

“Yepperooni, Mrs Cake,” replied Pinkie Pie. “I wish we knew of a way to calm them down. I love my bun-buns but right now I’m feeling more annoyed instead of tired by them.”

“Agreed. They didn’t move this much until we put Pumpkin and Pound Cake to bed. For once I think we should have let them feel our bellies some more. Get them back to their “belly bonding” like I said earlier.”

Then Pinkie Pie got an idea. “That’s it! Mrs. Cake, how about we put our tummies together and let our foals kick against each other?”

“What? Whatever for Pinkie Pie?”

“It’s like you said before, our foals were relatively calm before we sent Pound and Pumpkin Cake to bed. Maybe our foals enjoyed the attention so much they tired themselves out from their excitement. It would also explain why our tummies are currently attracting each other like big magnets. Since your foals and my foals are the only other foals in the building they would react to their presence like they did to Pound and Pumpkin. So if we allow them to kick against each other through our bellies they will eventually grow tired and rest like before. Besides, it might be a good experience and story worth telling to them one day.”

Cup Cake had given the suggestion some thought. It was a long shot, but if she and Pinkie hoped to get anymore sleep this was the only chance they had.

Pretty soon, Cup Cake and Pinkie Pie scooted their chairs so they were facing each other. Although it proved to be a challenge thanks to their wriggling wombs, the two mothers managed to sit back down face-to-face. Even then, each pair of unborn foals were still trying to reach each other, as could be seen by the mothers themselves, for their weight-shifting bellies changed direction and were now bulging directly outwards toward the other.

Now mere inches from each other, Cup Cake and Pinkie Pie scooted closer one last time and pressed their bellies together. The affect was almost immediate.

One of Pinkie Pie’s foals kicked first, prompting one of Cup Cake’s foals to kick back. Then Cup Cake’s other foal jabbed at Pinkie Pie’s belly, and then her second foal responded in full. Pretty soon both pairs of unborn foals were kicking back and forth through their mothers’ wombs. Pinkie Pie and Cup Cake found themselves enjoying the sensation and eyed the two wriggling masses with pride, giving off an occasional giggle when the movement got ticklish.

“Oh, this is so much fun,” Pinkie Pie squealed in joy!

“Indeed it is,” agreed Cup Cake. “I honestly don’t know why we didn’t think of this before? This is quite exhilarating.”

“Beats me, but at least we did it once except never. I don’t know how this could get any better.”

Just then, what can only be described as a fetal boxing match unfolded.

One of Cup Cake’s foals kicked first before being jabbed back by one of Pinkie’s foals. Cup Cake’s other foal attacked from the other side, delivering a solid kick to Pinkie’s other foal. Pinkie’s second foal responded with a right hook across Cup Cake’s navel, causing the whole belly to ripple and briefly stun the other foals.

To say Cup Cake and Pinkie Pie were astonished was an understatement. They had no words to describe their current situation. Neither of their husbands were going to believe them if they were told about this. Well, maybe Cheese Sandwich would but Carrot Cake would be doubtful at most.

While Cup Cake saw this ordeal as strange overall, Pinkie Pie thought it was very amusing. Perhaps it was time to take this up a notch. Pinkie Pie leaned over and plunged her hoof under her chairs’ cushion. Cup Cake was about to ask what she was doing but she decided it was best not to ask. It was just Pinkie being Pinkie.

Pinkie Pie pulled her hoof out to reveal a miniature boxing ring. Like traditional boxing rings each half was painted a different color. One corner was baby pink with Pinkie Pie’s cutie mark near the center. The opposite corner was baby blue with Cup Cake’s cutie mark near the center as well. In the space between the cutie marks were four outlines of small foals. Two each were standing in front of one cutie mark, facing the other. On the sides of the small boxing ring, Cup Cake saw the name “Tummy Tussle” was painted in gold letters.

Once more, Cup Cake didn’t question it and watched Pinkie Pie pull out the four rope posts, and then gently placed the elaborate ring underneath their bellies. Pinkie Pie reached her hoof under the cushion again and pulled out a black and white coach jersey. She put it on as best he could and finally pulled out a miniature microphone from her mane and spoke in an excited, yet quiet voice, “Welcome fillies and gentlecolts to the first ever Tummy Tussle tournament!”

Silence was their only answer but Pinkie Pie didn’t let that stop her. “Tonight, we witness an epic Battle of the Fetuses to see whose pair of baking bun-buns can last long enough against the others’ constant kicking until exhaustion overtakes them!

“In the pink corner we have the party planner of Ponyville, the bearer of the Element of Laughter, the daughter of a rock farmer, and an endless supply of ammunition for her trademark Party Cannon. The happy... the jolly... the bubbly... PINKIE PIE!

“And in the blue corner we have the co-owner of Sugar Cube Corner, kind and gentle to any pony she meets, the only pony I consider a second mother, and the best baker in all of Equestria. The motherly... the kindly... MRS. CUP CAKE!”

By that time Cup Cake’s foals had recovered and were ready to resume the match. Pinkie felt hers getting pumped up and she pulled a small bell and rubber mallet set from her mane. “Let’s get ready to rumbly in the tumbly!”

Ding Ding

Belly Bonding (Final Round)

Less than a second after Pinkie rang the bell Cake Foal 1 lunged forward and body-slammed into her gut, causing both Pie Foals to stumble back. They quickly recovered and Pie Foal 1 bucked Cake Foal 1 square in the muzzle. While his sister recovered, Cake Foal 2 head butted Pie Foal 1, stunning her, only to be pushed back by Pie Foal 2. Cake Foal 1 got up, wiped the blood off her muzzle and delivered a roundhouse kick to Pie Foal 2’s head, sending her crashing into Pinkie Pie’s rib cage.

***

“D’OH!”

***

Pie Foal 1 shook her head and focused. She noticed her sister on the floor next to her and looked up to see the smug look on Cake Foal 1’s face. Then she saw Cake Foal 2 join in on his sister, which only made Pie Foal 1 angrier. She crouched down and leaned forward. The Cake Foals were prepared for a tackle but were caught off-guard when Pie Foal 1 landed in front of them on her hind legs, her forelegs stretched out behind her.

Not a moment sooner did Pie Foal 1 swing her front hooves from behind her to deliver a double uppercut to both the Cake Foals’ chins, sending them skyrocketing into the roof of their mother’s womb, causing to swing upwards and smack Cup Cake in the face.

***

“OOF!”

***

As the Cake Foals began to fall a figure ran past Pie Foal 1. Pie Foal 2 had seen that last move and wanted to compliment on her sister’s work. Just before their opponents hit the floor Pie Foal 2 jumped up, spun around, and spread her hind legs in order to kick both the Cake Foals back, into their mother’s stomach and knocking the air out of her.

***

“AHH-OW!”

***

The Cake Foals tried to regain their balance but their mother’s coughing made it hard to stay upright. They looked to see the Pie Foals laughing at them, infuriating Cake Foal 2. He charged forward and rammed his head into Pie Foal 1, making her stumble backwards onto Pinkie Pie’s bladder.

***

”Oooowwwwww! Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

*Coff...Coff* “You think?!”

***

Pie Foal 2 looked back to her sister and saw she was alright. She turned back to retaliate but was rewarded with a loud *CRACK* and a painful stinging in her nose.

***

“HNNNG! What are they doing in there?!”

“I don’t know, but that mysterious CRACK set my oven on fire! I hope my bun-buns don’t burn!

***

Pie Foal 2 fell back to avoid another one of whatever that was. She felt blood coming out her nostrils and glanced up to see what caused it. Cake Foal 1 was holding her own umbilical cord and twirling it in the air like a cowpony about to crack... a... whip...

THAT’S IT!

Pie Foal 2 had to think of a way to end this, and fast. Cake Foal 1 was still standing there, waiting for her to come closer. Pie Foal 2 looked behind herself and saw she was standing next to wall. The same wall she pushed out on earlier to see how stretchy it was. She would be coming closer like her adversary was hoping, but not without a little... thrust.

With an evil grin Pie Foal 2 scrambled backwards frantically into the wall, stretching it back with all her might.

***

As she watched the left side of her belly stretch back in an unnatural way, it was at this moment that Pinkie Pie knew she bucked up. “Uh-oh...”

***

Pie Foal 2 looked to see Cake Foal 1 was looking back at her, confused. However the confusion turned to horror when she figured out what she planned. Cake Foal 1 coiled up her umbilical cord and made a dash for it.

Too little too late.

Pie Foal 2 pulled her hind legs up flung herself forward like a missile. She shot right into Cake Foal 1 and sent her flying to the other side of the ring. Pie Foal 2’s victory didn’t last long when she felt a painful tug on her abdomen. She looked down and saw her own umbilical cord stretched taut. She realized her error and gulped, knowing what would happen next.

The rubber-like connection between her and her mother flung Pie Foal 2 Back where Pie Foal 1 was beginning to get up off the large squishy sack she landed on. The unsuspecting fetus had hardly any time to look up before her womb-mate slammed back into her and landing on the squishy sack once more.

In the same timespan Cake Foal 1 was sent flying back from Pie Foal 2’s slingshot maneuver. Cake Foal 2, who kept his eye on Pie Foal 1 to she if she started moving again, saw what happened but was also too late to avoid the twin missile. They flew back and landed on a liquid-filled sack identical to the one the Pie Twins landed on.

Neither set of twins were given any time to recover when they heard a frantic-

DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING!

A millisecond later the Pie twins’ battleground-turned sanctuary jerked up and turned over, sending them tumbling as the whole womb shook with frantic movement. The (second) Cake twins didn’t fair better as they were shaken around like maracas.

***

Pinkie Pie and Cup Cake practically launched themselves out their chairs when nature began to call massive overtime. They tripped over their own and each others’ hooves in the attempt of being the first to reach a bathroom. They jammed themselves in the public bathroom door, bellies squeezing against the doorframe and each other. The two mares struggled and began to shout like little children about which one was first.

In the end, Pinkie Pie got through first when she lost patience and drove her hooves into the floorboards and heaved herself through. After being shoved out and narrowly avoiding a door to the face, Cup Cake made a run for the stairs, desperately trying to hold it in a little longer until she reached the private bathroom.

By some merciful stroke of luck and/or fate she made it just in time.

About five minutes later both mares rendezvoused back in the living room. No words were exchanged as Pinkie Pie and Cup Cake put away the mini-boxing ring and returned the chairs to their former position, respectively. Once that was done, with their foals finally seemed to calm down, they called it a night and returned upstairs.

Author's Note

Some of you might be wondering before or after which season does this take place. In all honesty, I don’t know. What I do know is it takes place after Season 3’s finale.

Cravings (Appetizer)

To say things were tense around Sugar Cube Corner for the next few days would be an understatement. Pinkie Pie’s antics, and to an extent her foals, had put Cup Cake into a bad mood. She would normally be tolerant of Pinkie’s actions but the fact that she caused her insides to be abused was something she considered too far.

Somehow, just by shoving a small boxing ring underneath them, both sets of unborn twins managed to turn their wombs into a battlefield. Either by using their bare hooves, the womb walls surrounding them, or their own umbilical cords as a weapon, those foals had almost caused serious harm to each other.

As a result, or rather a consequence, Cup Cake had woke up the next morning incredibly sore and even more exhausted. She considered herself and Pinkie lucky it was Sunday because they normally closed on Sundays. Taking that to her advantage as soon as the pink menace woke up, Cup Cake dragged the both of them straight to Ponyville Hospital.

Despite their unscheduled appearance the doctors were more than happy to give them a quick checkup. Aside from some bruising and expanded stretch marks, all was well for both foals and mothers. Once they returned home Pinkie Pie and Cup Cake kept themselves busy by entertaining Pound and Pumpkin, cleaning, reading a book or two, all the while in utter silence.

For all of next week, things went on as smoothly as a rocky road.

Hard work, restless foals on top of the already-born foals, maintaining good service, and all without Carrot Cake and Cheese Sandwich’s assistance. By Friday, Cup Cake was within inches of her breaking point. The stress was really starting to get to her and the fact that she’s knew stress was bad for her foals only made it worse.

When her and her inferior’s husbands returned, she was going to give them a tongue lashing they’ll never forget.

Mercifully, Saturday saw slow business for Sugar Cube Corner so they decided to close early. By the time they were done cleaning Pinkie Pie decided it was best to give her boss some space and time to cool off. Under the excuse she was going to visit her family Pinkie Pie left Cup Cake alone with the children. In actuality, Pinkie Pie went to visit Twilight to ask if there was a proper way to say she’s was sorry.

***

After Aunt Pinkie Pie left Pumpkin Cake was left alone with her brother and her mother. When she and her brother woke up that morning she felt as though she should stay quiet. Pumpkin often got this feeling when she and her brother witnessed Mommy and Daddy arguing about something. But Daddy was away with Uncle Cheesy to deliver food to a faraway place, so why did she get that feeling?

That is, until she noticed the way Mommy was acting around Aunt Pinkie later in the day. Did something happen between them? Did they get into an argument? What was the arguing about? All these questions and more circled in Pumpkin’s head all day. From the way Pound Cake was staying quiet as well, Pumpkin figured he felt the same thing.

They were currently in the living room, the same room Pumpkin remembered when she realized her and Pound’s new brother and sister were, “hiding and growing in Mommy’s tummy until they were ready to come out,” as Aunt Pinkie Pie had told them. Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake continued to quietly play in their playpen while Mommy watched them from the couch.

As the minutes rolled by Pumpkin noticed Mommy trying to keep her eyes open. She still looked unhappy about what argument she had with Aunt Pinkie Pie, and Mommy also looked very tired from working the last few days. Pumpkin was about to call to her Mommy when she decided not to. Mommy was tired and she’s deserved her rest.

As if agreeing with her claim Mommy pulled her hind legs up and turned so she could lay down on the couch, her tummy standing up like a small mountain. After placing a pillow under her head Mommy closed her eyes and started to snore quietly. Pumpkin Cake turned around and faced her brother.

“Bwada, we need to do someden.”

Pound Cake was confused. “Someden abow wha?”

“Mommy and Awnt Pinkie. Dey’re mad abow someden and itsh making Mommy sad. We need to find way th cheew Mommy up.”

“But... how?”

Pumpkin Cake looked back towards Mommy. She had placed her right hoof on her tummy in her sleep. Pumpkin watched her Mommy’s mountain of a tummy and saw a small kick near her bellybutton. Mommy shifted in her sleep, mumbling, “Can’t wait until they’re finally out of me...”

Pumpkin Cake spun back around. “Dat’s it!”

“Wha? Wha’s it,” asked Pound?

“It’sh da babehs! Dey’re gwowing too big fow Mommy, and Mommy isth tiwed of cawwying dem in hew tummy. We jusht have to make da babehs come out!”

“How we do dat,” asked Pound?

“We go and ashk dem,” Pumpkin replied proudly.

Pound thought it was a funny idea and didn’t know if it would work, but if it’s was to help their Mommy feel better he was willing to do anything. He nodded and followed Pumpkin to the edge of the playpen closest to the couch.

Pumpkin was about to try and climb out of the playpen when Pound spread his teeny tiny wings and lifted himself off the floor and grabbed Pumking by her forelegs. After hovering over the top of the playpen wall, Pound Cake decided to save his sister the time to walk and flew all the way to the couch. He placed his sister next to their Mommy's back legs and then landed next to her to give his wings a rest.

Then a thought occurred to Pound Cake. “Uh, Sistew? Why did not you jus’ use mawgic to cawwy da bowf of ush?”

Pumpkin Cake didn’t know the official title yet, but she majestically performed her first face hoof.

Once she got over her embarrassment Pumpkin Cake turned her attention to the big blue mountain in front of her. All she had to do was ask her new little brother and sister to come out of their Mommy’s tummy so that Mommy could get some weight off her hooves and receive a much-needed rest.

Pumpkin Cake walked up to her Mommy’s tummy and said, “Hewwo?” No response. She said “Hewwo?” again slightly louder. No response again. Pumpkin was starting to grow impatient. She lifted a hoof and knocked on her Mommy’s tummy as if it were a door. “Hewwo? Any pony in dere?” Yet again no response.

Cup Cake mumbled and shifted a bit and for a moment the twins feared they woke her up. To their relief, she didn’t and they saw her hoof slowly slide down the side of her tummy back down on the couch cushion.

Pumpkin Cake thought hard. Why weren’t the foals answering her? Were they asleep? No, they couldn’t be; she saw one of them kick earlier, close to her bellybutton at the top.

At the top...

Pumpkin Cake stood back a little and looked up to get a better view of her Mommy’s tummy. She stared at the popped-out bellybutton at the top and spotted small kick pass nearby it like before. Then Pumpkin knew what the problem was. The foals weren’t answering her because they were more near the top of Mommy’s tummy! She just needed to climb to the top of Mommy’s tummy so they could hear her.

Pumpkin Cake lowered her head and began to concentrate. Small blue sparks flew from her horn until it, and her whole body, were covered in a soft blue field of magic. Pumpkin cake smiled at her progress but it wasn’t over yet. She concentrated harder and soon she began to slowly lift up in the air. She kept her focus and eventually brought herself over the top of Mommy’s tummy. When she was hovering just above her Mommy’s bellybutton Pumpkin Cake carefully lowered herself down and sat down in front of it.

After successfully scaling Mt. Mommy Pumpkin Cake looked down to see Pound Cake watch ing her from below. She waved at him and he happily waved back. Pumpkin then turned her attention directly below her and tapped it to see what would happen. She felt something kick back and smiled, knowing her theory of the foals being closer to the top of Mommy’s tummy was correct.

Pumpkin tucked her small legs under her and then placed the side of her face against the surface of the womb. “Hewwo? New bwada an’ sistew? Can you pwease come out of Mommy’s tummy so she can feew bettew and den she an’ Awnt Pinkie can be fwiends again?”

The only answer Pumpkin Cake got back was more kicking and other movements from the belly beneath her. This confused Pumpkin greatly. She made it closer to the foals in order for them to hear her so why are they still not answering her? She still felt small but noticeable movement under her so they couldn’t be sleeping. Maybe they went back down closer to Pound?

Before she could ask Pound Cake to try and talk to the foals Pumpkin Cake felt another shift of movement below her, only this one felt closer. She pulled her head up and looked to see a small, hoof-shaped bump stroking past her hind leg. Pumpkin kept her eye on it and after moving around the area next to Pumpkin for a bit it came to rest in front of her.

Pumpkin continued to stare at the outstretched skin and wondered what she should do. She raised her hoof and reached out to touch her unborn siblings’ hoof but it sank down, returning the belly to a smooth, round curve.

Pumpkin sat up onto her haunches and began to think again. When the foals didn’t talk back to her down on the couch cushion she flew up to the top of Mommy’s tummy, thinking they couldn’t hear her. When she was closer she talked to the foals again, but they still didn’t answer her.

The only way the foals seemed to respond to ponies was by kicking the inside of Mommy’s tummy. That meant the foals really did respond to Pumpkin Cake’s questions, just not by talking. Maybe that was how they talked: simply by moving their hooves around No, that couldn’t be it. If that were possible, shouldn’t either Pumpkin or Pound be able to do that? It would make sense since Pumpkin, Pound, and now the new foals would all be sharing the same Mommy. What was she missing?

Pumpkin refused to let this slow her down; she was going to make her new siblings exit their Mommy’s tummy and nothing would stop her. Also, she had waited long enough to see her new baby brother and sister and tonight might be the only chance she had. But the question still stood: ”How?”

Pumpkin let out a tiny growl in frustration and glared adorable daggers down at her Mommy’s tummy, which had become more of a wall separating her and Pounds’ new siblings.

Pumpkin was about to give it up and vent her anger when she somehing nudge her rump. She spun around and saw another hoof-shaped bump, like the one before, in the area where she had been sitting. Pumpkin saw another opportunity to touch her siblings’ hoof and quickly reached for it.

Sadly, she still wasn’t fast enough. The hoof moved downwards out of Pumpkin Cake’s reach, much to her annoyance, and sank down quickly afterwards. Pumpkin narrowed her eyes and was about to pounce for it when she realized that doing so would more than likely wake up Mommy. Instead, she’s sat back down and took a deep breath to calm down.

Maybe she should try again, just to be sure. Pumpkin Cake took another deep breath and looked down on the blue fur-covered surface she was sitting on. “Come on babehs. It you don’t come out of Mommy’s tummy den you wiww make hew misewable. Can you ewen heaw me? Say someden!”

Pumpkin Cake noticed her hoof was being pushed up, taking her by surprise. She stood there, stunned, as she finally touched hooves with one of her new siblings for the first time. The bump then slid out from under her hoof and moved in the same direction as the second bump she saw had done before. Pumpkin kept her eyes on the bump, and when it disappeared down the tummy’s curve Pumpkin found herself looking at her Mommy’s open mouth.

Pumpkin Cake was now more confused than ever before. Were the foals trying to tell her something? If so, did it involve Mommy? That wasn’t helping. She needed to see if she could get to the foals and get them out. As far as she could tell, asking wasn’t working. Maybe she could make them leave. That would mean she had to go into Mommy’s tummy to do so.

Wait a minute. If she went into her Mommy’s tummy, that meant she could actually see the foals, getting close enough so they could finally hear her question, and finally saying yes to said question, thus getting them out!

It all made sense now. The foals were trying to tell Pumpkin Cake something: they couldn’t hear her because Mommy’s tummy made it hard to hear anything outside it. She just needed to get even closer by traveling into Mommy and finding her tummy, therefore finding her siblings. Now Pumpkin had a way to get them out and felt a bit sorry for herself for thinking of forcing them out. If asking nicely didn’t work.

Pumpkin questioned why she didn’t figure that out sooner. It didn’t matter anymore; she had her solution and she was going to follow through with it.

Pumpkin wondered if she should tell Pound about it and offer him to come along with her.

Suddenly, Pumpkin Cake felt herself being grabbed and picked up. Despite her panic Pumpkin resisted the urge to scream. Whatever grabbed her turned her around and Pumpkin could see it was a pair of hooves that got her. A pair of hooves with a familiar blue color.

Pumpkin Cake gave up hope. She had been caught and now Mommy wouldn’t get the relief she needed. Pumpkin was about to cry over her failure when she noticed something.

Why were Mommy’s eyes still closed and licking her lips?

Author's Note

I feel the need to explain how I’m writing the Cake Twins.

I know I’m writing them to have a similar thought process which makes one come to a silent realization and conclusion around the same time as the other. That would suggest they are identical twins, which we all know isn’t true. If some of you disagree with how they’re acting remember, they are still babies and not much of their personalities are shown. At least, not enough is known about how they act and think to know what personality they have.

Cravings (Second Serving)

Cup Cake didn’t know how long she had been walking, or where she even was for that matter. Everywhere she looked there was endless plains and swaying grass. Despite the peaceful and calm scenery Cup Cake felt anything but. Her stomach growled loudly like an angry Timberwolf.

She was hungry!

All Cup Cake could remember was walking in these grasslands searching for food. But why would she be searching in a place like this? However she discarded those questions in favor of focusing in the land around her. Cup Cake had no idea how, but somehow she knew there was food hiding in the tall grass, waiting for her.

Time past and Cup Cake grew more desperate as her stomach growled louder. How was there any food out here? She clearly hadn’t found it and yet she had this nagging, persistent feeling that food was somewhere in these fields.

After what felt like hours Cup Cake’s legs grew tired. She groaned in defeat, flopped down onto her back, and closed her eyes.

Cup Cake remained where she was while her legs rested. She began to think she was on a wild goose chase. Maybe this was another one of Pinkie Pie’s pranks to mess with her. If it’s turned out that way, Cup Cake swore to suspend Pinkie Pie from Sugar Cube Corner for a whole month.

Soon, Cup Cake felt her legs regain the strength to keep moving and was about to get up. Suddenly, she felt something soft land on her stomach. Cup Cake opened her eyes and looked down. There, resting on top of her tummy, was a small pumpkin cake. Creamy white icing, suger pumpkins on top, and a single slice missing to reveal the dark orange interior.

Cup Cake’s mouth began to water. She was practically drooling a waterfall when she grabbed the pastry with both hooves, turned it around, and held it in front of her face. On the opposite side of the Cake was a face made out of yellow frosting, baby blue gumdrops for eyes, mane made out of orange icing, and a hard candy shaped like a blue bow tied in the mane.

Cup Cake licked her lips and opened her mouth wide, wider than physically possible for a pony’s mouth. She shoved the cake in her mouth headfirst. She dragged her tongue over the candy face on the front and gently swallowed. The top half was now at the back of her mouth brushing past the uvula. Cup Cake swallowed again and soon the bottom half was past her teeth. The remainder of the cake slid over Cup Cake’s gums, look out stomach here the pumpkin cake comes!

With one last audible *GULP* the pumpkin cake made its way down Cup Cake’s throat, wriggling and moving all the way.

Wait a minute...

Pumpkin cakes couldn’t move or wriggle. Was something alive trapped within it? Did she just eat some pony alive?!

Before Cup Cake could panic about eating some living creature whole she felt said creature drop into her stomach. She could feel it look around, stand up, and move about. It started to prod and poke the area towards her hips, almost like it was looking for something.

Cup Cake was about to ponder about what the creature could possibly hope to look for in her stomach until said organ started to growl again. Just like that, all thoughts of eating a living being and getting in severe trouble for it was washed away with the thought of finding more food to eat.

How was she still hungry? Didn’t she eat a whole cake with another creature trapped inside it just now? Doesn’t matter for now! Must find more food!

Cup Cake picked herself up and started moving. The creature inside her didn’t seem to acknowledge that it’s predator was on the move. In fact, Cup Cake’s unintentional prey didn’t seem to be moving at all. She could still feel it sitting close to her hips, nudging the wall and oblivious to the fact that it was even eaten in the first place.

What really didn’t make sense was that the gravity in Cup Cake’s stomach seemed to be on the fritz. The prey was in the position it was before Cup Cake stood right side up. The inside of her stomach didn’t even feel upside down anyway!

Cup Cake shook her head and focused on finding more food in these endless plains. Once her appetite was satisfied she would figure out how to get the creature out of her before they digested, and also find out what the buck was up with her stomach’s gravity!

***

Pound Cake was close to shock. He had just witnessed his own mother devour his own sister right before his eyes. He shouldn’t have let her go up there alone! What kind of brother was he? Pound Cake was about to bawl when he heard his sister giggling.

She’s OK!

Pound Cake spread his wings and flew to his Mommy’s front, gazing into her open mouth to see if Pumpkin Cake was still in there. All he saw was darkness. Pound Cake heard Pumpkin Cake giggle again, this time from behind him, and turned to see his Mommy’s tummy bulge out bit.

The perfect curve of Mommy’s tummy had distended outwards, creating an even rounder and heavier mountain of blue belly. Pound Cake remained still, fluttering next to his Mommy’s head, looking at the area where the new addition to her Mommy’s tummy was currently wriggling.

After a few moments of staring dumbfounded, Pound Cake decided to make sure his sister was really OK. He flew closer to his Mommy’s tummy, narrowly missing being caught by her left hoof while he wasn’t watching...

Pound Cake lowered himself down onto his Mommy’s chest and placed his ear on the smaller bulge sticking out of his Mommy’s tummy and listened. He could clearly hear Pumpkin Cake’s giggles within, along with his Mommy’s heartbeat and other internal noises.

“Sistah, awe you in dere,” Pound Cake asked the bulge?

The bulge shifted a bit before Pound Cake heard his sister reply, “Yes, bwoda, I’m in hewe. Itsh wawm and swippery in hewe. I’m wooking for our new sibwings but it’sh dawk in hewe!”

Pound Cake gave a sigh of relief that he didn’t know he was holding. He was happy his sister was alright but was worried for how long. Normally when he saw his Mommy or Aunt Pinkie eat something it was never seen again. Pound hoped there was a way to get his sister out until the same thing happened to her.

“Sistah, we have to get yew out of dere! I don’t wike dis idea anymowe. It’sh getting too dangewous!”

“But bwoda, I need to find our new sibwings and get ‘dem out! It’sh de onwy way to get Mommy da west she needs.”

“Den how awe we gonna get you out?”

From within her Mommy’s tummy, Pumpkin Cake was about to answer her brother’s question, but paused. How was she planning to get out?

“I... I... don’ tink I thought dis one thwough.”

Pumpkin heard her brother groan from outside. She then sat down at the far end of her Mommy’s stomach and prodded at the fleshy wall, trying to feel for a way out. After she felt a faint shift in motion under her hoof she thought it was another wall separating her and her new siblings.

Pumpkin Cake nearly screamed in anger. She had made it this far only to be stopped by another wall! To add to that, she realized she didn’t think about how she was to get out once she had convinced her new siblings to come out first. Even if her brother couldn’t see her, Pumpkin Cake felt very embarrassed. She was never going to live this down.

Pumpkin Cake then thought about what Pound said before, about her idea becoming too dangerous. Now that she really thought about it, she should have seen this coming. Whenever she, her Mommy, her Daddy, her brother, or any pony else eat anything, she noticed that it was never seen or heard from again.

Pumpkin Cake then realized that she has been through this thought process before. She assumed that any food that is eaten turns into the squishy, stinky brown stuff that comes out their bottoms and into her and her brothers’ diapers.

Another thought from before struck Pumpkin Cake that she should have remembered: where did the foals even come from in the first place? Her Mommy surely didn’t eat them; she or some pony else would have noticed. All she managed to figure out was that new foals were supposed to grow inside of their mommies’ tummies until they were big enough to come out. That’s where the ultimate mystery hit Pumpkin Cake that she really should have thought of before.

How did new foals even come out of their mommies’ tummies?

Pumpkin Cake now felt even more humiliated. With that tidbit of information she would have thought of a better way to carry out her mission. Not only had she failed to help her Mommy, but now she was beginning to fear about getting turned into the brown filth that food turns into when they’ve been eaten.

Pumpkin Cake was about to cry over her impending doom when she heard a noise from outside. She wiped away some stray tears and walked over to the fleshy wall. She leaned in and pointed her small ears forward to hear what might be happening.

There was a sound of slight struggling and barely audible whimpers of fear with an even quieter sound of slurping. Suddenly there was a loud *GULP* that started Pumpkin Cake. She fell down on her bottom and looked around in the darkness. There was the sound of grunting and something slithering through a tight space.

Through the darkness Pumpkin Cake was able to make out what looked to be a small, closed hole. The sound was getting closer to the hole and it was then that Pumpkin realized it must have been the hole that she came from when she fell into her Mommy’s stomach. The hole began to bulge out and open, the sound becoming quite clear to Pumpkin Cake.

From the hole emerged what Pumpkin Cake was hoping she wouldn’t see: Pound Cake.

Cravings (Aftermath)

Cup Cake slowly began to open her eyes. She closed them and tried to fall back asleep, but the setting sun shining through the window across her face prevented that. What a pity; she was having the nicest dream. She dreamt that she was lost in an endless plain and very hungry. She remembered in the dream that she had swallowed a pumpkin cake whole.

Even then, she was hungry for more and walked for a time again until encountering a pound cake with wings. The pound cake was a slippery devil; dodging Cup Cake’s attempts to grab it. This went on for a while before it stood still long enough for Cup Cake got the drop on it and swallowed the wriggling culinary concoction whole like she did before with the pumpkin cake.

Another thing Cup Cake remembered in the dream was the cakes seemed to be alive, or at least, had living beings trapped inside them. When she ate them, the cakes seemed to be struggling, the pound cake especially, as if they were a recently consumed prey.

The thought she had become an unintentional predator to two unsuspecting victims terrified Cup Cake and she would have tried to think of a way to get them out, had it not for a sudden sensation of tiredness overcame her. She just layed back down on her back and found herself enjoying the movements of the two ‘cakes’ she devoured. It was strange, maybe, but at least she would find the time to get them out later.

The remainder of the dream had Cup Cake wondering why the gravity in her stomach went haywire. When she was standing on all fours, the two whole cakes she swallowed felt as if they were lying down closer to her spine. A sensation which she was sure it should feel if she’s was laying on her back. It even stayed that way when she layed down the second time.

Overall, despite eating two innocent creatures alive and her stomach’s weird malfunction, Cup Cake thought it was a nice dream.

With a yawn Cup Cake stretched her lips and then moved to sit up. As she did so, Cup Cake realized two things: one, her lower abdomen felt much, much heavier than what it felt like prior to her nap; and two, her soon-to-be first set of twins were missing from their playpen.

Motherly instincts kicking in, Cup Cake forgot her doubled weight and forced herself up onto her haunches.

“Pumpkin Cake? Pound Cake? Dearies, where are you,” Cup Cake gently called out? Silence was the only answer she received.

Cup Cake felt a slight flutter of movement in her stomach but thought it was just her second set of twins waking up with her. She got off the couch and immediately felt her hooves aching, more so than usual. Her heavier midsection didn’t help as it pulled down on her lower back and bulged out wider than it should.

It was here Cup Cake noticed just how big she was. In addition to her gravid womb and wide waistline, her stomach was bigger and with two distinct mounds bulging out. She felt as if she had eaten a whole buffet and was showing for it. Cup Cake thought that perhaps her dream wasn’t just that.

When she was pregnant with Pumpkin and Pound, there have been instances when Cup Cake had an inexplicable case of cravings in her sleep. As a result, Cup Cake had begun to suffer, as she and Carrot Cake labeled it, “Sleep-Craves”: sleepwalking while indulging herself with a midnight snack of an entire cake or other treats from the kitchen. Cup Cake’s first phase of “Sleep-Craves” occurred during the early months of her pregnancy, and made a second, short-lived comeback in the weeks closing in on her due date.

Given the fact that Cup Cake was ten and a half months into her second pregnancy, and how full she felt, she must have had an episode of the “Sleep-Craves.” While she was sleep-eating she must have seen what she was eating in her dreams. She was eating for two so it made sense.

Or, perhaps, her foals had a sudden growth spurt? No, that’s ridiculous. Silly pregnancy brain, always making her imagine funny fantasies.

Cup Cake shook her head. She needed to find where her younger foals went and quickly, not gaze at her massive middle all afternoon.

After she did a full search of the living room Cup Cake decided to look in the kitchen. Her “Sleep-Craves” often left the kitchen in a mess so thought of cleaning it up after she found her foals. Another reason for searching the kitchen was Cup Cake thought Pumpkin and Pound must have grown hungry and have made their way there to get something to eat.

However, when she reached the kitchen Cup Cake was stunned to find it was spotless. Not a single spoon or tube of icing out of place.

Cup Cake rubbed her eyes, convinced she was seeing things. After looking to see her eyesight was working perfectly, Cup Cake continued her search, calling out her foals’ names to see if they would answer. Cup Cake made a mental note that every time she called out Pumpkin and Pound’s names she felt that flutter in her stomach. Cup Cake shrugged it off as her foals were trying to help find their older siblings.

By the time the sun set over the horizon Cup Cake was nearing a state of panic. She had searched the entirety of Sugar Cube Corner; from every nook and cranny in the attic to all unturned stones in the basement. The moon was beginning its ascension into the sky when Cup Cake was exhausted, her body aching like Tartarus and begging for a rest. She had worn herself out looking for her foals and was about to collapse.

Eventually, Cup Cake gave in to her heavy body’s demands and fell back onto the living room couch where she had begun her search. Breathing heavily, she dragged her hooves up off the floor and placed them by her sides. Despite her drive to keep looking Cup Cake knew it was bad for her to over exert herself, lest she’s endanger her foals health or her own. Worse case scenario, she would induce an early labor with no pony to aid her.

Cup Cake ultimately decided to rest and think; go through the facts as she understood them and figure out where her foals could be. The front door and all windows were locked so they couldn’t be outside, every other door in the building was closed except for the living room and the kitchen so the only rooms they could be were the upstairs hallway or the main eating room for customers.

However, Cup Cake took into consideration that the playpen’s door was still closed. That lead her to believe Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake had gotten out by magic or flying, respectively, and wandered about. With Pumpkin's magic and Pound’s flight they might have gained access to the other rooms in Suger Cube Corner. But since Cup Cake had already done a full sweep of the building she surely would have found them by then. It didn’t make any sense.

Cup Cake let out an exasperated sigh and put her hooves to her enlarged tummy, rubbing it with care. “I hope you two don’t make as much trouble as your brother and sister do. I know they love to have fun, but this little game of hide-and-seek is not as enjoyable as it should.” Cup Cake paused for a moment. “They must have taken a few pointers from Pinkie Pie. She knows how to pop in and out of nowhere, and I do mean nowhere. Although her antics can get to you at times it’s just what makes Pinkie Pie... well, Pinkie Pie.”

At that thought, Cup Cake paused again. Now that she thought about it, Pinkie Pie’s recent antic, her “Tummy Tussle” boxing ring, was just that: one of Pinkie Pie’s harmless antics. Well, mostly harmless. She felt one of her foals kicked at an area of her skin that was still sensitive from one of Pinkie’s foals bucking her and placed her hoof on it to ease the pain.

As a result of the “ Tummy Tussle” match, Cup Cake grew upset and resentful of Pinkie Pie. She may seem like a second daughter to her but this time her shenanigans went too far. She put their foals at risk of hurting each other and some of their mothers’ vital organs. Then again, whatever caused their foals to act that way couldn’t have been conducted by Pinkie Pie for she was just as surprised as Cup Cake was. Perhaps it was all the sugar from their confectionaries that made their foals wrestle like that? Maybe, but that was a mystery for another day.

The more Cup Cake thought about it, she may have been too hard on Pinkie. She was only trying to help, and at the same time have fun. Pinkie Pie was also right about something she said before: that night will certainly be a good story to tell her foals about when they were older.

“Pinkie Pie can be unbearable sometimes, yes, but she is just as much a good pony as you two will be one day. Once she returns from visiting her family I think an apology is in order. It will make things a lot less awkward once Carrot and Cheese Sandwich come home.

“That “Tummy Tussle” scheme was only an attempt of trying to help the both of us out, after all. Believe it or not, that wasn’t the most mind boggling thing Pinkie Pie has done. And Celestia knows things will get even more chaotic around here when Pinkie’s foals arrive. Oh, boy. The amount of diaper-changing will be through the roof!”

Cup Cake chuckled to herself, happy that she was able to forgive Pinkie Pie. “The moment Pinkie returns,” Cup Cake said to her belly, “I am going to give her a hug, tell her I’m sorry for being cranky, and then forgive her for that night.”

Cup Cake was about to say more, when something happened that made her heart skip a beat.

”Yay!”

That muffled “yay” was followed by the top portion of Cup Cake’s mountain of a belly bulged out, with two hoof-shaped bumps stretching her skin out in a painful way before being retracted back into its round shape.

To say Cup Cake was speechless would have been the understatement of the millennium. This wasn’t happening, was it? She did not just hear her daughter’s voice, from inside her stomach, followed by what felt like something alive in said stomach push out at the same time she heard the voice. She was beginning to think Pinkie Pie’s behavior was rubbing off on her, for she came up with a disturbing theory on what just unfolded before her...

Cup Cake’s dream had run parallel to events that happened in the real world as well. She did have a “Sleep-Crave,” she did have a pumpkin cake in her sleep, later followed by a feisty pound cake, and she did wake up feeling she had done so. However, the two “cakes” she consumed weren’t the kind she was dreaming of.

No, that’s preposterous! Cup Cake couldn’t possibly eat her own foals alive! Not only was that cannibalism but it was also impossible. How was she able to swallow them whole without choking?!

Before Cup Cake went into a frenzied panic she quickly remembered some breathing exercises taught by her mother in order to calm down. Once she was in a more stable state of mind, Cup Cake felt she needed to confirm her outrageous theory about where her foals currently were. She took a deep breath and placed her hooves over the upper part of her gut.

“P-P-Pound Cake? P-Pumpkin Cake? My d-dearies? *gulp* I hope I’m wrong, but if the two of you are indeed inside Mommy’s belly, each of you tap my hooves three times. Cup Cake waited about five seconds for her foals to reply before she felt something nudge both her hooves, three times.

Cup Cake was about to pass out like her husband often did, but controlled herself as to not frighten her accidental passengers. She was tempted to ask them what they were doing in her stomach but that answer was self-explanatory.

Instead, Cup Cake tried to think of a way to get them out. She could try regurgitating them but that ran the risk of Pound and Pumpkin drowning in the bile. She could ask Pinkie’s friend Twilight to teleport them out but she felt that could be risky as well.

After a few minutes of feeling both sets of twins’ internal movements while trying think of ways to get the first set out safely, Cup Cake gave up and layed her head back. She had only one option left in order to ensure her foals would come out.

Wait until Pinkie Pie returned to help.

A Wild Ride

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.

Epilogue?

Twilight Sparkle galloped up to Sugar Cube Corner. She was running late with Pinkie's request and was trying to make up for lost time. She quickly walked inside and noticed that an arrangement of furniture occupied most of the walking space of the restaurant area. This confused Twilight. Were the Cake's rearranging their furniture? They wouldn't have had a good reason to but that wasn't any of her business.

Before Twilight could call out to Pinkie she became aware of how quiet it was.

"Oh horseapples, I'm too late," Twilight whispered to herself. She knew she shouldn't have discussed Pinkie's supernatural pregnancy with Zecora for fifteen minutes straight!

***

While they were waiting for the mysterious brew Pinkie had asked for, Twilight and Zecora were discussing the reasoning behind the odd behavior of Pinkie Pie's unborn foals. Zecora was just as flabbergasted as Twilight and immediatly began to scour her books, scrolls, and other forms of print to see if there were any references or mentions of similar happenings to an expecting mother.

Zecora searched through all her documents but found nothing. That wasn't to say she didn't come up with a reasonable explanation, though. Zecora recalled the day Pinkie Pie and Cheese Sandwich came back from their honeymoon. The two of them were going through all of Ponyville, greeting friends and neighbors as a sign of their return. Zecora was no exception.

Needless to say, when Ponyville got word that their resident party pony was going to be a mother of all things, they were both starstruck, and terrified. Again, Zecora was no exception.

Anyway, in the afternoon, approximately thirty minutes after Pinkie Pie and her hubby had left, Zecora had to travel through the Everfree Forest to gather more ingredients for her herbs. When she was done she headed back to her hut when she came across a patch of Poison Joke.

As Zecora walked around the prank plants she noticed that one of them had been stepped on. She couldn't remember stepping on any plants recently and this was the first time today she came across these flowers. Perhaps an unseuspecting predator or other creature of the woods. She shrugged off any concern and made her way back home.

The reason Zecora brought up that tale was she suddenly remembered that the path she was on lead a straight path to Ponyville.

Twilight was able to put the remaining pieces of the puzzle together and understand what Zecora was saying: Pinkie Pie's foals got their first taste of Poison Joke. What made that joke even less funny was that they weren't even born yet!

With that tidbit of information in mind, Twilight asked Zecora to quickly make a batch of the Poison Joke antidote. Luckily, Zecora was more than prepared and had a small bottle ready in case of an emergency.

However, once the requested brew was ready Twilight realized she had been with Zecora longer than planned. Doing her best not to be rude, she frantically thanked Zecora once she was given a bottle of the fresh brew and hightailed it out of the hut.

***

During her reminiscing of the recent hour Twilight took it upon herself to put all the living room furniture back into place. Once that was done she sat on the couch and thought to herself. She had come this far to carry out Pinkie Pie's request but had returned too late. Despite that, was not about to accept defeat.

Even with her drive to finish the task Twilight was still in doubt about this idea Pinkie Pie came up with. Whether it was foalish or just plain weird, Pinkie Pie's letter sounded sincere.

Speaking of said letter, Twilight decided to read it one more time. She took it out of her saddlebag and unfurled the scroll.

"Dear Twilight,

You fell asleep before I could talk to you more about my smart bun-buns so I left you this letter to tell you instead! Another thing I talked about with Mrs. Cake the other day was if it were possible to keep my bun-buns inside my little oven for more than eleven months.

Imagine it, mares could carry their foals inside them for as long as they want! Not only for personal reasons, but it could give some couples more time to prepare until the mother decides to cut off whatever's preventing them from foaling. I know it sounds weird and immature, but I want that to happen to me!

Once again, I know it's very foalish, but I think it's a fitting punishment for a mare that both acts like one and is carrying some. Jokes aside, Mrs. Cake would get to determine how long I have to keep baking my bun-buns until I have suffered enough. It would make sense since this is my first pregnancy and I saw what Mrs. Cake had to go through her first time! She is going through this a second time and I feel she has had enough stress to deal with. Especially considering what I recently did to the two of us, she's near breaking point.

So long story short, once you wake up from your nap I would like you to go see if Zecora has any "Prolong Pregnancy" potions or something like that! Right now, I'm probably in the middle of apologizing to Mrs. Cake so if it isn't too much trouble I would like to see if it can be done tonight.

I have to go now. Time runs short!

Sincerely, your Pregnant Pink Party Pony, Pinkie Pie!

P.S. My bun-buns say high too! Ow! Not in the ribs again...

P.P.S. In the hopefully unlikely event of us all being asleep by the time you arrive, have me drink the potion in my sleep. Please? Thank You!"

Twilight thought long and hard with how she should do this. It would be pretty irresponsible to interfere with the laws of nature and she didn’t feel like getting herself, or Pinkie Pie for that matter, into trouble over something as pitiful as this. Yet, Twilight didn’t want to disappoint her friend. She wanted to help out but this was pushing it. The sensible thing to do was give her the Poison Joke antidote and let nature run its’ course.

That was it then. Twilight came to a compromise to give the Poison Joke antidote to Pinkie and let nature run its’ course.

As Twilight got up and made her way to the staircase she thought back to what she and Zecora had talked about. If Pinkie Pie did indeed get into contact with some Poison Joke, then the sensible and simple thing would be to have her drink the antidote and leave. But then there was the other potion that would halt a mare’s pregnancy until a select other breaks the spell. Pinkie did say that she felt that would make a decent punishment for her actions despite the immaturity of it, but it still sounded like a ridiculous decision.

Twilight then realized there was something else to take into consideration: Mrs. Cake’s foals. If what Pinkie Pie had told her was true, about Mrs. Cake’s unborn twins were acting as rowdy as her own, then there was the question of how that happened. Twilight thought it might just be coincidence but she quickly dismissed that thought as this was nothing of the sort. Perhaps a bit of magic from a potentially unborn unicorn? No. If there was a case of fetal spell casting then she surely would have read about it. Maybe it could be possible for some pollen from the flowers may have gotten onto Mrs. Cake from Pinkie Pie touching her?

At that thought, Twilight desperately hoped Pinkie Pie washed her hooves after visiting Zecora that day.

As Twilight made her way upstairs, she fought back anxiety over the potential consequences she, Pinkie, or even Mrs. Cake would face. She quickly set those thought aside in order to focus on her task. Reaching the top of the stairs, Twilight soon came to an open door with a heart-shaped window. Knowing who’s room it was, Twilight took out the antidote bottle and walked in.

It was dark inside but Twilight’s eyes had adjusted enough by this point and she could see the sleeping form of Pinkie Pie. Twilight trotted to Pinkie’s bed as quietly as she could, stopping briefly when the floorboards creaked. Luckily, Pinkie Pie was sleeping heavily enough to not hear the creaking. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, Twilight continued her trek to the bed and eventually came alongside it.

Twilight brought the antidote up and set it down next to Pinkie’s massive midsection, regarding the restless mound with mild fascination. She found herself doubting her decision to avoid carrying out Pinkie’s request. She really did wish to help Pinkie Pie mend whatever rift had formed between her and Mrs. Cake but like she thought before, this was pushing it.

Twilight was about to plan about talking to both mares tomorrow morning until she heard Pinkie begin to mumble in her sleep.

“There there, my little bun-buns... Mommy’s here...” Pinkie then brought her hooves up and cradled her belly, rubbing it all over like a genie’s lamp. ”Mommy loves you very much... Even if you treat my little oven a bit roughly...” The unborn foals redoubled their squirming, making their mother grunt in discomfort. ”Take it easy bun-buns... I know you’re eager to have a rematch with Mrs. Cake’s baking buns, but no... You did quite a doozy on the both of us and I have to take responsibility for it...”

All the while Pinkie Pie was sleep-talking to her foals, Twilight listened with admiration for her friends’ desire to make up for her reckless actions.

The foals began to calm down a little and Pinkie smiled, happily rubbing her hooves all over her motherly swell. ”As immature as it sounds, you two as well as myself will share a time-out until your Aunt Cup Cake says it’s over... We just have to wait until Auntie Twilight comes with Zecora’s potion and then the time-out can begin proper...”

That last statement hit a mark on Twilight. Pinkie Pie was insistent enough in her choice of actions that she was even ensuring her unborn children of it. Even with the cons outnumbering the pros of Pinkie’s decision, Twilight couldn’t possibly back down now.

Swallowing her doubt and rethinking of backing out, Twilight picked up the antidote and put it back in her saddlebag. She pulled out the “Prolong Pregnancy” potion and did her best to pull the cork off without making too much noise. She used her magic to gently open Pinkie Pie’s mouth and brought the mouth of the bottle to her lips. It took about two to three minutes until Pinkie had drank the whole potion.

Her mission accomplished, Twilight thought it best to leave while she had the chance. She gently placed the now empty bottle into her saddlebag and left the room.

Twilight quickly and quietly left Sugar Cube Corner and made her way through the barren streets of Ponyville to her castle. Unbeknownst to her, however, in her state of admiration of Pinkie Pie’s dedication to bear punishment, was that she had completely forgotten about the second bottle in her saddlebag...

Author's Note

Sorry this took so long. Had an episode of writer’s block and a bunch of plot holes with the first version of this chapter. I ended up having to rewrite the whole thing.

Other than that, I hope you enjoyed my first attempt at writing a story that explores the more... exotic corners of my mind. I cannot and will not promise more stories like this in the future, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that there won’t be more. They will just take a lot of time since I’m still new to writing clop-fics and writing stories on social media in general.

With nothing more for me to say, have a good one.