Birth by Rebirth

“Are you sure about this, Honeydew?” Lilac Blossom trailed behind her fiancée, lavender hooves crunching in the winding dirt path. Beneath the dense canopy, dew still tipped the grass leaving streaks of water across her coat as it brushed across her legs.

“Absolutely,” Honeydew replied without hesitation.

“And you’re sure that you want to be the one to...”

“Of course.”

A small cottage came into view as they rounded the final bend. The building was a single story with purple shingled walls and large square windows that had the curtains drawn shut. It was surprisingly well-maintained for something no less than a fifteen minute trot into the forest. The thatch roof even looked fresh.

Concern still dominated Lilac Blossom’s mind, but there were worse places to do it.

Honeydew gave her a brief determined nod before raising a hoof and pounding on the plain wooden door. The sound echoed inside for a moment. Honeydew raised her hoof to knock again, only to be interrupted by a mare calling, “Coming!”

The door swung open to reveal a pink mare. “What can I do for-” Her rich green bun bobbed as she looked the couple over. The mare froze and broke out in a grin. “Honeydew!”

“Cherry Bomb!” Honeydew squealed, pulling the mare into a hug. “It’s been so long!”

After a moment, they broke the hug off and Cherry Bomb turned to Lilac Blossom. “And who might you be? Her marefriend?”

“Fiancée,” Lilac Blossom corrected before introducing herself. “I’m Lilac Blossom. And you’re Cherry Bomb, right?”

“The one and only.” Cherry Bomb smirked. She took a step back and waved the couple in.

The cottage was a single room dimly lit by the sunlight filtering through the floral print curtains. It was tidy for the most part, and segregated into neatly defined sections. In one corner there was a kitchen, and in the corner opposite it something that essentially amounted to a bedroom. The third corner had a large cluttered desk and a number of filing cabinets. The fourth corner was empty save for… A mounting bar.

“So what’s brought you over here today?” Cherry Bomb asked as she pulled up a chair at the small circular table situated neatly in the center of the room, motioning for the others to take their seats as well.

Honeydew laughed nervously, her prior determination seeming to evaporate in the face of her friend. “Can’t I visit an old friend just to catch up?”

“We both know you don’t come out here without a reason. You’d send a letter if you just wanted to chat.” Cherry Bomb gave Lilac Blossom a wink. Something stirred within her as she realized the implications. “But you’ve brought your fiancée with you, and with my line of work that can only mean one thing.”

Lilac Blossom raised a hoof meekly. “We’ve been talking it over, and we think that we want to-”

“Now!” Cherry Bomb interrupted, slamming a hoof on the table for emphasis. “Which one of you is getting pregnant?”

Honeydew rolled her eyes. “If you’re going to be so blunt, then that would be my fiancée, Lilac Blossom.” She gestured to Lilac Blossom. “But it would have been nice to catch up for a bit instead of going straight to business.”

“Nonsense!” Cherry Bomb turned to Lilac Blossom, grinning maniacally. “Tell me: do you like the feeling of mare cock?”

“Wait, what-”

Cherry Bomb blinked. “How exactly did you think me being a sperm donor worked?”

Lilac Blossom gesticulated vaguely. “Well I just thought that there’d be, uhm, magic? Or something? ...I guess that explains the mounting bar.”

“Nope! No magic!” Cherry Bomb banged the table with a hoof. “One hundred percent pure unadulterated mare cock. Shall we get started?” She turned back to Honeydew. “Do you want to watch?”

Honeydew held up a hoof. “About that. There’s a slight complication.”

“How could you possibly make this complicated?”

Lilac Blossom cleared her throat. “We want to have a child together.”

“Wait, then-” Cherry Bomb froze. “Why are you here instead of at one of those crazy expensive magical lesbian spawn clinics?”

Honeydew sighed. “Well first off, they’re ‘crazy expensive’.”

“And second off?”

Honeydew paused, and even though she tried to hide it Lilac Blossom could still see her struggling to form the words. “...I’m sterile.”

Cherry Bomb nodded slowly. “So the spell wouldn’t work.”

“That’s why we came to you. I-” Honeydew met Lilac Blossom’s eyes, “We thought we could provide the seed if you know what I mean. I know you’ve done it before. You’ve certainly told me about it enough times.”

“So you’re settling for the next best thing and bringing me a relative of yours?” Cherry Bomb asked, glancing to the door as if somepony else were about to walk through. “Who’s it going to be? Did you win a bet with a cousin or something?”

“Well, it’s uhm...” Lilac Blossom trailed off.

Honeydew took a sharp breath and finished her fiancée's sentence. “It’s going to be me.”

Cherry Bomb stared at Honeydew and sputtered before getting out, “Oh. Wow. Celestia. Are you sure?”

The couple answered in unison, “Yes.”

There was a moment of awkward silence before Honeydew asked, “Do you not want to do it? We’ll understand if you don’t.”

“Oh no, I’d love to do it!” Cherry Bomb exclaimed before dropping just above a whisper. “It’s just not every day you get asked to turn one of your closest friends into jizz and then fuck her wife.”

“Fiancée,” Lilac Blossom corrected.

Cherry Bomb rolled her eyes. “It’s not like you’re going to get a chance to get married, so let’s just go with wife.”

Honeydew chuckled nervously. “Then I guess this is our honeymoon.”

“Alright!” Cherry Bomb shouted, not leaving a moment for them to lapse back into silence. She got to her hooves. “Shall we get started then? Honeydew, if you would be so kind as to join me.”

Honeydew got up and rounded the table, following Cherry Bomb to the mounting bar.

“Since I will never get another chance to screw your lovely little brains out, why don’t you do me the honor of getting me ready for this?” Cherry Bomb glanced at a heavily blushing Lilac Blossom, and added in a low sultry tone, “I don’t think your wife will mind.”

Honeydew slid under Cherry Bomb as the mare lifted her forelegs over the bar. The mare’s flaccid black cock was already waiting outside its sheath for her, slowly growing even though she hadn’t begun to work it.

She reached out with a hoof, and the very moment she touched the smooth cock it jerked upward. The head brushed across her chest as it grew, and Cherry Bomb shuddered, rattling the chains suspending the mounting bar from the ceiling.

Lilac Blossom bit her lip as she watched her wife stroke Cherry Bomb’s shaft. It grew with each pump, leaving a trail of pre across her muzzle and up her forehead before disappearing into her mane. Just watching this Lilac Blossom could feel herself growing more and more turned on.

Her hoof hovered above her clit, but she froze. Clearing her throat, she met Cherry Bomb’s eyes and the mare nodded. She lowered her hoof, pressing against her clit. She couldn’t manage much with just her hooves, but it still sent waves of pleasure though her body.

Cherry Bomb’s cock propped on top of her head, Honeydew scooted forward and fondled Cherry Bomb’s balls. “They’re so small now. I can hardly imagine them expanding enough to hold me.”

“Would you believe me if I told you I’ve fit two ponies in there before?”

Honeydew snickered. “If you had done that I would have gotten a letter about it.”

Leaning in, she planted a kiss on each of the mare’s balls breathing in her musk before licking all the way up the shaft, moving backward to do so. She finished facing head on with the twitching tip of the mare’s cock.

“Careful,” Cherry Bomb hissed, struggling to restrain herself. “We’ll be here forever if you make me cum now.”

Honeydew leaned forward, her muzzle nearly touching the cockhead. “Does that mean you’re ready then?”

“I’m very ready. Extremely ready.”

Honeydew pressed her muzzle into the cock. It resisted at first, then expanded slowly to fit her as she pushed deeper.

Cherry Bomb moaned. Her cock clenched, trying desperately to get hold of its prey. Finally, it found purchase and with a lewd squelch, it pulled the rest of Honeydew’s head in. “No turning back now, Honeydew!”

Honeydew’s ears were pinned against her head as the cock pulled her in. Pre oozed across her, making it easier to draw her in. Warmth spread to her neck as it disappeared into the undulating cock. Each twitch pulled her deeper and deeper in time with Cherry Bomb’s loud moans.

Lilac Blossom was transfixed by the sight of her wife gradually sliding into Cherry Bomb’s cock. She idly teased herself, not really noticing her own actions as she watched the cock growing around Honeydew’s chest.

The mounting rod swung as Cherry Bomb made small thrusts, the cool air running across her incredibly sensitive cock urging it on with tingles of pleasure. She needed Honeydew in her balls. She needed it more than she had ever needed anything, and it was going far too slowly.

She looked to Lilac Blossom and pleaded, “Help me- get her- in there.”

Lilac Blossom slipped off the chair, eager to help. It wasn’t until she was standing in front of the mares that she realized she wasn’t sure how she could.

Cherry Bomb gestured at her cock with her eyes, and cried out, “Touch it! Massage it! Stimulation helps- so- so- much.”

Lilac Blossom placed her hooves on the cock. Feeling the contours of Honeydew’s chest and forelegs through the flesh, she ran her hooves lightly across the shaft. Pressing harder, she almost caressed Honeydew’s cheek. She swore she could feel a smile on her wife’s face, but there was too much in the way to tell. Spurred on by her ministrations Cherry Bomb’s cock hastened, jerking Honeydew in inches at a time.

Honeydew felt her muzzle press against something. She was stopped for a moment as the shaft worked her through a tight sphincter. Her head pushed through into Cherry Bomb’s balls, the rest of her slowly following. A pool of thick cum rippled at the bottom, and the musky chamber expanded as she was pulled into it. Soon her forehooves popped free, and she began to lean forward, curling up in the cum as more and more of her pushed through.

Cherry Bomb grunted as the last of Honeydew disappeared into her cock. Lilac didn’t stop massaging, pushing her wife further and further down until finally her hind hooves slipped into Cherry Bomb’s balls.

“The balls now. Do the balls.”

Lilac shuffled closer to Cherry Bomb’s balls, wrapping her forelegs around them. She squeezed lightly, feeling out Honeydew on the other side. Placing her lips on the taut black flesh, she kissed her wife through the sac, the taste of salt and sweat filling her mouth. She began to knead it with her hooves as she followed Honeydew’s moving form with her mouth.

Hot cum soaked Honeydew’s coat and matted her mane as she settled in, Lilac Blossom’s massaging hooves smearing it all over her and rubbing it deeper. Leaning her head back, she moaned as she licked a glob of it from her muzzle. Salty with a hint of cherry—not that it would taste that way much longer.

She rolled over to face Lilac Blossom, sloshing cum around and working it into her as she did. She had never seen so much of it, and still, with each passing second, there was more. A rivulet of semen ran down her mane and across her face. It would be a nightmare to clean it all out of her coat. Then she chuckled to herself as she realized that she wouldn’t be around long enough to have to.

She pressed into Lilac Blossom, rubbing against the slick walls and accentuating the pony-shaped bulge moving around in Cherry Bomb’s balls. She could feel Lilac Blossom’s kisses dotting across her as they covered her friend’s scrotum. Turning her head, she met her wife’s kiss with an open mouth, both of them squeezing the walls of Cherry Bomb’s balls between them as they made out for the last time.

It was warm, Honeydew noticed for the first time. Her skin was beginning to tingle as Cherry Bomb’s balls began their work in earnest. Her mind fogged with lust spurred on by the growing feeling building across every bit of her flesh, and she met Lilac Blossom’s phantom lips with a renewed vigor. Her hoof dropped to her pussy, slick with Cherry Bomb’s semen. Any of her own juices had vanished into the deluge of cum.

She pressed her hoof against her clit and moaned loudly into the fleshy chamber. Her hoof, softer than it had once been, slipped and plunged into her cunnie, massaging cum into her folds. She slowly slid down the walls of the sac as she began to lose the cohesiveness required to prop herself up. The rising cum lapped at her cheeks, almost submerging her entirely. The tingling grew into an endless fire of pleasure that drove her into orgasm and drowned out her thoughts as the very last of what could be considered consciousness faded.

Lilac squeezed Cherry Bomb’s balls in her forelegs, continuing to knead them while she sucked on them with her mouth. She jostled the balls back and forth, sloshing the contents and breaking apart the clumps until the pony shaped bulge gave way to several smaller less distinct ones. Finally, the balls began to round out, until they were massive orbs packed with cum, the surface featureless and smooth.

Lilac traced gentle circles across it with her hooves, planting kiss after kiss across them. A pattern of lime green kiss marks blossomed out from where she sat, thinning where she strained to reach. The warmth emanating from them filled her body with a burning desire to draw herself closer to the flesh that she had helped turn her wife to jizz. She pressed in, squeezing and-

“Stop!” Cherry Bomb cried gritting her teeth as she struggle to hold in the gallons of cum her twitching cock desperately wanted to release. “If you make me cum now your wife is going to end up all over the walls.”

Lilac Blossom pulled back, and Cherry Bomb took a moment to gather herself. Just the feeling of how tight her balls were threatened to push her over the edge as she drooled precum across the floor. It would have felt so good to cum then and there—to spray the thick load that had once been her friend across the cottage, covering her it in pure white spunk and leaving the mare nothing more than a mess on the floor forever.

Feeling herself building closer to an orgasm just thinking about doing that, Cherry Bomb forced the fantasy from her mind. Slowly, she pulled away from the edge of orgasm. Her cock started to steady and as it deflated ever so slightly she finally dismounted the bar.

Lilac Blossom cocked her head. “Why are you getting down? Isn’t this the part where you plough me?”

Cherry Bomb stiffened at the words, taking a handful of moments to calm herself again before beginning to move towards the table, her balls dragging across the cool lacquered floor. It sent tingles through her warm churning balls that she struggled to ignore.

“We’ll need to wait a bit just to make sure she’s all the way digested,” she answered, taking a seat. “Trust me, you don’t want to know what happens if she isn’t.”

Lilac Blossom hovered behind a chair, distinctly aware of her feminine juices dripping down her hind legs.

Cherry Bomb waved a hoof dismissively. “Don’t worry about it. These chairs have seen worse.” She waited until Lilac had sat down to add, “Could you get both of us glasses of water, though? I’m not exactly… Mobile.”

Standing back up, Lilac Blossom moved for the sink. As she filled two cups she asked, “What exactly would happen if we didn’t wait?”

“Well, uhm...” Cherry Bomb paused to consider her wording. “There could be some complications for all three of us if I don’t, apparently.”

“Apparently? If you’ve never actually experienced it, how do you know it’s a problem?”

“My lit professor emphasized it pretty heavily when she was talking me down.”

Lilac Blossom set the cups down on the table before taking her seat. “Your… Lit professor? You learned how to do this in college? ...From a literature teacher?”

Cherry Bomb grimaced. “Learned kinda implies I did it on purpose.”

The look of confusion on Lilac Blossom’s face only grew, so Cherry Bomb chose to elaborate. “So it was freshman year, and as you could imagine, as a mare with my endowments, I was pretty popular with all the gay colts who weren’t quite ready to come out of the closet. Because it’s not gay if it’s mare dick, right?”

Lilac Blossom cocked her head. “I don’t think that’s how-”

“So anyways, I was getting blown by this stallion in the mare’s restrooms when suddenly his muzzle-” She made a popping noise with her mouth. “-slid right in. At first I was a bit too… Preoccupied to notice because in case you haven’t realized it yet, this whole thing-” She gestured at her massive balls. “-feels amazing. But right around when it was just his hind legs sticking out I looked down and whoops! Turns out I was eating somepony with my dick.”

Lilac Blossom nodded as if it were a perfectly normal thing that could happen to anyone.

“I was freaking out because I had no idea what was going on, and words can not describe the terror I felt when he stopped moving. And during all of this I couldn’t stop thinking about flooding the bathroom with my cum- Have I mentioned how good it feels?

“Luckily, Professor Purple Prose chose that exact moment to enter the bathroom, and happened to have an uncanny knowledge of exactly what was happening. So she calmly explained that I had accidentally turned a stallion into jizz-”

Lilac Blossom continued nodding. “Like you do.”

“-And how if I didn’t knock someone up he’d, you know, stay a pool of cum forever. That’s when she offered herself if you catch my drift. So, I was like, ‘Oh fuck, let’s do it then.’ But then she explained that maybe it would be best if I waited a bit longer to finish digesting just to be sure. The stallion turned out fine, so why mess with what works, you know?

“So she talked me off the edge of orgasm for a bit, and then we fucked. The end.”

Lilac Blossom set her water back down and blinked. “...That’s it?”

Cherry Bomb cocked her head. “What else do you want to know?”

“Well is how’s the stallion doing now?”

“He’s fine. He’s got a cute little purple streak in his hair now, though. Last I checked he’s entering middle school. Doesn’t remember a thing.”

Lilac Blossom balked. “Will Honeydew not remember me?”

“Oh no, no she will,” Cherry Bomb backpedalled. “Ponies usually regain their memories around sexual maturity. Sometimes a bit later, and sometimes a bit earlier. ...Or at least, that’s what the professor said.”

Letting out a sigh of relief, Lilac Blossom eyed Cherry Bomb’s sack. It was massive and perfectly smooth, spreading out slightly across the floor where it rested. The lime green kiss marks stood proudly on display.

“So,” she asked, “How long does it usually take to be sure?”

Cherry Bomb thought for a moment, shifting her wait to feel the way the cum sloshed around in her sack, before standing up. “We should be good now.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to rush this.”

Mounting the bar, Cherry Bomb rolled her eyes. “I happen to have a decent amount of experience with this, but if you want to be certain why don’t you poke my balls for a bit and see if you can find anything. I need to get hard again anyways.”

Lilac Blossom nodded, and made her way over to Cherry Bomb. Dropping to the floor she pressed a hoof into Cherry Bomb’s balls, making the mare gasp. It pushed back against her, loosely molding around her hoof like a particularly sturdy water balloon.

She began to knead with both her hooves, searching for any lumps or bumps, but finding only a sack full of uniform seed.

She brought her face in and drew her tongue across the surface, tasting the sweat as her muzzle filled with the mare’s musk. She couldn’t help herself as she began to resume planting kisses anywhere she hadn’t already left her lime green mark. Honeydew was her world, and at the moment her world was inside that gorgeous heaving black ball sack.

Cherry Bomb moaned, shaking a little from the intensity of how Lilac Blossom practically worshiped her balls. Her cock slipped out of its sheath as it began to harden, and before long it bobbed at full mast, waiting to be plunged into Lilac Blossom’s pussy.

Lilac Blossom slowly moved up the underside Cherry Bomb’s balls until she found the base of the mare’s cock. She wrapped a foreleg around it, pressing her soft fetlock into the hard flesh as she moved herself to a better vantage point. Her other hoof dropped to her pussy, too distracted by the hard shaft in front of her to do any more than fumble for anything that felt good.

She pulled the cock down across her face so she could lick up and down the length. Every now and then she would slip, pulling it down her muzzle and across her cheeks. Pre dripped from the tip, falling onto her mane and face as they passed. This was what had consumed her wife and that would pump her full of her remains until her womb carried her.

Her breath shallow and uneven, Cherry Bomb struggled to tear herself away from the pleasure long enough to force out, “Lilac… Get up here. I’m ready.”

Lilac took a moment to process the words before scrambling to her hooves with a start. Cherry Bomb stood above her, held up by the sturdy breeding hanging from the ceiling.

“Ready?” Cherry Bomb asked, resisting the overwhelming urge to plunge her cock in and take Lilac regardless of whether she was ready or not.

Lilac nodded.

Cherry Bomb thrust wildly. Her cock missed its mark, smearing pre up the length of Lilac’s back. The mare’s warm coat ran against her shaft, sending shivers up her that swayed the breeding mount back and forth. She could have just kept at that, humping into Lilac’s back until she painted the mare white with her own wife.

Forcing herself to slow down, she pulled all the way back. Probing carefully, she searched blindly for Lilac’s cunt until suddenly the mare’s wet folds parted around her tip, sending pleasure running up the length. Leaning forward, she began to inch herself in.

Lilac gasped, quivering as Cherry Bomb worked more and more of her shaft into her, pulling an inch out only to push two more in. Each of the little pulls left her wanting more, and each small thrust showed her new depths inside herself. The way the cock stretched her out left her shaking at the knees, and she wondered if Cherry Bomb could have held her up with her massive cock alone.

Cherry Bomb grunted and Lilac Blossom yelped as the medial ring pressed into her, stretching her just a bit wider in a lance of pleasure. Soon, she could feel Cherry Bomb’s wonderful balls pressing against her hind legs as the mare bottomed out in her. A warmth radiated from the cock, building inside her as Cherry Bomb held it there. Cherry Bomb pulled back, giving Lilac Blossom only a second to contemplate how empty she felt.

Then she thrust.

Lilac Blossom moaned, the slick surface of the cock rubbing up and down her stretched walls. Every time Chery Bomb’s balls slapped against her she squeaked, grinding her clit into the smooth base of the mare’s cock before the next thrust pulled her away again. Her tongue lolled out and the pleasure rocking her was so intense she couldn’t focus her eyes.

On the verge of orgasm, the thought of the sticky white remains of her wife filling her sent her tumbling over the edge. She cried out, her cunt spasming, trying desperately to milk Cherry Bomb’s shaft of every last drop of semen. Her knees gave out, and she found herself suspended on the cock as its motions grew more erratic.

Cherry Bomb cried out, and her balls slapped against Lilac Blossom one final time. Her cock spasmed as it shot the first glob of semen deep inside her. Lilac Blossom’s own orgasm was drawn out by the warmth of her wife filling her. More and more came, pressing into her depths and spilling into her womb until every bit of her that wasn’t already full of hard mare cock was packed with semen.

Her belly began to bulge outward until finally she could hold no more and thick white cum spurted from her cunt, running down the backside of Cherry Bomb’s pulsing balls. Cum pooled on the floor, running around their hooves. Minutes passed while Cherry Bomb drained her balls one spurt of cum at a time until finally her balls had shrunken back to the size they had been when Lilac Blossom had arrived that day.

Lilac Blossom fell to the ground as the cock deflated, jizz leaking from her slit. She shook quietly in the pool of semen as her orgasm finally waned. She glowed; filled by her wife and lying in her wife was perhaps the best place she had ever been. It was like a hot sticky hug that enveloped her inside and out.

Cherry Bomb spoke as she dismounted. “You can stay there for a bit, but I’m going to have to clean up eventually. My bed’s free if you don’t think you can get home tonight.”

Cherry Bomb pushed through a hospital door into a small room with a single occupied bed and the amber glow of the sunset streaming through the window. Lilac Blossom was propped up in the bed, her mane disheveled and her lavender coat unbrushed as she looked down into a bundle of blankets cradled in her forelegs.

Lilac Blossom looked up, meeting her eyes. Her voice raspy with exertion, she said, “Do you check on all the foals you help make?”

“Nah. Just the ones I like.”

She chuckled weakly. “I guess we can both agree Honeydew is pretty special.”

Cherry Bomb approached the bed and peered into the bundle of blankets. The little filly was the spitting image of Honeydew; her coat was the same light green and her mane the same tan. But when her eyes fluttered open, Cherry Bomb’s neon pink eyes stared up at her.

“There’s something I want to ask since you’re here.”

Cherry Bomb answered before Lilac Blossom even had the chance verbalize the question. “It’s normal for the foal to inherit some aspects of the sire, and on occasion the mother. So don’t worry about the eyes. She’s still your Honeydew.”

“It’s not just the eyes.” Honeydew fussed as Lilac Blossom drew back some of the blankets.

Cherry Bomb blinked. “Huh. She has a dick.”

“Yep.”

“I guess that’s a thing that can happen.”

“It appears so.”

Lilac Blossom pulled the blankets into place again, and sighed contentedly. She and Honeydew had done it. They were parents. And also her wife was now her daughter. She couldn’t envision any way that could possibly ever be awkward.