“Aaaaaaaaaagh ITS TOO MUCH!” said Rarity. A surge shot out of her. “HOLY CELESTIA, it IS TOO MUCH!”.
It fell to the floor with a plop. The substance spread across the tile. The other patients all wretched at the powerful stench that stung their nostrils. One mare wriggled in a violent manner while she pushed her foal.
“It’s affecting the other patients, you have to move her!” said the hospital mare that pushed on Rarity’s large belly. Another blast fired out.
“Where the buck am I supposed to put this shooting Sheela mate, she’ll be squirtin all over the place?” the assistant stallion asked.
“Anywhere but the infirmary… NOW!!!” she screamed out. Her eyes seethed with insurmountable rage.
The assistant scrambled and pushed Rarity’s hospital seat through the exit.
“Keep pushing her stomach or she’ll die!” she screamed. Her loud bellow echoed throughout the hospital.
Rarity’s belly looked as if she gave birth. The assistant stallion pushed the seat forward as Rarity screamed. He went to her side and squeezed her large belly. A torrent of juices fired out into another patient’s face. It covered his eye sockets, soaked his mane, and stickied his fur.
Rarity breathed deeply with what energy she had. Her belly still protruded, filled to the brim. She did a weak snort; sweat had messed up her make-up to which it dripped down her face.
He continued to push down the hallway. Her seat now even more covered in juices. With another squeeze, a hellfire of liquid blasted onto three doctor’s hospital gowns. They paused at the damage and then one slipped into the floor. He sped by with his cargo, her painful groans showed just how much danger she was in. The assistant then slipped and lost his grip. He fell on his face and slid like a piece of butter down the hallway.
Rarity’s desperate cries were met with the doctors and nurses inability to grasp the slippery handle. She went onward until she exited the hospital through its double doors. The seat hit a curb and sent Rarity flying with her massive ball of a womb. There, she hit the ground on her stomach and a spray, the likes never saw, covered the entirety of the hospital windows and anything in-between. Ponies struggled to back away from the torrent. It lasted for a whole three minutes before the stream of juice slowed down. So many were drenched in it but as they wiped their eyes, they found that Rarity was no longer on the ground.
Rarity felt freed of her pain; the air wafted through her mane with cool winds. She could feel the pressure in her stomach loosen and ease. She gasped for air and flew onward. Her vaginal stream held her aloft into the atmosphere. Her stomach deflated into her normal unstretched form. She shook her head and looked down. The entirety of Ponyville could be seen with a certain Pinkie Pie that hovered with a mechanical flying machine. Pinkie flew before she lost balance by Rarity’s turbulent force.
“Somepony heeeeelp meeeee!” Rarity yelled at the top of her lungs.
“What the heck?” said Pinkie Pie after she regained her balance. “Is that Rarity of all ponies?”.
She saw the exhaust that fired out from her friend.
“It is her, I’m comin Rarity!” she said.
Pinkie Pie stepped on her machines bicycle pedal and flew forward at top speeds. Rarity’s flight continued as the last of the juice ran out from her cunny. She fell through the air, panic flailing her limbs. With a sped cycling, Pinkie Pie caught Rarity in one motion.
“Oh dear… never doing that again…” she said while atop Pinkie.
“Let me guess, long night with Spike?” said Pinkie Pie.
Rarity gasped at the thought.
“Yes, how did you know?” Rarity asked.
“Just a cinch…,” Pinkie replied.
They flew into the sunset. Pinkie’s contraption wobbled as they went. Both of them returned to Ponyville with deep sighs all along the way.
Spike awoke to a piece of torn wood that crashed to the ground. There, he saw Carousel Boutique’s interior covered in white goop. He noticed his body had gotten less tense while he had slumbered in this sticky ball. He looked up and saw a large hole in the ceiling that lead out to the sky. Spike tried to lift his arm only for it to stick back into place. He flung his arms harder, all had returned to their spot.
“Oh great… that'll be a long day of... this…,” he said. “Might as well get some rest before Twilight gets here”.
He closed his eyes and drifted into its embrace. His marshmallow like pillow kept him nice and warm.
F L A S H B A C K
Spike sat alone on one of the romanesque chairs that situated the place. He was excited to hear a special treat that Rarity wanted to give him. The chair, as comfortable as can be, couldn’t dissuade the butterflies in his stomach. It didn’t help that he had a blindfold on him. His sight was completely taken away from a simple piece of cloth. Still, he was determined to sit through whatever it was he was here for.
“Alright Spikey-Wikey, come to mama” an illustrious voice had said.
Spike’s blindfold fell down and from his sight, he gasped. His mouth stretched downward till it hit the floor. Rarity’s genitalia was open, it seeped with a powerful scent until it hit Spike’s nostrils. Then, Spike’s eyes turned to a color of bleach white. His body grew until it slammed into the cieling. Rarity cowered in fear. She was grabbed and lifted into the air. With one powerful shove, Rarity screamed like a maniac. Her sides stretched like some kind of rubber toy stretched out to its limits. Then, he pushed up and down with an almost animalistic tenacity. Her stomach organs fell out and then retracted back into her mouth with each stroke.
And then the loudest high-pitch scream was heard. Spike grinded together his large dragon teeth as the full mass of his blast came out. She was filled to the brim.
Spike felt dizzy and let go of her. Rarity shot through the ceiling and flew through the atmosphere like a rocket ship.
