It had been a long day. Shining let out a deep sigh as he collapsed on the bed, closing his eyes. "These negotiations are driving me batty." When another mass landed on the bed, Shining opened his eye and grinning.

"You shouldn't let them bother you so much," Storm said. "And don't call me batty."

Nuzzling Storm, Shining chuckled at the joke. "If anypony ever tells you 'I'll just be gone for a few days, what's the worst that could happen?' I'd suggest panicking." The scent of Storm's coat was particularly soothing to Shining. With his nose pressed firmly against his batty-lover's chest, he let his olfactory sense soak in it.

Neither looked up from the bed when the door opened and closed again. When another weight settled on the bed, however, both stallions shifted, turning their attention to the arrival.

Spring felt bloated and huge, as unsexy as ever before in her life, and she could feel the need to pee creeping up on her again. "I don't care if it was Shining that got me pregnant, I'm going to order you both sentenced to hard labor for this."

"Mmm, but then we couldn't do this," Shining said, sliding up beside Spring and nuzzling at her neck while reaching across her chest to give her a hug.

"Or this." Storm nibbled more than nuzzled, running his teeth along Spring's neck but not breaking the skin. "You'd give all this up to punish us?"

Letting out a little whine of defeat, Spring felt the tension pouring out of her. "Mmm… no. Not if you keep that up."

Storm didn't just keep it up, he traced his way down to Spring's shoulder with his teeth, leaving tingly little scrapes as he went. "This?"

"Yesss." Spring squirmed and turned so her tummy was toward Storm. He seemed to take the hint because he nibbled his way down to her belly and gentle as a kitten nuzzled at it. "They're as much yours as Shining's."

Shining nuzzled at Spring's side and then carefully propped himself up so he could lean over her and repeat the gesture at the side of her pregnant bulge. "Ours."

Compared to the solitude with her first foal, this bond was something Spring adored. To have the stallions she loved there for her when she was feeling down had her almost purring. But there was one problem even they couldn't solve. "I need to use the bathroom."

Knowing the urgency that those words were backed by, Shining lifted Spring in his magic, turned her around carefully in the air, and put her on her hooves at the foot of the bed. Only when she was out of the room did he turn to Storm and ask, "Any ideas for how to make her feel special to us?"

Storm reached one wing-claw out and ran the blunt side over Shining's cheek. "Strategy five. Play eleven." Nuzzling Shining's jaw, Storm added, "We'll be her servants—her boy-toys."

Climbing off the bed, Shining walked over to the bathroom door and lowered his forequarters to the floor. When he saw Storm heading for the lube, he relented and used his magic to apply it liberally to both their shafts. Resuming the position, Shining took one last look at Storm to see him doing the same on the opposite side before they both lowered their eyes.

When she had her relief, Spring walked out into the bedroom again and paused at the doorway. She knew this game, knew the two were doing it for her, and found it absolutely wonderful. "There's my two little pets. Come over here and praise your queen."

Storm marched in lock-step with Shining as they both followed Spring. "What do you will, oh queen?"

Sighing as she mounted the huge bed, Spring rolled to her side. "A massage and maybe something more intimate?" She looked between them, the feeling of empowerment their submissive poses gave her made her want to squirm in bliss.

Shining and Storm both knew what they were best at out of the two activities. Storm flexed his wings and reached for Spring's left-back leg while Shining leaned down and started nuzzling at the larger-than-normal udder Spring was sporting.

"You're such good boys." The tighter grip of the cannon of her left leg was a prelude to a slightly sharper prickling there. The moment she felt her blood slowly flow into Storm, she let out a low and loud moan of approval.

With a front-row seat to Storm's snacking, Shining was reminded that all four of his cannons were marked with dark red, as were Spring's. What might have been a ritual to some bats was his and Spring's way to show how much Storm mattered to them. Nuzzling her vulva, he started lapping at her—eager to hear her voice rise in volume.

And rise her voice did. As Shining worked his tongue in deeper, lapping at Spring's inner walls, she started a moaning wail that was music to his ears. Even as Storm swapped sides, taking Spring's other cannon in his mouth and massaging her leg, shining continued.

Her first orgasm rushed upon Spring without her noticing it. One moment she was slumped back comfortably and moaning from the attention, the next her body was a wild thing—dragging her mind along for the ride of her life. She actually screamed.

Spring hadn't noticed during her first pregnancy, because she didn't have sex during the entire gestation, but now that she had two wonderful stallions who doted on her—and it made her want to scream and shout and tell everypony how great they were.

That she literally couldn't help herself from screaming out her orgasms was a testament to that.

The strength of Spring's muscles as she clamped around his tongue and flooded his mouth with wetness only egged him on. He stretched his tongue out and scrunched his snout hard up against her to get as deep as he could, even as she tried to buck around.

Storm held both Spring's legs, mostly to protect Shining from taking one to the head during her strenuous release, but also because he liked the feel of her straining against him. When she seemed to come down from her peak, he let go of her legs with his wings and mouth, and massaged both thighs over her cutie marks. "My queen approves?"

"Fuck. Yes. Bite me more, please?" Spring held out a foreleg for Storm, saw his eyes flicker with an inner, reflective glow, and just like always she was stunned at how fast he could move. Before she could even think about his movement, he'd rushed forward and clamped her foreleg in his mouth. She got to stare into his beautiful eyes as the sharp pricks of his teeth signaled him starting to feed.

Spring's eyes flicked to Storm's throat, watching it work as she felt the slow drain of blood from her leg. Feeding a bat pony alone would have been dangerous, but she and Shining had both increased their iron intake, as well as eating extra protein—they were both passionate about feeding their hematophage lover.

When Shining pulled his mouth back from her and started climbing up the bed, Spring let out a little gasp of surprise. Adventurous as she was during her pregnancy, Shining was a big stallion and many of her internal organs were already dealing with a pony inside her. "Ahem, your queen demands that pole for her"—she let out a little gasp as Storm's grip tightened around her leg—"for her… Just get your cock up here. I want something to keep my mouth busy."

Even with the setting for their little role-play stretched, Shining still adjusted his motion and worked his way up the bed to offer his lower belly to Spring, using the bed so he could tilt his shaft up a little for her. She didn't hesitate or disappoint. With a low grunt, Shining had to fight his body's instincts to hump at the touch of her lips to the underside of his shaft.

With Spring's mouth now occupied, Storm thought it a good time to please her himself. He kept his grip with his mouth, shifting himself to be carefully atop her without putting any weight on her body. He spotted a surprised glance from her just as he lined up with her rear.

Spring was set to let go of Shining's shaft when she saw Storm moving into position, but she hesitated when she felt him snug under her tail. He was a smaller stallion, and her rear wasn't nearly as tightly cramped as her vagina felt. Closing her eyes, she felt inch after inch of bat pony pushing slowly into her, and moaned around Shining's hefty tool.

With a shudder, Shining looked down and watched Spring tending to him, and in the process opening her mouth and sliding it over his length. Not just any mare could get more than a muzzle-full for him, but Spring had spent months practicing. Their eyes locked while she straightened out her neck and fed his length into the back of her throat.

Holding her breath while she was getting her rear pounded by Storm was a trial, but she loved seeing the look of shock on Shining's face when she pressed her lips to his sheath. It was a trial, and she'd been practicing both breath control and dealing with an often traitorous amount of gag-reflex.

Even Cadance hadn't been able to go all the way down on him, and as far as she had ever gone she'd definitely not been able to hold in place for so long while caressing him with her throat and tongue. It was slower, more intimate somehow than normal sex. He wanted to jerk his hips and rut her mouth, but the results made his mental control well worth the effort.

Storm watched Spring come up for air, pulling her lips almost halfway back down Shining's length. Her lungs pumped hard and fast, something he recognized as her trying to fill her blood with precious oxygen for another deep-throat. Keeping up his moderate pace, he stopped drinking the blood from her leg and instead just mouthed at her cannon.

Just as Spring worked her way down Shining's length again, and her tongue stroked the underside of him, she felt him flare larger. She hadn't realized how close he was, but decided that taking him directly to her stomach was probably for the best. Reaching a foreleg over him, she held on as his balls churned and the first hot spray of seed washed all the way down her throat to her belly.

Seeing the mixed expression of bliss and relief on Shining's face, Storm sped up to hasten his own climax. It wasn't hard to rush, and he didn't normally like doing it, but for Spring's sake he was happy to make the effort. Focused on the sensation, he thrust with more and more vigor.

Still dealing with an almost literal fire hose in her mouth, Spring was caught off-guard by the rush of heat in her rear. She couldn't turn her head to look at him, but she could feel the intensity of Storm as he kept bucking hard and fast while his climax raged.

All that, being filled from both ends and loving every second of it, pushed Spring into her own release. She had to jerk back from Shining's length, letting just its tip linger in her mouth while she screamed around it. Everything felt amazing—perfect.

Storm had to catch himself from slumping onto Spring. He could feel her body gripping him tight, massaging him as she rocketed through her orgasm, and it pleased him immensely that he could give as much pleasure as he got from her. Using one wing to brace himself better, he used the other to carefully rub at her flank as she slowly came back down from her pleasure-high.

Only when Shining was done did Spring pull her lips free from him and let out a long, low whine of relief.

She tried to talk, to tell them what they meant to her, but the truth was she could barely think two words into a sentence and figured "sex good" was probably a little too simplistic to describe events—so she waited for her faculties to return. "You're both amazing and I love you to bits."

"How many bits?" Storm asked, nuzzling along Spring's shoulder and back. He'd gladly fallen back and to the side to not put any weight on her, and now he was reluctant to withdraw himself in favor of just cuddling.

Turning her head to look back at Storm, Spring used her magic to tug him a little closer. "I'm not that delicate, Storm, you can get a bit grabby if you want." And, when he reached a wing down to her midsection to cradle her bulging tummy, she let out a happy sigh. "I love the feel of your wings holding me."

Shining, his shaft polished clean by Spring's efforts to guzzle all his seed down, shifted around, turned, and then lay so his belly was facing Spring's. "I know. I thought it would be weird, but it's good-weird."

"Sexy-weird," Spring said, tilting her head to nibble on Storm's wing-thumb.

"My wings aren't weird." Storm's claim fell on deaf ears, mostly because he was too busy nuzzling Spring's neck to really put any feeling behind the claim. "Are my teeth weird too?"

Spring tilted all four cannons as far as possible as the tickle of his fangs sent tingles up and down her spine. "No. Your teeth are just sexy."

"They kicked." Storm froze, all his attention focused down on the wing across Spring's stomach. "I—Again." Tilting his head and curling up somewhat, he pressed his cheek against his wing's membrane and listened/felt each little kick.

"They'll be your foal as much mine," Shining said, barely able to bend his larger frame down to nuzzle Storm's ear. "They'll be our foal." He tilted his head back up to look at Spring.

Overwhelmed with pure, giddy joy, Spring couldn't stop from crying as her emotions tumbled over her. Compared to her first pregnancy, she found herself with two stallions who wanted to be by her side. "Did I say how much I love you two in the last minute?"

"I think you did, but I'm still recovering and can't be trusted." Shining kissed Spring.

It was a date night—a special date night. Special meant twice a week, but Storm and Spring didn't mind, they still had each other to keep them company while Shining and Cadance had their own, private evenings.

"Where are we going next?" Storm asked.

"Ice cream!" the filly riding his back said.

"Powdered Snow, we are not going to get you more ice cream. You had two bowls at the restaurant." Walking along beside Storm, Spring was as wide as could be and almost prancing. Since the time when Storm had taken more interest in being a father, he'd started asking more about her and about Powder. "Well… maybe a little ice cream would be nice. I wonder if they have caramel mint fudge?"

Storm shuddered at the very idea. "Is this normal?"

"The cravings?" When Storm nodded, Spring returned the gesture. "With Powder, I found myself craving shellfish. There was a griffon butcher in Canterlot who sold seafood to other griffons and pegasi. It wasn't cheap, but complete satisfaction rarely is."

"Well, for this one craving, I'm sure we can afford complete and utter satisfaction. Come on. Powder, show me where the ice cream shop is!" Turning in circles, Storm ignored the squealing unicorn on his back until she finally shoved a hoof out.

"That way!"

Spring followed the pair, trying not to giggle as she did—and failed. It had been a whim to introduce Storm to her daughter, but turned out to be an amazing one. "Are you sure you know where—?"

"Moo-ooom. I've been there so many times!" Powder stuck her tongue out at her mother, then giggled when Spring pulled a silly face back at her.

"'So many times'?" Spring asked, and noticed Storm's ears folded back as if she'd chastised him. "Well, well, well—" Freezing in place, Spring had a familiar sensation she'd only experienced once before in her life. "Storm?"

Smelling something odd, Storm nonetheless turned back to look at Spring. To him, her face looked shocked and more than a little concerned. "What's up?"

Spring looked at Storm with begging eyes. "My water just broke. Can you—Can you come to the hospital with me?" She wished her voice wasn't so shaky, but it was hard with the knowledge that she was about to have one of the hardest days of her life.

Picking up on her mother's mood, though unsure of the source, Powder reached out and patted her mother's shoulder from Storm's back. "Is Mommy okay? Are you okay, Mommy?"

"Your new brother or sister is coming, Powder." Storm reached over Spring's shoulder with his wing and rubbed her opposite side. "Walk as fast as you can, Spring, and we'll be there in no time."

"I know that, but I'd rather teleport—except literally everything I read about going into labor told me never to teleport while doing it." Spring, for the moment, just felt awkward. Her legs were damp, and she knew she'd made a mess on the street, but there wasn't really much else for it. She walked at Storm's side, appreciative of him escorting her—and doubly appreciative of him keeping Powder calm.

When they reached the hospital, Storm led Spring up to the emergency area. "Hello?" His question was answered by a mare sticking her head around a corner ahead. "My—mate is in labor." Freezing for a moment, not used to having to think about what his actual relationship was with Spring, Storm was relieved when the mare rushed out.

"Where are you at, dear? Water's broken, any contractions?"

"A few little ones, nothing strong yet. Not like my first time." Spring looked gratefully at the nurse, but she kept looking back at Storm. Mate was not a word she would have thought of, but she liked the way it sounded. "I've been seeing Doctor Strong Heart. I'm Spring Cleaning."

"Well, Spring, my name's Nurse Soft Heart. Doctor Strong Heart's not in right now, but I'll page her for you. Let's get you somewhere more comfortable and get you cleaned up."

Storm felt a little superfluous, but though Soft Heart focused most of her attention on Spring, she still urged him along.

"Is there anypony else we can contact? Maybe someone to look after this little dear?" Soft Heart asked Storm.

"Oh! Uh." Storm felt at a loss. It was Shining and Cadance's special time, but this was also a special time and an important one. "C-Can you contact Shining Armor?"

Soft Heart blinked a few times in surprise. "Emperor Shining Armor? Uh, whom should I say sent word?"

"Storm Slice. Just tell him his filly is coming."

Noticing things moving a bit faster, and feeling her contractions become more insistent, Spring was relieved when the nurse brought her to a room with a bed to climb up on. The nurse set her up with a button to push if things got serious fast, and she promised to contact Shining.

"Do you want me to ask how you are?" Storm asked, not fighting as Powder climbed up on top of his head to look at her mom.

"Are you going to poop the foal out?"

Storm tried really hard not to laugh, and only managed to succeed thanks to not having to look at Powder.

Spring, however, had no such protection. She laughed and reached her hoof out to cup Powder's cheek. "I am, though it will be really fast. You were so quick the doctor had to use a big glove to stop you shooting out the door."

Surrendering to a chuckle, Storm lowered his head so Powder could climb onto the bed beside Spring—only she remained content on his head.

"Ewww! I don't want to be with Mommy when she poops a foal!" Scooting back from the bed, Powder slipped down Storm's neck a little so that only her head peeked over it.

Watching the moments when Spring's features tightened, Storm felt a little anxiety rise. What annoyed him the most about the situation was that he couldn't help her directly. "Is there anything I can—" He was startled when Spring's magic field pulled him closer to the bed and tilted his head toward her snout. The kiss, forceful as it was, surprised him with its intensity.

"You're already being the most amazing pony ever, Storm. Just—Just stay with me." She looked up at Powder, who was hiding all but her eyes and her mane behind Storm's head. "Sweetie, Mommy won't be pooping the foal out. They'll come out fine because doctors are really clever."

"Oooh!"

A knock at the door heralded Soft Heart's return. She liked to give couples some warning that they were getting a visitor. "We contacted the Guard. They said they'll attempt to contact Shining Armor, but that he and the princess had gone out on a picnic." Soft Heart had been relieved when the Guardponies had taken her request seriously. She'd been half expecting to be brushed off. "Would you like me to arrange somepony to take care of your filly?"

Straightening herself up on Storm, Powder puffed up her fur and said, "I will stay with my mom. I'm a big girl and know foals aren't just pooped out."

Even the tension of a contraction wasn't enough to stop Spring from grinning at the nurse's surprised look. She did start counting over. "They're speeding up and getting more intense."

"Your doctor should be here any minute." Soft Heart checked a few things on the chart, added the time and that she was present, and set about busy-waiting for the doctor.

Even as the contractions became more intense, and her doctor coached her through them, Spring was thankful for having Storm there. When she wasn't panting, puffing, or squeezing as per her doctor's encouragement, she focused on how Storm was keeping Powder calm and answering all her questions.

Storm was struggling not to enter full panic. He had a filly to look after, though, and he clung to Powder (metaphorically) as if she were a life preserver. None of his training had prepared him for the events unfolding, though he was grateful when the doctor took over everything and put up a modesty cover for Spring.

The birth, so far as Doctor Strong Heart was concerned, was absolutely by the book. Spring worked her way through each stage and was soon pushing. When all was said and done, presenting Spring Cleaning with her little colt was a high point of Strong Heart's day. She cleaned Spring up and lifted down the modesty cover to let her relax.

Leaving her new bundle to nurse, Spring let the doctor guide her onto her side. She was lathered in sweat and her throat was a little hoarse from cursing Shining Armor's name, but none of it mattered as she lay there in maternal bliss.

"So milk comes out of Mommy?"

All-but done with making up things to ensure that Powder understood the gist of what was going on without having to know the more wretched parts, Storm just nodded. "All newborn foals need milk."

"So why doesn't Mommy make porridge with that milk instead of buying it?" It was a perfectly valid question, or so Powder thought. She climbed over Storm's head and landed on the side of the bed. Walking up to her mother's head, she hugged Spring. "I love you, Mommy, but you are confusing sometimes."

The door flew open with a blast of pink magic and, looking in, a completely manic-looking Shining Armor finally spotted the ponies he'd been looking for. "Spring! How's foal? Has she had our Storm yet?" At the giggles he got in reply, Shining tried to rephrase his question. "Have you had our foal yet?"

When Spring shifted and lifted her rear leg a little, Shining lost the little bit of mental clarity he'd worked hard to regain. "Sh—Colt or filly?"

"Colt, Shiny." Spring looked down too, her heart overflowing with love at the wiggling little tail on her foal. "We need to think of a name for him—at least to last until he can come up with his own."

"Wiggly-butt," Powder said. "Because he is!"

Storm reached his wing out to adjust the pillow when he saw Spring shifting her neck as if in discomfort. "We can't call him Wiggly-butt. His butt doesn't wiggle nearly enough."

"You should have seen my sister when she nursed. She was at least twice as wiggly." With Twilight so far away, Shining felt perfectly safe giving away at least one of her secrets.

Looking up at Shining with surprise, Powder asked, "Who's your sister?"

"Princess Twilight Sparkle." When Powder's look grew even more incredulous, Shining nodded. "It's true. Her tail went crazy when she had milk. Still does, I think. I'll have to test that."

"Why not Wags?" Storm asked, gesturing at the colt whose tail was still flicking.

"You can't name a foal Wags," Spring said, but as she said the words she was already warming up to it. "I-I guess it will just encourage him to change it when he gets his cutie mark."

Shining laughed. "It's a good name for a colt. We just don't tell him why he has it until he's a stallion, that will increase the ribbing potential that Powder has."

Reaching her hoof out, Powder prodded Shining until he looked down at her. "What's ribbing?"

The door opened behind them all a nurse walked in. "I'm going to have to ask anyone who isn't direct family with Miss Spring to please give leave and let her get some rest." When nopony looked to be moving to leave, she was about to speak more insistently—then she recognized Shining Armor. "S-Sorry, Your Imperial Majesty, I didn't mean to—"

Deploying his most winning smile, Shining Armor reassured the nurse. "It's alright. Storm and Spring are in my harem. Storm and I are both fathers of—Wags?" He looked back at Spring and got a nod from her. "It'd be great if somepony could bring the paperwork for us to put his name down officially."

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