Fluttershy's evening doze was broken by the sound of the front door swinging open. The third hinge down had a persistent squeak that, try as they might, none of the Apple family had been able to get rid of despite literal years of trying. Without opening her eyes or moving her body (she was awfully comfortable on the couch at the moment and didn’t want to risk losing that feeling of bliss) she swiveled her ear to try and catch some identifying noise that would tell her just who was coming inside. Mac and Sugar Belle weren't due back from Manehatten for another two days, and Apple Bloom was staying the night at Scootaloo's. Granny Smith's cruise had only just begun the day before, and while each of the girls had a key and knew they were always welcome to come over, nopony had sent any kind of message saying they were on the way. And the speed of the arriving hooves was slow, careful. It was obviously not some emergency.
This left only one possibility. One that made the yellow pegasus smile against the cushion currently being used as a pillow.
The door swung shut, and she listened as the new arrival made her way towards the living room. She knew that canter well now, so much so that the rhythm of those hooves matched the tempo of the beat of her heart. She weighed her options before deciding to continue pretending to sleep. She imagined the mare poking her head in the arch and looking around, seeing her snoozing on the sofa. Her mind's eye could see the loving smile, the mouth opening slightly as she prepared to say something that would wake her. Instead? A moment's hesitation. The mouth closing again as the mare stepped back and chose to start upstairs.
She'd just come from the field, after all. Probably best to shower before saying hello to the wife.
She listened to the canter as the pony headed up the stairs, and by the time she heard the old pipes rushing she was dozing once again, lulled to sleep by the crackling of the nearby fire. Time passed, but she didn't notice. She was comfortable, and in her current condition comfort was everything. It was hard to find and, once found, it had to be fiercely protected.
She was forced back into the waking world by one of the smallest, and strongest, things in the entire world; a kiss on the cheek from the mare she loved. Slowly, she opened one eye and beheld the freshly cleaned visage of she who was her wife. "Hey." She whispered softly.
"Hey yourself." Applejack leaned down for a small peck on the lips this time, then rested her hoof on the distended abdomen of her wife. "How are ya'll doing today?"
"Active." Fluttershy sighed with exhaustion. "Very, very active."
Applejack chuckled as she slid down and planted a kiss on the spot where the next Apple family addition was growing. "You take it easy on your mama, little one. Just a few more months and you'll have all the runnin' room you could ever ask for."
Fluttershy groaned in agony. "I don't know how I'm going to stand this for a few more months." She looked down at her belly and pouted. "The doctor said I'm going to get even bigger, too."
"Yes." Applejack smirked at the thought. "Yes you are."
"I'm in agony trying to stay comfortable now. How in Equestria am I going to manage in a month? Or two?" She flexed her wings sadly. "These can barely lift me up at this point. Soon it's going to be an ordeal just getting in and out of bed."
"Then we'll get you set up down here." Applejack settled against the side of the couch and rested her face against the warm fur of her wife's stomach. "Turn the whole livin' room into a big ol' bed. You won't have to move at all."
"I don't think I'm going to get that big..."
"Don't forget where that little seed came from, sugarcube." Applejack chuckled.
Fluttershy lifted her head from the pillow with some effort. "Don't start with that again. Candy came out normal sized. Why wouldn't our little one?"
"Because that would just be our luck, wouldn’t it?" Applejack sighed as she kissed Fluttershy's belly once again. "I know its awful dealin' with this, but you gotta remember what Sugar Belle said; once it's over..."
"...I'll miss it terribly, so I'd better enjoy it while I can." Fluttershy finished as her head slumped down once more, her curtain of pink mane spreading over it like a waterfall. "I know, I know..."
"Come on now." Applejack reached up to massage her wife's wing joints softly. "What's really botherin' you?"
Fluttershy's response was muffled by the pillow.
"Didn't quite catch that."
"I tried to..." Fluttershy lifted her face once again to look into her wife's eyes, her mouth set in a hard, frustrated line. "I couldn't reach."
"What? You had an itch?"
"…Yes."
"Well, where?" Applejack gave the mare she loved a once over. "I'll take care of it for ya."
"No." Her eyes widened in a frightening approximation of her famous Stare. "An itch."
"Oh." Applejack's eyes widened briefly before her lids slid half closed. "Oh."
"Yes. Oh." She raised a hoof and reached down towards the intersection of her thighs to demonstrate how her new proportions blocked her from reaching all the way down. "I tried to, but I just couldn't get down there."
"Well, that does sound mighty frustrating' for ya." Applejack's voice dropped a few octaves as familiar warmth flooded her own intersection. "Would ya like some help with that?"
"If it wouldn't be too hard..." The edges of Fluttershy's lips tugged upward, betraying the game. "I know I'm not much to look at right now. Not attractive at all. I’m so big... so swollen..."
Applejack unconsciously licked her lips as she leaned in.
"So very preg..." The pegasus’ husky whisper was cut off as she met her wife's lips halfway.
The two mares moaned into the kiss, their tongues wasting little time in getting reacquainted after being apart for a whole day. Fluttershy giggled into her wife's mouth as her hoof traced up her swollen stomach before reversing course and making a beeline for the rapidly lubricating treasure below. She inhaled sharply when orange hoof met pink flesh, and she sighed with contented bliss as pleasure shot off like sparks through her body.
This was what she'd been craving all day. This was what she'd been waiting for. It seemed so unfair at first. Pregnancy had put her sex drive into overtime, but the bigger she got the harder it became to tend to her own needs. Only in times like this did she realize how perfect everything was. Who needed instant gratification when it was so much nicer to let the anticipation build through the day, then let her equally charged up wife tend to her needs? Sometimes until the small hours of the morning, if need be.
And Applejack was charged up. It was only after their wedding that she had sat her new missus down and explained her secret kink; that she was incredibly turned on by pregnant mares. She couldn't explain it. It had just always been that way. Rainbow Dash had confirmed it to Fluttershy when asked later on. The lightning blue pegasus had been dating Applejack around the time the Cakes had been blessed with their offspring, and anytime they encountered the already plump-with-twins Mrs. Cake in public, Dash knew it wouldn't be long until she was dragged into some secluded alcove for a quickie.
Now that she had access to a mare with foal in her own home, Applejack had become nothing less than insatiable. The more Fluttershy showed, the randier she became.
And Fluttershy wasn't complaining. Not one bit.
She gently bit Applejack's lower lip as the hoof on her pussy began to move, lazily tracing up and down her labial lips. "Ah!" She gasped when her clit was barely brushed.
"If I'd have known you were this pent up, I would've come home early." Applejack whispered, her other hoof straying down towards her own nethers. "I hate thinkin' of you all hot and bothered and not able to do somethin' about it."
"N-no you don't." Fluttershy's breath hitched as her button was bumped once again.
"...Shucks, you've got me there. Truth be told, I had to tend to myself around lunchtime to keep from runnin' back here to check on you."
Fluttershy moaned at the image of her wife hoofing herself off in the shade. "Mmmm, I wish you would have."
"Aw, but you know how we can get. Odds are I wouldn't have gotten back to the chores at all once we got into it."
Fluttershy unconsciously thrust her hips when a third stroke hit her nub. Her wife was clearly teasing her at this point. "Would that be so bad?"
"Business before pleasure, sugarcube." Applejack chuckled as she began kissing a trail from Fluttershy's cheek towards her throat. She bit and licked at the soft flesh she found, relishing each squeak and sigh from her mare. All the while, her hoof continued its lazy work. slowly coating itself in Fluttershy's ever-growing juices. "Still feelin' that itch?"
"Mmm-hmm." Fluttershy nodded frantically, her swollen body beginning to writhe on the cushions.
"Startin' to feel a mite itchy myself, come to think of it. I know you're feelin' mighty comfy, but I don't suppose you'd be able to make it upstairs...?" She laughed again, low in her throat, when Fluttershy hefted herself off the couch at once and started for the stairs. "That's my girl." Watching her beloved's swollen frame moving away from her made Applejack's mouth run dry. She quickly began her pursuit, her focus on the destination clouded as her eyes kept getting drawn to the supple flank now inches from her face. Fluttershy’s ass had always been one of her best features, and now? With the added plumpness of pregnancy?
Who could blame her for what came next?
Fluttershy squeaked in surprised delight as she felt her wife plunge headfirst between her cheeks, her tongue lapping desperately at any flesh it could reach. She stopped in her tracks and bent on instinct, her front half lowering so her back half could raise that much higher in the breeding position encoded in her very DNA. Her tail lifted out of the way and her legs parted to allow Applejack easier access, something the earth pony accepted graciously. She reached up to get a good hold on those yellow cheeks and pulled them apart so as to properly expose the object of her desire. Applejack buried her muzzle in the coral pink that lurked beneath her wife’s tail, shoving her tongue into her leaking slit so as to imbibe as much of her excretions as she was able.
Fluttershy gasped and moaned as her wife took her right there in the foyer. She glanced at the door. “R-right here? But what if some-po-po-pony comes over?”
Applejack pulled away, licked her lips, and landed a meaty smack on the back flesh of her mare, loving the pleased squeal that came in return. “I reckon they’d be wise to take notes on how to properly eat a mare out.” She smirked as Fluttershy’s soaked pussy winked. She waited until her engorged clit emerged and then pounced, taking it into her mouth and suckling it like a piece of candy.
Fluttershy came a little with a tinny cry, trying to arch her back but finding her mobility somewhat impeded by her current condition. “J-just like that…” She moaned.
Applejack needed no additional incentive. She’d been with a respectable number of mares since coming of age and realizing her inclination, and out of all of them it was Fluttershy who tasted the best. Her bouquet was as soft and sweet as she was, and Applejack simply could not get enough of it. She kneaded the cheeks in her grasp as she licked and lapped, swirled and suckled. She buried her muzzle in flesh, tried to drown herself in ambrosia. After a long day in the fields, this was what she was after.
But there was something else she wanted to. Something she only had a few months left to enjoy.
Fluttershy was well on her way to a proper orgasm when her wife’s tongue disappeared, her iron grip vanished from her rear. She looked back, dazed confusion in her eyes. “Wh… what?”
“Upstairs.” Applejack started first, intent on not being distracted once again. She let her tail caress Fluttershy’s muzzle as she passed.
Fluttershy’s breath caught when she inhaled the scent of her wife’s need caught in her blonde tail. “Right behind you.”
They made it upstairs with no further incident, save for the usual trouble the pregnant pegasus had these days with the last two steps. They slowed her as they always did, and by the time she’d made it to the bedroom the two mares shared, Applejack was already draped across the comforter, shamelessly rubbing herself off.
“On the bed.” She ordered.
Fluttershy shuddered, the old submissive part of her loving when her wife took charge like this. “I believe I was the one who needed to get off more.” She play-pouted. “You got me all worked up downstairs and left me hanging. That wasn’t very nice…”
“I need it.” Applejack’s voice was deep, hungry. “Thinkin’ about you gettin’ bigger? It’s drivin’ me crazy. I need this, Fluttershy. I need you. Right now.”
“And what do I get?” She raised an eyebrow.
Applejack tried a sexy smirk, the effect somewhat ruined by the look of wanton need in her eyes as she stared at the bulging midsection of the mare. “Ain’t no one comin’ home tonight. I’ll finish what I started downstairs. And then?” She lowered her eyelids. “I won’t stop ‘til the sun comes up.”
“Well how can I say no to that?” Fluttershy giggled as she crossed the room and hefted herself onto the mattress. She let out a small grunt of exertion as she did so, but she smiled when Applejack moaned lustily at the noise. She knew already what her wife was after. She eased herself onto her back and held out her forelegs. “I’m all yours.”
Applejack practically pounced. She straddled Fluttershy’s thigh and groaned as her muscular stomach made contact with Fluttershy’s swollen one. She eased herself down across her belly, careful to keep herself balanced lest she slip and squish her beloved. Soon her body was draped across Fluttershy’s, the stomach between them keeping their faces just slightly apart. “Ya’ll alright?”
Fluttershy nodded, smiling warmly. “Are you?”
“I’m amazin.’” Applejack sighed, giving her hips an experimental thrust. “You’re amazin.’”
Fluttershy wrapped her forelegs around her wife as best as she could, already feeling the earth pony’s sopping marehood matting the fur of her thigh. “Will I still turn you on this much when it’s over?”
“A’course you will.” Applejack gave another thrust, clearly raring to get moving. “What makes you think…?”
Fluttershy cut her off with a hoof to her lips. “Because, if need be, I can always just get knocked up again.”
Applejack’s eyes got wide as a new flood of mare-juices coated Fluttershy’s fur. “I-I’m gonna start movin’ now.”
Fluttershy smiled as she watched her wife start getting herself off using her body. Applejack worked her hips slow at first, moaning low in her throat as the friction between Fluttershy’s thigh and her pussy sent small shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She maintained eye contact with her beloved as she ground her winking slit against her, thrilling every single time her body slid up and down the incline that was Fluttershy’s belly. She hissed each time her clit emerged and traced a path through the marecum matted fur below her. Her speed increased bit by bit, and before too long her hips were a blur of motion. She panted with exertion, but did not stop, not even for an instant. A fine lather of sweat soon covered her, her previous shower now completely nullified by the passionate love she was making. She drove herself closer and closer to climax, her eyes locked with Fluttershy’s all the while. Her world was the engorged stomach sandwiched between them, the idea that it was her pregnant mare beneath her positively driving her wild.
“I’m… I’m gonna…” Her words caught in her throat as she came. Her hips locked in place as even more of her juices spilled out, soaking the comforter now as well as her wife’s thigh. Her breath came out in a whining sigh of relief, and she made sure to roll to the side when her muscles finally gave out. She lay in the dark, panting and grinning.
Fluttershy looked over at her wife and winked. “Worth the wait?”
“E-eeyup.” Applejack managed as she wiped a stray strand of sweaty mane from her forehead.
“Are you okay?”
“Eeyup.” Applejack swallowed hard as the strength returned to her body. “You?”
“Kinda.” Her shining eyes flicked down. “Still… itchy, though.”
Applejack chuckled as she leaned over and kissed her wife’s belly. “Let’s see if we can do somethin’ about that.”
Fluttershy grinned as she relaxed against the pillows. She felt the earth pony kissing a path downward and opened herself wide in welcome. Unconsciously, her hooves found her stomach and rubbed it, the skin tight like a drum. Being pregnant wasn’t the most glamorous or fun thing in the world, to be sure. But as she felt her wife’s tongue slide inside her once more, she was forced to admit; there were indeed some quality fringe benefits to the whole thing.
Maybe going through it again wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all.
