Fertile Figments

Chapters

So Close
Reflective Index
Baked Bads (That Are Still Good)
Gloam Glam
Abuse of Homophones for Fun and Profit
Figment: Puffed Marshmallow

So Close

Twilight Sparkle was much too... pregnant...

The twin colts she carried weren't just Clydesdales, they were Apples, with a long and illustrious genetic line attesting to their size and strength. She was also a relatively small unicorn, completely dwarfed by her foals' father, and every reason to believe her offspring had taken after him. Worse, by whatever quirk of fate or DNA, her due date had come and passed with little indication that her pregnancy was ending soon. Perhaps there'd just been a mistake when calculating the due date, as no one had expected her to get quite so big, quite so fast, but she was hovering at the end of her 18th day overdue, after an already arduous 11 months. Her belly had ballooned out tightly on both sides of her barrel, the heavy weight swinging low and near the ground when she walked. It limited her options for lying down, as she was doing now, her back tipped slightly down while her swollen stomach and uneven girth took up all of the space in front of her. Even finding a comfortable position was no guarantee of actual comfort, with the way the two Appleseeds rolled and kicked their poor mother's overtaxed womb. Her hooves, her legs, her hips, her shoulders, her back all hurt from being pulled every which way by her oversized stomach. There was a sore tenderness in her engorged teats, growing fat and heavy with the milk her foals would eventually claim.

Yes, Twilight agreed, she was much too pregnant...

Twilight listened as the chatter downstairs in the farmhouse gradually faded, the family retreating off to their separate beds to sleep. She would have joined them, of course, but an afternoon nap had put her too late to eat a proper dinner, and she needed a really good argument to get herself back out of bed that far into the evening. None of the Apple family was brave enough to risk waking an overdue unicorn, either. She eventually heard the sound she'd been waiting for, the heavy clomp of steel horseshoes plodding up the stairs, and the accompanying groans of wood and nails as they shouldered an immense weight.

Big Macintosh let himself into the bedroom quietly as he could. Being a gargantuan workhorse with a bright red coat, he wasn't much for stealth, but he made the effort. He quickly spied that the pregnant unicorn in the bed wasn't asleep, instead giving him a warm and inviting smile. Still careful, but not quite so quietly, he closed the distance, looming over the bedside, and bent to lay his forehead against hers. His red coat met her violet, and he applied gentle pressure, with a care to avoid poking himself on her horn. "How's my little babymamma doin'?" he said, his rich baritone ill-suited for quiet whispering.

Twilight drank in Mac's heady musk. Fresh air, dirt, straw, spices, and the ever-present hint of apple combined with raw masculine strength and grit. It was enough to get just about any mare's heart racing, and had likely been instrumental in Twilight's current pregnant predicament. They shared a kiss as they slid each other's nose across the other's, lingering and parting slowly. Mac then leaned further over the bedside to the curve of Twilight's form, sneaking his muzzle in amid the blankets to rub his cheek against her velvety coat.

"Surviving,' she finally replied with a tired, but contented sigh. It had become something of a game to say as few words as possible between, and instead let the meaning flow through context and action.

"And my boys?" he asked, reaching out a hoof to gently press against her bump.

"Stubborn..." Twilight answered, the word just as pregnant with meaning as she was.

Mac chuckled, gently patting her stomach. "Eyup. Like their daddy. Or their great-granny."

Twilight shifted her weight, exposing more of her stomach to Big Mac, still sighing wistfully, "Oh, well, what can you do?"

Mac took the opportunity to drag his hoof along his lover's middle, feeling the swollen tightness of the skin. He rubbed her stomach for long seconds before replying, a hint of mirth still in his voice, "Could always see if I can get things moving..."

Mac was rarely subtle with his come-ons in private, and as usual, his intent was evident enough. Twilight shared the glee in his suggestion, laughing quietly, "That hasn't worked the last... twenty six times you've tried?"

Of course, Twilight had kept a count of every time since her due date that Mac had attempted to get her labor started with a good, deep bucking. They were memorable enough occasions, even for a pony who didn't fastidiously mentally record such things. And obviously, none had worked.

Mac's hoof continued its stiff exploration of Twilight's overdue proportions. The stallion kissed her bump and brought his head back to give her another, longer kiss on the mouth, before rumbling with his hot breath, "Supposin' I wasn't really tryin?"

He caught her in a second kiss before she could reply, whatever words she'd had stuck in her throat. He kept the initiative as they parted, adding, "Supposin' I didn't want ya to pop?"

He seized her in another, more forceful lip lock, though she'd had no reply ready, only a keening squeak. In predictable pattern, he relented and continued, "Supposin' I like seeing you so pregnant?"

Twilight already knew that Mac greatly admired her gravid body. He was singularly incapable of that kind of deception. But the declarations were just the thing the overdue unicorn wanted to hear, her pulse quickening and her loins growing hot and needful. Not that she even required much prompting with the near mythically constructed stallion making the advances.

Mac's titanic hoof had paused and was pressing against Twilight's taut belly, and her foals shifted and moved in response to their father's touch. It caused another small squeak of surprise in the back of her throat, and a relieved, satisfied sigh as she collected herself. Her colts continued to kick, another sensation further heightening her mood. Finally given a spare moment to form a thought, her vocabulary was given over to one questioning word, "...eyup?"

Mac answered first with another kiss, beginning to pull Twilight closer to him. The workhorse was still standing over the side of the bed, tall enough that he didn't even need to get up on his haunches to reach across and envelop Twilight in an embrace, and strong enough that the pregnant mare was no strain on his muscles. He tried to quiet his voice, but only managed to deepen his bass, as he drawled, "You're more beautiful now than you've ever been. An' I ain't exactly eager to see it end..."

Twilight's anticipation was reaching the level of screaming "TAKE ME NOW!", but Mac had a way of keeping one step ahead of her and, somehow, ramping up the tension. He lightened his grip and let the unicorn down onto the bed once again, now on her back, with her hindlegs dangling over the edge, and her overdue stomach sticking up and out below the stallion's intense gaze. "'Had no idea such a little pony'd be strong enough to carry TWO of my boys. Had no idea she'd make it to the end. Had no idea she'd still be carrying these big ole' foals well after that," he declared, putting his front legs on the bed to rub at Twilight's stomach from both sides.

Mac paused in his monologue to lick Twilight's lower stomach with his tongue, intentionally careful to graze her teats as he began, ending near the apex of where her belly button jutted out. "But always so chipper. Always so vibrant. Yer hair, yer coat, yer eyes, and yer big, pregnant belly, still gettin' bigger..." his drawl thickened as his words outpaced his brain. "Knowin' that yer MINE. That I did this to ya. That those're MY foals. And ery' day longer it lasts is proof o' jus' how strong ya are." He shook his head, hint of a smile creeping across his mouth, "Nope. Don't wanna see it end. I wanna see how much stronger ya are..."

Mac finally began to utilize his lower half, his massive stallionhood beginning to probe at Twilight's lustful mound, and the workhorse's height meant he still loomed over Twilight and the entirety of her oversized belly. He said, slowly and distinctly through his grinning teeth, "So I am gonna take what's mine, and I am going buck you good and deep. But I ain't going to pop you. You're going to stay good and pregnant. You're going to keep carryin' my foals. And you're going to love every minute, for a long as you can..."

Mac began to apply press-

There was a knock at the library door, and it opened shortly after, accompanied by a flurry of footsteps. Twilight Sparkle was torn from her fantasy and frantically tried to hide what she'd been doing. She had relative privacy in the upper eaves of the library, but the only being so brazen to enter after knocking, not to mention with actual feet to make footsteps, was quite at home in the dwelling they shared.

"Hey Twilight? You seen my source book? I thought it was with the monster manual, but I didn't see it when I got there..." Spike the Dragon questioned, scurrying along the lower floors to check the tables, chairs, and shelves for his lost item.

Twilight called down, tamping her frustration, "Should be on the shelf next to the door. Bottom left." She banished the big red... toy to her pocket dimension of unspeakable secrets. She hunkered down in her bed, wrapping the blankets around herself, hopeful to appear as if she'd just been reading in bed. Hardly a bad disguise for the bookish pony.

She heard Spike return to the door, and yell, "Oh, dude. How did I miss that? Thanks Twilight!"

The door open and slammed shut. Twilight flicked the lock closed with telekinesis, grumbling at her failure to do so earlier. Alone again, she sighed and pulled back her blankets. While her Big Macintosh had been just a conveniently colored toy, her belly did appear every bit as pregnant as in her salacious fantasy.

A unicorn of particular desire and near unlimited magical aptitude had a few extra tools at her disposal when it came to scratching an itch. A complicated matrix of shapeshifting, illusion, and nature magic spells combined to give her a pregnant stomach almost indistinguishable from reality, even if she took a few liberties on the size. It would even move, or seem to, on its own, owing less to the contents than to a table of magical variables and random chances. The spell even tweaked her hormones to give her a more authentic experience. The only real missing piece was that it did not change her actual dietary requirements. A rather involved setup ritual was the only reason she didn't dispel it immediately upon Spike's intrusion.

It was an invaluable enchantment to a horny unicorn whose biggest kink, by far, was pregnancy. Even better for a socially maladjusted bookworm with severe anxiety and a LOT of steam to blow off. Twilight had used it to fuel a plethora of erotic fantasies, where she was invariably bred and left to grow heavily pregnant. Experiencing pregnancy for herself was an intensely satisfying turn on, though her own pregnancy was hardly the limit of her fascination.

She was blessed, or cursed, with a large swath of attractions, and she'd just as eagerly enjoy the pregnancy of another mare. What made things difficult was her group of friends had some of the most stunning mares in Equestria in it. And while she hadn't had the courage to invite any of them to try her special spell, they did figure heavily into her fantasies all the same.

Pulled abruptly from her earlier scenario, Twilight needed some time to settle herself back into the proper mood and mindset. She lay back and rubbed her oversized stomach, letting herself forget that it was just an illusion...

Author's Note

Again, just something I needed to get out of my head. Now, off to horny jail.

Reflective Index

"Oh, I see what you mean..."

"Yes. I was hoping you might have some insight..."

Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy looked at Angel the Bunny with worried glances. Angel had never looked better, Twilight supposed, but then he didn't quite look like himself, either. For one, he was much bigger, more than twice the size she'd last spied the white rabbit. His proportions weren't the same as they had been either, and his paws, ears, and body all looked much bigger in relation to his head. He had his front legs crossed over his chest, able to let them stand in for the arms of a biped in a look of wary annoyance. That was standard behavior for the sometimes unsociable rabbit, but as Twilight looked closer, she could see that the erstwhile arms appeared to be bulging with... muscle?

Enduring the stares for long enough, Angel quipped something in irate gibberish. Fluttershy frowned at him, turning to Twilight and translating, "He, uhm, he says he's been working out." She was her usual overpolite pegasus self, but even that couldn't hide the incredulity at the edge of it.

Twilight wasn't able to hide it, quirking an eyebrow, "Doing WHAT?"

Angel chittered, miming his arms lifting something heavy overhead his head. Fluttershy provided the meaning, "Lifting rocks."

"Lifting... rocks..." Twilight added, each word mired in suspicion as she judged the now hulking hare.
Angel stomped one of his feet and continued to gesticulate and chatter, leaving a long pause at the end for Fluttershy's benefit. "He, uhm, he says he's been lifting rocks at the Castle of the Sisters. There's lots of rocks of all sizes there just lying around," the yellow mare provided.

Angel held his front paws together an gradually brought them apart, then again implying he was lifting something heavy. Then he flexed, and kissed each of his "arms" in what passed for a bunny bicep. He nodded at Fluttershy and began hopping away.

Twilight's eyes shifted slowly back to Fluttershy, awaiting explanation, while her expression couldn't hide both the disbelief and confusion.

Fluttershy continued, "He started small and work his way up. And now he has.. uhm... massive gains."

Twilight furrowed her brow, "And... you believe him...?"

Fluttershy looked immediately conflicted, unwilling to cast around an accusation like lying on one of her friends. "He... he has been trying to impress a doe that comes by the cottage. He's competitive... and stubborn. So I can believe he was trying to, uhm, improve himself..."

The downy pegasus had trouble with the next bit, and surveyed the room to be sure that Angel had indeed vacated. "But his... massive gains... seem... too massive..." she struggled to say.

Twilight laughed quietly, "You think?"

Fluttershy shrunk in on herself, letting her pink mane fall across and hide her face. Despite the considerable height advantage the leggy pegasus had on the little unicorn, she looked small.

Twilight shook her head and reached out a tender hoof to reassure her friend, "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It does seem unlikely for him to change so much. Let's take him at his word..."

The Everfree seemed less frightening than it used to. By all accounts, Nightmare Moon had been wholly contained within the moon for a thousand years. But having vanquished Luna's darkness here, it was as though a bit of the oppressive thickness had been lifted from the forest, the Castle of the Sisters in particular. It still held plenty of danger for any careless pony to plod into, but it was no longer the foreboding presence it had once been.

Twilight Sparkle and Fluttershy arrived in the early afternoon. The forest was lively and bright, and Celestia's gentle sunlight streamed down on the old stonework and columns of the Castle of the Sisters. It felt so much different than it did the night Luna returned as Nightmare Moon. Birds sang without care, and the castle seemed home to a number of other small critters who'd taken advantage of the shelter. Fluttershy didn't even seem nervous, though ever her unsure and cautious self.

It was actually Fluttershy who broke the silence first, and Twilight turned, believing the words were meant for her. Instead, the pegasus was conversing with one of the birds. Twilight had to remind herself that it was one of the things Fluttershy could do, whereas the unicorn was prepared to charge blindly into the castle to see what she could find without guidance.

The unicorn waited patiently while the pegasus finished her conversation. The bird resumed its earlier tweeting song as it took flight and Fluttershy then explained, "Mr. Finch says that Angel Bunny's been crawling into one of the rock piles... over here..." She pointed with a wing, and then naturally let Twilight resume the lead.
It looked like many of the other piles of crumbling masonry that had left the main hall of the castle open to the sky, but a more careful inspection and a few large chunks of masonry magically moved from the way revealed a staircase leading downwards. A damp, rotten carpet that may once have been red clung to the stairs, and the air freed from below seemed just as musty.

Twilight grimaced at the scent, and felt Fluttershy nervously shuffle close to her. "I'm sure it's fine," she assured her companion. "After all, Angel wasn't afraid of this place."

She made her way down, more careful of her balance on the old stone steps than wary of any threats. She conjured a small light atop her horn as she left the sunlight above. Fluttershy followed, her wings seemingly torn between flaring to keep her upright or glued to her trunk in fear. The carpet dissolved away into nothing as the pair descended several spirals of staircase, the bricks becoming more even the lower they went.

At the very bottom, a wooden door half off its rusted hinges hung awkwardly to one side, affording little privacy to the room beyond aside from the tight squeeze through. Navigating into the space, Twilight couldn't immediately define what kind of room it was. The ceiling here was largely intact, but there was rubble and detritus nonetheless. Debris that might have been a table took up the center of the room, with wooden planks that could have been shelving lay near the outer walls, and whatever contents they held spilled along the ground. Broken glass. A bronze candlestick. A soggy leather cover was all that was left of a book, she imagined, flinching at the idea. A far wall had a musty pile of damp fabrics, moth eaten and moldy, reduced to just a few shreds of barely recognizable scraps.

Recessed into its own little alcove, Twilight could see something shimmer in the light from her spell. It looked out of place compared to the dusty wreckage around them. As she neared, it shown purple, then gold, somehow pristine among the ruin around them. Even without further inspection, the unicorn knew it was enchanted. Nothing but a magical object could withstand the devastation of age and neglect that had eroded the rest of the castle and still shine so brightly. A golden frame, large enough for two ponies to walk through, was inlaid with bas-relief depictions of flowers, trees, and various faceless equine forms. Inside was a pair of velvet or silk curtains colored a royal purple, with gold-braid on the bottom fringe. With the dust or fine rocky debris that had settled on every surface, it looked like it had only been kept in deep storage back in Canterlot Castle, not left to the elements for a millennium. The only thing truly out of place was the bottom right corner, where somepony, or more than likely a certain rabbit, had folded a curtain back and secured it with a rock. As she lowered her head to investigate, she spied what the curtains had been hiding: her reflection. It was a mirror. A magic mirror. The wheels began to turn in Twilight's head.

Twilight turned to call for Fluttershy, beginning with "I think I've found-" but stopped when she saw that the tall yellow pony had never wandered far, looming silently over the small unicorn while simultaneously trying to hide behind her. "I might have an idea, if this is what I think it is..." she began again. She bid her light spell aloft, growing brighter and bathing the entirety of the room in an even glow, to give the pair a better look. With a twinkling of telekinesis, she parted the curtains and exposed the full surface of the mirror. She was not at all prepared for what she saw.

The image that stared back at Twilight wasn't quite her reflection. Indeed, it was a reflection of a familiar purple unicorn, but it was not the same one that would greet her in any regular mirror. Much to Twilight's mutual surprise, embarrassment, and fascination, this reflection was pregnant.

In Twilight's mirror image, her short, plump pony frame was ponderously swollen on either side of her trunk, a massive arc of fertile swell extending towards the ground below. Far too large to be carrying a single foal, Twilight knew, the mare in the reflection looked quite overripe and uncomfortable with the exaggerated size. She took an experimental step forward and watched her reflection mimic it, Not perfectly, for the reflection wasn't a perfect match, but it was more or less accurate. Her studious eyes were quick to notice other slight differences aside from the advanced pregnancy and uncertain stance of her counterpart. She also recognized a certain flush to the cheeks, bright but tired eyes, and a thicker, longer mane and tail on the reflection, reminding her vaguely of the length of.... Fluttershy.

No bucking way...

Drawn away from her own visage, Twilight looked to Fluttershy's reflection. Her breath caught in her throat as she processed the image. Fluttershy's mirrored self was every bit as pregnant as Twilight's. The taller, thinner pegasus had a much different shape to her gravid stomach, pushing out less at the sides and bottom, with more room between her front and back legs to accommodate the size of her belly, but there was still little doubt that it was just as encumbering. Fluttershy's reflection stood awkwardly behind Twilight's, as if the legs didn't know quite how to distribute the weight they were carrying, while the wings folded higher atop the swollen expanse that was taking up their usual perch at the sides.

Twilight had ample time to collect her thoughts, as Fluttershy seemed just as perplexed and, perhaps, mortified by what she was seeing. It could be, the mage theorized, that the mirror was showing the idealized self... or was supposed to.

While Twilight greatly enjoyed the picture of herself heavily pregnant staring back, she wasn't sure that was her unbidden idea of her idealized self. It could also, she thought, reflect deep hidden desires, and that seemed perfectly in line with what she was seeing. She couldn't help but give herself, and Fluttershy, another appreciative glance, the two abundantly pregnant mares looking so innocently confused. She'd need more information before she could make an accurate assessment, and, as yet, she didn't know what it was Fluttershy might be seeing.

"Uh... Fluttershy... are you seeing... what are you seeing?" Twilight finally said, looking at Fluttershy's reflection rather than the pony herself.

Fluttershy's turquoise eyes were similarly glued to the artifact, and she took long seconds to form a response, "Uhm.... why are we... pregnant?"

Okay, Twilight thought. They must be seeing the same image. She began moving backward, past Fluttershy. She watched her reflection pass clumsily by the mirror pegasus's oversized belly. If it was reflecting her own inner desires, it might be related to proximity. Leaving Fluttershy closer could cause it to reflect a different fantasy. Both ponies' gazes still locked on the mirror, it failed to change to a new scene.

Twilight was beginning to worry she'd have to spill her entire fetish list to Fluttershy, and on the one hoof it was Fluttershy and she was going to at least pretend to be understanding, and on the other hoof it was Fluttershy and she was going to be terribly embarrassed to talk about such a thing. Her mind cast about, trying to find plausible, and less salacious, explanations.

"Well.... I think this mirror is enchanted to reflect inner desires," she started to say, suppressing the emotion in her voice. "But... it might not be working entirely correctly. The magic might have degraded from being down here for so long, if it ever worked to begin with..."

Fluttershy, or rather the reflection Twilight was staring at, looked at the unicorn expectantly. She knew the most faithful student too well, expecting a lecture.

Twilight continued haltingly, "I... have always wanted to be... a mother..."

Completely true.

"I've practically raised Spike, even with help, and.... it's been very rewarding... though not without its share of trouble."

100% factual.

"And I've... always wanted.. to have my own foals... a big family..."

Totally accurate.

"The mirror might be... making its best guess as to what that looks like..."

A wild guess, a fib, with a grain of truth...

Twilight was blushing heavily, her reflected rotund doppelganger following along, as she laid bare that little part of herself, the least embarrassing tip of the iceberg. Her eyes had wandered to far corners as she spoke, and when they found their way back to Fluttershy, the actual Fluttershy, she saw the pegasus had a little blush of her own. "Sorry... it's a little embarrassing to say out loud..."

The mirror momentarily forgotten, Fluttershy looked at Twilight and shook her head, "No, no. I understand. That's really very sweet. I, uhm, I also want to be a mother someday..."

Twilight relaxed, feeling a knot in her stomach loosen that she hadn't even realized had been there. A soft breeze briefly disturbed her hair, and her gaze found its way back to the mirror.

"Uhm.... w-why are we... pregnant!?" Fluttershy repeated out of the blue, a sudden pique of alarm in her tone.

Twilight hadn't noticed until she leaned slightly in Fluttershy's direction to respond, and then an unfamiliar weight took her farther than she intended to go. "Ah!" she squeaked, taking stock of her situation and realizing that the reflection in the mirror was no longer inaccurate. The pregnant pair of ponies in the mirror had been translated to the real world. The unicorn kept squeaking out half-formed questions of disbelief, trying to turn around on herself to get a better look at her changed form.

The unicorn was pregnant. Extremely pregnant, just like her counterpart in the mirror. Her heavy, tight stomach swayed with her motion, throwing off her entire center of mass. Soreness was creeping into her extremities as they shouldered the burden, She could feel the pressure her body was under. She could feel her womb strain and even her teats grown swollen. She had, after all, played with such notions before, but she hadn't been expecting it. Having it suddenly thrown onto her was like having all of her secrets exposed.

Fluttershy stood stock still, strangely much calmer than Twilight, but still wearing a nervous expression on her demure features. The yellow pony stood a good head taller than Twilight, a lean, leggy mare, now possessing her own pregnant-looking stomach. She seemed no less than Twilight's size, but she seemed to distribute it far better with her long body and legs.

The unicorn quickly tired herself out trying to escape her own body to get a better perspective, hefting around the considerable new weight. She inevitably bumped into Fluttershy as she stumbled over her own hooves. Neither pony fell, fortunately, and it seemed up to the pegasus to steady everyone, inside and out. "Calm... calm down, Twilight." she said softly, extending a steady hoof to hold against Twilight's shoulder. She listed forward, and had to correct herself, as she resisted the unfamiliar gravity. "You can figure this out..." she stated simply.

Twilight sucked in a ragged breath and nodded. "Right... right... sorry... I.... this is a magic mirror. A powerful one..."

Fluttershy would often be the first one to panic, but she always seemed to hold it together when she was the only one left able to do so. With that steadying presence, Twilight could organize her thoughts. The unicorn continued to speak out loud, not ignoring Fluttershy, but letting just her train of thought run out loud. "It's probably not meant to do... this! It's probably supposed to show you what you want... maybe even give you what you want... It probably gave Angel his... massive gains."

The magician began to pace. Not the wild spinning of before, but slow, thinker's steps, her mind now outracing the added strains of her body. "But it's so old... if it ever worked right it could have degraded and corrupted the spell matrix... it might be attuned to Angel... and if he was thinking about a girl, he might have had something in mind..."

Unmoving, Fluttershy nodded almost imperceptibly, whispering "That's... that's probably true..."

Twilight laughed nervously, quipping, "And you know how rabbits are?"

"Mhmmm..." came Fluttershy's reply through closed lips.

Twilight, ever the master of picking up social cues, finally realized that Fluttershy wasn't just steady, she was... stiff. The pegasus's long legs practically shivered in the attempt to keep her from moving. The one hoof she'd briefly extended had been a wooden motion, and it quickly receded as Twilight had gone on her tirade. The unicorn trotted closer, and mindful of her voice, she asked quietly, "Fluttershy? Are you all right? Are you in pain?"

Fluttershy took her time answering, seeming to redouble her efforts at staying still. "I... I'm afraid if I move I'm going to pop.."

Twilight snorted, emitting more inappropriate laughter. "You'll be fine. I'm fine! We're fine! We're all fine! I just need to figure this out!" She began to turn back to the mirror, but thinking better of it than to ignore Fluttershy just then. She gathered her nerves and continued, "You're not going to pop. Just relax."

Fluttershy didn't immediately follow the directions, but became a little more animated in her face, "B-but... I'm.. we're so big... aren't we.. p-pregnant...?" Her earlier calm was starting to crack now that she had Twilight back in the lead.

Twilight shook her head, "No... no.... this is a powerful illusion, or enchantment, or curse..." She paused, only to shake her head again, "That's not important... Creating new life unbidden is a terribly powerful magic. It's not something you can do just by looking in a mirror. We'd need a much more powerful ritual..." she paused again, swearing at herself to keep focused, "We're not suddenly going to be parents... this mirror is powerful, but only enough for a very convincing facsimile..."

"Oh..." Fluttershy answered, her emotion unreadable. The pegasus did seem to loosen, taking a slow breath that showed all along the newly minted swell of her middle.

"A-are you okay?" Twilight tried to confirm, unable to sense Fluttershy's mood more naturally but guessing she still held on to some tension.

Fluttershy's head lowered and shifted, her eyes searching for someplace to hide, "My boobs hurt..."

Twilight grew warm and bothered, giggling, "Mine, too..." she assured, rocking her head from side to side lightheartedly, forcing her own eyes to go anywhere but to where they might gander at Fluttershy's breasts. Blessing or curse, though, the pegasus's massive stomach was blocking all views from the current vantage.

After a long, awkward silence, Twilight felt her inner academic demanding she inform Fluttershy further, "It's... like I said... a powerful illusion. I can't guess what this mirror was used for, or if it was even supposed to do something like this, but I won't be able to figure that out without more materials to work with..."

Without looking, she used her telekinesis to pull the violet curtain back across the mirror's surface, and the light spell twirled from the entire room and back to the unicorn's horn. She added, "For now, let's get out of here. I'll try to dispel this once we're clear of the mirror. I don't want to risk dispelling the effects so close to what may be a broken artifact. It may react badly if the spell matrix is degraded."

Fluttershy nodded along, clearly out of her depth when it came to magic.

Twilight began picking her way through the rubble of the rest of the room, confident in her steps, if not her balance. The little problems started to crop up immediately, as her increased size caught on objects strewn about. She poked her expanded side with a broken table leg her former girth cleared without issue. She yelped in surprise, almost tripping as she scrambled to catch herself. She was much heavier, and her belly hung low enough that it brushed against rocks on the floor that she wouldn't have even noticed before, adding considerable difficulty to finding good footing. But looking back to check on Fluttershy left her with a little jealous pang. The tall yellow pony's legs were long enough to rise above the wreckage as she cautiously followed after.

The first big problem became evident when Twilight neared the broken door. Hanging off of one hinge in the frame, it did little to impede the two ponies on their entrance. But for two massively pregnant mares, it would be far more trouble. Laughing in quiet exasperation, Twilight tried to twist herself around the decayed wood, only for it to meet her stomach at whatever angle she attempted. It refused to swing the way it needed to, even on the one remaining hinge, and Twilight grunted and grumbled as she barely managed to pulls herself backwards out of the impediment.

A brief flash of magic from the irate, pregnant unicorn and a field of magic deftly ripped the lone hinge from the wall, and then seizing the entire door in purple sparkles, hefted it to the side and out of the way.

"G-Good job," Fluttershy said, her distant voice concerned with other things but still quick with words of encouragement.

Twilight replied with an irritated grunt, the next big problem stretching upwards before her. Stairs. She glanced back at her pregnant-looking self, quite unable to simply enjoy it, and then back at the winding staircase that would lead back to the surface. It would be unwise to teleport until she knew more about the mirror and its effects. Laying magic on top of magic was extremely dangerous with unknown elements involved. With a huff of determination, she put her right hoof forward.

It wasn't particularly hard, Twilight was thinking as she topped the first ten steps. She was just tall enough that she didn't scrape her oversized stomach on the stairs as she climbed, but only just so. As a quadruped, she had superior balance and weight distribution. The stairwell was wide enough that even a pony of her proportions had ample room to maneuver.

It was by the fortieth step, just past the estimated halfway point, that she began to have second thoughts. Most of them centered around just how heavy she was, feeling every ounce every time she put down her hooves. She was drenched in sweat, and much like a true pregnant stomach, her own illusion seemed to simmer with its own internal heat. And yes, her boobs hurt. The mirror had created quite the presentation, and she secretly wondered if it had drawn on her own experiences simulating pregnancy. Or the alternative, that her own spells were at least on par with those of a powerful, ancient artifact. The idea lifted her mood, but unfortunately did nothing to lift the rest of her.

Twilight could hear Fluttershy's labored breath behind her, and she guessed the trek wasn't much easier for the pegasus, even with her longer legs. "Are you... okay... back there?" Twilight puffed, feeling as if even her lungs were being squished by her pregnancy.

Although clearly winded, it seemed the pegasus was still faring better than the unicorn. "It's been a... strange day," Fluttershy answered,

Twilight had time between breaths for another laugh. "Tell me about it."

With little energy left for conversation versus climbing, Twilight lapsed into silence again, and Fluttershy was quite at home in the quiet. With slow but steady progress, they made their way back into the fresh air and sunshine.

Twilight Sparkle crossed the threshold of the final step, setting her hooves on level ground, sputtering her ragged breaths and stretching her sore muscles. She felt at once utterly miserable, and at the same time completely exhilarated. The swollen unicorn had conquered the stairs. The hard part was out of the way, and now she could enjoy the feeling of it all. For a bit, in any case, while she puzzled out the proper dispellation method. She found a particularly mossy rock to flop down on and did just that, lying on her side and smiling. There just weren't words to describe the visceral satisfaction stewing in her. "Just let me... catch my breath... and I'll... see if I can... undo this..." she called to her follower.

Fluttershy's reaction to escaping the stairwell was more subdued, or Twilight was still just bad at reading other ponies. The yellow pony was smiling slightly. She trod slowly over to where Twilight lay and did her own awkward sprawl onto the ground, flat onto her back, thrusting her enormous stomach into the air. A few shifts and shimmies for the pegasus to find a modicum of comfort, and the purple pervert drunk in every detail. "W-will we need to go back to the library?" Fluttershy asked, still smiling, but aware her day could still get much stranger.

Twilight was suppressing giggles, distracted from spellcraft to think of all the things that might happen if they did have to go into town. "No! I just need a little bit of rest. Besides, can you imagine us walking into Ponyville looking like this?"

Fluttershy seemed amused by the idea and answered with a demure giggle, "We'd give somepony a heart attack."

Twilight snerked, doing her own shuffle to find a more comfortable position to lay as the laughter jostled her overripe stomach. "We could head to Sweet Apple Acres and tell Applejack that it's really important we see Big Macintosh."

Fluttershy then did something entirely unexpected and put on her best Applejack impression. "Tarnation! Granny, git yer shotgun! Mac's been sowin' the wild oats!"

Twilight blew her laughter through her lips cracking up, her hooves going to her stomach as her sides literally ached. She winced, but continued to laugh, her mirth winning out over the slight pain. Collecting enough oxygen to actually respond, she mimicked Granny Smith, "Ah' reckon it's about gosh-darn time!"

Fluttershy finally broke into laughter as well, the two tittering at the slight to their poor unknowing friend. They let the mirth die away quietly and easily, both feeling able to actually relax, despite their circumstances, and fell into their own thoughts.

With brief respite, Twilight busied herself with the counter-spell, searching for telltale signs of enchantment to tug at and unravel the whole. The illusion was nearly perfect, layer upon layer with nothing to suggest that what she saw wasn't what she got. It was taking deeper and deeper magical sense and understanding to even suggest the two ponies were anything but abundantly pregnant mares. Twilight didn't want to worry her wary companion over such things if she could find a solution. Though if she were being honest, any other unicorn would need help to cancel this particular bit of sorcery. Through some clever usage of Eyes of True Sight, Word of Revelation, and Deveraux's Decompile, she was able to find where her real self ended and her fantastical self began.

Finally ready, Twilight struggled to her hooves, centering herself. With a flare of white light from her horn, she clove the enchantment from her physical body. Bereft of an anchor, the spell matrices degraded into gibberish and faded away into the ether. She'd done it. She was back to her normal, merely pudgy self. The ache of the day's exertions still clung to her, but the weight, the pressure, the pregnancy, and all the accompanying changes were gone. Again, she was torn. Jubilant in her accomplishment, disappointed at the end of the mirror's effect.

That left Fluttershy. The yellow pegasus was still obscenely swollen, with her stomach looming up above her prone body, and her wings slightly flared beneath her. She offered a congratulatory "Yay" and clapped her front hooves together. There wasn't a single movement the kindly pony could make that wasn't affected, and dominated, by her pregnancy. She was just too big, but she managed to retain all of her graceful femininity, and leaving her looking the very avatar of fertile motherhood.

Twilight swallowed and forced her focus, banishing all the stray thoughts running through her mind just then. Too bad I can't just leave her this way, Twilight allowed, before returning to the task. Her horn shone again and it was over just as quickly. Fluttershy's o-so-enticing stomach evaporated into higher dimensions.

Celestia's flaming tits, Twilight later thought.

That. That happened. That actually happened. That. Actually. Bucking. Happened.

That stupid, wonderful mirror had actually shown her a big, heavy, pregnant Fluttershy. Much later, once physically free of the situation and left to her own devices, Twilight's mind immediately went back to dwell on what she'd seen. That gorgeous winged pony swollen so massively, shuffling so shyly and awkwardly, knowing she shouldn't be that damnably pregnant. It was identically maddening and alluring.

Twilight would need to return later to puzzle out the mirror's exact effect, after she'd reviewed some pertinent texts on magical artifacts and brushed up on the syntax of thousand-year old enchanting matrices. Under normal circumstances, the librarian would call that a fun and productive night. She had a cup of tea, a cleared space on her desk, a writing pad, a fresh quill, multicolored ink, and a pile of books to sort through. She should be in her groove. But with what she'd seen, her mind just wouldn't let her focus where she needed to. Her thoughts continually drifted back to the ponderous, pregnant pegasus...

Author's Note

You're being subjected to my headcanon. Absent animation budgets, the ponies must be different heights. In pony equivalent, Applejack is 6'3". Fluttershy is 5'10". Rarity is 5'9". Pinkie is 5'5". Dash is 5'2". Twilight is the shortest, a 5'0" gremlin.

Baked Bads (That Are Still Good)

Pinkie Pie looked plump. The party pony had always been plump, but now she seemed to carry a lot of extra.... plumpness... around her midsection. Twilight Sparkle assured herself that this was all a very scientific and wholly empirical observation, and that she would be required to gather far more visual data to strengthen her hypothesis. For all the boundless energy the bubbly mare spent celebrating, an appetite for baked goods always seemed to win out when determining her figure. Twilight could sympathize. Though she was much more sedentary, she often forgot meals altogether when she got into an academic groove, but even just the snacks seemed to stick with her regardless of time spent reading or out saving the world. And she wasn't doing her plot any favors by testing out Pinkie's latest experiments in patisserie, the likely source of the pink pony's prominent padding.

Pinkie dashed about the kitchen behind Sugar Cube Corner with weightless effort, however tight the blue apron seemed to be around her middle. Ovens hummed, spoons clanked, whisks rattled, and bowls clacked in a hurricane around the baker. There were already more than a dozen trays of cupcakes sitting across every available surface, and more in the ovens. The smell alone was divine, a thick buttery haze that seemed like it could fill the stomach just by the aroma. Never one to shirk presentation, Pinkie had busied herself heaping icing, fruit, and sprinkles of all varieties atop the confections, with an eye to make no two trays look alike. Her pink coat and frizzy mane were splattered with various shades of frosting.

Nearest to Twilight and farthest from the chaos of Pinkie's culinary arts sat a batch that had been sampled, three slots in a baking tin missing all but crumbs. The eight remaining seemed unassuming enough, crowned with white buttercream, rainbow sprinkles, and a Mareschino cherry. Pausing in her preparation, Pinkie nudged the tray towards Twilight, "Go ahead and try one!"

Twilight pondered and asked, "They look just like regular cupcakes? What did you need me to test?"

Pinkie grabbed one of the cakes, removing it from its wrapper as she tossed it into the air and caught it in her mouth. After only a moment to swallow it whole, she answered, "Oh, these have a super special, secret ingredient!"

Twilight looked around at the number of cupcakes that had already been baked, "I see... I hope my input isn't going to derail your progress..."

Pinkie appeared serious for the briefest of flashes, assuring, "I am confident in my process." With another quick motion, she disappeared another cupcake into her mouth and offered Twilight the tray a second time. "I just want to know what my friends think! Now try one!"

Twilight shrugged and levitated a cupcake from the tin, momentarily distracted by Pinkie adjusting her apron. That mare was getting really quite round... She huffed and switched to the task at hand, peeling away the cupcake wrapper and took a big bite, demolishing the cherry in the process. If the smell was divine, the taste was whatever existed above the realms of the gods. It filled her from horn to tail with warmth, contentment, and a feeling of heavy fullness. Despite that, she found herself eating the remainder and hungrily chomping down on a second in short order. Resisting a third then and there, she exclaimed, "Pinkie! These are amazing!"

The business-like Pinkie appeared again for a moment, calmly declaring, "I am confident in my process." The silliness returned and she took another cupcake and swallowed it in one gulp as she shifted back to decorating the new batches.

Despite the heavy feeling lingering from her first sample, Twilight couldn't help herself and gobbled two more before the obvious question entered her mind. It felt like she'd eaten a brick made of fluffy delicious, but it seemed to do little to stem her appetite. "Just what is this secret ingredient?" she asked, slightly louder to overcome kitchen clatter.

Pinkie glided to a stop, spun, and sped back towards Twilight. She was wearing roller skates. The earth pony winked at Twilight, "This is a special order for Celestia herself! She provided the secret ingredient: distilled sunshine!"

Twilight's left-brain engaged, summing up the situation. Celestia did like her cake. Celestia's favorite flavor was "More Cake", so the large order made sense. Celestia had better access to distilled sunshine than literally any other pony in Equestria. Pinkie and Celestia weren't exactly strangers, and the Princess liked to be the patron of small businesses like Sugar Cube Corner. The nature of sunshine would explain the filling warmth she was feeling, though with photons being weightless, it didn't account for the heaviness...

Twilight's hind-brain engaged, and she telekinetically seized and consumed an additional cupcake. Then another, leaving the tin empty.

Twilight's right-brain engaged, sneakily nagging, Pinkie Pie is super hot. She's looking hotter than usual. You should totally stare at her.

The purple unicorn's eyes drifted to Pinkie Pie still dabbling in decoration, and it began to dawn on her that Pinkie, somehow, wasn't just plump anymore. Her belly was big, Her blue apron just couldn't seem to navigate the added expanse of pink stomach that definitely wasn't there when Twilight had arrived. She resigned to a look back at herself, almost certain of what she was going to find there. Indeed, the feeling of heaviness wasn't just a sensation, it was the actual feeling of a swollen stomach poking out from her trunk. The sweat on her forehead from the heat of the ovens and the infusion of cupcake warmth turned suddenly cold.

"Uh... Pinkie...?" Twilight whined nervously, "Are you... ok?"

Pinkie found a spare moment to pirouette and roll back to Twilight with scarcely an effort, despite how large her middle had become. "Super perfect!"

Now Twilight found herself blushing, unable to peel her eyes away from the pink pony who looked positively pregnant. "Uh... your belly..." she said, meekly pointing a hoof.

Pinkie craned her neck back to look at herself, both high and low, stating without much apparent surprise, "Oh, I am getting pretty big, aren't I? I'm almost as big as Mrs. Cake was! Oh well, what can you do?"

An oven timer buzzing summoned Pinkie away. "Back in a jiff!" she quipped and left Twilight alone and befuddled.
More delicious scents wafted through the air, the fresh from the oven smell leaving Twilight hungry for more cupcakes. The unicorn didn't even have to resist the temptation, her entire being throwing an error after Pinkie's nonchalance, freezing the librarian in place.

With artful grace, Pinkie Pie found a resting place for each new tray of fresh cupcakes, never once losing her balance or her oversized stomach bumping and toppling an unattended kitchen appliance. The spectacle did something to rouse Twilight from her stupor, her right brain still urging her to look at the pretty thing. "Pinkie...?" she finally spoke, "Can I see the secret ingredient?"

The party planner rolled by, not even stopping. "Okey Dokey!" A spin had left her puffy pink hair in front of her eyes, but she nevertheless seized a large decanter and passed it to Twilight on a return across the kitchen.

Twilight examined the bottle, a solid glass construction in smoked black. The color was slightly insufficient to hide that the contents were glowing. It had no official label or seal, as one might expect from the royal apothecary in Canterlot. The only indication at all of what was inside was a piece of masking tape placed askew on the bottleneck, with "SUNSHIN" scrawled in black marker. The tape ran out before the full word did. Twilight knew the horn-writing anywhere: Celestia.

Twilight groaned recalling her mentor's infuriating lack of organization skills. She was too pregnant for this nonsense. The thought only registered briefly in her mind, as she proceeded to unstopper the bottle. The contents did cast light from the open bottle top, but not the spray of sunlight she was expecting. She carefully poured some of the contents into one of the empty cupcake basins, and instead of the light, wispy droplets of golden sun she expected, it was a heavy, thick cream that shimmered white, silver, and gold.

Twilight yelled to no one in particular, "Nightmare's frozen tits! This isn't distilled sunshine! This is ichor of life!"

Pinkie laughed at the sudden outburst, skating over to investigate. "Oh, that would explain it... wait... what would that explain?"

Twilight didn't know where to begin to explain the situation. Her thoughts seemed sluggish and her panic just wasn't giving her the boost she expected. "It's ichor of life! You can't just cook with it! It's too powerful! I don't even know where Celestia could get this much in one place! It's making us.... pregnant!"

Pinkie raspberried and broke into a fit of giggles. She slid from the kitchen and up beside Twilight. She nudged Twilight's swollen stomach with her nose, pushing herself backwards on her skates. "I would'a thought you knew how foals were made firsthoof."

Twilight tried to think, but the information flowing through her head seemed dogged. Pinkie wasn't that oblivious at the worst of times, so it shouldn't be that hard to make her understand. But that was the problem with ichor of life, wasn't it? One of the nastier side effect of having so much of the miracle of nature condensed into a paste is just how natural it made everything seem. That was life, what can you do? It acted as its own psychic filter. And here they both were, chowing it down and sucking in the fumes. And what pony even knew how it reacted with sugar or flour? There could still be more she wasn't noticing, besides being filled so full of life.

"Hey Twi?" Pinkie inquired, nosing Twilight in the stomach again, and rubbing her pink cheek against the swell. "Do you think it's twins? Because I think it's twins. And I should know, because I'm a twin. And I'm having twins, I think. AndI'mtakingcareoftwins. SoIreallyknowwhatI'mtalkingabout!
Besidesyou'rereallybigohwhatareyougoingtonamethemsayareyouhungrybecauseimhungryandimeatingforthreeandyoushoulddefinitelyeatifyoureeatingforthreeandweshouldreallyhaveababyshowericantbelieveIdidntplanonealreadymustbebabybrain~"

The party pony's speech grew faster the longer she spoke, and Twilight was already having difficulty keeping up. The first logical thing to do would be to get out of the magically infused haze, but Twilight's hooves were leaden, and she knew she was too pregnant for this nonsense. The only thing that snapped her back to focus was Pinkie casually grabbing a fresh tray of cupcakes and helping herself to another of the cursed confections. She began to shriek, "Pinkie! No! Are you craz-"

Pinkie was rather quicker with her reflexes, however, and managed to silence Twilight's yell with a cupcake stuffed into the unicorn's mouth. "Don't be a worrywart. I made plenty extra in addition to the order from Sun Butt."

Twilight ate the cupcake. Once she got a taste, she couldn't help it. The flavor was masterful in its overtones and undertones and the lingering notes once swallowed, to say nothing of the warm feelings of fullness and contentment that spread throughout her body. She knew she shouldn't be indulging, but the reason was starting to escape her. Pinkie, so cruel in her kindness, was offering another not a moment after Twilight had finished the first, She ate that one, too. Pinkie tossed a third in Twilight's direction, and she seized it in her magic field. The pregnant pink pony did a spin on her skates, and with an "Okey Dokey! Glad you like'em! Take as many as you want!" sped back into the kitchen to continue her work.

Twilight stood and calmly ate the cupcake caught in her telekinesis. She just couldn't remember what she'd been so worked up about. It probably wasn't good for her to get too excited in her condition. She dared one last cupcake, taking small, delicate bites to better savor the flavor. The sneaky little things were the perfect size to eat whole if a pony had a mind to, but she'd already eaten almost a whole tray by herself. That much sugar couldn't be good for her foals.

But Twilight wasn't relishing the thought of the walk back to the library, so she continued to hang around and watch Pinkie's antics. Pinkie's twins didn't seem to be slowing her down, Twilight scolded herself. But then, Twilight also didn't trust herself on roller skates, and she wasn't carrying two, she was carrying three.

Hanging around the bakery surrounded by treats was proving to be a mistake, though, as Twilight's hunger eventually got the better of her...

Twilight awoke face down in a scroll. A puddle of drool had formed and blurred the ink beneath it. A tin of six muffins, two of them missing, sat next to her on the desktop. Her candle had burned low, though not extinguished, and the library was still well within the grip of night. She jerked up, spat crumbs and cursed, trying to salvage the notes she'd made regarding the magic mirror she and Fluttershy had found in the Everfree. But the scroll was less spell matrices and more a tale of naughiness between a very pregnant purple unicorn and a very pregnant yellow pegasus. Twilight peered around suspiciously and banished the scroll to her pocket dimension of unspeakable secrets. But the content had knocked loose a thread of awareness, and Twilight's mind began simmering with her nighttime vision.

Nightmare's frozen tits. That was weird. And hot. Weird and hot.

Author's Note

I didn't do much proofreading of this, so sorry if it's full of mistakes!

Gloam Glam

Twilight Sparkle popped into existence in the ruins of the Castle of the Sisters. Without anypony else along, she could teleport where she wanted and avoid all the walking. Laden with saddlebags full of books and magical apparatus, she definitely wanted to spare herself the hike. There was little difference in the environment from the last time she'd explored the ruins. A slight overcast to the sky gave back the Everfree Forest some of its gloom, but the sounds of the woods remained peaceful.

The unicorn found the crumbled archway that served as the entrance to the enchanted mirror's chamber and descended the stairs, illuminating the dark well with her horn. Her telekinesis swept aside the lesser rubble on the stone steps, the first step to any project being a clean and well organized work area. That thought occupied her as she entered the room that held the artifact, and eager as she was to test the mirror itself, she was duty-bound to follow the first step to conclusion.

Twilight bid her horn's illumination to encompass the room and began seizing loose debris in her magical field, shuffling it off to a corner. Stones that had broken away from the masonry, the wooden shards of the furniture, the moth-eaten bits of cloth, the unidentifiable remains of whatever knick-knacks the room once contained, and the door she's unceremoniously ripped off of its hinges on her last trip, all made themselves into neat pile. A considerably large pile, she worried, but at least it was out of the way. She'd make a more permanent solution when she wasn't so wary of loose magic interacting with the mirror. Telekinesis and Light were simple cantrips that were far more likely to fail in the presence of a stronger magic than to affect that magic in any way, so they would have to do for now.

With the floor cleared, the magician spread out sturdy cloth blankets from her saddlebags, followed by the miniature library of books and collection of thaumaturgical implements she'd brought with her. She set down a candelabra, just in case her light spell was extinguished, and a box of snacks from Sugarcube Corner, because of course. Lastly, quills, ink, and blank scrolls, along with the actual relevant notes she'd made previously.

Twilight looked around. It wasn't the best laboratory she'd ever chosen to work in, but neither was it the worst. She'd set up a secret workshop in the Canterlot sewers, and Celestia had never found out about. This was better. It was satisfactory. With that, her preparations were complete, and she could get on to the main event. Holding herself in reserve while setting up, now she was practically buzzing as her mind checked it off from the mental list. Hooves clicking on the stone floor, Twilight skipped towards it with glee. The Mirror.

Ignoring it until now purely to keep herself focused, Twilight drank in the sight of it. The gold pony relief sculptures, the royal purple velvet curtain, the barely perceptible pressure of the arcane. She took in a deep breath and excitedly pulled away the cover to reveal the reflective surface.

"Wow..." Twilight exhaled as she examined her reflection.

Mares, on average, grew quite large when they were carrying a foal. The distinctive shape was hard to mistake for anything else, especially in the final months of a pregnancy, yet seemed perfectly suited to the pony form. Some mares were barely inconvenienced, but for needing a wider berth. For all the changes they went through, they could almost forget that they were pregnant.

Then there were the mares that had a more difficult time. Smaller mares. Larger foals. Twins. The simple fact that pony gestation could potentially last up to 12 months, even though the average was 11. However well suited the pony form was supposed to accommodate a pregnancy, these mares weren't just inconvenienced, they were uncomfortable. Too big to feel normal. Too big to forget. Too big to let anypony else forget. So big that every heavy hoofstep was a reminder of just how big.

Twilight's reflection was definitely the latter. Her tiny unicorn body hadn't been up to the task of the growth of her stomach. Too big for a single, she must be carrying twins, at least. The foals filled whatever space they could outwards and below, making a huge oblong sphere of their mother's middle. The image itself was enough to give her certain... longings.

Twilight's own experiments in illusion had made her rather familiar with this look, but that was exactly the reason she couldn't blame this debacle entirely on Angel Bunny's desires, whatever she'd managed to convey to Fluttershy. Without the pegasus, though, Twilight was able to take her time and more fully scrutinize the situation. Just the reflection had a level of detail that Twilight wasn't sure her own magic could easily match.

The mirror didn't just depict a version of Twilight with an oversized pregnant stomach. It was full of little touches and flourishes that made it seem as though this was a Twilight Sparkle who had lived through every moment of the change into her current state. The cheeks were just a bit more full, a little more softness around her harder edges where she'd been putting on pregnancy weight. The eyes were brighter in their intensity, as if she'd gained some sort of maternal power, but at the same time couldn't hide the sheer exhaustion of carrying those foals around and an inability to rest or relax comfortably. Her mane, tail, and even coat looked gorgeous, thick, soft, and shiny in the glow that all pregnant mares seem to get. Both mane and tail were longer as well, given extra time to grow, just as the rest of her, though still styled like her real world counterpart.

The actual Twilight had begun to pick up on those differences in her previous encounter with the mirror, but been distracted by Fluttershy, and then their transformation; another thing she'd need to look into. Thusfar, it hadn't yet taken effect and made the real match the reflected. It didn't take long for Twilight to come to a conclusion, however, and with her eyes on the mirror, she simply said "Yes."

Twilight felt like she passed through a gust of wind, though no movement of air was evident in the rest of the room. She immediately felt it, the change, the weight of it, the magic creeping in to make even the tiniest detail of the reflection into a reality. The transition was quick and almost unnoticeable, the experience of suddenly being something else more jarring than the actual change. And, Twilight suspected, likely because it was such a big change. She was pregnant again.

The now gravid unicorn smiled and took stock of herself, comparing with the mirror, and unable to perceive any difference. She certainly felt it, her body far heavier, her middle straining with its size, and everywhere from horn to hoof beginning to feel as though she really had been pregnant all this time. Soreness spread in her legs and back, warmth washing in from the foals she carried, and even slight pain from suddenly swollen teats.

Enlivened by the immediate success, she paced the room, taking as much time to enjoy her changed form as she did to formulate her next action. Testing her weight, her balance, the way her stomach shifted and followed slightly behind the drive of her movement, the shortness of her breath as her womb cramped her ribs and lungs. It was similar to enchantments she'd cast on herself many a time, but the seamless and effortless change and the lack of her senses, both mundane and magical, to detect anything amiss gave it a special quality. It felt real.

Twilight nodded to her match, her grin growing broader, and seized a quill in her magic field. "Mirror requires a conscious assent and vocalization to begin transformative effect," she dictated, the quill recording her words on a blank scroll. Giving affirmation of one kind or another was a common feature in many magical items. The added vocalization was security against being activated by stray thoughts. It wasn't until both herself and Fluttershy had verbally expressed interest in being a mother that the change had taken place.

Staying on task despite all the new sensations, Twilight followed the initial train of thought, planting herself in front of the mirror and commanding, "Show me my normal self." She waited, thinking that perhaps the entire artifact was voice-based. When no change occurred in the mirror's depiction, she tried a few variations:

"Give me pink hair!"

"I want to see what I look like with blue eyes."

"I wish to be taller."

"What would I look like with wings?"

With no noticeable effect, Twilight repeated some requests in modern runic, old runic, and even New Kingdom IIb. When that still produced no reaction, she sighed and shook her head. "I guess I couldn't expect it to be that easy..." she opined, though quite content that she had no immediate reason to dispel her current enchantment. The assent was verbal, but must not be dependent on language, she thought. After all, it had responded to a rabbit, and Angel Bunny was unlikely to know New Kingdom IIb.

Back to pacing, Twilight talked to herself, "This can't be all the mirror does... even supposing somepony wanted it to do just this... like some purple unicorn librarians... To make it do just this would mean it's capable of so much more, so why limit it? It's got to be a glitch in the spell matrix..."

The magician readied her crystal ball from the tools on the floor, held in front of her with magic. She gazed through, the internal sorcery of the crystal resolving the underlying construction of the artifact's enchantment. It was, as Twilight had expected, a colossal chunk of runic language that could take days to digest on its own, and, as she had feared, in a syntax she wasn't familiar with at all. "This could take a while..." she said to her reflection.

Twilight lay on her side, facing towards the mirror. Her gargantuan stomach loomed over, rising and falling with shallow breath. It had a slightly reddish cast to it, even under her shiny violet coat, the blush of her skin adding considerably color where her skin was stretched. Her dark mane splayed out around her, luxurious in its softness, but the thickness of each strand preventing it from falling out of place. A slight grin played upon her face, even when she wasn't thinking about it. She was the very picture of fertility and motherhood. Or a beached whale. Probably both.

Finding a comfortable spot to lie down was a chore all in itself, but Twilight had found a smooth groove worn in the floor that was just about perfect. When the weight of her belly had finally made standing too much to bear, she'd sat, and finally toppled over. With telekinesis, this impeded her very little from working, and she held the crystal ball, a runic codex, quill, and notes in her magical field.

Her pseudo-pregnancy was a constant, pleasantly awkward presence, always at the back of her mind. It did little to interrupt her concentration, but for one or two little oddities. The first, it moved. Or rather, the contents of her womb did. Two very distinct masses that moved independently. The shock had nearly driven Twilight into a panic when she'd first felt it, but she'd gradually managed to convince herself that the illusion really was just that good. Even the most powerful of wizards, be they ancient sages like Starswirl or living avatars of nature like Celestia, couldn't simply hide the manipulation of life and death behind illusion. Had the mirror been constructed from the souls of forsaken foals, or built to reshape reality in its entirety, it would leave easily identifiable traces. As it was, Twilight could even still sense the tenuous connection between the illusion and her true self, where she'd dispel the effect. Eventually.

The second oddity was that her sore teats really weren't just for show, either. They'd gone from sore, to painful, to aching, and then to leaking. It had been less concerning, but no less surprising, to find she was actually expressing milk, once she'd managed to overcome the obstacle of her belly to actually check. Real mare's milk, too, with nothing magical about it. How the illusion managed to turn her normal inert breasts into dairy factories was another fascinating effect she hoped she'd uncover in the decoding of the mirror's matrix.

Even with those distractions, Twilight was a smart cookie and made enough progress to humble any other ancient researcher. She'd nailed down the artifact's creation to the Early New Kingdom period, though likely long after the actual Smart Cookie. It predated New Kingdom IIb, much to her chagrin, missing all sorts of conveniences added to later runic languages. But at least, she agreed, it wasn't in some archaic Old Kingdom system from before common syntax was even agreed upon. The most ancient of artifacts could have enchantments that weren't even internally consistent, simply because the mage who created them hadn't bothered with a coherent structure.

The Early New Kingdom lacked the now common practice of including the name of the artifact in the spell matrix, so Twilight didn't get any easy leads on just what the mirror was supposed to be, but she finally had somewhere to start on the actual spellwork. She always knew this was going to be an ordeal, but knowing the translation required, she could begin to estimate just how big of an ordeal.

The natural stopping point in the research pulled her mind back to the present, and Twilight realized how hungry she was. All of the snacks she'd brought had mysteriously disappeared. The unicorn knew it wasn't quite the enigma she'd made it out to be, but deep in research her memory tended to gloss over exactly when she'd eaten them, when it didn't forget she had snacks at all. Furthermore, she'd failed to bring a mundane timepiece in her kit of magical tools, and the underground gave no indication of how far the day had progressed while her gaze was glued to the crystal ball.

Twilight thought it prudent to check how much time had passed, reluctant only because it meant an unassisted climb up the stairs while pregnant with a pair of heavy foals. She still not dared risk a teleport, not when combined with unknown magic. Teleporting required exact knowledge of what was transporting. An unresolved, unstable magical effect could muddle things up so that not everything arrived at the destination, or in the wrong order. She'd take the stairs.

Twilight spared a little time for cleanup, though her belongings were mostly staying behind with the mirror. The chamber had seen a thousand years still standing, so it must be safe enough for a few days. With her horn, she gathered her latest notes into a single satchel, and she turned her eyes to the mirror. There was a little less mystical wonder when the reflections matched, even though the librarian knew she wasn't in her true form. But it was still a sight to see, and her gaze lingered at the reflected unicorn so changed by pregnancy. A fanciful thought made her grin, and she said to the mirror, "It's too bad I can't go out like this without everypony noticing." She didn't notice the gust of air as she turned to the exit.

Smoozebuck.

Twilight lie on her back, looking up at the late afternoon sky. Not as late as she feared it would be, but she had another worry. Her counterspell hadn't worked. She'd drug her poor, bloated body out of the depths with the promise of a little relief from pregnancy, however bittersweet the parting, but her counterspell hadn't worked. For all the unicorn's knowledge, she could no longer find the minuscule separation that split her real and imagined selves. She must have been down there too long. The magic must have mutated. It had passed beyond her lone ability to detect. Her mind raced with the likely possibilities, but the movement of her false foals made it hard not to harbor the fear that this all had become a little too real.

"How much would that suck..." Twilight grumbled, distracting herself from her difficulties. "Pregnancy. Foals. None of the fun of getting there..."

Her compressed lungs made it hard to keep up with her rant, but drained by the hike up from the mirror chamber, it would have been harder to get up. So she kept ranting, "...no, no nice big stallion, aching to fill me up! No massive male to nail me to the bucking wall! No uncertainty! No tests! No growing! No giant warhorse to ride! No sexy stud to s~"

Twilight's mind intervened when her own ears detected the shrillness of her voice, prompting her into an embarrassed silence.

Good grief, she thought, this unicorn is horny.

Was that just Twilight's own unique proclivities, or was the enchantment having an effect as well? More than likely it was both. What shreds of her brain remaining rational gently reminded her that it was still just an illusion, however lifelike. There were none of the signs of spellcraft in the forbidden arts. This was all well in hoof for the apprentice of the Sun Princess, and all she really needed was a few more tools. Tools that were, unfortunately, still back at the library.

Twilight cursed her overconfidence. She could have easily brought a magic lens or an identification scroll or something that would give her the edge against this enchantment, but after only a single dispellation, she thought she wouldn't need it. And now she had to figure out how she was going to get back to the library in her current state...

Trying to reason away the ache in her legs, Twilight set off at pace for the edge of Ponyville, willing her momentum forward. She thought she knew what fatigue was until she had to drag herself through the forest carrying what seemed to be oversized foals. But even though she felt thoroughly and utterly exhausted, the librarian found a stride where each successive step seemed no more difficult than the last. It was, she supposed, perfectly logical to expect pony biology to adapt to carrying heavy loads long distances. While hardly easy, she knew she could keep going. It could actually be quite pleasant to just amble along through the woods.

Twilight considered heading to Fluttershy's to wallow while she sent the pegasus to the library for the tools she'd need to undo her enchantment. Fluttershy already knew about the mirror, so it wouldn't be quite the disaster of having to explain herself. But with the option open to sneak back to the library without anyone knowing of her mistake, the purple abyss of self-esteem had chosen stealth over convenience.

Ponyville was not a densely populated city. It boasted no close knit buildings, no paved streets with ample lighting, and the night life was confined to whatever domicile Pinkie Pie was occupying that evening. Sweet Apple Acres butted up right against the edge of the Everfree and covered Ponyville in two cardinal directions. The acreage of the farm exceeded that of the town itself, hill after hill of orchards stretching far enough to obscure even the spires of the town hall. For miles, there was nothing to disturb a pony but the tweeting of the birds and the wind in the apple trees. It would be foal's play to creep back in to town without notice. Keep to the orchards, duck behind a few buildings, and she'd be home.

But, of course, Twilight Sparkle had forgotten that she was Twilight Sparkle, and odd coincidence dogged her like a hoof fungus. In all that empty space, across the entire countryside, who should there be plodding along on the exact path Twilight had chosen for her secret trek back to the library? From the same direction Twilight Sparkle was headed, Applejack and Big McIntosh trotted down the dirt path.

Neither sibling was in a rush, but neither were the lanky Earth ponies any variety of slow. The pair undoubtedly had work to get to, and neither was likely to dawdle. The winding road and tree cover let them approach far too close before Twilight realized their presence, and she did the only thing she could think of to escape. The unicorn threw herself, pregnant bulk and all, into a copse of apple trees and shrubs. Her weight snapped branches and rustled leaves. Her shape got her stuck more than once. Her short legs left her struggling to right herself after the panicked leap. The unicorn was still trying to hide and making far too much noise to actually stay hidden when Applejack drawled, "Now what in the hay are you doin', Twalight?"

Twilight's mind scrambled to find something to explain what she was doing. She hadn't entirely hidden herself, and didn't know if Applejack required the entire explanation. The orange Earth pony looked annoyed but unsurprised below the rim of her Stetson. Big Mac loomed behind her, his face full of its usual impassivity.

Twilight wouldn't be able to fool the two apple farmers about some concern for the trees, nor would they approve of a spur of the moment experiment on their primary crop. The no-nonsense siblings would sniff out a lie, to be sure. She stammered some gibberish at the pair, starting, stopping, and starting again with the entire thesis of the magic mirror, but Applejack saved her the dissertation. "Ya'll feeling that nestin' instinct?"

Twilight blinked, her already derailed thoughts screeching to a halt. "W... What?"

Applejack shook her head, grinning casually, "T'ain't nothin' to be ashamed of, really. Auntie Turnover went crazier than a march hare ev'ry time she was pregnant, ain't that right, Mac?"

Twilight puffed the first syllable of "pregnant", while Mac gave his signature "Eyup."

Applejack offered Twilight a hoof out of the brambles, her strength untaxed as she hauled the pregnant unicorn up to the path. "Figure any little pony pregnant as you would go just a little crazy, but you prob'ly don't need me tellin' you that this ain't a good place for foalin'.

Twilight took a long look at Applejack, staring up into the mare's kindly, if bemused face. "I... I suppose not," she replied weakly.

"No fuss," Applejack responded with a shrug, now seemingly having fun. "We didn't pop nothin' did we? Y'all right?"

Twilight looked over and up at McIntosh, searching for some indication of what was going on. The handsome stallion remained thoroughly unreadable. "No, no, Applejack," she assured, herself as much as the other two, "I'm... We're all okay. I was just out... trying to stretch my legs."

Applejack nodded, as if Twilight had just imparted sage advice, "Prob'ly a good idea, a'fore the time comes. 'Til then, stay safe. Mac and I need to get back to it," the orange pony went on, punctuated by another "Eyup." from her brother.

Applejack turned and resumed her trot without a second glance. Mac did spare a glance, and a deeply rooted, "Bye." that left Twilight's cheeks burning in an altogether different way than a pregnant hike and death by embarrassment.

I want that stallion to do things to me, her baser instincts urged.

Twilight plodded on, deep in thought. Productive thought. Not horseplay with a red clydesdale. Nope. Nuh-uh. She had to reserve ample attention for the path in front of her, however, far too large to ignore her surroundings. Any trip or stumble would be exaggerated by her heavy, bulbous stomach, no matter how sturdy her four equine legs were.

The illusion was seriously testing her estimation of the mirror's power. Her "foals" kicked and fought for space within her cramped womb, and she could feel every bump inside and out, even growing in intensity as her hunger increased. The Apples acted like it was the most normal thing in the world to see Ponyville's librarian blown up like a blimp. Again and again, she had to remind herself that this was only a false image, however expertly crafted. Manipulating life, changing fates, and warping reality all left undeniable signs, however a pony tried to hide them. The only magic so naturally capable of hiding itself was illusion magic.

"Oh..." Twilight involuntarily halted to shove her hoof in her face, "Big giant DUH. A glamour..."

Given all of the other wonders the mirror had performed, it would have been odd to be incapable of a glamour. But now that Twilight had realized it, she knew exactly why her counterspell wasn't working. Layer upon layer of misdirection, powerful suggestion presenting a lie as the truth, probably a bit of her own desires and denials, all culminating in a perfect disguise. It is what she had asked for, wasn't it?

Applejack and Big Mac had taken one look at her ludicrously pregnant body and been ensorceled. The swollen, overdue unicorn in their sight was the truth of it, and their minds and the magic of the glamour had filled in the rest around it. Unless put to rigorous examination, they wouldn't have any suspicion Twilight hadn't been pregnant at all a few hours ago. And likely as not, they'd forget everything strange about the encounter. What must they have thought of her in that moment?

Twilight knew deep down that glamours weren't typically a nice thing to do to a pony. The Morals of Magic had hammered that lesson time and time again in magic kindergarten. Outside of entertainment, it was a just a fancy way to lie. Lying was all the more abhorrent when you did it to the Element of Honesty! But what could she have done? She hadn't set out to fool the Apple siblings into believing she was the most fertile thing to ever grace their farm.

On the other hoof, the glamour did negate the need for stealth. Twilight estimated she could still make the circuitous route she had planned to avoid detection, but she'd already been found out and wasn't out to test her endurance. She was hungry, tired, sore, and just wanted to get her pregnant plot home. A pony or two spying her farcical maternity would be an ultimately harmless amusement.

Abuse of Homophones for Fun and Profit

Twilight Sparkle had come to enjoy living in Ponyville. The close-knit community, hailed as one of the friendliest cities in Equestria, had taught her more about herself in a few years than the nearly twenty she'd spent growing up in Canterlot. The easy familiarity even for strangers was potent enough to power a wellspring of matchless magic and conquer the hearts of ancient evils. It had wormed its way into her own psyche, and she'd grown to know and love nearly every pony in town in one way or another, and her closest friends even more dearly. Her worries and stresses, however imposing, seemed just a little less insurmountable when she could call Ponyville home.
There was one dark corner of her soul, however, that knew the truth. The ponies of Ponyville were stupid, selfish, and forgetful. They abused the privileges afforded to them and thought nothing of dodging their sacred responsibilities. Their incompetence could only lead to chaos and ruin, the death of all the good in the world. They would ignorantly soak in their sins as Equestria crumbled around them.

The ponies of Ponyville never returned their books on time.

As a Librarian, Twilight Sparkle could not forgive that taboo. It irked and grated upon her, seeing ponies browsing the books, her books, when she well knew they still held a debt to the library. She felt a deep, spiritual pain when those same ponies would scoff or whimper or yell when told that they would have to square their accounts. A white hot ball of anger formed whenever they'd grumble and hem and haw about losing, losing, this book or that, and they'd look for it later, but needed to check out another right now.

Twilight had heard all the excuses. The library had been vacant for years, with no rules in place. The honor system was the right system for the right and honorable ponies of Ponyville. The books were old. The books were worn. My dog ate it. My husband ate it. A phoenix set it on fire. I lost it in the river. I was out of toilet paper. What's the big deal? Couldn't she just get more?

Ponyville's sole exception to this debauchery, its light in the darkness, was Pinkie Pie. Her pancreas did the Can-can whenever her library books needed returning, apparently.

No more. Twilight Sparkle knew that if she kept using a soft hoof, the ponies of Ponyville would never take their solemn duties seriously. But, she also determined, she was going to have fun with it.

Overdue.

There was a word to stoke the anger of any Librarian worth their salt. It certainly tweaked Twilight's bookish sensibilities in just the wrong way. But due to the incomprehensible wonders of language, it held more than one meaning. It tweaked Twilight's kinky sensibilities in an entirely different way.

The former meaning, of course, was simply the state of any book held past its required return to the library. An overdue book played havoc with the library's inventory and its availability to the public. Too many lost books, too many empty shelves, and a library could face closure. To Twilight Sparkle, it was the undeniable stench of failure.

The later meaning was a mare in an advanced state of pregnancy, her foal or foals grown enough to survive the outside world, but for whatever reason hadn't made their entrance. It tended to me no more than an annoyance for some mothers, tired of the process and eager to see their newborn colt or filly. To Twilight Sparkle, it was one of the pinnacles of a mare's attractiveness, delicious in all the major bodily changes and delightful sexual undertones. A certain sense of danger, that it could all come to an end at any time, added to the quandary that it somehow kept going, made a heady mixture for the unicorn's mind to digest.

There wasn't much use in highlighting the double meaning, but Twilight, in addition to being a librarian and a pervert, was also a wizard. Magic could be very sterile, clinical, and even logical on one hoof, with structure, language, and concrete cause and effect. One the other hoof, magic was clever, sneaking, and surprising, with applications and effects that seemed nonsensical and contrary until a pony discovered just what absurd rules it labored under.

It could be as mundane as substituting one word for another...

Rarity
Duchess & Dalliance: The Vamponies of East Riding
9 Days Overdue

Rarity was having a hell of a day. She was having a hell of a week. Orders for dresses kept coming in from Canterlot and Manehattan, and world of mouth seems to have garnered an interest from Las Pegasus as well. It was too good to be true, if only she could keep up. She viewed putting her customers on backorder as tantamount to a death sentence. Fashion could change faster than the seasons, and she was a unicorn who wanted to be avante garde, not merely contemporary. So, she kept working.
The fashionista thought she could rest when she finally had her foal. Maternity leave was a better excuse to take a break from the grind than demand outstripping supply. The only problem with that, though, was the foal herself. The little filly seemed stubbornly stuck in place, and had been for the last week. Nine days, Rarity reminded herself. A grand total of nine days since her due date, with nothing to show for it besides the puffed marshmallow she'd become. Every day just a little bit bigger. Every day her white coat just a little more pink as her poor stomach stretched. And every day, her mane and tail seemed to curl more tightly, defying all attempts at style. It seemed like the pregnancy had just flown by, without even time to plan a maternity line, but now every minute she was still pregnant seemed to drag on without end.
Rarity just felt too big. Small mercy that she only carried a single, but it was a big filly that had worn out its welcome. Her entire body felt pinched, pulled, and ready to blow, but somehow just never got around to doing it. She was tired, sore, angry, horny, hungry and wanted to cry. Some of the feelings came from obvious places, others from nowhere.
She wanted nothing more than to curl up in her bed, finally finish the book she'd been reading, and eat a whole tub of ice cream. Maybe by then, her pregnancy would get on with it. But with collection of unfinished clothing still strewn about her workshop, Rarity thought it could wait until later. There wasn't a lot she could do either way. So, she kept working.

Rainbow Dash
Daring Do: The Overmind's Crown
The Daring Do Trivia Companion
23 Days Overdue

Rainbow Dash could still fly. They'd have to cut her wings off to stop her from flying. But she handled about as well as a derailed Pony Express freightcar with a bumper crop from Sweet Apple Acres. It didn't at all stop her from doing her duty as a weatherpony, but it did change "in 10 second flat" into "when it gets done." Nurse Redheart had warned her about strenuous activity, but maintaining the weather was hardly strenuous for the best weatherpony in Equestria. In any case, it didn't seem like it was having any effect at all. She'd been waiting to see her awesome foals for an extra three weeks, but both of those oversized colts were still content to float around her belly like they owned the place. And every day, she felt a little larger. So while she could still fly, she more often reclined.
Being a pegasus brought with it one essential ability. Dash could reshape the clouds into anything she needed. Forming a perfect place to lay from fluffy, formless cumulus was a significant relief for a small pony far more pregnant than she had any business being. That relief had its limits, especially for a stuntmare that prized agility and speed. She was getting more than a little bored, but not even the odd loop-de-loop seemed to bring her closer to popping out her little ponies.
Dash rubbed her stomach, drum tight skin under the thin cyan coat, her hooves finding the odd bumps within the oblong sphere signifying a leg, a wing, or a head of her colts. "Come on, little dudes. Give mommy a break, okay?" she whined, feeling them kicking back after being disturbed. "I am just as awesome on the outside. So. Get. Out. Of. Mommy!" Tired desperation gave an edge to the plea, but Dash only received more kicks in response. They were staying.
Dash sighed and endeavored to nap despite the commotion in her midsection. She'd finish that Daring Do book if she could remember where she'd left it, but she was too big to feel like looking for it, and Twilight wasn't going to let her borrow something else...

Fluttershy
Duchess & Dalliance: The Mareseilles Menagerie
Flying Fit: A Pegasus Workout
27 Days Overdue

Applejack
A Guide to Jigs with Cedar Chip
2 Days Overdue

Fluttershy bit into her daisy sandwich with ravenous gusto. She could remember trying so hard to watch what she ate along with daily routines to keep herself in shape. Now, she could barely eat enough to stay full, and the only shape her body could manage was round. Her twin foals, and thus, their mother, were constantly hungry. But finishing the daisy sandwich didn't bring relief, just an uncomfortable fullness. The foals had grown so big that they were crowding Fluttershy's stomach, leaving little room for more food, no matter how hungry any of the trio was. The feeling would pass, and the starving mare would no doubt send in another sandwich.
Fluttershy was big. "Stupid big" as Rainbow Dash had said, though admitted that she was well on her way to being stupider and bigger herself. But where the size and its restrictions frustrated Dash, Fluttershy, actually, loved it. In a sense, she was the center of attention, and that would normally have sent the shy mare hiding behind the nearest tree. But in another sense, she wasn't the focus, her foals were. That slight shift made all the difference, and the mother-to-be would drink in the praise, amazement, disbelief, and all the other attention given to her gargantuan stomach and babies.
She wasn't at all bothered by her passing due date, nor the added size she accrued little by little as the days wore on. It was slightly concerning that she was still pregnant almost 4 weeks later, but Fluttershy was still enjoying every uncomfortable minute.
"Shoot," Applejack swore, shaking her head. "Ah fig're Redheart just ain't got our due dates right." The earth pony was just newly minted "overdue", but didn't seem convinced. She had a sizeable bump, plainly in an advanced state of pregnancy, but was adamant that she should be bigger. More visibly, the farmer's blonde mane and tail could have doubled in length from before, and she had them stuffed into messy, looping ponytails. "Prob'ly just run ragged. Seems like e'ry mare in Ponyville got all twitterpated at exactly the same time."
Applejack couldn't be far from the truth. The pair's waitress, a light blue Earth pony by the name of Dewdrop Plop had her own heavy, overstuffed belly, and did her level best to keep up with all the other hungry, pregnant customers at the Cafe Hay. Fluttershy had invited Applejack out to lunch to "celebrate", but was also using it as an excuse to chow down on food she didn't have to prepare herself. The yellow mare just nodded along, finding things to stuff into her mouth as fast as she could find the room.
Applejack had barely been affected by her own pregnancy, unlike Dash or Fluttershy herself, but always talked like she was disappointed it hadn't. "Ah fig're," the farmer continued, "Ah got at least another month. Ah dunno if'n you've got another month, but your due date just plain weren't right. Big as ya'll are, no sign o' birthin'?"
Fluttershy smiled and shook her head, pleased to inform anypony who asked how her pregnancy was progressing. "No, nothing yet," she said, standing slowly with a grunt, to let Applejack see her full profile. As tall and lanky as the Pegasus was, she couldn't help but be bulbous with an enormous colt and filly in her womb. Her wings couldn't find a good place to stay folded, the way her middle swelled out to the sides, and there was a constant, unconscious effort to realign them. "Twenty seven days, today, or... whenever you think..." she added, eager to divulge, but nevertheless more comfortable deferring.
Applejack whistled, "Well, lookin' good, Shy." She followed with a shrug, "Ah really couldn't tell ya. As long as y'all're doin' okay, best just to let things happen naturally. Ah'm just chewin' hay and spinnin' yarn 'til this little Apple's done bakin'."

Cheerilee
The Red Charger: Apple of My Eye - Book 2
Nice & Apple Spice: An Appleloosan Tale of Love
15 Days Overdue

Cheerilee plodded slowly into the library, gently opening the bottom half of the entrance door, and guiding her broad width through. She shut it behind her with just as much care. She was tired. The feeling rattled her very bones. But she needed to set a good example for her students, even when none of them were watching. Managing the excitable colts and fillies at the schoolhouse all day was one reason she was so very tired. The other was pair of colts she couldn't get rid of at the end of the day. They stuck with her, roughhousing without care inside her stomach, and blowing up their mother to the size of a schoolhouse. She was almost surprised she was still standing, at the same time wondering how she was still teaching a full day of classes. She'd been too big 15 days ago, and she's only gotten bigger since then, like her stubborn foals were ignoring the bell to recess. Her substitute also had the temerity to have gotten herself pregnant, so it was going to be a headache no matter how the situation played out.

Twilight Sparkle watched Cheerilee enter with deep interest. The schoolmare was overdue with twins, Twilight knew, because she had the library slips to prove it. Two overdue books translated into two overdue foals. She delighted in watching Cheerilee's swollen, burgundy belly sway with each of the mare's steps, and the exhausted grin given to her in greeting. Twilight noted, however, that Cheerilee had not brought any books to return.
The librarian could at least sympathize with Cheerilee's tastes. Big Mcintosh. Even if she wasn't in love with the stallion himself, she was at least in love with the idea of him. It didn't help that the Apple family was historically famous for turning out the largest, strongest, handsomest, and most virile stallions in Equestria. A hulking Apple was a suitor in many a bodice-ripping romance or hero of a fantasy adventure. A pony might be forgiven for thinking that the stories got exaggerated with each retelling, until they saw Mac himself and realized the stories were doing him a disservice.
The sympathies had to end there, Twilight thought. The schoolmare, of all ponies, should know to return her books on time.

Cheerilee filed up beside Twilight, spreading out her hooves to find a comfortable stance for her weight. The librarian returned a smile even before she'd said anything, "Hey, Twilight. How are you tonight?" she asked, her own smile tested by the colts tumbling in her cramped stomach.
The unicorn's eyes shifted to Cheerilee's stomach and back, "I'm doing well. How are you? You're still.... pregnant, I see," Twilight answered back awkwardly.
Cheerilee knew the Canterlot transplant wasn't the most social butterfly and had long come to accept her demeanor in these situations. And she was still very pregnant. The topic would force itself up one way or another. "I'm doing all right. Surviving. I know all about molding young ponies, so I thought I'd take my time with these two," she added with a strained giggle.
Twilight giggled back, which made Cheerilee feel better. "That is a good way to look at it," Twilight responded, her eyes shifting back to Cheerilee's middle, her cheeks flushed, "Looks like... looks like you're building them big..."
Cheerilee surprised herself by barking a laugh, then let the rest out gradually, "Oh.... you see that, do you? Go big or go home. I've been saying that since I was on the cheer squad!"
Twilight's eyes shifted away from Cheerilee entirely, and she stammered, "Well, it's a good... it looks... uh.... you look good."

What am I doing?
Twilight did have to ask herself that several times, her thoughts interrupted by a massively pregnant Cheerilee, skirt and pom poms, jumping frantically on the sidelines of her brain.
Just being friendly? Flirting? I don't think I've gotten to flirting yet. Should I be flirting?
It wasn't the first time she'd had this argument with herself since she'd started using her enchanted "OVERDUE" stamp. She wanted to inflict some kind of punishment on the perennially late ponies of Ponyville, and have some fun doing it, but she was having entirely too much fun.
It was unendurably exciting to see just how the glamour she'd placed on each overdue mare made them think about their predicament. The interplay of Ponyville's cursed dams as they reacted to one anothers' pregnancies was as fascinating as the triumphant spellcraft she'd weaved to make it happen. The daily recognition that those mares' bellies had grown just a little bit bigger, a little bit heavier. The constant conversation telling her just how pregnant they'd gotten. The humble, happy, and sometimes downright gleeful acceptance of their predicament.
Twilight's gaze was lured back to the bountiful Cheerilee, her deep purple cheeks still pulled into a goofy grin of laughter. Out of a million thoughts, her mouth managed to pull in only the most embarrassing, "You look great big... pregnant. I mean... you look great all... big and pregnant like that..."
Stop it.
"What.... what can I do for you?" Twilight resumed, but knew she'd given way too much away with the deepening amusement on Cheerilee's face.

Oh my, Cheerilee thought, stifling the fit of giggles threatening to break out.
Someone has a thing. A fine time for it in Ponyville, most definitely. Or if not that, some librarian is deeply jealous that's she's been left out. She didn't want to tease the poor mare. That kind of information was hard for any pony to reveal, not least of all a notorious shut-in, an not accidentally. But that made it no less amusing.
Cheerilee tamped down on her sense of humor, cleared her voice, and stated her original reason for coming to the library. "Twilight, can I get another book?"
Before Twilight could answer, the teacher interrupted, "I know, I've already got two books out, but I want something to read until the foals get here. As... uhm... great, big and pregnant... as I am, I really can't turn my house upside down looking for lost books."
Twilight looked torn, but Cheerilee powered through as if Twilight were a student failing to spell a word correctly, "I know, why don't you come back to my place and give me some help..."

Author's Note

1) This isn't exactly canon, even for a smutty fanfic about small magical talking horses. It is the direction I was planning to take things, but the little prompts I had seemed to fit together well enough to make a chapter. Better than writer's block.
2) In the event I expand any of them, they may not occur at the same time, or in the same order. It may not even be Cheerilee! She just fit well.
3) This is the same Twilight that brainwashed an entire town to want her ratty old doll for a homework assignment, and was powerful enough to both accidentally alter her friends' fate and fix it after she realized her mistake. This does not make you an Alicorn, just psychotically insane on one level or another.

Figment: Puffed Marshmallow

Rarity groaned and tried to concentrate on sewing. The unicorn's head was stuck in a cloud and every thought flitted away like mist in the wind. Her vision refused to focus, but that was due to the tears welling up her blue eyes. She didn't want to cry, but the urge was growing. She snuffled and dripped from her white nose as she tried to hold back the deluge, vainly attempting to keep her stitchwork consistent. Even her horn and magical field felt watery, robbing her of all confidence in a neat seam on the dress she was designing.

That was just one feeling roaring through the purple-maned pony. She could barely keep her eyes open to begin with, she was so tired. Yet she knew if she were to lie down, sleep would elude her.

She was hungry, always hungry, and her appetite for sugar had grown beyond all good sense and reason. She couldn't eat that way, even in the best of times.

She was sore, aching down to her very bones. It didn't matter what pose or position she tried, something was going to hurt.

She was pregnant, monstrously enormous with twin foals. Foals that never stopped kicking.

Unable to contain herself any longer, the tears began to flow freely. Her magic sputtered and died, the needle and thread, held so delicately, suddenly falling to the floor. With a heavy thud, her plot joined the needle on the floor, as the unicorn began bawling into her hooves. Knowing that her mascara was ruined made it all the worse. And, she thought in the depths of her despair, it didn't matter how much makeup she applied when her white coat couldn't hide her puffy pink cheeks.

She wailed and moaned, trying to suck in great lungfuls of air, but cut off every time by the limits of space in her abdomen. Her foals rested right up against her ribs, strangling every breath with their weight. When they weren't just kicking her directly. Which they were.

Twilight Sparkle teleported down to Rarity's workshop from the loft. She'd been reading, but the sound of her wife's distress set her to panic. "Rarity! Is it time?" she asked as she emerged in a pop of magic. But quickly surveying the scene, she knew that this was not the case. It was not the pained sounds of labor, but the droning sounds of drama.

Rarity choked and shook her head, tears streaming down her face, trickling onto her tight, pregnant stomach. Like her cheeks, it too had a pink tint where her white coat couldn't quite hide all of the blood supplying her overpacked womb. "No! Twilight! I'm still... still... pregnant!" she sobbed, struggling for breath, "I can't do... this! I'm not going.... to be ready!"

Twilight calmly took her partner into a hug, laying her purple body against Rarity's white. She said nothing. She was no stranger to these outbursts. She kissed Rarity's neck softly and stroked her purple hair, drawing out the long curl and letting it snap back into shape.

Rarity's intensity lessened, but she still couldn't prevent the tears from flowing. "I didn't.... I didn't think it would be this hard. I thought.... I'd have everything ready. I didn't know I was going to get this big!"

Twilight maintained her silence. She knew very well she wouldn't help matters if she mentioned Rarity had made the exact same complaint more than four months ago, before she had even decided to put on a maternity fashion show. While it was true that her wife had grown enormously since then, had the fashionista somehow expected to not get any bigger? She had to smile and nuzzle in closer to her lover, though. Carefully laid plans going awry was a condition they were both very familiar with.

Rarity's eyes refused to cease their leaking, bloodshot veins shooting through her eyewhites, adding to her overall pink complexion. Her breathing slowed, relaxed by Twilight's gentle presence, but she blubbered on. "I still have five dresses to finish, and the show is only a week away! I've already lost one model to early labor, and I'll have to take a whole new set of measurements on another..."

"What if it happens again? What if it happens to ME? What if it DOESN'T happen to me and I'm still this gross, overpuffed marshmallow!"

With Rarity back to something resembling coherence, Twilight adjusted her position, setting herself behind her wife, wrapping her forehooves around the white mare's chest above the rounded stomach. She cooed softly, nestling her nose into Rarity's curls. "It'll all work out. I can help. We can get more if you need it. You're not due for another month yet, and even if you are early, I think ponies are going to understand exactly why you needed to step down."

Rarity nodded, but kept a whine in the back of her throat. "Oh, Twilight, darling... why did I even agree to all this?"

The purple mare answered with a giggle and punctuated with another tender kiss to Rarity's neck, "A chance for the sexiest, best-dressed mother-to-be in Equestria to show off?"

Rarity paused to consider the compliment, bringing her forehooves atop her stomach. "I just didn't picture it quite like this when I volunteered to carry. I imagined something quite more... manageable. You've seen the models."

Twilight's hooves joined Rarity's on her white, pregnant stomach, tightening her hug to give her short legs more reach. "I haven't been looking at them."

Rarity knew exactly when Twilight was trying to break down her walls, to distract her from her own misery. Flattery was one of her well understood weaknesses. But she felt she had a point to make and pressed on. "Some of them are less than half my size! Even with her twins, Mercury Bubbles isn't nearly so big. I thought I'd be sleek. Instead, I'm... spherical."

Twilight enjoyed these little rants, coming more and more often the bigger Rarity became. With her size, her wife might have reasonably expected to show very little during her pregnancy, but the foals came in twos and they came big. She could feel them kicking at the outside of Rarity's stomach, no less worked up than their mother. "There's nothing bad about that. Being obvious can be just as good as being mysterious." she assured, recalling some fashions that attempted to hide a pregnancy altogether.

Rarity sighed, her distress ebbing as quickly as it had come, leaving her only tired, hungry, and sore. "My stomach, my breasts, my thighs, my cheeks, my hooves, even my horn! Everything is swollen and bloated!" she whined, but more just to keep up appearances. Her heart was no longer in the tirade, especially when Twilight turned her head to lock their lips, tapping horns.

"Sexiest mother-to-be in Equestria, dressed or not," Twilight offered with a small laugh, tilting her head to wrestle Rarity's mouth from a different angle. Her purple hooves pressed and slid across the top of Rarity's stomach, as if to test the size and firmness.

Still on an emotional rollercoaster, Rarity's mood took a turn towards lust, and her still hazy memory nearly forgot about fashion design. If she hadn't been so dutiful, she'd give herself to the feeling, and to Twilight. But the entrepreneur in her had to protest, "Mmmm.... Twilight, darling.... I'm so busy..."

Twilight shook her head, another soft clack between their horns as she laid them together. "You've been at it all day... take a little break," she suggested, an additional kiss suggesting the kind of break she had in mind.

Rarity cursed inwardly, her pregnancy amplifying all of her many needs until they were painful. Her nose seized on Twilight's scent, her lips awash in Twilight's taste, their horns touching something almost metaphysical beyond the mere calcium and keratin. Her, their, foals so big and restless inside her. She needed Twilight. But Celestia's flaming tits, she was going to maintain some propriety. "Le-Let me get cleaned up..." she pleaded, wiping her ruined mascara on her hoof.

"Let's get cleaned up," Twilight agreed with a sultry stare.

The shower had barely had time to work up a steam. Rarity reclined upon a seat in the shower, her belly' size leaving precious little room for Twilight to join her in the stall, but the small purple unicorn was making the best of it. Without even giving the pregnant mare a chance to wash off her mess of makeup, Twilight had begun to kiss her forcefully, standing upright to reach over the arc of her stomach. Rarity thrived when taking control elsewhere, but in intimate moments she deeply enjoyed her partner in command. Twilight's intensity was intoxicating, not least of all the way her wife utterly adored her pregnant body.

Twilight pressed Rarity's head back with the pressure of her kiss, their purple manes tangling together as the water ran down over them. Her forehooves explored Rarity's oversized stomach, the tight, supple skin showing bright pink under the wet, white coat. And as her hooves drifted lower, they brushed across Rarity's swollen teats, slowing their caress. Rarity's breasts had been big and firm, and a source of pride for the fashionista. Now, with motherhood looming, they were so much bigger, hefty and fat. Altogether different from the white unicorn's tight stomach, the supple flesh squeezed and gave under Twilight's hoof, shifting this was and that. The purple unicorn engaged her magic, only to tease her wife's thick nipples.

Despite the hot water rushing over them, Rarity felt cold chills shoot up her spine. Her mouth couldn't form words, and an unbidden moan escaped from her throat. Wanton desire was twisting tighter within her, silently begging Twilight to give her more. As big and pregnant as she was, Rarity was almost helpless, and in exactly this situation, she loved it.

Twilight, of course, loved every inch of Rarity's body, ceasing her kisses to explore it with her tongue. First, she aimed higher, tasting the delicate swirl of Rarity's horn. As a mage, Twilight had the added advantage of being able to directly access and manipulate Rarity's magical field through the horn, mingling their auras, and sending sensations along to her partner.

Rarity was almost helpless, but not completely. She still had her telekinesis, finely skilled from years of needlework. She couldn't let Twilight's probing go completely unanswered, and sought to squeeze and pinch Twilight's purple teats in turn. Her wife's breasts were large, almost gigantic on the otherwise tiny unicorn, the very definition of a short stack. As their senses blended, Rarity was pleased to feel Twilight hesitating with distraction.

Twilight leaned heavily on Rarity, her legs wobbling. She steadied herself, dragging her tongue over the long circumference of Rarity's stomach. It wasn't quite the erogenous zone that Twilight had hoped it would be, but they both nevertheless enjoyed the attention given to it, and seeing her wife so swollen with foals scratched an indescribable itch deep within Twilight's psyche. But she eventually drifted lower, maneuvering herself beneath Rarity's stomach entirely, seizing one of Rarity's shower soaked teats in her mouth.

Rarity began to lose her agency, the spike of pleasure as Twilight pulled and suckled at her breast causing her own telekinesis to wane. Worse, while Twilight's mouth was now busy with her teats, the librarian's magic was still free. She could feel it now, teasing her clitoris, and a warmth of pressure growing within her, filling her like any stallion would. Her overpacked womb began to grow tighter, and she began to moan raggedly.

Twilight decided on getting a different taste of the mare she married. She let her tongue play along her lover's clit, tasting the heady musk of pregnant lust. She knew she was technically cheating, but what was the good of magic if you couldn't cheat reality. While she enjoyed the flavors on her tongue playing about her wife's nethers, her magic was doing the real work. Her telekinesis pulsed and vibrated within Rarity's vagina, slowly growing in intensity. Her magic kneaded and rolled Rarity's swollen tits. Her aura swirled around Rarity's sensitive horn. Their mingled spirits fed Rarity's pleasure back to her from it's reflection in Twilight.

What terrors have I unleashed?, came Rarity's only coherent thought. The warm shower was the only familiar sensation blunting the overwhelming pleasure Twilight Sparkle was forcing through her. Shrieking only syllables over and over in her ecstasy, she quivered and shook in climax, and that hot bitch she'd married kept her there, somehow knowing just the right way to bring her back to her heights if she fell. Her overgrown foals kicked, and that too kept her buzzing, until she was gasping, crying, and so utterly tired that she barely realized it was over. The magic was gone, but the feelings remained, gradually lessening and drifting throughout her being.

Twilight was back to Rarity's topside, one foreleg draped over the white pregnant stomach as it rose, fell, and shivered with Rarity's breath. The purple unicorn kissed the white softly, sublimely serene in the long, slow afterglow. "I love you, sexy mama," Twilight giggled.

Rarity nodded, managing only a long, slow, satisfied moan. She was never going to get anything done. And that might be okay...

Twilight Sparkle sipped black coffee and frowned at her latest masterpiece of literature, before banishing it to her Pocket Dimension of Unspeakable Secrets. The real thing would likely be better than any mangling of words the lewd librarian could commit to paper, but it was nice to dream.

Easier, too. She didn't think she had the courage to ask Rarity on a date. She didn't know how well they'd mesh as a couple. She was far ahead of herself planning for their foals.

Twilight took a longer draw of coffee, relishing the hot bitterness. And, she was pretty sure Rarity was straight.

Author's Note

My appeal for parole from Horny Jail has been denied due to bad behavior.

I hope you all enjoy. I fear the steamy sex scenes are clunky because I, like Twilight, think the reality is probably better than any words I can think of to describe it.

This has no proper place in the sequence of events, just one of those Figments of Twilight's.