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.