Bow Down Before The One You Serve

Sprout fidgeted in the hospital chair as he tried to read about some outdated news from some magazine he'd never head of. He wished he could fish out his phone and scroll through the internet, but it had been a whole hour and he didn't want to ask for the wireless password. He had already gotten some odd looks when he had walked up to the desk with Posey.

Most of the nurses thought it wasn't an ultrasound appointment the pair had set up. A few murmured amidst themselves while pointing and he quickly wondered if he shouldn't have come here. He smiled and quickly explained that no, it wasn't a swelling issue for him, it was for Posey- and then he loudly said she was his wife. He didn't care who knew. Canterlogic did.

Sprout felt Posey's hoof in his and he slid out of his memories and fell back into reality.

"So medical history of your parents?"

Sprout sighed. "Unsure about who exactly my mom chose so just say unknown. Just mention who my mom is on the form. Knowing Canterlogic's records, they'll fill in any uncertainty better than I could. How will you mention your. . ."

Posey hugged him close and sighed. "The whole halfbreed thing? I'm not going to hide it. And if they say something about the baby because of that, I'm going to jump over the table and throw hooves." She briefly smiled. "That was a joke. For now. And maybe if it was a decade ago- before we got together- I'd probably just try to hide it as much as possible. Wouldn't have worked since they would have all of my medical records, but the attempt to hide my past and try to mold myself into the perfect Canterlogic drone? It would have been there. . .I did that for years. Ate the same food as everypony, listened to the same things, slept the same. I even tried to follow fashion trends. You know how hard it was to cut my hair and not feel like I was losing a part of myself every time I looked in the mirror?"

Sprout lay his head on his mare's shoulder as he finished up the medical records for the visit. He shuffled on over and watched everypony stare him down in a mix of awe and envy. He grimaced his best smile for the front desk and ran through the gamut of questions about his prodigious package- with how ubiquitous the probing questions had become he had become quick to answer the most pressing concerns.

"No, its not cancer. It might be a magic thing. It's benign for the most part." He tried to answer each question the nurses had to the best of his ability and he glanced at Posey who just grinned at his slight discomfort. "Sorry ladies, I have to get back to my wife. And uh, have to prepare for a speech or two."

He ambled back to his seat. "So how did the examination go? Hopefully that isn't cancer." Posey placed a teasing hoof on his junk, the bra that held Sprout's package the only thing keeping her hoof placement civil. "Though its not like I know that isn't. I test it enough to be certain of that."

Sprout rolled his eyes. "I don't think its a good time or place to have sex."

Posey sighed and tapped a hoof. "I'm bored. And the pictures we took for your campaign posters gave me some ideas." She groaned as she felt a few kicks from her middle. "And the hormones from carrying your foal or foals? They kind of make me a sex crazed mare." She chuckled. "I mean more than usual."

Before Sprout could answer, the nurse called their names and hurried them into the back.

***

"I keep telling you it's not a joke." Izzy rolled her eyes as she handed out another risqué picture of Sprout to some random pony in Maretime Bay. "It's a campaign thing. And what better way to highlight Sprout's platform."

Primrose rolled her eyes. "It says 'I know how to plow fields.' while Sprout is in a farmer outfit. The white unicorn gingerly gave the flyer back to Izzy. "It's a bit overkill."

Izzy shrugged. "It gets ponies talking. Pipp came up with the general idea, I came up with the particulars."

Primrose ran a hoof through her mane in disgust as she flipped through the rest of the stack. "This one is just porn. 'I have a lot of balls to do this. Vote for me.' Seriously?"

Izzy tapped her hooves together. "I got stumped on the supposedly sexy photos. Not that they are all that different from the rest but, you know, I don't find them all that attractive. Now if it was something like what me and Sunny do on our free time, then sure. Hot. But stallion junk to me? Besides the silly size, I don't feel a tingle."

Primrose shook her head. "TMI."

Izzy hummed to herself as she sized up the white unicorn. "Too Many Icicles. That'd be a fun statue." The purple unicorn stared at the posters and back at Primrose and had a rather simple idea. "I think I have an idea. Not a big one but I was going to spend all day zipping and zooping through town on my scooter hanging these things up. And well, I think asking for help is a far more creative way to fix the issue."

"I'm not-"

"I mean everypony's probably busy and think about it. . .this is anti-Canterlogic propaganda. You and Windy would be perfect candidates in spreading my load of fun work around. And then we can go out and have smoothies. And if ponies ask you can just say you are planning out a painting or two."

Primrose crossed her hooves in thought. "That's incredibly devious of you."

Izzy beamed. "Sneaksy approved methods are often a bit sneaky. And finding creative ways in solving problems is my jam. Now I'll take the horny pics to the red light districts and surrounding areas. It'd be a lot simpler for me to act dumb when the fuzz asks. You and Windy can split the rest."

***

"I'm Doctor Ribbon and I had expected for a rather interesting case since the front desk kept mentioning you two but, well, I get why you stand out. Though don't worry, I'm highly professional and, being a unicorn, I got to see magical buildup first hoof. While its seemingly rare in non-unicorns, its not unheard of." The blue unicorn mare ran a hoof through her yellow and orange mane. "Now let's see, the pregnancy is seven months along?"

"Seven or eight. It's hard to figure out because we've had our minds on other things." Posey nervously kicked her hooves as she talked to the doctor, the reality of finally figuring out the number of foals her and Sprout would have naturally exciting and worrying the yellow mare.

"That's natural for first time parents. Now. . .let's see. . .going by the medical info you shared, I already know most of Mr. Cloverleaf's medical history. Well besides the storing of excess magical energy. That was to be expected, even Bridlewood's medical hospital had to deal with previously unknown things like that- since some unicorn magics run on beliefs and niceties it led to a lot of issues when unicorns complimented each other. You would be surprised what happens when you give complimentary unicorns body positive slogans. We ran out of wheelbarrows until we figured out a counterspell or three." The unicorn sighed. "Well, the mother info is left mostly blank."

Posey tapped her hooves together. "Well, I'm part pegasus. Don't look like it but it caused issues."

Ribbon facehoofed. "Didn't expect that. Though now I get why I might have been shuffled to this case. I wondered why my colleagues were tight-lipped about this. I thought it was just because it was dealing with one of your stature, Mr. Cloverleaf, not the misguided policies of the past. I should have figured." The unicorn placed a blue hoof in Posey's and looked at her directly. "It doesn't matter what your past was, I'll just have to check out the foals for every possible developmental abnormality and issue with focus on earth pony and pegasi development. Though I'll be thorough and throw in unicorn development as well. It's uncommon, but there have been written cases of a unicorn having earth pony and pegasi children in Bridlewood. Call it a mutation or an extremely recessive gene, but I like being sure of my patient's heath."

Posey and Sprout shared a look before Posey spoke up. "So should we be worried?"

Ribbon's demeanor shifted. "I won't say that it will be an easy time since every pregnancy is different and we aren't out of the woods, but you've passed the worst months with seemingly no issues. Getting through the first trimester is the hardest and you are right on the beginning of the third so, barring any bad complications in the lead up to delivery, I think you are mostly home free. Now do you want to see your foals?"

Sprout felt the squeeze of Posey's hoof in his. "Yes."

Ribbon smiled and quickly pulled out a gel. "This might feel odd."

"-and we have. . .let's see. Oh some of these foals have wings so it might take me a little to figure out what's connected to what." Ribbon's magic arced around her horn as she tried to focus the image on the screen. "One, two, three. . .four?" The doctor stared at the two of them for a brief moment and put her hooves together. "Not unheard of but then I have to run the calculations in my head for ideal weight to baby ratios a bit because well I thought you looked like you had two foals in there. Not double that."

"Four? How could I have four? I thought I'd only have maybe two." Posey flashed a hint of concern over her face before steeling her emotions behind a mental wall. "That's a bad thing. Am I going to explode or need surgery to get them out?" She was against marring her coat with a scar- she was unsure if Izzy or a unicorn had figured out magic to hide that yet- but she rather liked being alive and well and she had read enough about possible pregnancy complications to have a worry flitting about in her brain.

"It probably won't come to that. You just hold all of them rather well- somepony has been working her core muscles- so let's see. . .running the calculations here on my computer screen, plugging that into a nutrition calculator and voila! Looks like you are running on the underweight side for average. So just try to eat more and do less" She crossed her hooves. "I know you two probably can't keep your hooves off each other but you are getting to the point in the pregnancy where its the final trimester- and with how big you are now and how four foals is on the incredibly rare side. . .I'd say just stop having sex."

Sprout blinked. "But."

"Haven't forgot about you. But you two are cutting it close. I quote 'how many times do you have sex weekly?' You put fourteen plus. I'd be worried of premature dilation of her cervix and we'd have four large premies for our hospital ward. I can send you a Bridlewood solution for your package, Mr. Cloverleaf, but I'd say get creative on not having sex with your wife. Cause immediate pleasure is really fun but I want to limit her raucous activity to maybe work related matters and even then we can talk in the coming months for reassessing that."

Posey gripped onto Sprout's hoof and mouthed 'talk later'.

"So do we want to see the sex of your foals?"

Posey nodded.

***

Izzy skipped through Maretime Bay's Red Light District as she held the posters aloft in her magic. She was sort of disappointed that the buildings looked particularly normal. Sure there were a whole lot of bars and brothels and even what Pipp might term 'mares of the night' but if it was a Red Light District, she wanted the place to be red. It just looked like any other part of Maretime Bay just hornier. And not just cause there was a lot of unicorns so she blended in well.

She looked around for the Big Brother Ponies in this area and, finding none, she quickly slid into the closest bar she could find. She quickly glanced at the sign which told her it was open with its harsh neon lights and figured it was as good a place as any to give the posters away. She would have tried the ponies on the street but she had learned her lesson the first time she entered Maretime Bay- before she met Sunny and started her path onto adventure she went down this exciting street and almost got laid.

She wasn't trying that again. Especially since Sunny would be so very mad and anything a unicorn could do in the bedroom Sunny could outdo with little effort.

The door tinkled as she entered and a yellow earth pony mare looked up at her. She had a white diamond on the bridge of her nose and a light blue mane and, to Izzy, looked far too refined for this corner of the Bay. She almost looked like she could be a former member of The Dreamlands with how she carried herself. She looked up with a cool quick glance and pointed to the bar.

Izzy cantered over and sheepishly smiled as she put the stack of posters on the counter. The mare took one look at Sprout lounged against a chair, his crotch in full view and taking up most of the poster's real estate and rolled her eye.

"I ain't gonna be a part of your unicorn magic schemes. I already have a few Bridlewood magic types coming in and selling their magical ideas like snake oil salesponies and I don't need whatever this is. Though at least you seem to have picture proof of results. Most of your types have just a hope and a prayer that random potions and brews will work. Unless this is just photoshop." The mare took a closer look at the pictures and sighed. "Looks convincing enough. I mean I know the ins and outs of all that."

Izzy shook her head. "Uh, I'm not selling anything. See this is a political poster for my friend Sprout Cloverleaf and I thought I could just give these out or leave them here for the patrons to check out. I mean he's going to try to become the new head of Canterlogic and change a few things and, well, we thought a grass roots idea would work better than usual."

The mare took one look at the pile of abject smut and burst out laughing for a good thirty seconds before she finally got ahold of herself and wiped a tear from her eye with a hoof. "That's a hoot. I mean everypony in the Bay knows of lil' Sprout Cloverleaf and to think he actually got the balls to pull some wacky nonsense like this? Not to mention how ridiculous he looks in it?" The yellow mare grinned. "Now girlie, you gotta tell me what nonsense he's got up to and how you know him."

Izzy tapped her hooves together. "I think that might take a while. . .plus I don't want to take up your time. And I don't even know your name."

The mare cocked an eye at this strange purple unicorn. "It's Bubbles. Yes, yes, I know I work in a bar. Hardy, har, har. It's a fitting name and all that. But this bar is the best bar in all of the Bay. I call it 'The Brewed Joke'. Mostly cause I wanted to start a comedy club but a bar was far easier to run than dealing with up and coming comedians in a town that despised satire and comedy." She looked wistful for a second before turning to Izzy. "So tell me a drink you want to have and then we can start."

"i don't drink. Is there like non-alcoholic stuff?"

"It's a bar. We always have a non-alcoholic option. For the patrons that don't want to be sloshed by the end of the night."

Izzy thought for a moment. "I think I might have a Slippery Nipple. I mean that sounded fun when Zipp mentioned it in a list of silly alcohol related drinks.

"That's not a non-alcoholic drink."

Izzy thought for a moment and weighed her options. "I guess I only live once then. Gimme a couple."

***

". . .seems like, let's see. . .sometimes the machinery can read sex characteristics a bit wrong so take this with a grain of salt. Not to be worried but I've seen ponies think they were having all colts and, oops, out pops a filly or two. Makes preparing for the coming lifestyle change a bit difficult when you bought outfits that are the wrong color." Ribbon shook her head. "Doctor's advice. . .buy a neutral color for their baby things. Makes it far easier to deal with surprises. Ah, here we go. . ." the doctor smiled as the machine went in focus, her ministrations leaving the inside of Posey's womb a map of gray blobs that Sprout could not comprehend.

"Okay, so we have one foal sitting pretty, wings wrapped up like a blanket there. Seems like a filly. I mean I can't see any noticeable additions that make it entirely certain. Will have to keep an eye on that one anyway since pegasi wings tend to get tangled up in delivery, especially since you aren't technically a pegasi,"

"That's bad."

Ribbon shrugged. "It's concerning. I won't lie about that but with magic and patience I think we can deal with the delivery. Though if need be we might do invasive surgery. Not that I would want to but there's a reason why most ponies limits in foal bearing each time is three. It's a room issue."

Sprout and Posey shared a worried look.

"Doesn't mean we'll have to. Just an option if there's complications. And no, you will be able to still have foals. Anyways, looks like two earth pony colts right next to them. Pretty noticeable colts. And. . .oh that's interesting."

"What is?" Sprout could just barely see any change in the monitor.

"There's a unicorn filly in here. Which uh, doesn't usually happen. It's a long and winding process for something like this. Purely hypothetical in having all three races of ponies in one pregnancy. The combination of genetics and time make it possible and what with you 'little' magical predicament. . .it theoretically could happen."

"What are you saying?"

Doctor Ribbon tapped her hooves together. "Unicorns tend to be very genetically insular and all that and old unicorn texts show that its easier to have unicorns in high magic density pregnancies. Like a genetic aberration for non-unicorns, not in a bad way, just it should have just been maybe a pegasus and some earth pony foals. . .but the high concentration of magic you're radiating-"

"I don't think I'm that bad."

Ribbon facehoofed. "I turned off my Mage Sight the moment I walked in, Sprout, you are like so many mana receptive ponies- like a living battery of magical energy that you have to work off else it just builds up and up and up. You know. Like your off the scale anatomy. But back to the whole unicorn thing. Well it can happen that, during pregnancy, you just caused a unicorn to develop instead of the expected earth or pegasi morphology. You bathed it in enough magic that, well, poof."

"That's horrible."

"Sorry, sorry, wording. Still coming to terms with this." The doctor ran a hoof through her yellowish orange mane. "It's just that, well, unicorns like this are very special. It's not every day I see a possible future magical prodigy. Not to make you two worry, but there's been only a few mythical unicorns that Bridlewood scholars imagine a similar birthing process for. So its kind of like winning the foal lottery."

***

"And then I saw Sunny and I was like 'she's easily the hottest mare I've ever seen.' you know? Like whole package. But I guess I didn't have much time with mares my age in Bridlewood cause everypony thought I was odd. Not that I let them know but their looks and stuff did kind of hurt. But less about me. You wanted to know how I met Sprout. Well I hit on Sunny. Then Hitch and Sprout appeared cause I kept breaking out of silly traps and one thing led to another. I mean Sunny and I went on a magical soul searching adventure to Zephyr Heights and we sang a duet and we totally boinked. I mean we didn't bring a tent and Zephyr Heights was deceptively far and well we ended up in this spacious cave and I love cave exploring and. . .actually that makes sense why I am so attracted to mares." Izzy dreamily looked into the bottom of her glass and grinned.

"I was asking how y'all got all buddy buddy with Sprout, not your gay awakening."

"Oh yeah, well, let me just skip over the crystal stuff. Though I learned Sunny is fantastic at dancing. So win for me there. But you know a newly minted alicorn gets in Canterlogic's way and then Sprout has his whole meeting a mare and they just canoodle all over town. I mean not attracted to Sprout but he's packing as you can see right here." She lewdly pointed out the poster. "-but that's a new thing. But I'm great. . .acquaintances with Posey and seems like he was already packing. Then she was all hooves over herself about him- one thing led to another. . .a giant robot exploded. The usual. And now I'm here drinking fantastic booze while thinking of ways to pop over to Sunny's smoothie stand and give her a piece of my mind on how much she works. I mean we only get to do wacky bedroom magic like three times a week and I have more ideas and all that. Like you know how much money I secretly make as Sneaksy and she still wants to work like ninety hours a week?"

The bell above the bar's door rung and both mares looked at the newcomer. An orange stallion that Izzy knew far too well ambled in and sat down at the bar, his glum face focused on some issue that irked him, his hooves tapped slowly on the cedar counter and he glanced over at his waving bar patron and the color drained from his face for a moment.

"Hey, Hitch, I didn't think you'd ever be at a bar. Though to be honest I doubt you would see me here- but you know I really like the vibe of this bar and I was coming in to give out Sprout's pamphlets. Then one thing led to another and I really like this horny drink. What was it again, Buttons?"

"Slippery Nipples." The bartender sighed. At least Izzy was a happy drunk, she'd had to deal with enough unicorns that weren't and those few angry unicorns made her have the "baseball ball to the face of drunken unicorns" rule. Most unicorns had a terrible issue with being absolutely dangerous with magic the moment they got smashed. It led to them either being able to fling themselves through walls or reshape the laws of physics because it was funny. She decided to enforce a bat to the face the moment everything stopped tasting purple. "Please if you decide to do magic in my bar, I'm going to take you out."

Izzy wheezed out a laugh. "Funny, that's what Sunny Bunny says when I get really creative with spells. I mean the last time she said that I lost a wrestling match and that was impressive cause I had like so many tentacles. Good story that. But yeah this Purple Nurple is tasty."

"That's a different drink."

"Ooh, gimme one of those."

"Whiskey. Or maybe vodka. Something strong."

Izzy looked at Hitch. "What's got your law abiding self all in a tizzy?"

"Don't want to talk about it."

Izzy rolled her eyes and quickly grabbed her new purple drink and downed it in a quick gulp, the coconut and cranberry mixed drink made her pucker her lips as the new flavor hit. "Oh that's bitter? But Hitch, I have a whole degree in psychotherapy. And sparkleology. And magical studies. And vibes. I can help you deal with your problem. I mean Sunny is a whole neurosis wrapped in an enigma wrapped in alicorn magical powers stuffed in a horny puddle of goo and she's a useful member of society. Thanks in part to me. So safe space and let your bad vibes out."

Hitch tapped the counter for another glass of whiskey and quickly downed it. "I'm buzzed enough to handle you. Another and keep them coming cause I want to wake up tomorrow not remembering this. Especially that image of Sunny Izzy just planted in my head."

"It's your funeral." Buttons sighed. She pulled out the pail from under the counter and passed it to Hitch. "Just in case you start feeling your bad decisions coming back up, Lawboy."

"So what's all got Mr. Calm, Cool, and Collected all in a knot?"

Hitch rolled his eyes and grabbed one of Sprout's pictures. "This."

Izzy looked confused for a moment. "I mean I never would have pegged you as gay, Hitch, but I'll support it. Thought it has to be a bit awkward on Pipp's part since I know you two got intimate. Oh, is that why you're mad? Did you come in from telling Pipp about your secret feelings about Sprout and his ever more turgid member? How scandalous."

Hitch stared at Izzy in complete silence for a minute before faceplanting into the counter. "No. Earth no. Barkeep write a note down so I'll remember to tell Sunny later. Izzy is banned from romance movies. Cause that's not what I'm mad about. At all. What I'm mad about is that Sprout kind of stole my thing."

"Your thing?"

"The yearly calendars were my thing I got from Canterlogic. They said I was attractive and I kind of fell into their yearly fundraiser plan. Make some pics for the town, sell the pics, fund the Sheriff's Office. Simple. Convenient. And it worked so well for like an entire decade. I mean, sure, there were issues. I knew I was working for a company that valued genetic purity and earth pony superiority. I grew up in the Bay so I had tons of classes telling of every horrible thing unicorns and pegasi could do to us. But I liked being a sex symbol, sure it had issues, but it gave my life some purpose that wasn't just "perform law duties" and I like being the Sheriff. I do. But it was simple because the moment after you learn all permutations of the law code in case of emergency it just was putting that into practice and that's the simple part. You know how often Canterlogic updates the law codes here in town? Like once a decade. I needed a hobby outside of work."

"Hitch, what are you talking about?"

"What I'm talking about is that Sprout was so much simpler as my deputy when nopony thought he was conventionally attractive. But you say 'how can you complain? You have a perfect mane, shredded abs, and a paid off mortgage.' and I say yes I do but those took work. And Sprout didn't need to have that happen. The moment he bagged Posey all she would talk about his huge dick and I almost missed the times she would barge in and yell at me for inconsequential stuff. Then poof his junk swelled up. Then I lost my job."

"Okay, that last one isn't as connected to Sprout. . .but go off. Let it out."

"And Sprout has this like perfect life with a future family and I'm sitting here in the attic of Mane Melody rearranging Pipp's schedule because she's a workaholic and all the messages for her podcast have to do with our sex streams or if I knew Sprout's number. And then I get roped into taking pics of Sprout to spread all over town and I didn't say no because I'm a pony pleaser and I just. . .the calendar was my thing and now all I hear around town is that I'm old news. Am I old, Izzy? I'm like mid twenties. I'm not old am I?" He wiped away a tear. "Another drink."

Izzy shrugged. "Depends. I mean you're about the same age as Sunny and me. And Pipp is the youngest out of all of us. But that shouldn't matter all too much. But deep breath. And out. Good. Now Hitch, I think you are jealous."

Hitch crossed his hooves. "How can I be jealous? He doesn't even own his house. That's Posey's. And he has to use hair products for his mane. This is all natural. And his body fat percentage is probably like thirty ay least. How can I be jealous."

"Because he stole your hobby that it sounds like you put your heart and soul in. And possibly did it better. Though to be fair he kind of magicked his way into part of that. You can't compare with that and I'm not going to shoot you full of magic to make you compare. I may not look like it but I have a code of conduct with magic. While I would get a kick out of seeing how ridiculous that could be, I want Sunny to still enjoy my company and have free range boink privileges. So I have magical standards."

"Doesn't seem like it when I can hear what you and Sunny get up to in the Brighthouse."

Izzy sighed. "What a mare and another mare do in the privacy of their shared bedroom without soundproofing doesn't count. But all the wacky ancient magic and new ideas I test out on myself first. What better guinea pig than a pony I can trust. And I'm not gonna shoot Sunny full of unknown or unstable magic until I do it. Her alicorn biology makes simple spells work a little too well if you know what I mean. I mean the last time I shot her with magic, I made her like ten feet tall and that was kind of freaky cause it was mostly all legs cause her alicorn horn and wings are just magic. It was like having relations with a spider. Though the upside was that I could eat her out when she was standing up which was awesome."

Hitch gagged at the thought.

***

Sprout put his head in his hooves and slumped to the table in the pizza parlor. The pair of ponies had been silent on their way back from the hospital, the doctor's words echoing in their heads and the multiple brochures and pamphlets that explained nutrition and recommended calorie amounts. Most only went up to three foals so at the bottom of those lists, Doctor Ribbon had written a prospective calorie goal in red ink. Sprout had walked into String Cheese's Pizza Explosion and the orange pegasus had sighed and threw on a few of the more unhealthy pies because he had grown accustomed to the dead eyed stare that the red stallion had when certain news was just a little too much to take.

Posey broke the silence first since her stud of a husband was currently trying to become one with the table. "Sprout, this isn't your fault."

Sprout looked up in misery and sighed. "I mean its mostly my fault. I'm the one that is. . .how did the doctor put it? A magical anomaly? It sure sounds like it's almost all my fault. And I can see Canterlogic now running wild with this news. The prodigal son of the CEO in name- since you and I both know that Sweets runs the show behind closed doors- but her son raised on the propaganda that non-earth ponies are evil foal snatching menaces has two foals that aren't pure earth ponies. My candidacy run would probably be over in a flash."

Posey rolled her eyes. "And I'm technically half pegasi, though I don't look it. Canterlogic can just throw that at you instead. They know my medical history, you big dummy. What's the matter about having a few foals that aren't exactly up to Canterlogic code. Wouldn't my dashing husband probably see that as a concrete example that things can change? Or did I somehow marry a stallion that backs down from a fight?" She snaked a hoof under the table and placed it on his thigh. "I don't think that happened because I remember my wedding night. I also remember you having plans upon plans on what to do in most Canterlogic scenarios. The cute rimmed glasses you wore helped keep that clear in my memories. Surprised you didn't use those in your little picture session because they made you look all distinguished like a librarian. Like a sexy librarian ready to try out Pony Sutra stuff."

Sprout scoffed. "I didn't look that good, did I?" He quickly shook his head. "No. You're trying to make me slide past this issue- we don't fly. We don't use. . .unicorn magic." He whispered that last bit since he trusted the pizza shop to be a safe space for him and Posey to talk without having to trudge all the way back to their place. But he stared at the other tables and he wondered how many ponies worked at Canterlogic in a high enough position that they were designated mandatory gossip reporters. Or how many were bugged without their knowledge. It wasn't too far out of the realm of possibility- everypony had phones now. "How will we raise them? By forcing them to not fly? Making them wear leashes? What about the whole-" he mimed an explosion and sighed. "the poof? The teleportation or whatever Izzy calls it? You want to try to catch a toddler with unknowable magic powers that can break out of baby prisons like that?"

Posey smiled. It was a bit neurotic that he was already thinking of the worst case scenario for each of the foals already. She held in a chuckle at the idea that he had fully entered Dad Mode and she had a few ideas for the bedroom now with that in mind. But she breathed out and pushed down her hormonal feelings towards him and took his hoof in hers. "We can just ask all of Sunny's friends-" she caught herself since she realized that she begrudgingly counted Pipp as a friend. And then she ran through the list and discovered that, for most, she thought of them as friends, or friendly. At least all of them would be close acquaintances. Hitch and Izzy were the two exceptions since she still saw Hitch as The Long Hoof of the Boring Law and Izzy was a pain in her ass whenever she dealt with the insane mare. "Okay we can ask our friends. Pipp will probably freak out so we can either tell Zipp or be really really careful on her rules about telling the world. Oh and we aren't going to tell Izzy yet. I have no clue how she'd react."

Sprout ran a hoof through his beard in thought. "So. . .are we doing this?"

Posey frowned. "Well I'm not doing the alternatives. Seriously, I've been planning for at least two foals. I might not like the shocking news that I'm carrying four of these things in me, but I have a good nest egg, good budgeting skills, and somepony's amazing gift of pumping flowers with magical steroids gave me a massive windfall. You know how much easier it is when I don't always have to use a whole greenhouse in winter. That lets me save on rent costs outright, Your 'curse' is a massive blessing in my eyes." She leaned in and pulled him close enough so she could whisper in his ear as the ambient music drowned out her words from onlookers. "-and in the bedroom? Yeah I wouldn't change that for the world. Knowing you're all mine? It gets me feeling so many things. Maybe it's partially the hormones, but I would take you over this table and have everypony watch if I had my way-" Posey leaned back. "but I don't and well I have ideas on how to manage your predicament so I don't have to worry about you becoming even more ridiculous. . .though that could be fun at times, I'd rather have a baseline so I don't wake up and have you destroy our house. I've grown to like our house."

Sprout blushed. "It's not going to get that bad."

Posey raised an eyebrow. "It's magic. Do you know that it won't? Izzy and Sunny have a better grasp on that and even then I think she's as confused as we are when it comes to that. I blame her focus on the mares. Not that I'm judging her for it, she just has no idea how your problem works. So caution is good. I have contingencies of my own. You know what we did a few weeks ago? In the shower?"

Sprout did. He very clearly remembered that.

"I can loan you a few tools of the trade and we can make it work."

Sprout sat there flabbergasted as he imagined the logistical problems of any number of toys. Before he could respond, String Cheese placed down two large pizzas covered in the works- hay strips and cheeses galore with a whole mess of fried foods. From where he was sitting, Sprout couldn't see any other vegetables on the thing and yet he thought they both looked wonderful. "Oh and some milkshakes, please. Chocolate."

Posey raised an eyebrow.

"Celebration for today. Oh and this-" he tapped the doctor's note, focusing his hoof mostly on the large red addendum at the bottom. "We can take some of this home if need be. But you were eating for three before. Now you're actually eating for five."

"I hope these last few months go by quick. I mean I already thought I looked like a balloon."

Sprout felt his phone buzz and he quickly pulled it out to check. It was his work phone- he wasn't crazy enough to give out his main number to most of Sunny's friends since he didn't fully trust Pipp in keeping that secret. But he didn't recognize the number. It looked to be in the Bay so he wasn't as concerned about the pony on the other end, but he held it up and talked into the phone.

"Hello?"

***

"I want to propose to Pipp so bad but her mom scares me so much. I tried once and it turned into her grilling me for like four hours as to why both my mane and Pipp's were wet. I mean sure we were in the shower together but I wasn't doing anything too crazy. Just helping her clean her wings and maybe some other areas. Was that bad of me? Maybe it was too forward. . ."

"I turned myself into a stallion and boinked Sunny once or thrice. So don't try to out weird me, Hitch. Like Sunny tried to take me out with a frying pan cause she didn't recognize me. I think it was the voice. You know what I could turn you into a mare right now for fun."

Hitch shook his head, his whiskey spilling on the table as he failed to keep it fully level. "I thought you said you didn't want to use magic on me."

Izzy shrugged. "Sure, but that's changing the size of things with magic. I'm still figuring out that knot. I can totally turn you into a mare though, that magic is surprisingly easy once you get the knack for it. It's like breathing wrong and waking up with a dong. Which I kind of did once. Long story. Also second question, would you boink Sprout as a mare. Not like you as a mare, but like if Sprout was a mare?"

Hitch blushed and stuttered a curt reply. "No. Why would you even bring that up?"

Izzy waved a hoof in the air, lazily watching the bright colors of the bar swirl around her as she collected her thoughts. "Cause Zipp was incredibly drunk in one of our slumber parties once and the question came up and everyone agreed that Sunny would be attractive as a stallion. And well, I wouldn't know that cause I don't want to try it out and get her stuck as a male alicorn right now. But the thought was there. And then it went Pipp, me, and Zipp. And then a hypothetical sixth member that was a mare if that'd ever happen. Though that's if they aren't also incredibly hot. Then the rankings would change. But I thought as the only member of our friend group that naturally has a dick without wacky magical shenanigans I thought it would be interesting to see the reverse of you and Sprout. I'd do Posey but she's pregnant and I have a "don't mess with pregnant mares if transformation magic is a thing. Like where do the babies go. Poof? Pocket dimension not poof? The world may never know. But yeah I'd say Sprout would be attractive as a mare. He gives off that vibe, you know. You'd probably be alright as one too. We wouldn't know until we try."

The bell rang and both Izzy and Hitch wobbled in their stools to see who entered.

Posey stared back with Sprout balancing two large pizza boxes on his back.

"Speak of the gremlin. Hey Posey, quick question. Would you be down if I turned Sprout into a mare?"

Posey frowned. "Maybe if you weren't hammered, I'd think about it. But right now? No."

Izzy sighed. "Drat."

"They've been like this for an hour. The other phone numbers didn't pick up or were too busy to drop their work."

"Sunny said she was busy and Jazz picked up for Pipp. So we called you. And I'm glad we did cause you brought pizza. How thoughtful."

"I wish it wasn't Sprout. . ." Hitch wobbled on his seat and faceplanted into the counter.

Sprout sighed and pulled out a chair since he took one look at the stools and decided that, for the foreseeable future, he wasn't going to fit on one of those comfortably. "Give us all a few rounds of water and a. . .second bucket. And Posey, that means we can eat our pizzas."

Posey stared at the tacky decor and sighed. It wasn't the worst place she'd ever eaten a pizza before. She once hid in a bathroom to try Sprout's favorite pizzas in secret without anypony noticing when she was deep in the 'he doesn't notice me' phase. This was at least a step up even though the weird obsession with balloons and streamers made this feel like a foal's birthday party and not a bar. "I'm not sharing. . .other than Sprout. Thank goodness we saved the milkshakes." She pulled out the room temperature shakes and sighed. "Wish they held up better."

"Ooh, shakes, what's the special occasion?" Izzy spun around in the stool before quickly deciding that had been a terrible decision and grabbing the bucket in her hooves. "One second." Izzy vomited purple and stared in disbelief at the bucket. "Note to self, purple liquids are a terrible idea for alcohol."

Posey gagged for a moment and pushed the pizza closer to keep her appetite. "We went to the hospital. For the ultrasound."

Sprout raised an eyebrow. "I thought we weren't going to tell her."

Posey shrugged. "You see these two clowns? I know when ponies are pretty out of it and Izzy and Hitch passed that exit a long time ago. Our luck? They don't remember any or most of this and we get to watch Hitch act like a fool. You know how long I've waited for this? He wrote me up for complaining too much."

"Which you freaking did, Posey, you know how you sound when you come in ranting about indecency laws?" Hitch pointed a hoof in her direction, his drunkenness making his confident point more like an unsure suggestion as he looked directly at the floor. "I mean barring like Pipp and a few Canterlogic ponies out and about, everypony I know is naked ninety percent of the time barring winter. You know how difficult it is to stay calm cool and collected when everypony is flashing me? It is so very, very difficult. And I should write you up for indecency yourself, Posey, I mean all I heard for the last six months was 'Oh my goodness, Sprout is so hot, I can't keep my hooves off him.' and I get sent footage from like six different angles of you two breaking a metal bench from screwing like rabbits. And I know what that is like. I get to hear rabbits speak dirty every spring and those things get freaky."

"Touche." Posey grinned ever so slightly. "I think I like Hitch with a spine. Sure somepony is much hotter in my married eyes, but if you only acted like this more often I wouldn't think you were a bump on a log or just so bland."

Sprout sighed. "No, Posey, we aren't going to let Hitch be a raging alcoholic twenty four hours a day."

Posey crossed her hooves for a moment before grabbing a slice of pizza and shoving it in her mouth. She swallowed and rolled her eyes. "If you weren't cute, I'd have some harsh words for you, Sprout." She winked.

Sprout grimaced. "Let's leave that for later."

"Oh I will."

Hitch gagged and took a big gulp of water. "Can we not. I already had to help you idiots take pictures and see the photos plastered up everywhere-"

"-ah, Primrose and Windy did their jobs then, rad. I was going to text them but I forgot to check up. Thanks Hitch." Izzy smiled. "Those were some great pics. I mean I'm gay and the slogans got me. 'I'm a milking machine, my wrecking balls will break down Canterlogic's walls. The slogans were some of my best and most cutting work."

"-that's not what I'm talking about here. I'm still pissed that you did my hobby better than me. You're a natural and I had to spend years learning how to be comfortable doing it."

Sprout cocked his head. "What?"

"I mean you have a wife, a normal job now, and that-" Hitch pointed at Sprout's crotch. "It's obnoxious. Like I can't compete with that and you made the town think I was old news. And that hurts."

Sprout's eye twitched as he gripped the table. He was used to Hitch's inner feelings spilling out when he was drunk. In fact, this wasn't the first time he had to walk in and sober up the Sheriff. The orange pony had a usually fine time with alcohol, but every few years- or when his feelings had been bottled up too long- the stallion would call him in some state of distress and, as his Deputy, he had to drag him back to sobriety. He had to do it when Hitch's parents died, he did it when Hitch got dragged through the review board for being 'too nice to the enemy', he did it when one of Hitch's animal buddies died.

He was often there for Hitch. Maybe it was the pair of them, with Sunny, being foalhood friends. Maybe it was his unrequited attraction towards the ten time winning 'Maretime Bay's Hottest Bachelor', maybe it was because compared to Sprout's upbringing making him into the heir apparent for Canterlogic sanding off every attempt of personality and drive while Hitch had a seemingly perfect foalhood where his mom actually cared for him as a pony.

Sprout breathed out and took one look at Posey. "I'll be right back."

Posey knew the look that Sprout gave. "Oh, fuck. Well don’t go all out, Sprout. I don’t like him that much but Pipp wouldn’t hear the end of it if Hitch got majorly hurt.”

Her red stallion sighed and slowly nodded before he led Hitch outside for a talk. He was unsure if hooves would be allowed or not but he had an idea to make it likely he wasn’t going to rip Hitch’s head off.

Sprout led and Hitch followed on wobbling hooves through the middle of town and towards the shore. He knew enough of the town’s proclivities that at this time of night it was a mostly empty place perfect for a heart to heart or two stallions butting heads with one another- he had to break up a few honor duels before so he knew the feeling of one at a glance- and Hitch’s hurt glassy eyes were trained on his back like two burning coals.

“Nice night for a little chat, huh?” Sprout nervously tried to speak to his oldest friend and; while he felt the rippling power of his anger and frustration with the magic flowing through him, he was attempting to make better choices. He was thinking about his future and brawling with Hitch- no matter how boneheaded he could be while sloshed- was not a good look for his burgeoning brood.

“Like any night.” Hitch’s words came out slurred and slow, the stallion unsteady on his hooves as he turned towards the most distant place in town perfect for the drag out fight he ran through in his mind over and over on the stumbling canter here. “Put ‘’em up, Sprout.”

Sprout slowly got up on his back hooves, the weight of his turgid nutsack pulling his center of mass downward and as he got fully to his dueling position he began to realize that his engorged parts were dragging on the ground since in his rush to the bar he had been unable to drain himself and so he was happy he had a simmering anger within him- without his focus on Hitch he would be stuck in a compromising position. He shifted his weight on his hooves as he already felt his back cry out for help. He knew he should have listened more to Posey about working out and he was now paying the price.

Hitch wasn’t doing that good either as he was swaying like he was on the ocean as he walked closer to Sprout.

Hitch threw the first punch, a swinging haymaker as he tried to hit his red target and missed. Sprout wondered what he saw through his eyes- was he drunk enough to see multiples of him or not. He soon got his question answered as Hitch stumbled forward and began flailing his hooves around him and not getting a single glancing blow on him.

Sprout weaved through the assault and hugged him close,. He felt the hot breath of the other stallion in his ear and he felt a shiver go up his spine as he felt years of longing well up in his throat and he blushed as he felt their privates touch. He had spent so long keeping as far away from Hitch to never have this problem happen and, for a moment, he reconsidered his decision to a bear hug to corral his flailing friend.

Hitch made him regret the pause as years of dedicated sheriff training welled up in the incredibly sloshed stallion and he reflexively sent a message with a swift kick to Sprout’s largest and fleshiest weak point- a direct and painful hit to his nuts.

Sprout fought the urge to vomit as his body recoiled in pain, flashes of color dancing in his vision as he stumbled backwards, his hooves slipping on the riverbank’s messy mud as he fell into the lake, the twin shocks of burning pain in Posey’s favorite place and the freezing cold water making him unable to breathe for what felt like an eternity and he could only stare into space unable to focus on anything specific as he felt muscles he barely used keep down his dinner. He slumped face first into the mud and grit his teeth as he felt himself sink into the mud and he floundered as he tried not to drown in an unfortunate farce of pain. He tried not to swallow any salt water, failing somewhat as he dragged himself out of the Bay like a movie monster and flopped onto the shore, his lungs working overtime as he hoped he hadn't burst something with that well placed kick.

If Sprout wasn’t internally screaming into the painful void, he would have a few ideas for him and Posey to try out- his swelling issue had made him feel self conscious about so many things- and the pain made him reconsider others- he needed to work out since he would rather not be dragged into the depths unable to surface thanks to his bottom heavy particulars.

He slumped into a bush and fainted.

***

“Good thing I put Sprout in my “Find My Favorite Penis app”

Sprout wavered into consciousness as he heard Posey’s melodious voice, her slight humor being the only hint that he wasn’t dead since he imagined she would be incredibly sad if he kicked the bucket. Her humor told him that while all he could feel was pain. , he wasn’t on death’s door at least.

“Hitch looks terrible, Posey, are we sure we shouldn’t like go to the hospital right this minute?” That wasn’t Izzy or Sunny. The song song melody it had gave him a hint that it was probably a very worried Pipp, though Sprout didn’t want to check since he rather liked being dead in spirit.

“Ask your sister if you want help in nursing a drunk idiot. Or ask the internet. You know how common this is? Give a few stallions some booze and wait for them to either find something to bicker and fight about or their latent uncomfortable feelings come oozing out in a rush. But this tells me that I should probably ban Sprout from using his hooves in a way. Wonderful stallion and all but he's terrible in a fight. You know that I beat him in hoof wrestling contests like half the time?"

"It's not that bad of a record." Sprout sputtered out a response and tried to roll over and quickly decided not to as he felt a burning pain from his groin again. "Ow."

"Oh good, Sprout's not dead." Posey came into Sprout's vision and pouted. "You know how hard it would have been raising four foals as a single mother? Pretty hard. Not impossible, but hard enough, so I'm glad Hitch didn't off you in a drunken fit of rage." Her slight chuckle as she finished her sentence told him that his yellow mare was telling an uncharacteristic joke.

"You should see the other guy." Sprout put out a hoof and Posey yanked him up with some effort. "How is Hitch?"

Pipp cringed as she took a quick look over him. "Broke his nose. Black eye. You really did a number on him."

Sprout groaned in pain. "Yeah, barely touched him The fight was over in like three moves. Tried to restrain him and he kicked me right where it hurts. Fell into the lake and probably almost drowned thanks to the shock and. . .well, heft of some things."

Posey frowned. "Death by being too hung, never thought I'd see the day."

"It's not a joke, Pose, I'm being serious."

"And I'm saying that sounds hot, if a bit of a problem cause I like having you stay alive and all that. Tells me you just need to relearn how to swim."

"Ha ha ha. What I really need is a lot of ice because it really hurts to move. You'll never know the pain a direct hit to the balls is like and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy."

"Your worst enemies are all mares so I don't think that's a relevant threat." Pipp cocked her head in confusion.

"It's the spirit of the thing."

***

Sprout leaned back on the couch, his mane wet and smelling of lilacs as he had just got out of cleaning himself- he had tried to protest the action due to the pain coursing through him, the dull ache of his crotch pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Posey had overruled him since she was the one with her name on the lease and she would rather clean his mud off of him herself and not have a large track of mud in her house. He lost the argument and had found himself in the backyard staring down a hose and praying to some higher power that he wouldn't die.

"You want me to pull out the frozen pizzas or not?" Posey poked her head out wondering what her sexy hurt stallion needed. "I mean you already put all our ice cream and ice packs on your nuts. If you melt all of them with this stupid idea to 'stop the swelling' then the food budget is coming out of your money this week."

"We pool our money together."

"I am the one that runs the plant business, Sprout. Until you want to take over the budgeting and all that stuff, I get to choose how much I pay you. And be grateful you're cute, drum up business, and can do tons of magic. Else I'd have cut your bonus long before."

Sprout shifted in the couch, careful not to topple the makeshift ice blanket he had on, the pile of ice cream soothing the ache that his red globes held deep within. He quickly wondered if he should have gone to the emergency room just to make sure he didn't rupture something but he had decided against it since he could only deal with going to the doctor once a day and, secondly, the hospital bill would be atrocious. He used a spoon and scooped out some ice cream- not caring what flavor it would be. The hint of chocolate chip hit his taste buds and he sighed in contentment.

Posey came in and tried to sashay towards the couch, her pregnant stomach making it hard as she waddled seductively towards it, the leftover pizza in a hoof and a plastic bag in another. "I have a bit of a present for you. For the coming months when I have to stop worshipping your obsidian pole."

"Obsidian?" Sprout blinked, the dull ache and late hour of the night not letting him pick up on any euphemisms.

Posey rolled her eyes. "For when I can't fuck you due to doctor's orders. We talked about this. I mean I'd be down for anything in the later months but I doubt my body would be that willing. So I kind of called in a favor or two with the scientific princess."

Sprout cocked his head at that. "You somehow got Zipp of all ponies to build something for me?"

Posey blushed. "It was a lot of favors and she thought it was a good challenge and funny enough to do it." Posey pushed the plastic bag towards her stallion and waited for him to take it. "I had it stashed for a little bit since I knew something like that recommended advice would be coming up so here."

"Dunno what's got you so flustered." He took the bag and was surprised by its light weight. "You sure this can help me? It doesn't feel weighty enough to do anything." He looked in and found a tiny machine that looked oddly like a milking machine, the silver collection tub and tubing connected to a cute little suction device. He had knowledge of such machines since his mother had forced him to learn the ins and outs of everything Canterlogic and, for some reason, that required him to know far too much about the daily routine of cattle rearing. "Is this a gag gift or something? It's kind of y'know. . .small."

Posey grumbled. "I had to ask for help from Izzy since I didn't want to carry around a two hundred pound gift in my condition. Hence the favors and not just one favor for this thing. She put some weird hex on it where you prod it in a certain way and it changes size so its more. . .portable."

"When did you even do this?""

Posey rolled her eyes. "I'm not stupid, I knew you were going to have issues as I got closer to term so I was going to do it at some point since we screwed like rabbits for months. Then your nuts blew up to the size of pumpkins and I had to fast track the idea." She ran a hoof over his leathery sack and kneaded a hefty nut, her eyes tracing the faint purple stretchmarks that littered his sack as his body tried to contain the flood of cum that her stallion held within him at the moment. She could faintly hear the sloshing of his nut butter as she patted him down gently since even her deft touch made him moan in a mix of pain and delight. "You'll press the button right here and voosh, a full sized, fully functional mix between a penis pump, an onahole, and a milking machine for only the most virile of bulls. . .or in this case stallions with a bit too much magical testosterone. Though I think you look somehow even more handsome with your beard and dad bod all to myself."

Sprout leaned into her touch, his body not caring about the ache from his core. "What you think I'm going to cheat on you? I can't remember who said if I did that, I'd regret it."

"I said I'd off you as mostly a joke. But I'm glad somepony remembered that." She leaned into a kiss and threw her hooves around his neck, not caring that her movement unto the medium sized couch and into his deceptively strong touch caused a small avalanche of ice cream to fall to the floor in a haphazard mess. She broke the kiss to breathe in the air- though that was full of his heady forest scented musk. "Oh and secondly, promise me that you won't fight anypony ever again. Not that you wouldn't mop the floor with ponies, but that I have four foals right here-" she pointed at her belly and faintly felt a kick of hooves as she did so. "and you are far better speaking your way out of a fight than using your hooves to end one."

"I think I learned that tonight."

"Good. My business would take a massive if you kicked the bucket." Posey nuzzled into Sprout's neck, feeling the wiry beard brush into her, his lilac scent from the shower a nice smell on him even if he complained it smelled a bit too feminine. She briefly rolled her eyes at that thought. Like somepony would mistake Sprout as a mare with what he had between his thighs. She felt him shift ever so slightly under her as he supported her weight. "You know what sounds like a good idea?"

Sprout didn't like that tone of Posey's. That usually told him she had far more amorous ideas on her mind, the husky undertone causing him to shiver in anticipation.

"Hooflix and chill. Though I think switching the order might be a good idea." She traced a hoof down his side as she slid down her stallion, her touch raining down upon him as she fondled him gently, careful not to cause him too much discomfort since her plan was to give him pleasure- not to accentuate his pain. "Think of this as a gift from me to you."

B-but Pose, you already do stuff-"

She reached up and shushed him with a hoof. "I know that. This is for letting me have foals." She breathed out. "I always wanted them, but be it personality, timing, or luck, I had resigned myself to pine after a certain stallion and do unfulfilling one night stands with stallions I don't care to remember. With this, I get the best of both worlds. Fun times and you." She traced a hoof over his treasure trail of curly yellow hair that led directly to his pillar of penetrative perfection and she felt his abs under the slight flab that she had grown to enjoy. "I love you. So very very much."

"You married me."

Posey blushed. She slightly wondered her emotional mood was the heady mix of hormones that pregnancy gave her or she was just feeling open enough to fully share her feelings she lacquered over with sarcasm and anger. "I did. And it was the best decision I've made so far." She breathed out and tried to center her emotions once again. "Though if you actually say that to others I doubt they'd fully believe you."

"Sure." Sprout didn't want to mention that everypony could already tell a slight but noticeable change in Posey's mood, but he'd play along because she was cute. "Whatever you say."

"Good. Now don't mind me but I'm going to help your swelling my own way and have a protein smoothie directly from the tap."

Sprout cocked his head in confusion and almost asked what she was talking about.

Posey stared directly at Sprout's dick, his sheer size making the floppy, half hard meat stick unable to be in his sheath since it no longer fit cleanly within it, the magical issue he had causing it to hang like a limp noodle. That would be a normally obscene picture that she would have lost her marbles over so very long ago, her self imposed morality police hobby long since passed into hazy dreamlike memories since she had found a far more fulfilling and fun thing to do with a husband than judge the town and its failings.

Though she still did that on her own free time.

But she marveled at the thought that Sprout's ginormous schlong looked tiny when next to his bean bag like baby making balloons. She felt their heat and could smell his own personal scent even over the strong shampoo she had used to clean the muck off his huge tract of land. She arched her body forward, careful to keep as much weight of his pendulous coin purse as she latched onto his floppy stick like a vacuum cleaner and started waking up his monster.

It took a couple minutes as blood rushed through its length, bloating it to full mast, the sheer heft of it causing it to lean ever so slightly down as even the hardest and most masculine length couldn't fully escape the pull of gravity. Posey slid down his length in a practiced simplicity, his rod curving down her gullet until she reached the medial ring which gave her some difficulty as it flared out even wider than Sprout's baseball bat of a tip, with a quick shift, she opened as wide as she could and the thing slid into her mouth with a pop. She didn't go any further since she hadn't given him a oral presentation in a good while and she could feel his pillar deep within her and she wasn't completely insane.

She looked at the nearly two feet of schlong still outside of her and she quickly started her marathon sprint to jack him off before the lack of oxygen won out. She did this with a ferocity that shocked her partner as his moans and slight thrusts told her that she was on the right track.

Posey felt the flicker of unconsciousness in her periphery as her ministrations paid off and Sprout grunted and released his first of many dam breaking orgasms. Posey felt like she was on the ocean or a very functional water bed as each load was like an earthquake tremor hitting her, the ripple in his orbs a useful tool to focus on as her new fear wasn't the sweet release of unconsciousness, but drowning.

Posey grunted in slight pain as she felt her belly button pop out as her body tried to contain the veritable ocean of virile seed and she briefly wondered what the nutritionist would say about the caloric density of semen. It felt like an eternity before Sprout's dick shrunk back down to its comparatively small size and let her angle her aching jaw over its medial ring with a pop. She fell backwards, her now sizable middle making her look due with six or seven foals, not four.

She breathed in deeply, gulping down air before turning to her stallion, coughing, and trying to speak, her voice raw and raspy from the excitement of the previous few minutes. "I'm not doing that again for a good long while." She breathed out and waited until her voice didn't sound like garbage. "Tomorrow, I'll teach you how to use your present, tonight let's just relax."

"What should we do about the ice cream?"

"Fuck it, I'm not putting that stuff away right now. We can just split costs on the groceries cause them melting is now both of our faults. Now turn on the tv before I rethink my decision."

"You got it."