Pusillanimous Procreation

“N…not so - Nnnph - rough, Gale,” Fluttershy huffed, wincing as the oversized draconequus foal nursed from her teat.

With two infants latched to her huge, milk-laden bosoms, and bottle feeding another two foals, it was fair to say she had her hooves full. While she didn’t remember or fully comprehend where the fourth child had come from, apparently she’d birthed a little giraffe after fainting from pushing out the three chimeric newborns. According to Discord, her surprise bundle of joy wasn’t that uncommon of an occurrence for procreating with an agent of chaos.

While she was far from upset with her quadruplets, in spite of their differences in size and species, she was a bit nonplussed with how arousing motherhood was. Between her engorged, leaking breasts, hyper-sensitive marehood, and the pervasive and almost intoxicatingly appealing memory of her all too brief gavidity, her libido had grown by leaps and bounds. As she passed the bottle to Lunacy, the little, frankensteinian colt to her left, her freed forehoof wandered down her chest, between her tits, and to her winking, angry marehood.

She couldn’t speak for every mother in Equestria, and she was far too bashful to ask about something so audacious, but it wasn’t uncommon for her to rub one out while her young were nursing. The foals’ presence, especially when hungrily suckling upon her, was far, far more stimulating than she would have ever predicted. With her heart pounding and eyes glued to the little ones latched to her tits, she delicately stroked her clit.

“You know I could help you with that,” an all too familiar voice intoned, causing her to start.

“Discord, I thought you went to the store!” she bleated, whipping her head to the side to look up at the towering creature.

“I did, but that only took me a few seconds - observe,” he noted. Snapping his fingers and disappearing, he reappeared moments later with a bag of groceries clutched in his paw. “Teleportation is a magical thing ~ wouldn’t you say?”

“Y…yeah,” she dejected murmured, withdrawing her hoof.

“Oh no no no,” he interjected, nodding to her groin. “By all means, don’t let me stop you - in fact, if you wanted, I’d be more than happy to lend a hand - er - head.”

Grasping the sides of his skull, he detached his head from his shoulders and extended his tongue. The idea of getting herself off was washed away in an instant, knowing exactly what he was offering. Wriggling in place, sliding her rump to the very edge of her seat, she timidly smiled.

Stepping around the chair and kneeling before her, bringing his head to her crotch, he snickered. “I’ll start dinner after I help myself to an appetizer…”

As his tongue glided between her meaty lower lips, she shivered. He really was a wondrous caring lover and impeccable father, but therein lay an issue. With four healthy children between them, having been produced over the span of a mere afternoon, she was left conflicted. On one hoof, she was happy as could be - on the other, she could already tell that it would only be a matter of time until she wanted the full, nearly year long experience of growing gravid to have another foal or three…