Pusillanimous Procreation
Maternal Mayhem (In a Good Way)
“Mmmph Mmmph Mmmph…”
Fluttershy’s rhythmic whimpers mingled with the drumbeat of flesh slapping flesh, as she lurched forward with each of Discord’s thrusts. The sensations he afforded were, in a word, phenomenal, and she’d be lying if she claimed she hadn’t developed a keen taste for such passionate moments. Subtly clenching her marehood, relishing the ridges along his shaft, she subconsciously spurred him to hasten his pace.
The length pounding into her was not only significantly larger than most ponies, but its shape was worlds apart from any stallionhood in existence. With a spear-like tip and gradually tapered shaft, ending in a bulbous knot at its base, it bore traits more akin to a canine’s or dragon’s equipment. As he delivered a particularly deep plunge, feeling the pointed tip sink past her cervix, a throaty groan escaped her.
Things hadn’t always been so enjoyable in the bedroom, but time, patience, perseverance, and a liberal dose of carnal curiosity had paid dividends. While she was still as demure and bashful as ever in public, her sensuality had blossomed under his care. He’d fawn over her, tease her, and push her limits just to the threshold, yet that’s what she wanted - needed.
He slowed ever so slightly, one hand gliding up her hip and to her modest bosoms, and hummed to himself. She knew it was a trick, yet another ploy to force her hoof, but she couldn’t stop herself. Peeking out and up at him, meeting his eye, she gulped.
“H…harder,” she murmured, her voice so faint that she barely heard it.
“What was that?” he inquired, tilting his head and bringing a hand to his ear. “I couldn’t quite hear you!”
Her lip quivered, her heart thundered in her chest, and her sex angrily seized around his length, sundering her inhibitions. “Harder,” she repeated, several octaves higher this time, “p…please…”
A wolfish glint danced across his eyes, as he contentedly purred. “That’s more like it.”
The tempo of his pounding hips increased by an order of magnitude, moving harder and faster than they had been moments prior, as he clutched her waist with both hands. She couldn’t say if other lovers were as incredible as hers, not for the least of which reasons being he was her very first, but she liked to imagine that his skills were unparalleled. With his knot pounding against her entrance, while the head of his member threatened to breach her inner gates, she surrendered herself to the welling tide of bliss.
While she hadn’t been having sex for long, less than half a year, she’d begun basking in the urges she once suppressed. Gone were the days of fretting over finding a coltfriend and the long nights of shamefully rubbing herself to her lustful thoughts; now that she’d found a lover who was happy to tend to her marish needs, she couldn’t be happier. A tremor crept into her thighs, her hips bucked of their own accord, and the breath hitched in her throat, as she was pushed to the very brink.
Possibly because of her mounting enthusiasm, or perhaps compelled to peak alongside her, he grunted and tightened his grip. Everything about him was an experience, from his mismatched limbs and sense of humor to his unfathomable amorous skill, and she thanked her lucky stars that they’d met. Peering down at him, taking a moment to appreciate just how handsome he was, she sharply inhaled.
“I…inside,” she stammered, wishing for nothing more than to embrace his entirety.
The rare plea, something she’d only been brazen enough to say on a hooffull of occasions, was the nail in his coffin. Powerful and ancient though he was, even he wasn’t without his limits. Draping himself over her, pulling her to his groin while he slammed his length into her velvety confines, he hilted her. The feeling of the fat base of his shaft pulsing in tune with his heart, swelling and locking itself within her confines, would have been more than enough to evoke her climax, but that was hardly enough for him - no, not by a long shot.
As he pressed his lips to hers, his forked tongue slipped into her muzzle. Being knotted to him, feeling the first scalding shots of his essence bathe her interior, cherishing him for all that he was - it was all too much to bear. Trembling from head to hoof, with her wings flitting to her sides, she came moments after him.
The rapture which overtook her, like many times before and many times hopefully to come, was indescribable. Her world - her entire existence was reduced to raw, blinding pleasure. As her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her vision starting to tunnel, she issued a mute prayer to the heavens. Passing out while having sex wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world - heck, it had happened to her on a number of occasions, but she’d much prefer to stay conscious so she could savor the impending pillow talk.
Their bodies grew still, the cool air steaming around them, while they hotly kissed and rode out their ecstasy. In nearly every conceivable way, from their appearances to their personalities, they were different - then again, as the old saying goes, opposites attract. What felt like a small eternity dragged by, before they reared back and smiled at one another.
“I really do love you,” she whispered, reaching up to caress his cheek.
In spite of what they’d just done, he flushed. “I love you too, my little pony.”
Of all the amazing things about giving herself to him, one of the most rewarding was the sensation of being bred. The heat and pressure, feeling his seed coursing into her - there was something primal about it, tickling her id and summoning thoughts of motherhood. Had he been a pony, given how often they did the deed, she would have likely been impregnated long ago - sadly, as if being mocked by fate, that wasn’t the case.
What she would have given to let the moment last forever, but it wasn’t meant to be. The size of his endowment, along with the sheer quantity of his thick essence, overshadowed her joy with a twinge of discomfort; though it didn’t feel terrible, she’d be much more comfortable once he’d removed himself from her battered depths - that and he’d developed a track record for going a second or even third time unless he was prompted to pull out. Shutting her eyes and slowly exhaling, relaxing herself as much as she could, she flapped a wing at him.
Without saying a word, he shuffled back, stroked her thighs, and popped the engorged base of his shaft out of her quaking sex. The intensity of his withdrawal sent a jolt of pleasure tinged with pain through her, eliciting a very unbecoming moan before she could silence herself. It was hard to describe, but small traces of discomfort somehow compounded her bliss - not unlike a pinch of exotic, potent spice to a superbly crafted dish. As he listed to the side and flopped beside her on his bed, her hazy thoughts steadily cleared.
Laying atop the bed, she softly panted and stared down at her crotch. A syrupy cocktail of jizz and her nectar dribbled from her winking marehood, sweat glistened on her coat, and the euphoric afterglow of an incredible moment of ecstasy clouded her thoughts - thoughts that revolved around the wondrous beast who’d brought her to such a moment. She faintly placed a hoof over her tummy as the draconequus’ seed continued to dribble from her confines, wasted as just another stain in her sheets.
She falteringly turned her head to the side, with a silly little grin splitting her muzzle, her eyes settled on the huge, serpentine creature resting beside herself.
Discord piqued a shaggy brow and pushed himself onto an elbow, turning his direction from the pegasus down to himself. “What? Is there something on my suit?”
With a snap of his fingers, a slightly disheveled tuxedo appeared on his sleek frame. The sight gave Fluttershy a giggle, though her mirth faded nearly as quickly as it had appeared. Discord really was a wondrous being, far more caring and kindhearted than many would assume, and she considered herself a very lucky mare to have not only befriended him but forged a deeper bond with him - that said, ever since they’d become an item, a nagging concern about her pell-mell paramour had never left her.
“Do - um -” she uneasily began, looking away the moment his crimson gaze swung to her face. “Nevermind…”
Shifting beside her, Discord drew a taloned finger under her chin and turned her face to meet him. “Fluttershy,” he muttered, a snaggletoothed smirk plastered on his snout.
She closed her eyes, drew a breath and held it for a moment before slowly exhaling. Despite everything she’d done with him, talking about personal matters had never been easy. He was vastly older and incalculably more powerful than she could ever dare to dream of, not to mention he lacked the crippling reservations which had haunted her since her youth, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her - not this time. Emboldened by their intimate evening, riding the high of the hormones flooding her system, she peered up and into his eyes.
“It’s just that…well…” she trailed off, averting her gaze a second time. “Really, nevermind, it’s too personal.”
“Fluttershy, for goodness sake,” he chuckled, pinching the bridge of his snout, “you do realize that personal matters shouldn’t matter that much at this point - I mean, for the last hour or so, we were doing the horizontal mambo, making the beast with two backs, making whoopee, knocking boots, engaging in sexual congress -”
“Congress?” she interrupted, cocking her head.
Shaking his head, he dismissively waved a hand. “Nevermind. The point is that, as far as I’m concerned, you can ask whatever you want!”
“W…well,” she sputtered, swallowing hard and attempting to summon her courage. “I’ve never heard you mention your parents before.”
“Oh they’re lovely draconequui, even though my father still holds it against me for not finishing art school,” he flippantly replied, magically replacing his suit with a paint-smattered smock. “But why do you ask?”
“It’s just that - um - wouldn’t you want to start a family someday?” she sheepishly inquired.
The moment the question passed her lips, she lowered her head. He was the only creature in Equestria she’d given herself to, he’d earned her affection through his kindness, and she dearly wished to spend the rest of her days with him - still, her self-doubt was as insidious as it was persistent. She was a pony, he was a cosmic being of unfathomable might; no matter how much she loved him, she wouldn’t be able to give him the one thing every couple eventually yearns for - a family.
It was a tense moment, though not for the reason Discord may have assumed. Of all her lifelong ambitions and dreams, things she’d pined for since she was small, finding a lover and having a foal were the ones which had never left her. The thought alone of coming home to a family, having a husband and a little filly or colt to greet her at her door, had seen her through many a dark night and gloomy day. She was happy with Discord, she truly was, but the longing to have an offspring was a desire that would likely never leave her.
She’d expected - hoped he would say something to break the silence, cracking a joke or possibly giving some silly, chaotic rebuttal, yet nothing but still, noiseless air hung between them. Her insecurity rallied from the tension, threatening to overtake her, as she screwed her eyes shut. If it wasn’t for him, she wouldn’t have known what love - true, romantic love was, so she couldn’t afford to cave to her fears. Though it took everything she had, she turned her head and peeked up at him.
There were few times, if any, when she’d seen him vulnerable, but this was one of him. His eyes wide and jaw slack, staring down at her in disbelief, he awkwardly rubbed his neck and swung his head to the side when she peered up at him. Discord, the Lord of Chaos, fearless and nigh omnipotent being of renown, had just been daunted by her - one of the meekest ponies on the face of the planet.
“I mean, well, perhaps I’ve thought of it one or two times,” he uneasily snickered. “Ok - maybe a few hundred, but I hardly keep count of such things. You have to bear in mind, I’m far, far older than you could imagine, so such musings strike me from time to time.”
With a tingle running up her spine, her eyes widened. He’d told her more stories than she could count, ranging from silly, inconsequential tales of mischief to unbelievable sagas of ages long since passed, yet he’d never once mentioned wanting to sire an heir. Her forehoof wandered to his thigh, giving him a reassuring and empathetic pat, while her mouth went dry.
The thrill of his admission, knowing they held a parallel interest, demanded she give voice to her desires. “W…well, you know, I was thinking-”
“A…are you asking what I think you’re asking?” he countered, fidgeting in place.
“I…I don’t know,” she blurted before she could think. “What do you think I’m asking?”
Listing to the side, he slipped a paw over the bed sheets to rest on her forehoof. “You want to start a family with me?”
Askance, Fluttershy rocked back. There was no possible way he could want to start a family with her ~ was there? While she definitely had feelings for him, and she presumed he cared for her as much as she did for him, the logistics of the proposal were nonsensical at best and downright impossible at worst. As she tried and failed to figure out what he meant, scanning his face for any possible signs of trickery, he leaned forward and kissed her snout.
“I’d been reluctant to ask, but I’d love nothing more than to settle down with - no, maybe settle down isn’t the right phrase,” he hummed, stroking his goatee. “I presume making it official wouldn’t be quite right either, since anypony in Ponyville with a hooffull of brain cells knows we’re a couple.”
“Wait,” she bleated, bringing his rambling to a halt, “you’re saying we could start a family? How is that even possible?”
“You see, when two ponies, or in this case a pony and a draconequus love each other very much, they…” he fell silent, as she narrowed her eyes up at him. “Oh fine,” he sighed, lifting a hand and pressing a finger to his thumb. “It’s as easy as this…”
Snap
Blinking rapidly, she recoiled from a sudden flash of blinding light. She was well acquainted with his abilities, having seen them used on various occasions for everything from mundane tasks to instances where he quite literally broke reality, but this was different - not because anything around her had changed, but because it seemed as though nothing had happened at all. They were still on his bed, his room was unaltered, and everything felt fine, while she hastily inspected herself and their surroundings.
With her suspicions raised, knowing he had to have done something, she turned her attention up at him. “Discord…”
“What?” he innocently attested, holding a hand to his chest. “You asked if it was possible and I made it possible - it’s as simple as that!”
She shakily pushed herself up, glancing between his smug features and his slickened tool, as she attempted to digest what he’d said. Though she wasn’t a scientist by any means, she’d studied and spent enough time around animals to learn several universal truths - amongst which being that differing species simply couldn’t procreate. It was possible for similar creatures to bear a child, such as between donkeys, zebras, and ponies, but those were an exception to an otherwise commonsensical rule.
Rolling his eyes, he shuffled closer and threw an arm around her shoulders. “Come now, is it that unbelievable? I’m the Lord of Chaos! Making two creatures compatible is a snap for me!” he guffawed.
Still highly incredulous, she squinted up at him. There was a very real chance that he was pulling her leg, fooling with her to possibly go another round, but her gut told her otherwise. Though he’d always been a bit of a prankster, he wouldn’t get her excited just to dash her hopes - well not intentionally anyways. Under her stern gaze, his merriment died and he dipped his head.
“Fluttershy, can I ask you something?” he breathed.
Just like that, at the drop of a hat, something changed. His demeanor, his tone, even his posture withered, as if his bravado and inane absurdity had crumbled. To say the sudden and wholly unexpected turn was jarring would have been an understatement. With her incredulity overtaken by concern, wondering if she’d made some transgression, she nodded.
“I…” he heavily sighed. “I’m serious about this. Over all the eons I’ve wandered Equestria and beyond, you’re the first mare I’ve ever talked to about this,” he weakly laughed. “If you were willing, I’d love to start a family with you…”
With her eyes drifting down to his groin, settling on his semi-rigid member, she pursed her lips. She certainly hadn’t planned on her evening involving such a serious and life-altering subject, but the circumstances were simply too important to brush aside. Discord wished to start a family, she wished to start a family - the way she saw it, considering how well their relationship had been going, conceiving a foal with him would be the next logical step.
“I…I want the same thing with you,” she timidly confessed, closing her eyes and giving him a small kiss.
His fingers wandered through her mane and to the back of her head, as he withdrew and smiled. “Seeing as how we’re in agreement then, how about we give my little spell a spin?”
She’d never really been one for the use of sorcery in the bedroom, preferring to keep things grounded and relatively tame, but be darned if the notion of being impregnated didn’t get her blood pumping. Twisting in place, kissing her way down his chest and over his abdomen, she slowly moved her face to his groin. Though he was gradually growing erect, she had just the remedy for him.
Closing her eyes and shifting ever so slightly, she worked the tip of his length into her muzzle. The smell of their passion was overwhelming, flooding her sinuses, while the cocktail of their juices coated her palate and taste buds. There’d been a time when she would have balked at sucking him off after they’d made love, finding the concept somewhat off-putting, but that felt like a lifetime ago.
Salty, somewhat bitter flavors mingled with citrusy, almost fruity notes, as she pressed her head forward. If she’d been a bit more patient or prudent, she would have situated herself atop him to get a sixty-nine - sadly, her enthusiasm had gotten the better of her. She contentedly hummed and mopped his shaft with her lips, teasing the sensitive head of his cock with her tongue, while he grew ever harder in her mouth.
“Somepony’s eager,” he playfully mused, reaching over to squeeze her supple backside.
Though she did her best to ignore him, her marehood winked and drooled in anticipation. He may have had his faults, but he’d developed an almost preternatural knack for getting her excited. A compliment here, a subtle grope there, sinful whispers while out in public - since she’d begun fooling around with him, her libido had increased by leaps and bounds.
It was only when fingers wandered into the cleft of her ass, gracing her lower lips, that she stifled a moan and reared back. Ordinarily speaking, she’d be satisfied with a single bout with him, maybe a second if they were particularly wound up, but that was the issue - the circumstances were far from ordinary. With the prospect of becoming a mother laid on the table, her refractory period had all but vanished and her sex drive had skyrocketed.
As she placed a hoof on his hip and pulled away, fully intent on laying back for a real breeding, she gently grasped her foreleg. “Let’s switch things up a bit - you know, since it’s a special moment.”
Snapping his fingers and materializing several pillows under his shoulders, he laced his fingers behind his head and got comfortable. The arrogant grin on his face, his pillar-like tool, and his positioning spoke volumes. If he was going to make her a mother, she’d be expected to do a bit of the work. Undaunted, fueled by righteous determination, she got her hooves under herself, stood, and stepped over his midsection.
She’d never been with a stallion before, but she couldn’t imagine having sex with one would be more convenient or enjoyable than it was with a draconequus. His relatively slender body, the advantages of having hands, and his sheer size, both in endowment and stature, were all far more appealing then they had any right to be - and that wasn’t to mention what his magic was capable of! As she carefully straddled him and took a small step back, lowering her head to get her positioning right, she kissed her slavering nethers to the tip of his cock.
“Just tell me if you need a hand or three,” he tittered, materializing a third, disconnected arm beside himself.
While the spontaneous bit of comedy did cause her to giggle, she was far too desirous to stop and joke with him. The pillow talk and banter could wait - for the time being, she had more important things to focus on. Easing herself down, with her forehooves resting on his abdomen, she gradually impaled herself on his hot, ribbed shaft.
There was a certain joy to be had from being on top, and she could see how a great many mares preferred to take the commanding position. The control she was afforded, feeling every ridge and vein along his length slip into her, incrementally stretching her bit by bit, was as amazing as it had ever been. Lower and lower, she descended until his knotted base was pressed firmly to her cum-filled entrance.
As much as she wanted to start, she had one final thing to do. Brushing a strand of hair from her face, lifted her head and peered up at his face. “I…I’m gonna start now.”
“By all means,” he cooed, flourishing his paw at her, “be my guest.”
She knew she didn’t have to ask, but she couldn’t bring herself to start riding him like some wanton harlot. Her hind legs tensed as her waist crept upward, unsheathing several inches of his sublime dick, before she threw her weight down upon him. The first plunge was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until she fell in a steady rhythm of bucking herself upon him.
It felt fantastic, nearly as good as having him screw her, but the thought of what it would achieve heightened the pleasure several times over. While the sex with him had always been incredible, this time was different - this was the means to a heavenly end. Harder and harder, faster and faster, driven by her subconscious urge to embrace maternity, her inhibitions all but vanished.
To Discord’s credit, not saying a word, he silently enjoyed the view while he lightly thrusted up to meet her descents. She’d been pleasantly surprised to find out that he often took their lovemaking with a certain amount of sincerity, refraining from his typical wackiness during such tender moments, and she was all the more appreciative of him for it. There was nothing wrong with some harmless fun, and they’d had a fair bit of it on occasion, but such frivolity, especially on such a momentous occasion, was hardly appropriate.
Feeling him shift, she glanced back to watch him lift and brace his legs. Knowing what he was wordlessly asking for, she momentarily paused, leaned back, and used his thighs as a backrest. It was a little embarrassing to put herself in such a compromising position, giving him a picturesque view of her modest bosoms and stuffed marehood, but it was a small price to pay to make him happy.
“My,” he gasped, holding a hand to his muzzle, “such an amazing sight…”
She couldn’t bring herself to look at his face, knowing full well she was making an obscene spectacle of herself, but she’d be darned if his comment was going to stop her. For her, motherhood was the embodiment of what it meant to be a mare, and she was going to do everything in her power to attain it. She didn’t care that she appeared unbecoming, looking more like a wanton filly on prom night than a respectable mate - no, her only concern was attaining what they both pined for.
Arching her back, she altered her pistoning hips just enough to send his length grinding against her g-spot. The physical bliss made it hard to move, yet the mental rapture of envisioning what it would bring - sweet Celestia, picturing herself growing heavy with foal sent the fires of her passion roaring into an inferno. Screwing herself on him with almost reckless abandon, becoming lost to her thoughts, she would have continued until her limbs gave out - thankfully, at that very moment, he decided to intervene.
His hands graced her sides, steadying her and helping her move, as he thrust up to meet her descents. He could have easily overpowered her and used her like a toy, had he so desired, but that wasn’t the case. Boorish and occasionally snippish at times, downright crass at others, his lovemaking skills were beyond reproach. With a tenderness that belied his formidable might, he affectionately moved in tune with her.
There was nothing wrong with doing the lion’s share of the work herself, but having him take a more active role allowed her to truly savor the experience. Imagines of herself on the cusp of delivery, the weight of her unborn child resting within her, her leaking, milk-swollen teats, and a bit of pudge from her impending motherhood ran rampant, pushing her to the brink. On the off chance that she wouldn’t get knocked up by morning, she knew what she’d be thinking of every time they became intimate until he’d impregnated her.
He amusedly hummed to himself, likely eyeing her winking, stuffed entrance, as his hand glided to her abdomen. “Coming along quite nicely…”
The sensation of him touching her was nothing new, but something felt different - like his fingers weren’t exactly where they were supposed to be. Being driven upward by his thrusts, keeping herself steady, she lifted her head and opened her eyes. She’d anticipated seeing him looking at her face or possibly her nethers - strangely, his attention was held by neither.
Quirking a brow, mere moments from starting to move again, she noticed his eyes settled upon her. She’d fully expected him to watch her screwing herself on him, yet something didn’t seem right. Too high to be on her groin, but too low to be on her face, he almost appeared to be looking at her belly. As she dipped her head and peered down her chest, her blood ran cold.
Her flat little tummy was anything but, having somehow become markedly rounded and nearly double its usual size, with her breasts peeking from beneath it. The sight was jarring to say the least, downright unbelievable, yet her lover didn’t seem concerned in the slightest. Propped on one arm, he drifted closer and ran his free hand over her stomach.
“I’d say you’re at about - Hmmmm - four months already?” he thoughtfully remarked, smiling at her face.
“I…what…how…” she stammered, her mind racing.
“I did say that the spell would make you a mother,” he whispered, slipping his hand lower to rub her engorged clit.
The realization crashed upon her like a ton of bricks, bringing with it an onslaught of sensations. She felt heavier than she had minutes prior, by at least a few pounds, and the tautness over her abdomen was impossible to ignore. There was no pain or discomfort, yet the fact that she was already well into a pregnancy was incomprehensible. Transfixed by the sight of herself, her pupils shrank to pinpricks.
It may have been her imagination or some internal coping mechanism, but she could swear she was growing bigger by the second. The coat over her belly appeared to thin, unable to cover the expanding flesh beneath, while her teats slowly ballooned and sagged between her parted thighs. Before her very eyes, like she was seeing the flow of time accelerate at an insane rate, she watched herself grow gravid.
“What…what are you…” she muttered, seeing him eyeing her bosoms.
“Any second now…” he murmured, giving her breast a light squeeze.
“Nnnnf,” she whimpered, wincing at his touch.
No, she wasn’t imagining it. The sensitivity of her bust had doubled - no, nearly tripled over a matter of minutes, yet that paled in comparison to what her eyes beheld. By just the slightest bit of force, just the smallest bit of pressure from his fingers, beads of creamy white milk appeared on her darkened areola. Leaving her swollen, extraordinarily tender breasts to leak down to her groin, he softly patted her distended abdomen.
“I’m thinking…” he began, his pounding hips never ceasing to move, “three..”
“T…t…three?!” she croaked. “How can you…”
“Oh Fluttershy,” he breathed, reaching up to grab her foreleg, “you have to feel them.”
Guided by his hand, her forehoof was delicately pressed to her stomach. She held her breath, as the seconds ticked by, until she felt it. Against her tender frog and from within her abdomen, something shifted - no, not something, several somethings. The delight that struck her, sensing her unborn foals, coalesced with the rapture of being bred, leading to one of the most powerful climaxes of her life.
Her head flew back, she brayed to the heavens, and orgasmic juices erupted from her depths, as her maternity was made manifest. The moment was an epoch, something she’d cherish for the rest of her life, and the devastating ecstasy she endured was but a fraction of the joy which beset her very soul. Hammering into her from below, heedless of her nirvanic state, Discord’s zealous actions mirrored her exhilaration.
Adrift in a sea of pure, unrefined rapture, her grasp of reality drew tenuous. It was like every nerve was alight, nearly causing her to black out from the intensity of it all. Every other experience she’d had with Discord, from their floundering first moments of intimacy to the tender lovemaking she’d come to enjoy, paled in comparison to the bliss he delivered, but he wasn’t done with her yet - not by a long shot.
While she couldn’t say how long she’d remained atop him, driven upward by his powerful thrusts, things took an abrupt and unexpected turn. With a flash of light and a subtle snap, she found herself instantaneously repositioned on the bed. With her hind legs braced and spread, her chest pressed to the mattress, Discord carried on rutting her as if nothing had happened.
“W…wha…” she rasped, the weight of her ever-expanding belly even more prominent.
“Just relax,” he sweetly reassured, his kind words standing in stark contrast to his vehement plowing. “Here, maybe this will help.”
Another snap, another flash of light, but it took her a moment to comprehend what he’d done. As a fierce suction began on her teats, feeling the cool kiss of plastic on her tender breasts, she twisted her head and peered over her shoulder. Obscured by her immense belly and the messy sheets on the bed, a slender tube siphoning milk from her breasts was only barely visible.
While the additional bit of stimulation was incredible, being made a makeshift dairy cow was the slightest bit off-putting. “Aaaaahn - Discord!”
The burden of her bust was immense, compounding the bulk of her gravid belly. Where once a pair of modest, petit bosoms had sat, a pair of wobbling breasts hung from her groin. Sandwiched between her thighs and abdomen, swaying and streaming rich, doubtlessly nutritious cream, her udders were far, far larger than even the most productive mare’s - then again, she was carrying a trio of otherworldly foals.
Grinding his knot against her battered entrance, he scoffed. “What?! It’s not like I asked you to moo for me!”
In the face of such unimaginable contentment and carnal bliss, what little fight she had evaporated. He would do what he wanted when he wanted, regardless of how inappropriate it was, so arguing with him would be a fruitless venture. As her climax wound down, gaining some small modicum of control, she broadened her stance and threw her hips back at him.
“That’s the spirit!” he whooped, holding her waist and hammering into her.
She’d always assumed that making love while pregnant was no different than having sex while at any other time, but she was mistaken. The sensation of the unborn foals inside her, fidgeting and kicking as they aged at an unbelievable rate, was as bizarre as it was novel - still, that was hardly a bad thing. Over the course of mere minutes, she was experiencing the entirety of maternity with her mate - all while his pistoning cock was relaxing her marehood.
Little by little, the speed and force of his plunges increased. She was left to presume her exceedingly gravid state had gotten him a bit riled up, that or they’d been going at it for longer than she would have guessed - regardless, his steady rhythm devolved into a frenzied, almost frantic series of thrusts. Glancing back and up at him, seeing his jaw set and sweat streaked brow, she somehow summoned the strength to keep moving with him.
He struggled to stave off the inevitable, fighting tooth and claw against his impending climax, but it was too late to stop. “Fluttershy, I’m…I’m not gonna -”
“D…do it,” she demanded, “breed me!”
Her voice quavered, her limbs shook, and her heart pounded like mad, yet she held her ground and returned every ounce of his fervor. The second he cracked an eye open and met her gaze, he was undone. His hips rammed forward, colliding with her pillowy rump, as his knot forced its way into her. Though his climax was as spectacular as ever, warming her interior and causing her to have a third, albeit relatively small orgasm of her own, she immediately knew something was amiss.
A cramp like she’d never known seized her abdomen, tainting her enjoyment with pain. She’d been sore during or after particularly energetic evenings with Discord, but this wasn’t that. Though her marehood itself felt fine, maybe even a bit looser than usual around his throbbing length, something was amiss deeper within her.
“Discord?” she meekly called.
Wiping his brow and looking down at her, seeing the concern on her face, he started. “Already?”
“Already - Hnnnnngh - what?” she gasped, a wave of tension and discomfort rolling through her.
“Uh - um -” he fretted, glancing around. “I’ve only ever read about how this works, so just bear with me.”
Pressing his index finger to his thumb, he gave yet another infernal snap and sorcerously adorned himself with a scrubs, a cap, gloves, and a surgeon’s mask. The realization of what was going on hit her like a ton of bricks, introducing panic to her otherwise confused thoughts. “T…this is happening now?!?”
“Don’t blame me!” he huffed, stepping back and wrenching his still-turgid tool from her spasming confines. “It’s not like you didn’t want this as well!”
The swift departure of his cock wasn’t as jarring as it should have been, but the absolute deluge of his cream and watery juices more than made up for it. “Am I giving birth?!?” she shouted, her normal bashfulness obliterated.
“Duh!” he countered, leaning over with a pair of towels in his hands. “What do you think happens at the end of a pregnancy? Anyways, I’m going to need you to push.”
Her thoughts raced, grappling with the enormity of it all. She’d gone from just another little pegasus to preparing to deliver in no time flat, virtually the blink of an eye, and there was no way to stop what was coming. Remembering all the times she’d helped various animals within her sanctuary give birth, reminding them to breathe and bear down with their contractions, she took her own advice.
Deep breath in, hold, exhale and push - deep breath in, hold, exhale and push. It was one thing to coach a woodland creature through the process, something she’d done dozens of times over, but experiencing it firsthoof was something else entirely. With each fierce seizure of her muscles, her body doing what it could to squeeze out one of her young, a bizarre mix of pain and pleasure surged through her.
“That’s it,” he remarked from behind her, presumably staring into her gaped canal, “keep pushing!”
“I know!” she barked, gritting her teeth. “You’re not helping!”
While she didn’t quite regret her decision to get knocked up, the torment of trying to push out a foal was nearly agonizing. She pushed with all her might, listening to her body and leaning on her instincts, yet it seemed as though it would never end. Feeling as though she may be going mad, genuinely unsure of if she’d been in labor for seconds or a small eternity, she grew tempted to demand he magically wisk their young from her crowded womb, but then it happened.
Cool air graced her heated, damp interior, as her canal continued to dilate. She could only imagine how depraved she must have looked, her legs braced and entrance yawned open, yet that was of little consequence. If, and that was a mighty bit if, Discord was taking some lecherous pleasure from her vulnerable, expectant state, she could deal with that later - for the time being - she put all her focus on birthing the first of several young.
The feeling of something sleek pushing through her cervix was a terrifyingly relieving development. Realizing the first child was well on its way, she doubled down and pushed with every ounce of strength she could muster. If she was lucky, and she prayed to the heavens she would be, the second and third would be more easily delivered than the first - unfortunately for her, she had no idea how right she was.
Though she couldn’t see it, she sure as heck felt a long, serpent-like body slide through and out of her strained sex. She’d fully anticipated some small reprieve after the birth, if only for a moment or two, but what she received was the polar opposite of a respite. As the long, slender body of her child slipped from her and into Discord’s awaiting, mismatched hands, she came with all the force of a raging ursa major.
She’d had no way of knowing that delivering a foal would cause her to climax, nor had she ever heard of such a thing, yet it happened all the same. Wading through a morass of pleasure, knowing her job was far from finished, readied herself for the next little filly or colt. There was no way in Tartarus she was going to black out now, not with two more kids to bring into the world, and she wasn’t going to let something as paltry as an orgasmic delivery stop her.
“It’s a boy - er - colt!” Discord cheered, holding a swaddled, bawling, neon-pink maned draconequus aloft.
“Not - oh buck - now,” she growled, clamping her eyes shut.
In truth, she couldn’t care less that they’d produced an exquisitely colorful, miniature chimera, considering who the offsprings’ father was. Focusing on the task at hoof, spreading her hind legs just a touch, she snorted and flexed her abdominal muscles for all her worth. It wasn’t that she wasn’t happy about their son, but she had two more children to bring into the world.
Her prediction about their second child, a draconequui filly with a shock of azure hair, proved mercifully true, but yet another catastrophic climax came along with their delivery. As she unceremoniously baptized the squealing foal with her nectar, with her legs threatening to give out, her mind went haywire. A part of her knew that giving birth was not supposed to be a pleasant process, having seen it happen more times than she could count, but she was immeasurably grateful to whatever powers that be for the unforeseen boon.
“Well that’s two!” Discord noted, placing the filly alongside her brother. With the twins resting in a crib beside her, allowing her to see the miracles they’d made, he squinted down at her face. “Are you getting off to this?”
“N…no!” she snapped, glowering up at him despite the blush in her cheeks. “M…maybe!”
An impish grin crept across his muzzle, as he menacingly lifted a hand. “If that’s the case, how about we up the ante…”
While she instantly understood he was up to no good, she had no time to react. With a snap of his fingers, the weight and pressure within her abdomen doubled - no, nearly tripled. In spite of having just made plenty of room in her foal-factory, with only the third and final offspring left, she ballooned to an almost absurd side. The intensity paired with the shocking turn almost did her in, but her mischievous lover swooped in to prevent any injury.
Snap
“Now then,” he began, snapping his gloves while gazing down at her, “I’m going to need you to try and enjoy yourself.”
They were still in his bedroom, as far as she could tell, but the bed she’d been standing upon was replaced with an exam table. With her hind hooves resting in a pair of stirrups, only able to view her massively distended abdomen, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She honestly didn’t know the full extent of what his magic was doing, yet she could feel herself being undone on some fundamental level.
The sensations filling her were beyond mortal comprehension, things no mere pony should have been able to experience. It was almost as if pain and pleasure had ascended and combined to make something new, something that was more akin to the divine, and it nearly broke her. Howling out, her scream resonating throughout the chamber, she tensed every muscle in her body and forced the unnaturally large foal from her depths.
There was no way for her to immediately tell how big the little stallion or mare was, but they felt absolutely massive - to the point that she swore she could feel her pelvis creaking with his passage. As with his or her marginally elder and substantially smaller siblings, the last foal’s passage devastated her with bliss. With a silent scream and tears of unfettered joy steaming down her face, she all but blacked out when her body was freed from her not-so-little one’s departure.
“It’s a filly!” Discord loudly proclaimed, lifting the utterly titanic youth.
“Uh…uh-huh…” she wearily replied, completely spent.
Being tired was nothing new, but the total exhaustion and full-body fatigue which settled upon her was in a league of her own - nevertheless, drifting in and out of consciousness, she turned her head and gazed upon her - no, their trio of infants. Never in a thousand years would she have guessed she’d give birth to not one, not two, but three draconequui, yet she’d conceived, gestated, and delivered them over the span of a mere afternoon.
“I…I wanna hold them,” she muttered.
Positively beaming, Discord levitated the trio of youths from their crib to her. Tired though she was, she wrapped her wings and forelegs around them and clutched them to her chest. She’d finally done it - after so many years of doing little more than dreaming, she’d achieved one of, if not her leading lifelong ambition of becoming a mother. As she smiled upon her young, more proud than she’d ever been, Discord reached out and affectionately caressed her head.
“Rest now,” he whispered, “you’ve earned it…”
Hearing his reassuring words was a spell in and of itself, practically hanging a weight on her eyelids. As she drifted off to sleep, lovingly holding her babs, she somehow knew everything would be alright - sure, the road ahead would be full of worries and unforeseen events that could and probably would stress her to no end, but that wasn’t important. So long as she had her family and her tall, charming, and playful mate, she knew everything was going to be alright…
