The massive white sphere in the Turgid Kingdom’s courtyard was hard to miss. It towered over the surrounding landing pads and guards on duty, its 30-ft diameter made it hard to miss, let alone the way the sun shone off its unnatural form, making it look alien to the general surroundings.

A covered walkway had been constructed from one area of its underside, and led across the courtyard and up the main steps, where it attached to a side-entrance, next to the massive main doors of the palace.

Inside the palace, the king was in console with several robed doctors.

“She is doing well,” claimed one. “As we mentioned previously, the number of babies had us very concerned for her health, but it looks as though all of them will be fine.”

“I never doubted your expertise,” nodded the king, a swish of black-and-white hair flicking across his forehead. “The health of my wife and our children is very important to me.”

“Understandable,” noted another doctor. “I will admit, I am still in awe she was able to carry all of them to full-term. I daresay, she defies a number of norms.”

“I can agree with you there,” chuckled Plenn. “But come, it is almost time.”

And with that, the group headed towards the covered walkway, before the sound of frantic hoofbeats echoed off the floor nearby.

“Your highness!” a teenage pony called out. Her long purple hair swished about as she clattered to a stop in front of the group, and bowed.

“Galena,” smiled the king. “I told you, you can just call me Plenn.”

“Sorry your hi-I mean, Plenn,” she blushed. “But you are king and all. Is it almost time?”

“Almost.”

“Can I please help? Please-please-pleeease?”

“When it’s over,” he smiled, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Mam will need some time to rest and care for the babies at first, but I promise, you will be one of the first to meet them all when they are ready.”

The young pony smiled, and gave him a big hug, which he returned in earnest.

“Mama and I are so happy for you both,” she smiled.

Plenn returned her smile, kissed her forehead, and then headed down the covered walkway, the medical staff accompanying him.

Soon, they had reached the covered area, attached to the underside of the massive sphere.

“Just give me twelve minutes with her,” said Plenn. “I won’t lie to you all, this…this is giving me chills.”

“Your lives are definitely going to change,” said one doctor. “But do not worry your highness, we are here for both you and the queen.”

Plenn nodded, and suddenly, a doorway materialized in the side of the sphere, and he walked on through.

Once inside, his hooves left the ground and he floated up, as the doorway disappeared behind him.

The inner dome of the sphere was awash in soothing sounds and glowing, soft colors. They almost lulled the nervous king into submission, but the hardening member under his royal dress reminded him of his reason for being there, as his eyes focused on his destination.

Suspended in the center of the environment, was Queen Mam Marella. Her body floated in the air, her long purple and pastel pink locks swishing about her head and shoulders. However, the most eye-catching sight, was the breasts and belly of the former space ranger.

Over 20 feet in diameter, her belly looked like the pony was attached to a weather balloon, while her equally impressive breasts also floated about. Each was at least a third the size of her belly, and sported a prominent nipple colored in a dark, silvery grey tone.

As Plenn drew closer, he could see her eyes were closed. He smiled as he saw the choker he had gotten her years ago, affixed around her neck, the colors in the room making it sparkle.

Carefully, he floated towards her face, and planted a kiss on her lips. Moments later, her big green eyes opened, and looked upon Plenn’s face.

“Hi Queenie,” he smiled.

“Hi Daddy,” she giggled. “Nervous?”

“Of course not. I-“

“I can see it on your face,” she smirked. “You really need to do a better job of hiding your emotions, your highness. Are we close?”

“Yeah. The doctors will be here soon. I just wanted a little time with you first. Galena sends her love.”

“That’s so sweet. I can’t wait to see her and Galopinea again,” smiled Mam.

“Galopinea is doing a wonderful job as the royal herald,” smiled Plenn. “she’s also been collecting all of the well-wishes and gifts for you and the babies, so you can read them later.”

“I’m so glad they’re a part of our lives now.”

“Me too. I did promise Galena she could meet you and the little ones when you’re all ready.”

“Mmm, what say we make her an honorary big sister?”

“I’ll have my aides draw up the paperwork this afternoon,” he smiled.

As her hand caressed his face, her expression wavered.

“I still can’t believe I’m going to be a mother. I still can’t even believe I’m a…a queen.”

“One day, it will all sink in.”

“Please tell me you aren’t going to spoil our children like your father spoiled you.”

“Come now, I’m pretty well-adjusted for being a king, and an elite.”

“Modesty, Plenn. You need to work on that. It’s one quality that I really want to see more of.”

“What about my friend?” He smiled, lifting up his robe, and flashing his cock at her.

“Daddy, you’re going to have to do a better job of keeping him out of sight,” said Mam, wagging a finger. “Has the royal seamstress made your new underwear as I requested?”

“Yeah, but it’s such a shame he can’t roam about, wild and free.”

“I don’t want him bouncing about now that you’re a father. Big boys need to keep their toys put away, for when the time is right.”

Suddenly, the sound of the doorway opening was heard. The king and queen grew quiet (and Plenn adjusted his robe) as six doctors in medical garb floated up to them.

“Your highness,” said one of them. “It is almost time.”

“Calculations show your body is set to deliver in three minutes,” another doctor noted to Mam.

Mam nodded, and took Plenn’s hands in her own.

“And the rest of the team?” Plenn asked the doctors.

“Outside the door,” said another one. “Pods have been prepared to take the infants to the cleaning station and nursery inside the palace.”

Plenn couldn’t help himself, and leaned in for another kiss, his golden eyes taking in his queen’s features, before her eyelids fluttered, and her body shuddered.

“Here we go,” she quietly said to her husband, seeing several of the staff float up, and disappear from view behind her enormous belly.

Plenn nodded, watching his wife close her eyes, and begin to breathe deeply.

Moments later, there was a cry from the far side of her belly…the first of many.

Queen Mam Marella’s first birth yielded 12 princesses, and 11 princes. In an unprecedented move, both the king and queen allowed the kingdom’s citizenry to view the infants a few weeks after they had been born.

Word of the births even brought forth a request for visitation by the Emperor’s daughter, Zircon. Eventually, she and the Queen formed a friendship that would carry on through the years.

Though busy as a mother and a queen, Mam soon sought to understand more about the Turgid Kingdoms ponies. She then championed a number of causes for mares, ponies, and fillies, winning her acclaim from all over.

At the request of her husband, she made appearances before the Imperial Senate, speaking out on a number of galactic causes, including one that was dear to her heart: improving the lives and livelihood of security and escort service personnel.

As the years passed, an additional 33 princesses and 28 princes were birthed, with some calling the royal family’s marriage “the most fruitful ever.”

Unknown to many, was that the queen had been chronicling her time in the Turgid Kingdom, in a series of hidden journals.

But what was contained in those pages, is a story for another time.

Author's Note

And thus, the story comes to an end.

The idea of Sweetie Belle in a Barbarella type Science Fiction story was a strange deviation, but I wanted to see if I could pull it off.

One idea near the end of the story, was borrowed from another story idea that I had thought about, but never went down the path to write. It would have involved Queen Chrysalis kidnapping Coral Leaf, and using his huge balls to fertilize an army to take over Canterlot. However, Apple Bloom and her friends rush to Coral’s rescue. Of course for this story, Applebloom and Chrysalis were replaced by Mam and Apphenia (though AB would not have disintegrated Chrysalis).

One idea, is that Sweetie Belle might actually be the author of these stories, possibly drafting ideas for it while in college, and the writing them once she graduated, leading to a side job as an author in later years. One could imagine her and Chrome Shield dressing up as these fictional characters in their 3rd or 4th year, though the outfits wouldn’t be as elaborate as in the story.

And that should do it. Going to take a short break, then review Sophomoric Sweetie Belle, and then get back to writing it, with the goal to finish it this year.

There is also potential for another series to begin…but I won’t fully know if I’ll commit to that until I finish Sophomoric, and do some more thinking.