Short Stories with Pregnant Ponies

by Kassaz

Rating: everyone
Tags: Slice of Life, Anthology, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 2718

Each story here uses the maximum word count of the Flashfic contest for that month, and each is about pregnancy in some way.

These are my stories entered in the monthly Flashfic contest. I like to take the prompt for each month and interpret it under a similar lens.

Each story is a cute glimpse into the life of a pregnant mare, in one way or another, as the prompt permits.

I commissioned the cover art by Jargon Scott. Some of these stories have been converted into one-page comics, linked from this blog post.

Published 2023-12-22 01:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-19 00:11:01 UTC

Uncharacteristic

Rarity stood in her showroom, organizing the dresses on display. She was interrupted by knocking on her door. “Coming, darling.”

It was Rainbow Dash, looking around nervously. “D-Do you have the stuff?” Rarity began to answer before Rainbow Dash shushed her. “Not so loud!”

She entered and Rarity sat, hovering an inconspicuous satchel into her forehooves. It contained foal clothes, for the foal in Rainbow’s belly. “Unisex colours only, darling. I made orange, green, and purple.”

Rainbow sat and took out two. “Aw, these are so cute, Rarity! Thank you!”

“You like girly stuff, Rainbow Dash?” Scootaloo said from the clothes hamper also holding Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. Rainbow and Rarity yelped. Cutie-Mark Crusader spies they weren’t.

Rainbow’s natural response was to dash off instantly, but she was much slower than usual. “Rainbow Dash?” Rainbow ignored Scootaloo the long and awkward way to the door, then slowly hovering away.

A Terrible Day to Have Eyes

Sweetie Belle stared into the abyss. To her horror, it stared back. In the distance, it felt distant anyway, she heard the gnashing of teeth, the grinding of hooves, and other sounds coming from a pony in pain. The abyss slowly filled past the point of overflowing, to reveal something that looked an awful lot like a pony. Its fur was sleek, and its hooves were covered in some strange substance, as was its horn. Sweetie had been told these were “feathers” but a pegasus this was not. She wanted to run away from this place, to frolic in the flowers and feel the warmth of Celestia’s sun, but her hooves wouldn’t move, and she couldn’t look away.

After witnessing this traumatizing affair, Rarity beckoned her, with a voice gentle and sweet, almost in ignorance of what had just happened “Sweetie, don’t you want to say hello to your nephew?”

They're Revolting!

Applejack lay on her front porch sunning, nearly asleep. Were she red like her brother, her twin pregnancy would’ve resembled a ripe apple but, with her orange coat, it could only be mistaken for a huge orange resting between her legs. It was further accentuated by her hat resting on it.

Apple Bloom had been in Ponyville all day, but now was running back home excitedly. “Sis, look at what I’ve got for ya!”

Applejack yawned to a weird yellow fruit held in front of her. “We’re kin to Oranges, but they’re ain’t any Bananas in our big ol’ family tree, sugarcube.”

After some pouting, Applejack relented and ate it. Then her hat was kicked, for a start; she grimaced. “Oh sweet nelly, they’re revolting!”

After some arguing, Apple Bloom relented and went to get her an apple. “This ain’t gonna happen to me when I have foals, is it?”

And Some Pain Too

Applejack felt like she’d been bucked in the gut. Really, she’d been bucked in the gut more than a few times in her life, and bucked in the gut a lot quite recently, and the pain she felt now wasn’t quite as bad as the former, unnoticeable compared to the latter. She lay on her side in the straw in one of the barns, the same barn in which she’d entered the world, and even feeling like an apple skin without much fruit in it couldn’t knock the smile off her face.

She looked at her deflated belly. For nearly an entire year, she’d looked at it, and wondered about the Apple therein. Now she had her answer. She looked past her postpartum body to again admire the newest member of the Apple family. Struggling to stand on wobbling legs, was a short and sweet little foal, a colt as green as Granny Smith and with hair as blond as that which framed Applejack’s vision.

He nearly fell flat on his face yet again, but she reached out her head to steady him, and marvelled at how her powerful neck and head were nearly the size of his entire little body. She let him stand on his own, and sweetly beckoned him into her embrace. He fell into her forelegs, and she hugged him tightly against her chest. The foal wasn’t crying, but she heard Big McIntosh and Apple Bloom were.

Now she had her son, and some pain too.

Cue the Fireworks!

Two unicorns, two pegasi, and an Earth pony stood before Pinkie Pie and her mystery box. She’d told them about her plans, vaguely, and they could tell by the pair of earmuffs gripping around her belly that it was going to be something loud. She knocked off the lid, contents still unseen, and took a match from her mane; she struck it along her hoof, and tossed it in the box before hopping away with a big smile. She nearly fell over when she reached them and stopped, because all of her didn’t stop moving until she fell over onto Applejack, who gave her a displeased look.

Then there was a line of fire out of the box and into the sky, followed by an explosion, followed by more lines and explosions, all blue.

“It’s a boy!” Pinkie shouted, but nopony would be able to hear her for several hours.

Here's the Plan

A purple unicorn was drawing a complicated collection of words and diagrams on a chalkboard, shifting her weight from side-to-side whenever she wasn’t walking around to adjust the dust. “So, once he graduates from Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, he can take on an apprenticeship. I’d take him under myself, but that would never be allowed.” Spike mumbled something and chuckled, but she was ignoring him.

“Then, he can get a job from her...” It all blurred together, and Spike shook his head to avoid passing out. “Uh, Twilight?”

“Yes Spike?” Spike stood, walking to spare her the effort. “Shouldn’t you at least wait until he’s born to plan for all of this?” Spike poked him for emphasis.

“Quit it.” Her magic swatted away his claw.

“What if he’s not a unicorn?” Twilight gave him a sombre glare. “That’s why there’s a decision matrix, Spike. Now help me.”

Spike groaned.

The Most Devastating Insult

Rarity lay on her back, in her chaise lounge, with a bucket of icecream on her pregnancy. A more appropriate spot would’ve been the nearby table, or even the floor, but empty buckets occupied those positions and more, making her resemble a mare who had finished furiously painting. Standing before her was Sweetie Belle.

“What’s wrong, Rarity?” Sweetie Belle didn’t really care, she just wanted some icecream; by now, she was accustomed to Rarity having her episodes, and for the past few months her behaving normally had become the episodes. If she could distract her long enough, she could scoop out some of the icecream before Rarity finished inhaling it.

Rarity started telling some long story about some hoity toity pony at a fashion show. “Then, he, he called me fa-a-aa-a-aaat!”

“You are fat.” Sweetie Belle was blunt.

Rarity started wailing again and, worse, eating out of Sweetie Belle’s bowl.

In the Garden

Applejack and Rainbow Dash were nose-to-nose, glaring at each other as they argued.

“Ya ain’t never grown nothin’, Rainbow! That’s one thing I got over ya!”

“Have too!”

“What have you ever grown? Yer house ain’t got any soil, on account of it being so high up in the sky!”

Rainbow Dash pulled her nose back, and smirked as she turned and gestured with her head towards her midsection, swollen with life. Applejack gave her that look.

“Havin’ a foal don’t count, and you know it, Rainbow!”

“A foal is a kind of fruit. A womb is a kind of garden.”

“Now I’d expect this kind of fancy-shmancy word games from Twilight, but not you, Rainbow!”

“Besides, having a foal is something I’ve got over you, then.”

Rainbow Dash stuck her tongue out and, after some effort, flew away. Applejack wanted the last word.

“This ain’t over you swollen feather-fer-brains!”

Leftover

“So, uh, is there any cake left?” Rainbow Dash looked around the room. On the table, where an entire triple-story cake had been minutes earlier, were only crumbs.

“It sure doesn’t look like it. Seems like all the cake’s right here.” Applejack poked Pinkie Pie, lying on her side asleep on the floor, or rather she poked the pink pony’s protrusion that was about the right size for an entire cake. Pinkie was snoring, very, very loudly.

“We left the room for just a few minutes!” Rainbow complained.

“Um, I found one piece, actually.” Fluttershy brought over a slice somehow spared, from a different table.

“So now the question is who gets it.” Rarity was to the point. “I’m watching my figure, so I’ll be fine without.”

When the four looked back at the slice, it was gone. Pinkie hadn’t moved.

“Well, it was her foal shower anyway.” Fluttershy mumbled.

Seashore

Two unicorns, two pegasi, four earth ponies, a dragon even, and a pony yet to be determined were having a fun day at the beach. Twilight Sparkle and Rarity enjoyed relaxing in the shade, Spike enjoyed watching Rarity relax in the shade, Rainbow Dash was scrounging up water for a nice cloud to adorn the sky, and Fluttershy paddled through the water with Pinkie Pie and the Apples. Pinkie, however, couldn’t be satisfied with simplicity, inflating a ball from her mane.

“Submarine spotted! Drop the bomb!” Pinkie threw the ball to land near Fluttershy, and made a surprisingly-realistic explosion noise as it landed; Apple Bloom giggled.

“Um, I don’t appreciate that, Pinkie. I’m not a submarine.”

“Every pregnant mare is a submarine, silly!”

Fluttershy realized playing along would work best. “Um, okay, you sunk me. Um, enemy zeppelin spotted.”

“Hey, I’m not a zeppelin!” Rainbow Dash yelled from her cloud.

Syrupy Sweet

Mrs. Cake yawned. She had long grown used to a baker’s early schedule, but occasionally wished she could sleep in. Well, the feeling was nothing coffee and fresh donuts wouldn’t wash away. She heard bumping around in the kitchen, and Carrot was shaving, so Cup Cake wasn’t surprised to see that Pinkie Pie had beat her to baking the day’s first treats.

Pinkie sat on her rump near the counter, and Cup noticed quite a few more treats missing from the first tray than was normal. That was before she saw the other trays, empty. Pinkie was pouring glaze into her mouth, straight from the bowl; it splattered on her large foal bump.

“You should cut back on the sweets, Pinkie. You don’t want to get gestational diabetes like I did with the twins.”

“But I do, because I want my foal to be super sweet!”

Cup rolled her eyes.

That Last Lingering Shred of Hope

Rarity could feel tears building up as she frantically ran her hooves through the simply gorgeous clothing before her. She had lain on her bed nearly half an hour ago, and the outfits hadn’t quite started out in a pile, but they were getting that way. This colour disqualified that outfit, an adorable little bonnet disqualified another, and the cutest little design she’d ever seen meant that outfit was also out of the running. She sniffled, and could feel her mascara beginning to run.

“I don’t think it matters, Rarity.” Sweetie Belle had thought Rarity would get over herself, but she should’ve known better.

“You don’t understand, Sweetie. I-I can’t see how I was caught completely by surprise, but I’m simply unprepared!”

“I don’t think he’ll mind wearing the filly clothes you made.” Sweetie Belle was getting tired of this.

“I didn’t know I was having a colt!” Rarity wailed.

Low Resolution

Spike looked out at the universe from a telescope. It was daytime, but he could still see the round moon hanging down above, and the sun was almost blinding to look at, but his dragon eyes helped. Princesses Celestia and Luna embodied the two spheres he was observing, and he wondered if they knew he was looking at them. Twilight had told him to study the stars and celestial bodies, so what better subjects than those two he already knew? His timing was impeccable, because he was about to watch an eclipse! The round sun passed in front of the even rounder moon. He’d have to write down this observation so he could tell Twilight later. He took a moment away from the view to snicker.

He was shocked to look back and see an unamused eye staring back. How could she have seen him all the way from Ponyville?

Just the Two of Us

Rarity relaxed deeper into the warm bath and its bubbles surrounding her. Only faint candle light illuminated her bathroom, but a mask covered her eyes regardless, and the quiet meant she was concerned only with the pleasant sensations of the warm water, and its luxurious smell. Every part of her was submerged, except for her head and the small island of her pregnancy jutting outwards midway through the tub.

Sweetie Belle hadn’t earned her name this week, accidentally setting her mane on fire during one of her little stunts, but that didn’t matter now. She was Applejack’s ~~problem~~ preoccupation, presently.

She sighed, but not in a tired way. “Ah, it feels so good to be alone.” A small earthquake struck the island, sending a tiny tidal wave at her face before calm returned.

“I mean, it feels good with just the two of us.” Her lips curled into a smile.

Knock It Off

“C’mon, knock it off.” Scootaloo sat before Rainbow Dash, who was keeping an eye on her poorly, meaning Scootaloo was playing in her den while Rainbow Dash slept on the couch.

Rainbow would’ve taken Scootaloo flying, or performed tricks while Scootaloo watched, but her late pregnancy sapped her vigor, so it was up to Scootaloo to make her own fun. Eventually, the fun included Rainbow’s sleeping form. Balanced on Rainbow’s barrel was one of Tank’s chew toys. Rainbow had already shown Scootaloo the ins and outs of her ins and outs, and Scootaloo got it in her head to see if she could make the foal do a trick.

Rainbow’s breathing was gentle, and neither of them moved, however. Scootaloo reared on the couch, and poked Rainbow’s belly with a hoof. “Knock it off, squirt.” Rainbow was asleep again before the last syllable.

“She’s not even trying.” Scootaloo complained, misunderstanding.

skintight bodysuit

In the Carousel Boutique there were the beginnings of a one-pony fashion show. Tight clothes were in this season, and Rarity knew a bodysuit would knock the horseshoes off the competition, accentuating her curves and every nook and cranny. The only issue was wearing it.

Rarity loved her darling son, and watching him grow over the months had been delightful beyond words, but his presence in her belly made tight clothing infeasible. Sucking him in was impossible, lying on her back only crushed her organs like a corset, and magically enlarging the suit would be a bad idea once it shrunk back down around her.

She lay on her side with the suit hugging her rear and unable to stretch past the widest part of her barrel; she sighed. Turning to her belly in defeat, she told him “I’m going to dress you in the cutest outfits I can make.”

Love, Ambushed By

Rarity had known she loved her son from the moment she’d learned he existed; really, even before then she’d loved the idea of him. It had been exhilarating to know she carried within herself half of her children, who would continue their lineage in the same way she would; the day she found their other half had been one of the best days of her life, next to the day on which she married him. Today, however, threatened to eclipse them. After nearly a year of waiting, she held him not between her legs in her belly, but between her legs lying with her on a bed. His hooves and horn were still covered in feathers, and they were staring at each other. He had so many of his and her features in him; he was gorgeous.

She didn’t even know his name yet, but she knew she loved him.