Pound parked the first baby carriage at the top of the ramp before the entry to the Crystal Castle. Pushing the stroller was annoying but he was just happy that both Sweet and Sour were asleep inside. Both his parents and his sister stayed with the other stroller at the bottom debating whether to get out the fussing boys, Salty and Spicy.

Just then the great doors parted to reveal I sharply dressed yellow crystal pony.

“Hi, Lumen,” greeted the twins in unison.

“Greetings,” he bowed curtly before stepping aside. “Please come in, Cakes one and all.”

He gestured into the hall as the family entourage slogged and trickled in over the threshold with all the chaos of a large expanding family. A pair of servants closed the doors behind them.

“I hope you journey was pleasant. Princess Flurry Heart and her parents express their sincerest regrets at not being able to welcome you themselves but they are presently in Canterlot to attend Prince Midnight Meteorite’s cute-ceñera. But I'm here to answer your questions and show you around your new home and workplace. Don't worry about your things, they're already on their way to your living space. Please come this way.”

Lumen turned like a carved figurine in a glockenspiel and started down the hall. The group followed briskly in his wake. Pound held Spicy on his back in his wings, his attitude already improving. Cup pushed Salty in the stroller.

Pumpkin turned back to her mother. “Oh, did I tell you that Barley is pregnant again?

“You don't say,” laughed Cup. “I wonder if their new foal will have the same birthday as yours. We'll have to get together more in the future so your kids can play.”

“Yeah, especially the ones overlapping in age. They're practically twins in that way.”

Lumen turned around to face the group and walked backwards. “I know the younger two are more or less familiar with the castle already so I suppose the tour is more for your parents.”

He stopped in front of a double door and promptly pushed it open wide for everyone to look inside. He walked in a short distance and looked back at the group again. “This is the nursery you'll want to take full advantage of our 24-hour child care because we really do mean it. Anytime you need it someone will be here to watch your foals.

Pound and pumpkin turn to each other with impossibly wide grins and exchanged high hooves. This was going to be a game changer for them. They knew that Parenthood was going to be a serious adjustment but going from zero to four kids was a little ridiculous. They deserved more breaks than they got.

“You can't just drop them off every single time they have a dirty diaper," grumbled their mother, sensing their jubilation. “I won't let you.”

“Mom, we're just excited to maybe get a little bit of sleep again. If we can get them all to bottle feed we can just leave a whole bunch of milk in the nursery and then maybe I could drop off the foals from time to time and have a few nights where I won't have to keep waking up all night to feed them.”

“If you get them all to bottle feed then Pound can help more too in the night,” suggested Carrot.

“Yeah,” sighed the colt as they trailed out of the room.

“Yeah there's four of them," continued Carrot. “But some things are easier now. Wait till they start galloping all over the place.”

“At least none of them are magic users or flyers,” replied Pumpkin.

“That's true,” he nodded. Definitely another level of trouble. Especially if you get a precocious one.”

Their guide spoke up again as they forged ahead. “Though you are also technically staff here, the castle staff has been instructed to treat all of you as extended family of the royals.”

He led them through the empty dining hall and through a swinging door. “And here we are… The kitchen where you will be working as the royal bakers.”

The room was empty of workers at the moment, spotless and as big as their old bakery plus the two other buildings on their block. There was probably at least ten of everything. Sinks, ovens stoves. There were two big walk-in fridges and two pantries.

“I've heard you've already explored our kitchen out of curiosity so we won't dawdle.”

“Oh yeah,” agreed Carrot “State of the art place you got here. A few notches above anything we've ever dealt with but we'll get used to it. His eyes scanned down the row of countless gas range grates for pots and pans of every size. “We've always stressed quality over quantity but here we can do both.”

“I have no doubt,” said Lumen, swiping his hoof across the stainless steel countertop. “We have most everything you could possibly need in the castle kitchen but should you require something more just tell us and we'll order it.” He paused to look at each one of them individually.

“Well now, why don't we go take a look at your living quarters.”

Flurry Heart and Midnight Meteorite paced back and forth on top of the highest flat roof of Canterlot Castle. They always inevitably ended up there whenever she visited; it was like their version of a treehouse. They watched the little forms of servants far below as they finished setting up for his big day.

“Next time you come to the Crystal Empire during the summer we need to go to the water park,” began Flurry, hopping from one merlon to the next. “They're going to open up a new slide this year. It's supposed to be the fastest one in the world. You have to sign a waiver to ride it because you hit the water at faster than terminal velocity and if you don't do it right you explode on impact.”

The one and only blue alicorn prince walked beside her with an incredulous look. “That doesn't sound right. I don't think they'd stay in business very long if ponies exploded on their slides.”

“Okay maybe they don't explode,” she conceded. “But it's still really fast. There's lots of girls there too. We could find you a cute crystal pony fillyfriend.” She gasped suddenly and hopped down in front of him, causing him to skid to a stop. “Hey, it's your cute-ceñera today, you know what that means?”

“I get to eat cake and have presents?” he shrugged.

“Yeah but you know what else? What's even better… probably?”

Midnight scratched his head as the gears turned inertly in his brain. Flurry looked dramatically over her shoulder and in all directions before continuing.

“You get to rut.”

His eyebrows went up. “Rut, y-you mean like… sex?”

“Yep, it's traditional. Haven't you heard? You have your cute-ceñera and then you rut afterwards.”

“Are you sure? I've never heard of that from anyone.”

“I'm sure,” she nodded. “The adults won't tell you about it though because you're supposed to learn it from your friends at school. Almost everyone I know did it after their party.”

“Did you?”

Her face darkened for a moment. He knew what happened on that day. It was reasonable to assume that nothing of the sort occurred. “Well, no,” she answered.

“Have you ever?”

“No. But if you want to stick to cute-ceñera tradition you’d better figure it out before the end of the party. You don't have a fillyfriend so you'll just have to find someone. I bet there will be lots of girls at your party that would love to. Got any ideas?”

His eyes dropped to the roof beneath his hooves. “Uh, no, not really.”

“I don't believe you,” she smirked. “You're old enough to have thought about it. It's that Moonduster girl isn't it?”

Midnight blushed.

“I can set you up,” she boasted. “This’ll be easy.”

“I, um… well… I don't know about that but we're probably going to need to get dressed up soon.”

“Yeah, but let's go down and preview your party first," posed Flurry, already hovering in the air.

Midnight followed her, swooping down to the lawn. There were games of all sorts from bocce ball and croquet to cornhole and tetherball. They went inside the big pop-up tent where all the catering would be.

“Is this your cake?” asked Flurry, pointing to a big silver cover on the main table.

“Looks like it,” answered Midnight. He levitated the cover up so that they could take a peek. It was indeed a wide double tier cake with white frosting. On the top it was adorned with Midnight's brand new cutie mark, a lightning bolt striking with a burst of magical sparkles. It was a harmonious blend of his parents’ cutie marks.

Midnight swiped his hoof along the edge of the cake to scoop up a blob of frosting which he promptly licked up.

“Hey, I want some,” said Flurry, who quickly scooped up her own blob.

Midnight went back for seconds and then dropped the cover with a clatter. They giggled at one another before fleeing the scene.

The two alicorns played tetherball while servants brought out kegs of drinks and loaded charcuterie boards. Princess Twilight's best friends showed up early and then the foals went to change for the party.

Guests began to trickle in at Canterlot Castle. It quickly became the biggest cute-ceñera in history or at least since Flurry Heart’s just over a year ago. It was every bit as grandiose as a coming-of-age party for the son of Twilight Sparkle and Flash Sentry should be.

Although he was three years younger, Flurry's little cousin, Midnight, had been her other best friend for nearly as long as the Cake Twins. And though they lived far apart they were always very excited to see one another. When they did they always picked right up where they left off. He'd missed her cute-ceñera due to illness but at least she got to enjoy his.

Midnight made sure to greet each of his friends as he saw them arrive but usually stayed around Flurry. They were just beginning to sample some of the other games when Twilight came up to them with a dour looking expression.

“Midnight, honey, I have some bad news. I just received word that Moonduster won't be able to come today.”

The Colt froze with the bean bag in his hoof. “Why not?” he groaned in disappointment.

“Her mom says she's been grounded for one too many detentions at school.”

Midnight deflated visibly. “Ugh… that figures. But she was supposed to be in the matchmaking maze too. Now the teams are uneven.”

“Well, hey,” began Twilight thoughtfully. “Maybe your cousin Flurry could fill in.” Twilight turned to the now reeling filly. “Flurry, I know you didn't sign up to do it but would you be willing to play the matchmaking maze just to make it even?”

Flurry made a woeful grimace as unpleasant memories began to swirl in her head at the suggestion. She had helped them plan out the game but if she were to play it she would be just as blind and helpless as anyone else playing. From experience she knew she had a high probability of failure but it wasn't her special day, it was Midnight’s. Failure for her would be embarrassing but it couldn't be any worse than last time she supposed.

Twilight's face fell sensing her niece's hesitation. “You know what it's fine, Flurry I can maybe find someone else but-”

“I can do it,” she agreed warily, unable to shake the feeling that it was just a bad idea.

The cousins played most of the games together or with others and gorged themselves on party food. Twilight made a speech before the cake cutting and then it was time for the now infamous matchmaking maze.

Flurry sighed as she stood at the maze entrance to receive the blinding and mute spells. Looking down the short line of fillies she couldn't help but notice that she seemed to be the oldest one there. They were all probably still in middle school like her cousin. How old were the colts, she wondered. Was it weird for her to be doing this with them? She was only two or three years older maybe but at their age it did make a difference.

She'd helped them model this event almost verbatim from the one at her party but maybe it could use a few tweaks. Maybe after showing up at two high-profile cute-ceñeras this matchmaking thing would become a whole phenomenon and show up at cute-ceñeras or other events all over Equestria. Was midnight hoping that he and Moonduster would just happen to find each other in the maze? Or maybe he had plans to rig the event too. He was falling into the same trap that she had. It was strange though, even without his supposed crush here, he was still playing.

Flurry's vision became black and swirly as the spell came over her. She held her hoof up in front of her face but couldn't even see a silhouette. Maybe this would be an interesting way to meet someone new, she hoped optimistically. That was never her intention for herself when she invented it but she supposed that was its use now.

The bell tolled once and the fillies started forward. They bottlenecked at the entrance bumping into one another and staggering about. The gaggle broke up and they filtered into the hedge maze leaving Flurry a bit disoriented.

She felt a sting of panic as she sensed everyone galloping ahead of her. Then she remembered just how difficult it actually was to find a partner in the maze before. They weren't going to steal all the colts; she wasn't really in competition with them. She just needed to be lucky.

Flurry didn't have a plan, only a goal, to find a partner and not end the game alone again. It didn't matter who she found but without a scheme she was left meandering about in the dark as helpless as everyone else. Her hoof clipped the corner of a marble slab, no doubt the base of some art. The Canterlot Castle maze didn't have a central focal point like the one in the Crystal Empire. Instead it had statues and artwork scattered all throughout.

She dragged a forehoof along the wall as she walked, feeling for openings or colts. She made a right turn and then heard hoofsteps of someone doubling back her way before feeling them brush past her in a narrowly avoided collision.

Flurry continued onward, occasionally hearing flourishes of muffled rustling or more hoofsteps of fillies frantically trying to pair off with someone mysterious just out of reach. Once again she was having trouble finding anyone and it was quickly beginning to feel like another lost cause. Her brain switched from trying to win to trying to console herself over her seemingly inevitable failure. Take solace in the fact that it isn't your cute-ceñera, she thought to herself. She wasn't in the spotlight here, Midnight was and she was just here doing a good deed. It didn't matter. It was fine. There would be plenty of other losers to commiserate with. Though all the words in her head were true she was still disappointed in her heart.

The one minute warning rang out but she didn't flinch. Flurry made a left turn and began waving her hoof out in front of her, batting at the air. There was no one there. She put her leg back down, hung her head and sighed in lamentation. There were just seconds left now before the final bell.

She turned expecting to run her head into the wall of leaves but was surprised to find an opening. Then she was surprised again when she ran into something that wasn't a bush. No, not something, someone.

Flurry gasped silently but quickly began to probe around the ground with her hoof. She stroked the other pony’s leg, catching on a metal bracelet. Confirmed, it was a colt. Her heart skipped a beat. She did it. She found one. Was he alone?

His hoof extended to caress the necklace around her neck just as the last bell rang. No more time. Flurry put her lips together and leaned forward as quickly and gently as she could. She wasn't leaving the maze empty hooved this time.

They didn't miss. Their lips melted together like they were made for each other. She felt a thrilling spark like the drop of a rollercoaster and then a blast of hot breath. The fog lifted from her vision and she opened her eyes. They parted slowly and came into focus. She was an alicorn. He was an alicorn.

Shining and Twilight watched from the lawn with slack-jawed ambivalence over their foals sharing a very romantic looking kiss.

“Flurry should probably just stop participating in these,” groaned Shining.

“I do bear some responsibility for this. I knew it was a calculated risk when I asked her for help but I thought it would be safe. Apparently this game has an improbably high chance of related pairings.”

“This game is the white elephant gift exchange of cute-ceñeras.”

Flurry and Midnight exited the maze together but with red faces which only deepened as the guests applauded their success. Not many participated but there was also one other couple. Their parents consoled them afterwards in secret but neither appeared that upset. It certainly wasn't comparable in devastation to Flurry's game. Everyone there just thought it was kind of funny and cute. The strange thing was that it wasn't really the fact that they kissed that was embarrassing; it was that they did it in front of everyone.

The two received their prizes and posed for a picture. Then they returned to the party but kept on thinking about that moment in the maze. The kiss was inexplicably exciting. Flurry had never felt anything like it. How had such a feeling come through her cousin. It had to mean something and she wanted more of it.

It was nearing the end of the party and it was time for the Wonderbolts show. Music boomed over the crowd as the pegasi soared overhead, leaving colorful smoke trails across the sky. Flurry found midnight in the crowd strangely alone for the moment as everyone's attention was diverted. Saying him there totally defenseless and all the days events boggling around in her brain culminated in a bold almost feral idea. She looked up with him but lean to the side to speak in his ear.

“Hey, you find a filly yet?”

“What? He looked at her with a quizzical expression before realizing what she meant as his brain replayed the conversation they'd had before the party. “Oh,” he laughed. “No.” His eyes went back to the sky.

“Well I found one for you if you're interested.”

He looked back at his cousin who was still casually watching the show. Surprised by the out of nowhere prospect, his brain was suddenly going a million miles an hour. “You- you did?”

“Yeah.”

“Who?” He looked around to see if she'd had the tenacity to bring this supposed candidate with her but he didn't see anyone.

“Me. What do you think? You only get one cute-ceñera and we won the matching game. It's like fate.”

He blinked. “You? But we're cousins, isn't that kind of weird?

“Trust me I've seen much weirder. Everyone clapped when we kissed, remember? We don't have to.”

It was weird to just be propositioned like this out in public but no one else could hear them over the music. His insides trembled with fear and excitement. “What if someone wonders where we are?”

This was it. He was down for it. Flurry tried to smother the grin on her face. “It can take as long or short as you want.”

Her words sent shivers down his spine. Cousins or not this was an opportunity that he felt like he'd regret for the rest of his life if he passed it up. His eyes darted back and forth like they were plotting a murder in broad daylight. “Okay… right after the show.”

The two of them tried to put their full focus into enjoying the aerial spectacle overhead. At the end of the finale when everyone was looking up and applauding in excitement, Midnight disappeared with Flurry in a flash. The two reappeared in a cramped room with crates and boxes and things hidden under

“Where are we?” shrugged Flurry.

“This is where we store all the artwork and furniture that's out of rotation. It’s secluded and no one comes in here unless it's time to redecorate for the next season.”

Intrigued, Flurry eyed a sofa-shaped sheet draped against the wall behind him. “You had this spot already picked out, didn't you?” she laughed. “I knew you were already thinking about this stuff.”

He blushed and averted his eyes. “If we went to my room I would be afraid someone might check for me there.”

“That's a good point,” she nodded remembering that she hadn't had that thought when conspiring to do this in a very similar situation. A bathroom was a super easy bet though as long as they were quiet.

“We could probably use one of the guest bedrooms,” he mused. “But I don't know which ones are safe right now. Is this okay.”

“Works for me. We should probably get going though if you want to get back soon.”

“Yeah,” he exhaled nervously. Then suddenly something occurred to him. “Hold on, what about pregnancy?”

“Don't worry I've got it covered.” Flurry took the satchel off of her neck and rifled through it with her magic. She pulled out a tiny vial full of clear liquid, uncorked it and downed it without even looking.

“Is that birth control?” he asked in amazement.

“Yep. Now we can do whatever without worry.”

“Did you steal it from your parents or the store?”

“Neither. I got it from a friend at school a long time ago. You should network more.”

“A long time ago and you just happen to have it now do you carry it around everywhere?”

“Well sort of… You never know when you might need it. I don't want to miss out because I forgot it. Today was its big day just like it's your big day. She leaned in closer to him until they were almost muzzle to muzzle.

“So you ready or what?”

Why did she seem so much more confident than him? True, she had more experience but only up to a point if she was telling the truth. Midnight swallowed and nodded with wordless approval.

Flurry shut her eyes and closed the distance between them very slowly so as not to surprise him. He put his lips together to receive the tiniest softest peck that still sent lightning straight to his loins.

Now that they'd connected, Flurry began to deepen their kiss. He followed along with heart pounding, lips beginning to knead hers. She moaned softly and it sounded like music to his ears. In a serious escalation, her tongue slipped inside his mouth. His eyes bulged open for a moment but he let her stay, even meeting her with his own tongue.

Flurry opened her eyes briefly and whipped the sheet right off of the ghost sofa with her magic. Underneath was a wide moss green upholstered seat with an ornately carved wooden frame. It could have been a hundred years old but it didn't matter, in this moment it was perfect. She advanced forward pushing him with her kiss. She had three years on him and was a few hairs taller. His hind legs tucked under him as he backed up submissively into the cushion. Adding a bit of force with her hooves she threw him back into a sitting position exposing his underside and his fully standing cock.

She didn't ask or wait for him to catch his breath. She face planted straight between his legs in a feverish trance. Midnight gasped as he felt his length squeeze through his cousin's lips and into the warm embrace of her mouth. Something else had taken over her, an amalgamation of backed up sexual fantasies was spurring Flurry forward without recourse. Things she'd heard about from friends, things she'd wanted to do to her old coltfriend, things she thought she made up herself and wondered if they would be any good in practice. She had so many questions and desires that couldn't be satiated in one encounter here with her cousin.

But through all of the hormonal noise she never lost sight of what really brought her here: experiencing this with Midnight felt so incredibly right.

Flurry sank her mouth down on him until his dripping flare hit the back of her throat. She bobbed her head up and down, her tightly sealed lips squeaking on his tender skin with every switch of her direction.

Midnight swore under his breath as his cousin got her bearings on how to blow him. Her unhoned slurping was the best thing he'd ever felt in his life.

His hind legs quivered at her beckon. She loved having a mouthful of his meat in her mouth and making him squirm like this was fun but another more powerful instinct was calling. She needed him inside her now. She pulled off of him abruptly with a long string of saliva and reared up on the lip of the sofa to look him in the eyes.

“Lay down,” she ordered breathlessly.

He did as she asked without hesitation and slid down to his back on the cushions. His cock stood up, more inviting than ever on his prone form. Flurry hopped up onto the sofa and stood above him while straddling his body. He looked up at her with wild anticipation. Was this it? The big moment? They were going to do it. Sex.

Flurry crouched down carefully atop his barrel and smothered his muzzle with hers. Her dripping pussy lowered to kiss the underside of his colthood, slickening its length with her juices. Eyes closed and still kissing, Flurry reached a hoof down between them to grope for his dick. She grabbed underneath and began trying to push him up into her. He came to resistance, prodding her off the mark, his entry frustratingly thwarted. Was she too high on him? She inched down a bit and tried again but was still having trouble. She was definitely wet enough. That wasn't the issue.

Flurry began to panic and wonder if perhaps she should have let him take her in the conventional standing up position, short as he was. They could have figured it out. Just when she was about to break their kiss to look, his head slipped triumphantly through her lower lips. She set down on him, feeling herself fill up. Sublime. Their kiss staggered with groans as they had a mutual carnal epiphany. Their bodies were united in indescribable euphoria. All he could think was how warm she was inside.

Flurry began to rock, pushing him in and out, keeping their lips locked together. Their impassioned vocalizations became louder as she found the rhythm. Unable to hold himself back, Midnight grabbed his cousin's bouncing flanks and began to thrust up into her. Her teeth surrendered his bottom lip and she cried out. She lifted her head and began to ride him rougher in retaliation.

Her hoof went back down between their pelvises to attend to her clit. Having his dick pumping into her was the missing piece of pleasure that she didn't know was missing from her life. She began to rub herself, bringing the sensation to a whole new level. She stared vacantly into the blankness of the covered bureau in front of her, brain clouding, hips keeping time like the ticking of a clock.

Midnight grunted as his pounding reached a fever pitch. The cosmic pull of her pussy was maddening. Even hilting himself under her weight again and again it was like he still couldn't get deep enough. He wanted her to crush him. He wanted to leave bruises on her ass.

He gritted his teeth and squeezed her flanks even tighter as his pleasure rose impossibly higher. Pressure was building quickly between his legs. Their shameless cries dampened in the labyrinth of cloaked furniture.

Flurry's hips seized, unable to articulate, only her flanks squeezed feebly around his pistoning cock as ecstasy washed over her. Her body scrunched as she whimpered helplessly in her throes.

Midnight continued to pound, looking into his cousin's contorted face. It was beautiful and struck a resonating chord in the most primal part of his brain. He grunted in surprise as his release came. His balls heaved beneath the curtain of her tail. He let out a shaky breath as he filled her with his seed. His orgasm tapered off, leaving him floating, blissfully satisfied.

Quick, dirty and stupid. Flurry slumped down on top of him sighing heavily, her hot breath tickling his ear enough to make it twitch.

He was still buried inside her, softening slowly, cum beginning to drip out onto his balls. Whenever this couch made it out into the parlor again he'd be reminded of this moment every time he saw it.

“How was that?” she panted.

His hooves slipped from her flanks to his sides. “We should keep doing this,” he murmured, staring up at the ceiling.

“Yeah,” she agreed. “You felt it too, didn't you?”

“Huh?”

“Back in the maze, when we kissed… It felt like you discovered something like you found something or someone that you needed.”

“I thought that was just how a first kiss was,” he pondered.

“No, it was different. I never felt that before.”

“I'll have to take your word for it but for what it's worth I like kissing you.” - - -

Flurry and Midnight only managed to have sex once during her visit to Canterlot Castle. That one time being at the end of his party. Although they did have one late night trist where they messed around but abstained from full on rutting due to not having any more birth control.

They went back to their lives and in the following weeks the two found themselves pining for one another, not just for the other's company but also another steamy encounter of the carnal variety. They spent their spare moments daydreaming about all the things they wished to do to each other, even going so far as to send secret letters describing their ideas and fantasies for their next meeting.

It was around this time that Flurry was inexplicably stricken with a rash of nausea and vomiting. She missed several classes at academy, having to lay down in the infirmary. Her symptoms had her mystified until she recalled the often overlooked malady of morning sickness.

Once the idea had taken root in her head, her paranoia began to grow over her condition. Flurry acquired a pregnancy test through her connections at school and took it as soon as she went home for the weekend.

“What the hell?” she blasted. “I was responsible; I used birth control.”

She retrieved her little growing box of contraband out of her bedroom closet. She still had two other identical vials of the same concoction she'd taken back at Midnight's cute-ceñera before rutting him senseless in the storage room. She picked one up with her magic and refreshed her memory of the instructions on the back.

“Female contraceptive,” she muttered. “Take entire bottle orally within one hour of sex. I did that,” she growled. “I will sue-” her eyes then fell on the little stamped date at the bottom. All three bottles she'd procured shared the same expiration date which had passed months ago. “These things are only effective for a year,” she whispered. “I screwed up.”

The reality of the situation came crashing down on her like a felled tree. This was really bad for so many reasons. She needed immediate counsel and there was only one pony she could talk to about it.

Flurry poked her head in through the door of the conservatory to find her mother alone at the table reading a book amongst the plants.

The knot in the pit of her stomach continued to swell as she slipped inside and shut the door. “Um… mom?” She began, slinking up to her. “I have some… interesting news to share with you.”

“Huh?” mumbled Cadance without looking up from her story.

Flurry paused, momentarily concerned that she wasn't giving this coming revelation the attention it demanded. Then again, maybe that was perfect.

“I'm pregnant.”

Her eyes flicked up at her daughter with a flash of shock which quickly floundered into inert skepticism. “No you're not. How do you even know?”

“I took a pregnancy test,” she spat indignantly. She floated the positive test right in front of her mother's face.

Cadance's eyes focused on the reading, confirming what she refused to believe. She looked back at her stone-faced daughter with renewed panic and a head full of nightmare scenarios. She didn't even have a coltfriend. Who could have possibly- She didn't want to know but she needed to know.

She dropped the book on the table. “Who is the father?” she asked desperately.

“Well that is the really interesting part,” her daughter laughed nervously.

“Flurry,” she pleaded for brevity.

The filly gritted her teeth. “Well it- it’s Midnight.”

Cadance's eyes widened. “Your thirteen year old cousin, Midnight?”

“Yeah.”

The scandal. How could they? They were royals and so young and cousins. Well this sort of thing actually wasn't completely unheard of. It was really their ages and the fact that they weren't married.

Cadance exhaled with puffed out cheeks. “I cannot believe you did this. This is definitely not an ideal situation but it could be much worse. He might be your cousin but he's a prince who's close to your age so his relation to you actually makes it better than just some random, no account colt from school or wherever.”

“Wow, mom, what exactly are you trying to say?”

“You didn't think to use birth control?” her mother chastised bluntly.

“I did but it was expired,” blurted the filly.

Cadance sighed with frustration. “You know what we have to do now, don't you?”

Flurry grimaced. “Ugh… Yeah… Does it have to be a big thing though?” - - -

In all its history, Canterlot Castle had never seen a grander event. The castle was packed. The surrounding streets were flooded with every creature under the sun. Equestria had never beheld a marriage between two alicorns before and the country, along with the rest of the world, turned out in droves to witness the monumental event.

“This is completely insane,” whimpered Flurry Heart before her dressing room mirror. Suddenly she was center stage in what felt like the most important thing to have ever happened and it was all because two horny teens fucked in a closet.

“I don't think I can do this,” she swallowed.

Cadance leaned over her, making eye contact with her through the mirror. “But you love Midnight, don't you?”

“Yes,” she breathed.

“And you want to marry him, right?”

“Yes but why am I getting up in front of the entire world when I'm this pregnant so I can marry my fourteen year old cousin?”

“Sweetie, the world isn't here to gawk at you. This is a very special moment for everyone and they just want to be part of it. When you get out there and see him for the first time, don't take your eyes off of him. Just believe that the only ones there are us and him.”

Flurry exhaled slowly to steel her resolve. “Okay.”

Midnight paced anxiously in front of his mother in her room. “How can I get married?” he finally blurted. “I'm like half the age you were when you got married. Just because she's pregnant? Can that really be a good idea?”

“Hold still,” said Twilight, attempting to straighten his sash with her magic. Then she hugged him.

“Midnight, you get to marry your best friend today,” she countered. “That's amazing. I know you're both traditionally very young for marriage. But you know what makes you different from the rest? You've known each other your whole lives and have so much shared history. I didn't know your dad for fourteen years when we got married; I only knew him less than three. Most ponies who get married haven't even known each other for half of what you and Flurry share.”

“I- I guess so but this big royal wedding and having a foal together. It feels like I really need to be an adult now and I don't know if I can.”

She put a hoof under the little alicorn’s chin. “I know. Marriage is about sacrifice and compromise which can be difficult to get used to. But this isn't your coronation, it's just a big party to celebrate your love. You have plenty of time to figure that out and don't worry about the foal, you have so many very smart and compassionate ponies in your life that will support you with anything you need to become an amazing parent, husband and eventually… an adult.” - - -

Royal fanfare played as Shining walked her daughter down a gauntlet of statue-like guards cutting a swath through the seated crowd of closest friends, family and VIPs. Flurry's mother and her dapper little groom waited at the altar, smiling down at her. Pumpkin, her promised matron of honor, stood off to the side with the six bridesmaids, half of which were also fillies.

Flurry and her father parted all too soon and she joined her regally dressed groom with golden buttons on his chest and shimmering pauldrons on his shoulders.

Cadance looked expectantly at the both of them as the lovers gazed nervously into each other's eyes. “Friends and family,” she began cordially. “I will keep this short. Your wedding day and the birth of your first foal are supposed to be separate events after all.”

The audience laughed.

“Mom,” groaned Flurry.

Cadance gushed with joy over the union of her daughter and nephew although it was bittersweet for her and Shining. The two exchanged vows and kissed just like they had practiced, a little irreverent and a little on the long side.

There came a cacophonous roar of cheers over a triumphant orchestral score written especially for the occasion. They departed all smiles down the aisle under a hale of confetti and raucous accolades. - - -

The young ones made it through their grandiose and long-winded wedding reception and that night got to stay together in Midnight's room. Tomorrow they'd be on a train to Vanhoover for their honeymoon but tonight they had a cozy stay at home. They could do whatever they wanted.

Flurry came in from the bathroom to find her new husband passed out and snoring on the bed. She yawned and shambled over to him, fighting to keep her eyes open.

“Hey,” she grunted, shaking him feebly back to consciousness.

He groaned and looked up at her.

“I know you're tired; I am too but you don't actually want to be celibate on your wedding night, do you?”

“No,” he yawned back at her. He slapped his own cheek for motivation and then reached out to her.

Flurry laid down beside him with a listless expression and pushed her muzzle unceremoniously into his. Their lips wrestled, their tongues tangled wearily but their bodies responded regardless.

Midnight reached a foreleg down for a hoofjob, spreading her open and smearing her juices around with one hoof. She moaned quietly as she felt his cock growing quickly against her tremendous stomach. They hadn't the energy to belabor the foreplay. She was ready, he was ready. They'd fulfill the prophecy of the wedding night cliche and then immediately pass out, probably without even pulling out.

Flurry rolled onto her back and spread her hind legs. Midnight crawled upon her on just his forehooves. Keeping himself propped up he arched his back to make room for her belly. His tip slipped easily into her folds and all the way in. The heat radiating from her pussy was practically overwhelming tonight, keeping him static for a moment while he just absorbed it. He felt her warmth and her wetness across his whole midsection. Before beginning to pump, he looked down and was surprised to see his wife's horrified saucer eyes.

“I think my water just broke,” she declared.

Midnight withdrew from her quickly and looked down to find that the bed was soaked and so was he.

A surge of adrenaline and panic ripped through him. “Uh, yeah, um, okay, stay here, I'll get our parents.” He vanished from the room in a flash of magic.

Flurry touched her stomach as a contraction began to hit. She could only think about the prophetic opening joke her mom had made at the ceremony. As it turned out their day was only half over. - - -

“Something's wrong,” fretted Shining Armor as he paced circles in the waiting room. “It doesn't usually take this long.”

“You only had one, Shining,” argued his wife.

“Yeah but I also remember when Twili was born,” he retorted.

“Nothing's wrong, Shining. They would have told us if something was wrong… I think.” Unsure of her own claim Cadance looked at Twilight who shrugged back at her.

“Well it is almost a month premature and she isn't a full grown mare,” added Twilight thoughtlessly.

Shining put his hooves over his eyes and whimpered.

“Not helpful,” sighed Cadance.

Flash shot out of his chair when he saw the door finally swing open.

A nurse emerged and looked their way with a smile. “Okay, your grandfoals are ready to meet you now.”

“Wow, we're suddenly so old now,” quipped Flash, leading the charge into the hall.

“Grandfoals,” repeated Cadance. “So it was two.”

“Or maybe even more suggested” Twilight with huge eyes.

The nurse led them into an open room and the four of them practically bottlenecked in the doorway to get in. They let out a communal gasp when they saw Flurry on her hospital bed, looking haggard but relaxed. She held a brand new swaddled foal sleeping in her forelegs. Midnight sat in a chair beside her holding a matching one in his.

He spoke up with a tired smile. “Everyone, this is Prince Duskheart Starshine and that's Princess Dawnheart Starshine.”

The horde of elated grandparents swarmed around them, squealing in joy. Twilight and Flash took the young princess while Shining and Cadance took the prince to fawn over.

“They're so beautiful!”

“Two more natural alicorns; this is crazy.”

“Their faces look just like you but their coats are just like Twili”

“Dusk, dawn and twilight are all very similar parts of the day.”

“Their names are perfect.”

Cadance gazed lovingly into the little pair of closed eyelids reflecting on what a momentous day this was for everyone. “Maybe we could have pushed back the wedding a little,” she suggested.

“Yeah, you think?” grumbled flurry.

Author's Note

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