I thought I’d give you some interesting and funny highlights of my pregnant princess. The diet change was the first thing we noticed even before we knew she was pregnant. And since then it’s just gotten better and better. Along with the change in diet came changes in hormones, sudden changes in her moods, and the realization that she’s not in charge of her bladder anymore.

It’s been two months since the confirmation of her pregnancy and her body is in full pregnancy bloom. Complete with hormone changes, mood swings, and bladder problems. Not to mention the meat that is now in her diet. Within the past two months Luna, Rarity, Twilight and the girls, and the regular staff that interact with her have gotten used to her change of diet, mood swings, and the sudden cases of bursting bladder. The doctor has also stated that for the safety of the foal it was advisable for her not to use any high-powered magic. Such as teleportation and the like. Basically nothing more than simple levitation. And while she readily agreed to it, she failed to realize just how big of a change it would be for her. Especially when it came to sudden cases of extreme bladder pressure.

That incident was about a month ago, shortly after her monthly doctor checkup where she was told not to use heavy magic anymore. It happened right after lunch and in the middle of the afternoon court session. In the throne room, it was Tia looking beautiful in all her pregnant radiance. Since her pregnancy, she had forgone wearing her regalia to be more comfortable. I was also there, sitting on my haunches, in fox form, beside her as she sat on the throne. The usual guards at the front and side double doors. And of course, a noble in front of her trying to manipulate the law to his own advantage.

“...So, as you can see your highness,” the stallion, which claims to be a noble, said to her, “with the increase in taxes among the upper class comes with it the possibility that-”

“So, sorry, but we have to cut this short,” Tia suddenly nearly shouted without warning before quickly standing and almost running toward the side door. It took me a second to realize why she had done so. After realizing she had to use the restroom, I calmly stood and began following her.

The noble, meanwhile, stood there with his jaw hanging open as if trying to catch flies, in total shock. “But, your highness-”

“Sorry, got to go,” she nearly yelled as the guard quickly opened the door for her as she went through it.

“Why?” he called out, hurt that the princess would dare walk out on him.

“BURSTING BLADDER,” she yelled back and started running down the hallway with me not too far behind her, also running. At this point, she had a little bit of time on her hooves. However, halfway down the hallway, she slowed down as things got to be a little more serious. At first, I didn’t know why, until her hind legs started to squeeze together. Remember how you and I would walk toward the bathroom if we really had to go? Squeezing our legs together to try and hold it in and yet try to walk and or run as quickly as possible? Well, picture that in a four-legged pony princess, during her pregnancy, also needing to go just as suddenly. Her hind legs came together and the cutest, and strangest, wiggle walk slash run I have ever seen in my life. Her rear end wiggling back and forth as she tried to run down the hallway.

The reason she had to come down this hallway was because it was the nearest bathroom in the place to the throne room. It’s a restroom that was designated open to the public during their visits. So, that’s the one she had to aim for.

As my eyes continued watching her rear end I tried to hold in the laughter that was quickly bubbling up in spite of my efforts. I couldn’t help it. I knew she was suffering and that it really shouldn’t be funny and yet it is.

“Stop laughing this isn’t funny!” she called out to me as she neared the end of the hallway where it turned right.

A snicker escaped me in spite of my efforts, “I’m sorry...really.” Of course, neither of us predicted the poor stallion guard would come around the very same corner at just that moment.

“Well you don’t sound-” she started saying but got interrupted by the stallion guard that had just walked around the corner and was in her way. “Out of the way, bursting bladder.”

Now picture what this poor stallion was seeing. He had just turned the corner only to see the princess quickly almost running right at him with wild animated urgent eyes that spoke of an immediate need with the craziest half run wiggle trot he’s ever seen in his life. All the while she almost yelled at him to get out of the way. Needless to say, it took his mind almost two seconds just to try and figure out what his eyes were telling him.

And well that wasn’t quick enough for my beloved wife and her urgent need. Before the poor guard could react she had half shoved and half-ran over the poor stallion in order to get past him and to the bathroom that was just around the corner. “I’m soo sorry,” she cried out in apology as she wiggled herself around the corner. “I’ll help you in a minute,” I heard the bathroom door open, “I promise,” and then it closed.

As I walked up to the guard, he looked more confused and concerned than he was hurt. He was laying on his side with a nice horseshoe impression in the side of his armor. “You alright?” I asked him holding out a paw to help him up while trying to hold in a laugh. He looked young, early twenties at best.

Accepting my paw in help he got up, but with a look of concern on his face. “Yes, sire, but is the princess alright?”

A quick laugh escaped me in spite of myself, “Yes, she’s fine. You just so happen to learn one of the greatest lessons in life.”

“And what is that, sire?” he asked with a blink of curiosity.

I answered with a chuckle, “Never get between a pregnant mare and a bathroom door.” He simply nodded with an “O” expression on his face. “You look a little bit young for a guard,” I commented while trying to be non-judgmental about it.

He took it in good stride and puffed out his chest in pride, “Just out of the academy, sire. And with luck, I got assigned to the castle grounds.”

I nodded with a humorous smile, “Well, in that case, congratulations. You’ve certainly come at one of the more interesting times this castle has seen in a long time.”

“I heard that,” came Tia’s near shout from inside the bathroom. With a motion of my head, the guard followed me toward the door.

“And it’s true,” I said back, my voice filled with mirth after we stopped in front of the door.

“And it’s all your fault,” her voice had a slight hitch or hiccup to it as if she had been crying. “This is soo embarrassing.”

“It’s not embarrassing at all,” my voice was firm yet trying to be gentle to her emotional roller coaster. “It is quite normal and a pregnant mare, such as yourself, glows with the beauty of life. Plus if I remember correctly, you were there at the time dear. So, if it’s my fault then you must take some of that as well.”

There was a pause of silence before she spoke again. “Well...thank you. Is the guard alright?”

A nod from me was my way of telling him that he could answer her directly. “Yes, your highness, I’m fine. I’m not hurt at all.”

“Oh, thank the sun in the sky,” her voice sounded happier now though still embarrassed. “Sorry for my actions, it’s really undignified of me.”

“Think nothing of it, your highness really,” he replied while even standing at attention as if she was right in front of him.

“Alright, and thank you,” she said with me motioning with a nod of thanks. He nodded back and after a salute, he trotted off to continue his rounds.

That was the first instance of her having to run to the bathroom instead of teleporting in. Now she pays attention to where the bathrooms are in case it happens again. Plus she’s been getting good at anticipating that need. However, this is one I will never forget. Especially that wiggle trot slash run she did and the mental picture of her wiggling butt going down the hallway.

^_^

One of the things that we thought would be a good idea, even as early in the pregnancy as we were, would be to attend a birthing class. You know, one of those places where they practice breathing techniques, education, and give advice to the new mother on what to expect? Well, after we got there and the class started, we didn’t expect there to be a certain middle-aged mare there with a...let’s say...a certain view on the subject.

First off, the class teacher slash leader looked to be about early thirties with a light tan coat and brown mane and tail. From first glance, she didn’t look like she’s ever had a baby nor ever gone through the birthing process. Plus Tia and I there was only four other couples there in the relatively small room in the middle-class part of Canterlot. It looked more like a large living room with the furniture cleared away than an actual classroom.

So, there we were with Tia laying on her side on a mattress on the floor with me sitting on my haunches facing her. The teacher had told us that the fathers are supposed to help the mother breathe properly. I was barely able to hold in a chuckle due to the memory of hearing Bill Cosby speak of breathing properly. She had told us that we were supposed to breathe together in sync and in rhythm together. So there we were “breathing properly” as we both took a deep breath and let it out in short bursts together while I pretended to slowly push my front paws toward her. And while this was going on I had this thought that this has got to be the silliest thing to do while in labor.

And sure enough, a mare spoke up soon after that with just that thought. She was a middle-aged mare with a short light gray bun of a mane and curled tail with an off-white coat. Earlier I had noticed that she wasn’t taking this that serious either due to how silly she was “breathing.” The mare she was with, that was laying on the floor with a light yellow coat and white mane and tail were being serious about it. Suddenly the middle-aged mare stopped and stood up to face everypony. “Alright, that’s enough. I can’t stand this silliness anymore.”

The teacher, having taken offense at this, stomped up to her with an annoyed snort, “I’ll have you know that there is nothing “silly” about this. This is the proper technique for breathing during the birthing process.”

“That’s right,” the mare she was with stated in opposition, “this is an important part of the miracle of birth.”

“Miracle my aunt fanny, Naomi,” the middle-aged mare shot back at her. “The only miracle is how the mother survives the awful pain.”

“Oh, Ed what is she saying?” a young-looking mare, barely out of her teen years looked up to a young stallion with glasses on. She reached out for him as he took her in his front hooves.

“Now, now, honey,” the teacher cooed and tried to calm the mare by walking over to her giving her a comforting nuzzle.

“That’s right, dear,” the stallion agreed, now holding the mare against him. He then turned toward our antagonist mare, “Now Missus Harper, we’re not naive about this. We know that there’s...some...discomfort involved. But the breathing helps take the mother’s mind off of it.”

“Well spoken,” the teacher praised.

Harper just rolled her eyes, “Yeah, spoken like a true male of any species. What in Tartarus do you know about it?” She moved to the center of the class, “You want to know a proper breathing technique? Well, here it is.” She sat down on her haunches, like the human style Buddha, “I learned this technique about one hour before my Vinton was born. It goes...inhale.” Her front hooves lifted up as she took a deep breath, “and,” she paused for a second before letting out a blood-curdling scream. The whole class got jump scared by her scream.

“Now I’m sure that it’s not such an ordeal,” the teacher tried to console the now worried class.

Harper looked over at her with suspicion clear in her eyes, “You’ve never been through it have you.”

At least she was honest in her reply, “No, I haven’t, but I’ve been well educated on the subject.”

“Well then what are you doing teaching this class then?” Harper admonished as she looked around at the class. “It should be led by a mare like me, who has been through the traumatic experience of birth.”

“Is it really that bad?” Ed asked with worry and curiosity on his face.

“Labor pain? Well, it’s something a little worse than having an anvil fall on your hoof, slamming your nose in a door, and being kicked in your balls.” She told him with a straight face too.

“You could try pulling your bottom lip over your head,” I suggested with a chuckle and a smirk. Tia looked up at me as if I’d lost my mind. I tried calming her by massaging her with a couple of my tails.

Harper looked over at me, “Where’d you hear that?”

“Oh, just a lady friend of my father’s told me that one time about what labor pains felt like for her,” I gave her a smile because I genuinely like her.

She nodded, “That’s about right.” Then she turned to the teacher again, “But then again, maybe you’re right. Perhaps the worst part is after birth.” She turned toward the class, “You’ll be sweatin’ bullets trying to get that little bugger to nurse. And when they do decide to chow down the sucker won’t let go.” The mother’s, except Tia, all gasped. “And you better hope that you get a daughter because if you get a colt then I’d suggest investing in a pair of goggles. Those little pistols can hit a moving target at twenty hooves. And you fathers aren’t really fathers until you’ve been baptized by one of them.”

“Mama, you’re disturbing the class,” Naomi complained.

“Oh, I’m not finished yet. Those teats of yours are going south for the winter.” She stood up on her hind legs and rubbed her front hooves down her body. “Not everypony gets her figure back as I did.” That’s when most of the mares lost it, except for Tia of course. Tia was looking on with practiced patience. Meanwhile, I was chuckling at this whole thing and trying my best not to laugh my ass off. This was great.

“Ok, I think it’s time for us to go, Mama,” Naomi suggested as she stood up and started to practically drag Harper toward the door.

“Alright, alright, I can walk you know, Naomi,” Harper admonished before looking back at the class. “Now remember...inhale,” she took a deep breath, “and,” she let out another scream again as she was being pulled through the door.

I got an idea, as I leaned my head down to whisper, “I want to talk with Missus Harper, let’s go.” Tia thought that I was nuts at the time, but she stood up and followed me outside. Naomi and Harper were walking down the street in front of us. “Missus Harper, please wait a moment,” I called out to them.

They stopped with Harper speaking up first, “Yes?”

“I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind coming to the palace and give tips to my wife when needed from time to time?” I asked in all seriousness with a wide smile on my face. Tia stepped up beside me with a look that questioned my judgment in this matter.

“Why me?” she asked which was echoed on Naomi’s face, not to mention Tia’s as well.

I smiled, “Because it seems you’ll be honest and not try and lie to her to make her feel better simply because of her position.”

“Well, that’s true,” she nodded and stepped up to Tia with a bow of her head. “I’d be more than happy to give you tips, your highness. For example, if he wants to share the pain with you, as they say, then just tell him to go chain-smoke in the waiting room as nature intended.”

Naomi hung her head with a groan.

Tia actually giggled as I smiled on.

^_^

Of course, there are the usual mood swings. It happened one morning when Tia and I were sleeping together. She woke up first and immediately used her magic to pick me up and drop me unceremoniously onto the floor. Which immediately woke me up. “What is it?” I asked, standing up and quickly looking around the room. “What happened?” My mind tried to figure everything out, but the only thing out of place was how Tia had stared at me for a few seconds. And it was one of those looks that screamed that I was in trouble. Then she got out of bed and stomped her way over to the balcony to raise the sun. Even used her magic to slam open the glass double doors, and nearly shattering them in the process I might add.

Meanwhile, there I was sitting on my rump on the floor and staring at my clearly angry wife thoroughly confused. “Uh…will you tell me why you are so angry this morning? And why at me?”

She didn’t answer, at least at first, but that was probably the quickest I’ve ever seen the sun come up before. Even the moon ducked down for cover below the horizon. Whipping herself around she stomped her way back inside, slamming the doors again. “No I will not,” her voice was as sharp as a sword as she snapped at me.

“Oh…kay, so this is going to be twenty questions then?” I asked as she stomped her way passed me and to the shower.

“I’m angry with you,” she raised her head up and away from me in an angry snort before disappearing into the shower.

“Duh!” And when all I got back was water running I shrugged it off as one of her mood swings, turned around, and left for Luna’s room. After I walked in, it took me a second to realize that she too was taking a shower. With a mischievous grin on my face, my body morphed into its human form, so I could silently stalk my way into the shower behind her. My head peeked around the corner to see her head under the water. Perfect. Carefully I tiptoed my way into the shower and when my hands were close enough. I grabbed her by the barrel. “Got you,” my arms wrapped around her while quickly leaning down and kissing the back of her head and neck. “Got you, my beauty.” She responded with a startled yelp and then giggling laughter as I kissed her. “You’re mine. Your night is mine. Your neck is mine.”

I lifted her onto her back hooves and put her front hooves against the wall. “Now let’s see what we have here,” my voice went low and seducing. Leaning forward, I put my nose against the back of her neck and took a long sniff, “Smells like sky and clouds.”

She giggled at my antics before letting out a soft moan as my hands rubbed down the sides of her body. Her wings quickly expanded to their full length in arousal with my fingers exploring her. The head of my fully erect member now pressing up against her lower lips.

Leaning forward, my lips nibbled on the tip of her ear, “She drives me wild with need and desire. To have. To hold. To possess. To conquer.”

She let out a long moan of pleasure as she pressed her head against mine. “Only to you, Emmit, will I gladly surrender.”

After a lengthy passionate kiss, I let her go and sat down on the floor in front of her to watch everything. “I think I’ll stay here for a bit while Tia cools off.”

“Oh?” she raised a suspicious eyebrow at me. “What did you do now?”

I watched her as she teased me as she bathed herself. “That’s just it, I have no clue. One moment I was asleep and the next she tossed me onto the floor with no explanation. Won’t talk to me and right she’s hotter than the sun in the sky. I thought I’d retreat here until she cooled off or burned out, whichever comes first.”

She turned herself around and used her tail to brush up against my member while she continued to tease. “Mood swing?”

“That’s my guess, yes.” I started teasing back by jerking off in front of her or behind her in this case.

“Well, it should correct itself then,” she said, turning her head back to me with a wink of an eye. She put on a show for me this morning. Not going through her normal routine, but doing so in an alluring way. And using her tail to tease me the whole time. And while watching her please herself and tease me, I got some ideas.

“It should yes,” I agreed while watching her slowly swish her tail, and her rump, from side to side in front of me.

“I’ve got some ideas, my Luna,” I whispered before leaning up and kissing her neck. She had positioned herself over me with her hooves over my head.

“Do tell,” she moaned, tilting her head for me.

“How about some roleplaying? You in your Nightmare Moon form and I come and conquer you or the reverse where you come and conquer me pretending to be in my world?” I sucked gently on her neck as she thought about it. “Or we could do it in somepony’s dream. If they are having a nightmare about Nightmare Moon then we role-play within the dream? How did you feel about the interview and teasing me?”

“There was a certain thrill to it,” she moaned, lowering her body against mine. “It would be one way to end a nightmare.” She giggled as my arms went around her and pulled her body against mine. “And with nopony the wiser because they won’t realize that it would actually be us.” She pulled back her head just enough to grin at me, “We can explore it,” before kissing me.

Everything was quiet, until we heard Tia’s crying voice, “So, this is where you’d rather spend your time? With her instead of me?”

And when we looked, Tia was standing there with tears running down her face.

“Dear sister,” Luna began after we pulled back to look at her, “you know that isn’t true.” We both got up and walked over to her. Luna on one side with me on the other, both of us hugging her. “Just this morning you were mad at him and didn’t say why.”

“And because I thought that staying would make it worse,” I continued, “I thought I’d give you space to cool off.”

She closed her eyes and simply cried silently for a couple of minutes before finally saying, “Stupid hormone changes.”

“Was there a reason that you were mad at me?” I asked curiously as we still held her.

She shook her head, “No. I’m sorry.”

I kissed her before Luna nuzzled her. “You’re forgiven.”

^_^

Other times she would get these urges and they could come at any time. I mean, I knew to expect an emotional roller coaster from her because of the hormone changes, but I didn’t expect her to have these overpowering sexual desires suddenly pop up. Not that I would complain. But one time turned out a little more than awkward.

It happened during Cadence’s visit to us. She had just given birth some months before and was here to invite and discuss the upcoming Crystalling of their foal. This particular morning Tia had an itch for me to be in my human form. So, I was there with Tia in my human form, wearing simple pants and a white t-shirt, as we approached the front double doors of the castle.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see Cadence,” Tia giggled happily, for it was one of her good days, as the guards opened the doors for us. “It’ll be the first time in a very long time that a Crystalling will take place.”

“Make sense because of how long they’ve been gone and the oppression they were under,” I added in understanding. My hand was either rubbing the back of her head, neck, or shoulders the whole time as we stopped at the foot of the stairs. And just in time for our royal chariot to approach us with Cadence inside.

“Which is also why the event is important to the crystal ponies,” she smiled wide up at me, leaning up against me. Her wing was outstretched and wrapped around me with the tip of her wing just above my crotch area. We waved to Cadence as she got out after the chariot stopped in front of us.

“Cadence!” Tia nearly shouted in excitement and practically pranced her way down the steps.

“Aunty Tia!” Cadence’s happy excited face shined with the glow of motherhood as the two of them hugged before the steps. And finally, it was my turn to greet her. “Emmit,” she grinned at me before giving me a hug.

I had to kneel to give her a hug in return and wrapped my arms around her, “How are you, Cadence?”

“Just now beginning to get into the swing of being a mother,” we turned and started back inside with Tia in the middle. “No matter how ready you think you are,” she rolled her eyes before stepping through the doorway, “you aren’t. Absolutely nothing can truly prepare you for parenthood.”

“How could you get away?” Tia asked with genuine curiosity. Would make sense because she would soon be there as well.

“It is relatively simple. I used a teat pump to store enough fresh milk for her before I leave,” she told us with not a lick of embarrassment.

“Oh, I’m so glad to hear it Cadence,” Tia said now directing us down the hall and toward her bedroom. “Why don’t we continue this in my bedroom where it is definitely more comfortable?”

Cadence nodded. And all while Cadence and Tia were talking it was the tip of Tia’s wing that had begun to rub against my crotch. And rather firmly, I might add. “Emmit?” Cadence got my attention after walking into Tia’s bedroom. “What are human females like?”

“Regarding what?” I asked back as Tia pulled me toward the bed. Not only pulling me toward the bed but also using her magic to pull up my shirt. I let her, as it was instinctive.

“How they nurse their young?” she clarified for me. Meanwhile, Tia had practically pulled me onto the bed, had me laying down before motioning Cadence over.

“Come on, Cadence,” Tia invited with a wave of her wing. “Make yourself comfortable with us.”

Cadence shrugged slightly, walked over to the other side and got up on the bed to lay down. Tia had laid her head under mine, being careful of her horn, and on my chest facing Cadence. She was laying on her side up against me, snuggling against me actually, as we slept together. “To answer your question,” I began explaining to her as Cadence laid down on the bed facing us. “Human females nurse babies the same way you do, but their ‘teats’ as you put it are up here on the chest.” As one arm was around Tia I used the other to pat my chest. While Cadence’s eyes were angled upward toward my face and chest, Tia was using a hoof to firmly massage my growing member. “We call them breasts or bosoms and it is one of the female features that males are drawn and attracted to regarding females.”

She tilted her head, as if in confusion, “So, is it normal for males to have them then?”

“Yes, but we can’t nurse the young as females can though.” I tried keeping my mind busy and not pay attention to what Tia was doing. But it wasn’t working. And while Tia hadn’t lifted her head off of my chest she had turned her head and was starting to kiss my neck. All the while her hoof was firmly rubbing against the tent in my pants.

“Then why do you males have them, if they serve no apparent purpose?” she asked curiously.

I shrugged with a chuckle, “Got me on that one, I have no clue.” And that’s when Tia stopped with the teasing. Tia suddenly stopped kissing my neck and quickly turned around on the bed with her head over my crotch. I looked down in surprise and shock as she used her magic to untie the front of my pants. They were tied in the front instead of a zipper.

“Aunty Tia?” Cadence tried to get her attention but to no avail. “What are you doing?” she asked while staring at Tia using her magic to finish untying my front and opening the flaps of my pants to expose my hard member to her. “Oh my…”

And without a word, but a possessive moan she took my member into her mouth. Pleasure rocked through me as she gently started sucking on my member. While her hooves massaged the area around it.

Cadence giggled nervously as she eyes bulged to take in the scene, “Yes, this was one of them too. Sudden uncontrollable desire.” She started to back away from us and off the bed. But she couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of what Tia was doing. “I think I’ll let you two have your fun and come back later.”

I tried nodding to her, but my head seemed to wobble more than nod before laying back down on the pillow. As I stared up at the ceiling and hearing Cadence’s retreated clip-clop of her hooves one thought came to mind. Well, this was awkward.

If you haven't guessed the second story about the birthing class is a reference to a short-lived tv series by Carol Burnett called "Mama's Family." Here's the link to the skit that was the inspiration.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XDLELfc3y0w