Ch.52

[Turdas, 2nd Hearthfire, 4E: 221]

“So...what’s going on this time?” I asked warily. Shade and I had come out to the training fields to continue bettering ourselves, only to find a bunch of building materials strewn about and the soldiers helping some carpenters work on something.

“No clue. Hey! What’s going on with the training field?!” Shade called over to the nearest soldier and the nord man looked at us in absolute confusion.

“We’re preparing the festivities for tomorrow! It’s Tales and Tallows! Did you lose track of the date?!” He shouted back and I shared a bemused look with my sister. “Training’s out for today, tomorrow and the day after! Go relax ladies! You’ve been training so intensely the past couple of days, you’re making us feel insecure!” He joked and dozens of nearby soldiers cheered in the affirmative, causing me to feel warm and bashful, clearly mirrored by my sister.

“So, uh...let’s go find Rarity? If it’s another holiday, I’d like to spend it with her.” I said to Shade, who nodded eagerly before we giddily hurried through the city to Rarity’s boutique, which already had a surprisingly familiar Halloween-esque sense of decoration! “Rarity~!” Shade and I chorused when we entered, uncaring for the several people in the waiting room.

“I’ll be with you later my loves~! I’m currently measuring and fitting a customer~!” Rarity sang happily and we nodded at the waiting people who all looked at us in realization that we were Rarity’s paramours, a couple of the folks, of both genders, were clearly envious.

“Then we’ll be waiting for you upstairs! We don’t have much to do today otherwise!” Shade called back and we were both glad she didn’t have the muffling curtains fully closed so she could hear us before we went upstairs to her home.

“Hey! Who are you?!” Demanded a beautiful young mare who was clearly Sweetie Bell, if extra busty compared to Rarity’s original cup-size. Wow. Did the Cutie Mark Crusaders hit every good gene branch as they fell from the tree?

Sweetie was a bit taller, easily a G-cup and had wider hips than Rarity. She also was much more tomboyish, clearly preferring rugged clothes like the work trousers and leather vest she wore with a tube top. This paired with her punk-styled mane that had the dark purple portions dyed black, her black mascara and the piercings in her ears gave her a light punk-goth look.

“Hey Sweetie. We’re your sister’s lovers and we’re not gonna interrupt her business.” I told the confrontational mare, who had every right to be. We were strangers who just casually entered her home.

“Oh, you’re the ones that have been helping her with our family trait!” Sweetie chirped as she rubbed her-wait Our? “I wish I had multiple lovers, I’m still bigger than her.” Sweetie pouted with a pat of her deceptively feminine groin. “Scoots can only handle me so much so often, but Bloom has that hyper-hung stud Coral to fawn over.”

“Wha?” We both blinked and wondered how large this mare was naturally if she’s bigger than Rarity, after she got a magically enlarged dick.

“Say! Would you mind helping me blow off some steam? I’m sure sis wouldn’t-.” Rarity’s magic shaped as a hand flew up the stairs and booped her on the snoot. “Aw man~! We’re sisters! We share! I shared Scoots with you!” Sweetie huffed and the magic shaped into a thumbs-up. D-did Rarity just offer us to her sister?! “Sweet! You two up for handling a hyper-dicked mare?”

“Um, uh...well...sure?” Shade gulped and I meekly nodded my head. It was awkward, but so long as it was okay with everyone involved, I was fine with it.

“Come on then, we’re not doing this in the hall.” Sweetie almost skipped off her hooves to the room at the end, which she opened-. Pink! Glitter everywhere! Stuffed animals! It was like stepping into the girliest girl fantasy ever! “Damn it! Rarity~! You change my room back right now!” Sweetie shrilly screamed down the hall and Rarity’s responding laughter made us snort.

Rarity’s magic swept through the room, erasing the horrifying pink nightmare and leaving a dark and broody room. The plushies stayed, though. “So, do you two prank each other often?” I asked in amusement and Sweetie huffed as she led us into her room.

“Yes and no. Ever since you two infused her with so much magic, she’s been even worse. How can I compete with that? I’m a bard, not a seamstress.” Sweetie grumbled before a knock on the window perked her up so hard we could see her nipples trying to punch through her tube top. “Scoots!” Sweetie ran for the window and opened it to let in an orange pegasus.

Holy fuck I was right! The CMC have all collectively hit the hottest genes as they fell from the tree! Scoots wasn’t thicc like Sweetie or built like Applebloom, but she otherwise cut an athletic figure, only soiled by her wide hips, fucking perfect bubble butt stuffed into leggings and a sizable D-cup bust in a halter top. “Sup Sweets! How’s-who the fuck are they?” Scootaloo demanded defensively with her huge wings spread and Sweetie gestured to us calmly.

“These are the gals who got my stuck-up sis to give in to her needs and finally find someone. I was about to give them the business.” Sweetie joked and Scootaloo cooed with a laugh.

“Wow, alright then. So long as they’re not getting between us, I’m good with having some fun.” Scootaloo leaned in and the two mares kissed before the pegasus moved to a chair and sat down with a hand already down her leggings. “Okay, you show these two what a fucking beast you are, babe!”

“Aw, you’re not gonna join in?” Sweetie playfully asked before she dropped her pants to reveal a frankly huge periwinkle sheath with watermelon-sized balls. By the divines her musk is strong!

“Not when you smell like you are! You're gonna dump everything in them and try to overpower the contraceptives.” Scoots chuckled as her hand in her leggings played with her pussy. “I want to watch you try and knock them up.”

“Hole in one, Scoots!” Sweetie laughed before she picked me up in her magic facing the ceiling.

“Ah, wait! Let me undress!” I squeaked, only for my rough tunic and pants to be liberally ripped off and my boots tossed aside. “Hey!” I complained, because even if those were cheap rags meant for exercise, they were still mine!

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you some of my old clothes to replace them.” She thrust her hips and almost comically, a massive two foot long dong erupted from her sheath! Holy shit! That’s natural?! Rarity is still almost a half foot shorter! “Oh, don’t forget.” Sweetie summoned the familiar spicy herbs and I frantically nommed on them with a worried look at my sister, who was undressing and chewing the contraceptives offered too. “Can’t overpower what’s not there.”

“Don’t worry, it’s all role-play. We haven’t managed it yet.” Scootaloo playfully stuck her tongue out at Sweetie, who returned the gesture before they giggled.

“In I go!” Sweetie cheered and shoved in, sliding me to her sheath somehow in one smooth thrust! Her flare rammed right into my cervix, through it, then pressed against the entrance to my Fallopian tubes! “Those eggs are mine~.”

I couldn’t respond. I was already choking on spit and spasming in orgasm, dangling limply from the giant 2-foot long cock the width of a 2-liter soda bottle from my cunt that throbbed and promised to breed me!

“Damn Sweetie, you almost never do the one and gun!” Scootaloo said in astonishment. “She learned it after I begged her for a month just to slide me down.” Scootaloo casually said to my sister as Sweetie gyrated gently inside of me, my body reduced to a drooling and limp cocksleeve as she used her hands on my thighs to move me while her magic held me up.

“My sister is a drooling mess!” Shade shouted in surprise as she groped and fingered herself.

“Sweetie’s musk once made me cream myself.” Scootaloo moaned and gestured for Shade to approach. “Come on, let’s make out while my marefriend fucks your sister stupid.”

“Ah, fuck, your tubes are opening to dump eggs!” Sweetie groaned as she began properly fucking me instead of tormenting me with slight movements. I blacked out almost immediately, my world a violent shifting darkness of pleasure until a familiar eruption of molten heat in my core made me do more than spastically get fucked and I screamed in ecstasy.

At some point Sweetie had stumbled back to sit on her bed while we fucked and she pulled me in to kiss as she pumped my thirsty womb full of her incredible load. However, this meant I was infusing her with magicka, which Rarity described as pleasurable. Sweetie groaned into my lips as her churning nuts swelled bigger to match Rarity’s usual size these days of basketballs, her already prodigious semen spheres glowing faintly with their magical payload, the same happened to her G-cups, which began inflating with magic milk.

After a full five minutes, Sweetie huffed and pulled out to drop me on the bed. She looked at my flat belly with bemusement before she scanned me with magic. Then she looked frantic. “Fuck, fuck, no, no! Uh.” She said under her breath before she grabbed Shade and plunged into her!

“What’s up Sweets?!” Scootaloo asked between pants for breath as I rubbed my flat stomach, feeling the magic cum inside me churn and gurgle like how Rarity’s does.

“Nothing! Just enjoying this hot lizard.” Sweetie huffed and pounded my sister silly, before kissing her. Thankfully, Shade was more prepared to resist pushing magicka into her, so Sweetie’s matching tits and balls weren’t getting larger. Then I felt a jolt inside of me. Uh-oh... “Fuck, you both feel so good, I’m going to cum so fast!” Sweetie growled as she pounded my sister fiercely into the bed.

“Ah, ah, fuck, you’re so rough~!” Shade moaned in climax as those massive orbs of her’s started clenching and I moaned as another jolt rocked me. No~! Is this what I think it is~?! “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me~!” Shade squealed before Sweetie hammered home and began filling my sister too.

“Yeah, she does this to me all the time. If you feel jolts in your wombs, that’s something unique to the Belles that only one every other generation gets. It’s like you instantly get knocked up. Drives their partners fucking nuts. I know, because I sure do~.” Scootaloo said between pants as her cum-drenched leggings schlicked with each movement of her fingers.

“Um, well it might be true.” Sweetie mewled as she came down from cumming.

“...Babe. One of our rules was that we would have foals together first…” Scootaloo mewled sadly, practically heartbroken.

“We will, you’re next, right after, fuck.” Sweetie pulled Shade off mid cum and dragged Scootaloo over. She punched through her soaked leggings to slide her down her still cumming cock!

“Ahn~! Sweets~! I-I didn’t take any! I didn’t take herbs! G-gonna be mommies~! We’re gonna be mommies~!” Scootaloo wailed, cumming instantly as she bloated with Sweetie’s magic cum.

“Sweetie, how are you doing?” Rarity asked casually when she entered, completely at ease with walking in on her sister having sex it seemed.

“I somehow knocked up your mates through the contraceptives! So I’m inseminating Scoots to keep my promise!” Sweetie sniffled and Rarity suddenly paled.

“W-wait, I knew you were low. Y-you didn’t use my herbs, did you?” Rarity weakly asked and Sweetie nervously nodded her head. “Oh...my...I was...those were meant for...I’m so sorry~!” Rarity wailed and hugged her still-cumming sister.

“Rarity?” Shade asked with some anger as my mind connected the dots. Rarity!

“Those weren’t contraceptives! Those were fertility boosters! I was planning on using them later! I forgot to warn you!” Rarity wailed and sobbed into her sister’s back and Sweetie opened and closed her mouth, before snarling and summoning more of the similar, but clearly different herbs!

“Scoots! Eat this! Eat the whole thing!” Sweetie snarled as she shoved the leaves at her lover’s mouth. Scootaloo almost orgasmed just from hearing the situation and eagerly chewed on the boosters. “If we’re going the whole way, we’re going the whole way! I was planning to ask you to marry me soon anyway Scoots! Will you marry me?”

“Yes! Fuck yes! Fill me with our foals~!” Scootaloo shrieked and I realized something.

“Wait! How can she get pregnant outside of your estrous cycle?!” I demanded as I remained laying on the bed, shuddering with my sister as we felt eggs, plural, many, popping into existence within our wombs like popcorn. However argonian reproduction works, clearly it takes quite well to pony sperm.

“It’s the herbs, they make us ponies enter Estrous.” Rarity explained before dropping her pants and shoving into me. “Fuck, you’re so tight while pregnant!”

“Ah! R-Rarity~! No! We have a daedric invasion on the way~!” I wailed while I couldn't help but reciprocate. If I’m gonna be pregnant, then I want Rarity’s eggs! It’s bad enough I unintentionally got knocked up by her sister, if I have her’s too, then at least some of this guilt will go away!

“How old is Sweetie?” Shade asked worriedly as she sat up and rubbed her flat stomach.

“I’m 19! Mom and dad had us only a few years apart!” Sweetie groaned as she kept fucking Scootaloo, who was more belly than mare by this point, perched on it as Sweetie filled her. “Oh~ thank fuck Scoots got elasticity treatments~.”

“Cum. So much. Foals~. Gunna have foals~...” Scootaloo dumbly slurred atop her belly, the orange pegasus absolutely dumbfucked.

“Why did you have Fertility herbs, Rarity?” Shade asked with a sigh of resignation.

“I was going to ask you all to marry me. The herbs were for me. I wanted to get the rings and wedding dresses done first. The dresses are done, but I haven’t found the gems I wanted for you three!” Rarity hiccuped as she fucked me and then groaned when she began adding her own cum to the slurry swirling within me and I again blacked out in bliss for a few moments.

“I really wish you’d warned me you had boosters in your drawer or that you told me you topped off my drawer.” Sweetie grumbled, tears trailing dark mascara down her cheeks. “I’m sorry Scoots. I wanted it to be so much more romantic than this.”

“The same with me. I wanted it to be such a wonderful occasion.” Rarity sniffled as her tears made her lighter mascara run.

“Since sis and Scootaloo are too fucked-out to speak up, I’ll speak for them. You two are dramatic, romantic fools who goofed up and now you’ve gotta take responsibility. Now stop stuffing my sister and fuck me!” Shade demanded and Rarity laugh-sobbed before pulling out of me and fucking Shade, allowing me to slowly get my faculties back in order.

However, I couldn’t stop stroking my falsely-flat abs and smiling dumbly. I’m pregnant~...

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“I feel like I just missed out on something extremely important.” Neethsi grumbled to herself as she swam back towards Lilmoth at a leisurely pace, having decimated the sunken city of the dreugh and killed another of those giant monsters.

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“What is with this place and it’s obsession with holidays?” Brennie asked herself, also feeling a bit hypocritical. Not that she cares about holidays, but back home, people everywhere were just as eager to celebrate things in favor of the grim harsh reality of near-constant war.

“You’re just annoyed because it interferes with day-to-day functions.” Twilight said with a smile.

“Yeah. Fuck, it always circles back around to me being too much of a workaholic. I’d better stop before any of you fuckers start voting me out of my office just to take a break.” This made Twilight laugh at how ridiculous Brennie and her people can be. Voting their king out of office, forcing her to take a vacation? Who’s taking care of who?!

“Well, tomorrow is a festival of costumes and shenanigans rather than feasting and harvests. Rarity already made my costume, do you have any requests?” Twilight asked her human mate as she leaned forward to rest her palms on Brennie’s desk, letting her huge newly-grown basketball boobs hang between her arms and display the cleavage this robe had a window for.

“Hm, I don’t know. Anything I come up with will be completely different to the norm. Although I would like to have Rarity to expand her vision and try new things.” Brennie said with a thoughtful look. “Twi, be honest with me; do people around here think I’m a warmonger?” That question came out of nowhere, it threw Twilight off.

“What? No! You’re the least warmongering person I know in your position!” Twilight declared much to Brennie’s surprise. “I mean, do you know how often us politicians have to rein in a military general or navy admiral chomping at the bit for war? You may have only been in position for a month, but usually a new general has made at least three requests for a sortie.”

“What the fuck’s a sortie?” Brennie asked in confusion.

“...An attack made by troops coming out from a position of defense.” Twilight deadpanned unhappily and Brennie winced. Right, she just called that ‘moving out’. Fuck, she really hoped she didn’t sound like an idiot retroactively.

“Okay, I’m all for charging in, but not at the expense of losing everything.” Brennie sighed as she guessed most of those military leaders of the past just sent in their troops to die for nothing. Nevermind fool-proofing your plan, for glory awaits no one. There is no glory in pointless defeat, only death and stupidity.

“Which is why your worries are unfounded. Now, in case I haven’t hit you with enough hints, I’m also here for some fun.” Twilight huffed and stood up, giving a spin in her much more complex than usual red and gold robes. This was more like a dress, since it cinched in around her waist to emphasize her bust and lower body. “How is it? Rarity insists that I ‘show the goods’ now that I don’t have to worry so much about unwanted advances.”

“Well, it certainly caught my attention.” Brennie complimented her alicorn lover, who shyly tried to twirl some hair in her fingers at the praise, only to pout with her eyes rolled up to look at her magic waving rainbow mane. “It’s alright, Twi. I miss the old hair too, but it doesn’t take away from your beauty.”

“Aw, c’mere.” Twilight purred as she surprisingly crawled under the desk and Brennie blushed.

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