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-Part 11: Pregnant Rarity, Anal, Double Fisting, Foursome, Lactation / Breast Feeding, Oral Sex, Heavy Foodplay and Stuffing, Light Immobility, Hand Play.
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It’s six at night when you stumble through the door of Carousel Boutique and find her reclining in a chair. Outside the sun is lowering against the horizon of Ponyville, and stars can be seen faintly sprinkled and scattered against the multicoloured backdrop. The fading day star stretches your shadow in the door and across the floor, where it falls on her until it’s abruptly switched off by your closing the door.
In her cushy recliner she continues to sew a horn puppet shaped like a mouse. She looks up as the light and shadow vanish, squinting at your silhouette until the light is extinguished and she can get a proper appraisal of you. She smiles warmly and sets aside her gem studded sewing.
“Did you have a fun time at the bar with Rainbow Dash? You weren’t gone very long.”
You hurry across the floor and climb into the chair with her, awkwardly stretching your legs over the arms and across her lower half. She gingerly moves the mountainous swell of her belly out of the way, smiling at you as your hands immediately travel to its expanse and begin to rub and massage.
“Did you get all worked up thinking about me? Hmmm?”
Her voice seems dim and the alcohol in your system still robs you of the full extent of your senses.
“Did you talk to Rainbow Dash about ... that?”
You finally break your silence, face buried in her neck and chest, words occasionally broken by the powerful desire to suckle at her. You tell her that you mentioned you’d like to have dinner and drinks with her and Twilight. Tonight.
“Tonight? As in... tonight, tonight?”
You nod and nibble.
“Well goodness me, that wasn’t what you were meant to be doing. I send you off to ask about a ... mutual evening of pleasures, and you bring them over for dinner? I’ve nothing prepared!”
You can’t help your slurred words. She’ll do fine. She’s the besht pony. The really best. She can make dinner fast.
“I... good heavens, is Rainbow Dash as drunk as you are?”
You burst out laughing. More, probably. She tried to keep up with you, and that was a bad plan. It was a bad plan eight beers, three shots, and two mixers ago.
“I... oh my stars. How in Equestria are you breathing? Sit here, I’m going to fetch you some ... nnnhhh.”
She strains against you.
“Darling. You’re on my legs.”
You shift yourself and bury your face between her hind legs, tongue licking at anything it can reach.
“Nnnyyhaaa.”
Hooves grab at your head and force you back up so that she can look you in the eyes.
“How long do we have?”
Probably until Dash is sober enough to fly here. You said two hours, but it’ll probably be closer to three. A bit of panic enters her voice.
“THREE HOURS? That’s all you’ve given me to work with? What on earth shall I make?!”
She should make that one dish thing she makes good.
“You’re-nnnhhfff”
She rolls you off of her, and you hit the floor with a thud and laugh stupidly. She practically slithers out of the chair to find her hooves, legs not strong enough to lift herself out of it.
“-Hhhnnng-No help at all. None whatsoever. Stay here and let me get you some water while I think of what to make.”

You watch her sashay off into the kitchen and force yourself to sit up. The carpet of the Boutique is soft, but it’s rough and hard on your back compared to her chair. As you stand you do some numbers in your head. Three hours ... whatever she puts in the oven has plenty of time. You start to unbutton your shirt, but your fingers are clumsy and after a moment of fumbling you decide to just pull it off over your head. Instead it gets stuck and you stumble about, losing your balance and falling into the chair where you cackle hysterically until the soft thudding of her approaching hooves brings you back to reality. Somewhere outside the dark and hot prison of your shirt you hear her laugh. A hoof grabs you and helps right you before pulling the shirt off of your head. You’re greeted with fresh cold air and an outstretched hoof forcing a full glass of water into your hands. Her words stumble out through raucous laughter.
“What on ... what in Equestria were you trying to do?”
You mumble something about wanting to be sexy.
“What- how... I came back in to your butt straight up in the air and you half suffocated, upside down in my chair. How in the world did you even make it home from the bar?”
You grumble between hurried gulps of water. She should be nicer. You did what she asked.
“You most certainly did not. I asked you to tell Rainbow Dash of our intentions over drinks. Did you even bring it up?”
You tell her that it’s harder to bring up kinky foursome sex in a bar than she apparently expects. You did your best, but out there everypony stares at you and tries to listen to your conversations. Dinner was the best you could think of.
“Well, it’s a miracle you thought of something so clever in your state. Did you really have that much to drink?”
Split between the two of you, yes.
“Oh, thank goodness. So you didn’t have all of those yourself?”
No, just most of them. The mixed drinks were Dash’s.
“Good heavens. I’m going to fetch you another glass of water. Don’t even think about trying to get your pants off in your state, I’d rather not return to find you somehow hitched to a wagon by them.”
You slip off your shoes and blow her a raspberry. As she reaches the kitchen door, you shout for her to shake it. She looks incredulously over her shoulder at you.
“I ... you’re so vulgar tonight. Is this what you want?”
She starts to gyrate her hips, letting her rump slip toward the ground. Once there she jiggles her backside intensely, watching your reaction before finishing with a sultry wink. By the time she’s finished she’s panting, the exertion proving difficult for a pony of her weight and size.
“Now remember ... no taking off those pants yet.”
Then she’s gone into the kitchen, and you’re already disregarding her orders. It’s the work of seconds to get your belt off and fly unzipped, pants and boxers down to your knees, boner springing free into the chilly autumn air. You briefly wonder at the temperature of the Boutique before spotting the empty fireplace. She’s let the fire go out, and you groan and take to your feet to build it up again, only to remember the position of your pants at the last minute and fall to the floor with a thud. She’s back in the room calling out for you when she finds you sprawled on the floor shirtless, boner at attention and slapping against your bellybutton as you continue your efforts to sit up. Her snorting laughter as she hands you the second glass of water almost stops her words entirely.
“I ... I was kidding. I didn’t think you’d actually- oh good heavens you’re so bad.”
She straddles your prone figure, lowering her neck and head to kiss your forehead.
“Poor baby. Did you fall down?”
You reach up and grab her sides and tummy, positioned conveniently right above your hands and chest.
“Did you hurt anything?”
Your hands creep around to her backside, disappearing into the abundant meat of her bottom.
“I’ve decided I’m going to make my special dinner. Do you want that? Do you think they’ll like it?”
Your mind swims, distraction evident as your hands wander back further and rub against her nipples. Only in the last few days have they begun to poke through their normal hiding place among her soft and plush undercoat. Now they’re distended, slightly swollen. You ask her if she’s milked herself this evening.
“Twice. It’s already borderline painful again, too... Shouldn’t be long before the baby, should it? Twilight said most mares start producing milk a week or two before their due date. I’m surprised it’s taken this long...”
You roll one of her nipples between your fingers, eliciting a gasp from her.
“Are you going to-”
You bring your second hand up to squeeze and crane your neck to see around the swell of her belly, watching intently as milk slowly starts to drip free from her tender mammaries. She moans softly in your hands.
“Nnnhhh. Be gentle now. It still tastes awful, I suspect my body’s-”
You pinch one nipple and she shivers, dropping into a sitting position on your legs and exposing her nipples more plainly to you. Now you can see that her teats have swollen considerably. In a single day most mares produce one to two liters at the height of their lactation. Rarity’s case has been considerably different. The onset was practically over night, and eight milkings a day barely alleviate her rather extreme discomfort from getting too swollen. The milk’s still not edible, but Twilight believes her unusually large production has something to do with her weight, and might be a possible hint that the foal won’t be entirely a normal one. This thought continues to leave you uncomfortable, but you’ve done your best to assure Rarity that everything will be alright.
You slap her haunch and tell her to go get a bowl so that you can milk her properly. She moans, taking to her hooves and plodding off to the kitchen.
“I’m going to go ahead and get dinner started. You can milk me dry while it’s cooking.”
You finish getting your pants off before standing, boner still firm. Milking her isn’t your only plan, and you hurry into the kitchen after her to find her magically dicing potatoes and melting cheese on the stove. She starts to roll the potato bits in the cheese at around the time you come up behind her, boner resting on her back, hands cupping her haunches and squeezing them.
“Goodness you’re excited tonight. Are you at least trying to sober up?”
You slip a finger into her and she shivers, her work with the potatoes almost done. You continue to play it in and out as she works, watching her twitch every now and then. After a few minutes three huge pans of the cheesy spiced potato slices are eased into the oven and she levitates a large bowl down to the ground and clambers her front hooves into a chair, resting her head on a table. You slide the bowl under her and gently squeeze the mounds of her breasts, milk leaking between your fingers into the bowl. She shudders and moans, and you can feel heat coming off her womanhood. She’s just as aroused as you are by your touch. As you’ve done every time, you allow a small sip of the milk to pass your lips. It’s sticky, not quite white, clear and sour. Her body’s not quite gotten the internal recipe right yet, as it were, but Twilight’s said it can be a good indicator of when the foal is coming. Rarity shifts uncomfortably as you taste it.
“Isn’t it quite ... nasty? Come now darling, just help me empty them ... they ache so...”
You start to pinch, pull, and squeeze. Sobriety is sneaking into you, at least to the point that you think to ask her if she’s comfortable. She replies with a sigh that sounds like a balloon deflating. You watch as the milk level in the bowl continues to rise. She tries to snake a hoof around her belly to her privates, but you gently remove it and rub her yourself. She groans as you do it.
“Tonight... Tonight Twilight’s- She needs to watch. Oh I want both of those hands. I’ve been waiting positively forever to get both. I want them ... please, just a finger now?”
You slip in your middle finger and she squirms around it, milk flowing freely and dribbling down her hanging breasts and into the bowl in steady drips.
“One more. Just one more?”
You give her two and she practically screams. A small stream of milk begins to pour now, her body responding to your sudden probing with total release. You use your free hand to continue to coax more milk out of her with firm squeezes until at last the stream stops running of its own accord. She sways her hips hopefully, begging in hushed tones for you to put it in. You finally oblige, your work apparently done. In seconds you’re buried up to the hilt the warmth of her womanhood.
Through the alcohol fueled haze you can hear her screaming with reckless abandon, begging you to go harder, faster. You drive her into the kitchen table, chair sliding out from under her as you support her with both arms. She’s on the floor now, hips pumping back and forth furiously to increase the speed at which you’re smashing into her. A puddle of milk begins to form where the masses of her breasts are squished against the floor. She continues to squirm and pump her hips, leaving smears of streaky white liquid all across the tiles. She’s flowing heavily again, and she’s begging you to help them. She flops onto her back and the streams arc from her nipples and onto your pelvis. Both hands latch on with rough squeezes and pulls, twisting and pressing them as if they were a cow’s udders.
Milk jets out between your fingers, up onto your chest and neck. She’s squealing and moaning, hips rolling and body sliding about the lubricated floor. You continue to pound with all your strength, the distant sensation creeping in through your inebriation and welling up until it bursts from your mouth in a ragged scream. Her insides are flooded and her hooves scramble to pull you in, coating you in a slick covering of milk. She finally gets a good grab on your shoulders and pulls you down for a kiss, groaning and moaning into your mouth, tears streaming down her face. Slowly, she grows still, the ragged gasps of her breath and heaving of her body underneath you the only indicator of the intense pleasure still coursing through her. You help her to her hooves and she surveys your work: the large mixing bowl you’d been given has a pool of milk in it roughly an inch deep. She scrunches up her face and the floor flashes, cleaning itself up.
“G- Go get a shower and some clean clothes. I’ll see to dinner, hmm?”
You sigh and stumble out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and into the shower. It’s a half hour before you’re cleaned up and downstairs. She’s back in her chair sewing when the timer goes off.
“That’ll be the potatoes, done.”
She struggles to get to her hooves but can’t get out of the chair.
“Nnnghhh. Stupid... Stupid weight.”
You kiss her cheek. She’s beautiful, and she should stay put. You’ll come back to give her immobile body tummy-rubs.
“Don’t just ... you and your fetish, honestly. Go get the potatoes before they burn.”
At her bidding you hurry into the kitchen, stumbling as you go and smashing the doorframe with your leg. Despite the steady stream of curses you let loose the pain isn’t too bad, and you limp into the kitchen to rescue her cooking from the oven. It’s only the work of a few minutes and some oven mitts to get the absurd amount of food out of the oven and off the stove. Cheesy potatoes, steamed vegetables, and a bowl of diced fruit with whipped cream. You grin at the incredible impromptu meal, hurrying to straighten up the dining section of the kitchen and put out the good china and glasses. You remove the cork on a particularly fine vintage wine and return to the living room triumphantly to await Dash and Twilight.
Rarity eyes you as you come back in and takes the puppet she’s been working on off of her horn.
“Did you hit your leg a minute ago? It sounded nasty.”
You shrug. It doesn’t hurt that badly.
“Well, let’s see it, hmm?”
“There now let’s have a loo~WUAHAHA.”
You pull up your jeans leg with a sigh, rolling your eyes. You’re greeted with a large red smear of blood. You quickly move to cover it back up but she stops you with a grumpy glare.
“Hold still... You’re a great big idiot you know that? Trying to pretend you’re alright when you’re not.”

You sigh as she scrunches up her face, horn beginning to glow. The ring on your hand shines with a brilliant light and you hold it up to look at it. When you look back down, the blood is gone and the cut on your knee has vanished as well, leaving behind nothing but a large bruise.
“There now. That’s better.”
You shake your head, wondering just how drunk you still are. Could she always do that?

“No, not always. But I had a suspicion. Twilight said my magic might get a little bit better where you’re concerned. Said it happens sometimes to unicorns who pick mates, and that it’s just an interesting application of my gem handling and finding magics.”

You sigh and rub her ears, stopping only to tell her she’s incredible.
“Hmmmm ... tell me more.”

She’s the best pony in the world. So smart and clever.

“Really?”
Your hands creep down to her belly and she shifts a bit, spreading her legs slightly.
Really, really. She’s beautiful, too.
“Mmmhmm... go on...”
A knock at the door snaps you both to attention.
“Dash and Twilight? Already? You said two hours. It’s barely been one!”
You shrug, awkwardly approaching the door. Behind you she struggles to get out of her chair, but can’t.
“Oh no ... no, no wait. I need a shower!”

You open the door and are greeted in the dusk by a grey pony handing you a handful of letters. The mailmare smiles her wall-eyed grin at you before taking off for the next home. You close the door behind her and sift through it. A few bills, some subscription renewals, and a letter from ... Sweetie Belle? You toss it to Rarity before she can ask who was at the door.
“It’s a tad late for the post isn’t it? Dear me, that poor pegasus who does all the delivering must be exhausted by the end of the day.”

She opens the letter and bites her lip.
“Hmmm. Sweetie says she wants to come back into town to help with the birth. Isn’t that nice? But I hope she’s doing alright... She’s still not had a a single positive step in her music career, you know?”
You nod, carrying the other things into the workshop room to be looked over and paid later. When you return to the living room she’s struggling to get out of her chair again.
“Last one was too close a call. Nnnnf. Need to go shower.”

You cross the room to her and ease her back in the chair, rubbing her belly.
“Nnhh. No, no. You know I need to go shower. Don’t...”
You smother her tummy in kisses.
“I’ll sit back down in it after dinner. You can ... have your way while I can’t move then, alright?”
You hold up a hand teasingly to her face. Doesn’t she want this?

“You ... you know I do. Stop that.”
She struggles to break her gaze from your digits before finally breaking down and spreading her legs.
“Just ... quickly. Just a couple.”
You slip two into her, her insides already sticky, soft, and wet.
“Nnnh. So soon after being naughty. We musn’t...”
You slip a third finger in and she whimpers.
“Give me ... give me all of them.”
You lean down. Does she really want that? She said you shouldn’t.

“I lied. Give me them all ... please?”
She spreads her legs a little more and massages the mountain of soft pony flesh that’s pooling between them. You pull out and she snaps her hooves around your arm, pulling roughly at your hand, rubbing it vigorously at the entrance to her opening.
“Nnnnhhaaaa. Come shower with me?”
You flex your spare hand in front of her face. You tell her she should save it for Twilight and Dash. Immediately, blush creeps into her face.
“Alright then. Help me up?”
You scoop your arms under her and lift with your legs, setting her on the floor with a bit of difficulty.
“Mmmm. I guess I’ll be eating heavily tonight after all.”
You smack her enormous posterior and tell her she’ll be twice as big before you can’t do it anymore.
“We’ll see about that. I can see you struggling, you know.”
Nonsense. You hook your arms around her to lift her again but she wiggles away.
“No, no. You’ve proved your point. You can stuff me later tonight.”
And with that she darts up the stairs before either of your self control snaps. You sigh and flop into her chair, exhaustion and alcohol creeping into your thoughts and numbing your mind. You feel your eyelids close, and you start to doze off.

You’re awakened by a hoof shaking you some time later. Dash’s face comes into view.
“Hey... Hey, dude. Dude, we’re here. Didja forget about us?”
“Dash... Dash, don’t. If they’re tired, we should go home.”

You snap up at Twilight’s voice and look around. They’ve walked in. You feel a tingle in your legs and look down to find Rarity curled up and blinking away sleep. You try to piece together how she got there, when she did it, how long you’ve been asleep, but Dash just grins at you.

“You should totally see yourselves. You’re such old timers, I swear. Does being parents mean you act like a pair of old grannies? Seriously, you slept through us knocking and coming in your front door. How do you even do that?”
At your feet Rarity hops off the stool and stretches.
“I should like to know too, but after you were twenty minutes late I supposed a nap was in order, Rainbow Dash.”

Dash rolls her eyes as Twilight apologizes for both their lateness and their intrusion.
Rarity has to muffle a yawn before replying.
“Now now... ...Twilight. That’s all water over the dam. Let’s get to the dinner table, yes? No sense in waiting a moment longer.”

You all follow Rarity into the kitchen and up to the table, where she takes her place at the head and the other ponies hop into their respective seats. You take your own near her and Rarity starts to pour wine into glasses for everyone but herself as Twilight levitates the food off the warmers and onto the table.
“Wow Rarity. You’ve sure outdone yourself this time. What a great looking meal!”
Twilight’s compliment earns a proud smile as she waits for people to pass the dishes around and load their plates up. Rarity goes last, taking anything that remains and loading her plate up with it. Even in this company you can’t slow your arousal as you watch her take polite and measured bites of the enormous portions, imagining where every single calorie might go. She sips her water, listening politely to any bits of conversation Twilight and Dash bring up and occasionally giving her input on things; how business is going, the state of her health and the baby’s, if she’s still putting out as much milk as usual. At this last one, Rarity politely sets her fork down, and you know it’s coming.
“Oh, yes ... yes. Just tonight in fact we had to milk them a third time … it’s been simply awful. When we do it, I just can’t keep my hooves off him either ... and of course he can’t keep his hands off me. Things just turn so naughty so quickly, you know?”
Twilight chews politely and blushes, but Dash quickly darts into the conversation, face deeply red from the wine.
“Oh man, I totally know that feeling. Tonight when I got back from the bar, oh yeah. Couldn’t keep my hooves off this silly filly over here.”
She pumps her hoof in the air victoriously while one of her hind hooves nudges Twilight’s. Twilight’s ears flatten slightly and she looks awkwardly at the floor as she tries to slow the direction of the conversation.
“Rainbow...”
“Gah, you should have seen her when I got home. Couldn’t even tell her we had dinner to go to until I’d dragged her into the shower... And then we needed ANOTHER after that, but you know how it goes. I’m tellin’ ya, unicorn sex is so. Freaking. Amazing.”
Rarity eyes the blue pony sagely. The only one present who’s one hundred percent sober, she’s totally prepared to sneak in the conversation starter through everyone’s lowered inhibitions.
“Oh my goodness, yes. We both needed showers after our interaction as well. Not as badly as the last time the four of us ... but do you remember that? Oh my stars, what a night!”
“Ohh yeah. I keep telling Twilight we should totally, totally hop back in bed with you two crazies sometime, but you know how hard it is to get this pony to do anything.”
“Oh really? So you mean you two might be ... interested in doing something like that again?”
“Well...”
Twilight finally breaks in.

“Rainbow, please. I don’t know that it’s ... such a good idea to talk about this over dinner.”
Rarity cuts in quickly, seeing her window closing.
“But... Well, Twilight. If I’m honest, that’s sort of the reason we invited you ponies over tonight.”

“I... I’m not sure that’s such a good idea Rarity. Can’t we talk about something else? It’s just so sudden, and you with a baby on the way and all... I don’t think it’s wise.”

“O-oh... Oh right. Sorry, I didn’t mean to-”
“Mean to make it awkward?”

“No. Yes. I mean...”
“I thought you guys got really jealous over the last time we did it. Did something change?”
“You could say we’ve been talking. We’ve talked out a few ... kinks.”
Dash re-enters the conversation with a sudden interjection.
“Oh yeah? Us too!”
“Not enough we haven’t.”
“But Twilight-”
“This isn’t something I feel comfortable discussing in front of other ponies, Rainbow. Please?”

You politely take everyone’s plates, carrying the leftovers over to the refrigerator. By the time you return Rarity’s blushing and Twilight and Dash are pouring another glass of wine. It looks like the ponies are migrating to the sitting room. You follow them as they wrap up the conversation, Twilight promising to give the matter some thought before settling onto the couch with Dash curled up on her legs.
“It’s not that I’m opposed, I just ... we need some time to think on it.”
“I understand perfectly, my dear. You needn’t get involved tonight if you don’t want. Do keep in mind that our time is running out though...”
“I know. I’ll try to give you an answer by tomorrow, alright?”
Twilight smiles reassuringly at her friend and Rarity grins back.
“Alright then. Until then, I thought maybe... Maybe you could do us a favor?”
“Oh?”
“Well... You know how I’ve a fondness for hands.”
“Yes.”

“And recently I’ve been ... well I’ve been wondering, do you think it’s safe to put two of them in?”
Dash sits up.
“Do you mean to tell me you can get those-”
She looks over at your hands.
“-Those things inside you?”
Twilight covers for Rarity’s mounting embarrassment.

“Rainbow Dash. Please. A mare can fit plenty of things into her, as you know aaaallll too well.”
Dash blushes and sinks her face into Twilight’s side with a sudden and uncharacteristic embarrassed grumble.
“To answer your question ... it might be a bit dangerous. But I think it’s possible. Especially after the foal, things will be a bit ... stretched after that. Try to remember-”

Rarity cuts her off quickly.
“Oh ... we weren’t going to wait that long. I was really hoping we could get them in before the baby.”
“Oh... Gosh, I... I’m not sure about that, Rarity. That’s not a place you want to rip, harm or damage right before the baby.”
“But wasn’t it you who said that a couple can continue to have ... relations...”
Dash snorts at her choice of words, but Twilight glares her into submission.
“Up until the birth, as long as they’re careful?”
“Well, yes. I’m not saying it’s impossible, Rarity. But you need to be a good judge of when it hurts, just like anypony ever needs to be. You’ve told me before that’s a tough call for you to make”
“Yes, that’s why I was thinking perhaps ... perhaps tonight you might watch over us while we try it.”
“You mean like ... participating.”
“No, not participating. Just watching.”
“You mean like participating.”
“No! Twilight Sparkle, surely you see the difference?”
“That ... watching you have sex is only a step away from getting involved. You know how these things go Rarity. I told you, I’ll make up my mind tomorrow.”
“I... I didn’t mean to make it seem like-”
“I’m sure you didn’t. But my answer stands. I’m sorry, Rarity.”
Rarity’s ears flatten and blush creeps up to her horn. The crushing feeling of embarrassment for her leaves a tight feeling in your own gut. Twilight apparently also feels for her, because eventually she breaks the silence.
“Well, if Rainbow will go pick up the book for me... I’ll thumb through it now and see if I can do a little research to make sure it’s possible. How’s that sound?”
Rarity smiles.
“Oh Twilight, you needn’t... I mean, I really do want you to enjoy tonight and relax with us, you needn’t read.”
Dash is up and out the door already and you can’t help but laugh. Events are just not playing out as your hefty wife expected at all tonight. As soon as she’s gone Twilight’s grilling you both.
“Alright, we have five minutes. Maybe more if the book’s hard to find. So tell me about this ... talk you had. Dash and I had one recently.”
Rarity sits up and leans into Twilight and together they look for all the world like a pair of horned conspirators as they deal in their gossip.
“So he finally came clean about that fat fetish eh? It’s about time!”
“Oh I was rather shocked at how deeply it ran. Did everypony know but me?”

“Well we knew he liked you big. But that is pretty interesting. Dash finally admitted to enjoying being held down, I swear I thought she’d never come clean. Last night was our first go at strapping her to the bed fully and-”
“Oh my goodness, how kinky! How’d it go?”
“It was amazing. You should have heard her beg.”
“Oh, I know that sound. I’ve got him trained too, you know.”
Now seems like an excellent time to go get another glass of wine, and you pull yourself away from the conversation. Nopony replies when you excuse yourself, and you’re certain that their ignoring your presence is half the joke to them. You duck out of the room as they continue to gossip like school fillies and reach for the wine bottle before shrugging and chugging down the last few mouthfuls and opening another. You decide to bring it back into the other room with you as you sneak back in.
“You should see how hard we have to strap those wings down.”
“Well I should bet so. You did mention they were strong.”

“You haven’t lived until she brushes you down there with them. She’s so soft, they’re so incredible.”
“Why Twilight sparkle, do you have a wing fetish?”
“No, it’s nothing like her horn thing... I think I just have a Rainbow Dash fetish.”
“Ohhh that’s such a sweet thing to say. You really care for her, don’t you?”
“I... I’d raise the sun for her if I could, Rarity... Just to see her face in its light for a few more minutes a day, I’d stop time itself.”
“That’s so poetic... I wish a certain someone would say such things about me.”
You have so said those sorts of things. Has she forgotten how you praised her in the moonlight only a couple weeks ago? But you’re still being ignored, at least until-
There’s a thud at one of the windows and Dash flies in before crashing into Twilight on the couch. They roll around for several minutes, Rarity leaning back and watching as Dash locks her lips drunkenly into Twilight’s. Twilight sneaks a glance at Rarity before getting a nod and returning the kiss, her hooves sneaking down to Dash’s wings and rubbing them tenderly until at last the pegasus breaks the kiss.
“You didn’t tell me what book to get, so I just brought the ones off your desk labeled ‘Rarity.’ Sorry.”
“Oh Rainbow, you’ve got nothing to be sorry for. This is perfect!”
Twilight holds a book aloft before flipping through it. At her side on the couch Dash buries her head in her mate’s soft side and drifts into a nap. Rarity starts to sew a new puppet and you creep across the room and start to build a fire as Twilight continues to flick through pages intently. The next hour or two pass slowly. Occasionally you’ll all be broken from your respective tasks by Dash’s drunkenly kissing and nibbling at Twilight’s neck. The lavender pony will resist only at first, always inevitably consenting to letting her partner travel across her body to her lips with kisses until the aroused mare is calmed and snoozing at Twilight’s side once more.

For your own part you stay snuggled up to Rarity. Both of you are growing warm by the fire, and you gently rub at her tummy, sometimes drawing a soft kick from the restless foal within. She continues to take measurements of your hand while it rests there, obviously trying with difficulty to make what looks like a glove. Once she’s got it she stuffs around it with padding and adds three more fingers. You frown as she completes the rough outline of her octopus hand puppet. She looks up to you at last and whispers happily.
“Won’t the baby love it? I just know she’ll enjoy playing with us, I’ve made this lovely horn puppet ... and now you can play too. You can be her octey. Look, the eyes are going to go here and here ... we’ll give it some cute little patterns, and she can cuddle with it when you’re not using it to entertain her.”

You smile and kiss her cheek affectionately before she holds it up to show off to your guests. Instead she has to stifle a chuckle. Dash lies sprawled across a now snoozing Twilight, the violet magician’s book splayed awkwardly across her face. Every now and then a snore creeps out from within the bundle of feathers and pages, and the two look for all the world like some retired pair of elderly mares who couldn’t keep their eyes open any longer and fell asleep where they sat.
You whisper that it looks like Twilight ended up muzzle deep in vagina after all tonight.

Rarity tilts her head, not sure what you’re getting at.
It’s the book. The subject. The subject is vagina. The book is on Twilight’s face.

Her face lights up as comprehension dawns on her, and Rarity has to stifle a laugh.
“Hehehe-ohhh ouch. My legs are killing me. I believe I feel like stretching my hooves... Shall we leave them to go for a stroll?”
You groan with the effort it takes to bring life to your limbs and sit up in reply, looking around for your shoes as she gathers her scarf, a hat, a warm saddle, and some nice boots. You help her cinch the saddle across her back and toss on a warm jacket yourself before stepping out into the cold Autumn night with her.

After a full day of working quietly in a chair, she’s a bundle of energy. She chats happily about any number of things, perhaps glad to see you relatively sober. As she prances alongside you in her boots you force back a shiver. The night’s gotten bitterly cold, and when the wind blows it bites through your jacket. You ask her if she’s alright.
“Heavens no. It’s simply dreadful and cold out, but that’s the price I pay for sitting inside during the sunny part of the day, you know?”

You sigh and look up. The clouds are growing darker, and the forecast for tonight looks rainy. You pull your jacket tighter around yourself and rub your chest and sides as she gushes.
“I’m more than a little disappointed Twilight’s not gone more strongly for the proposal, aren’t you?”
You nod and let her get it all out of her system.
“I mean, that pony enjoyed it last time. I know she did. She’s so worried over such silliness as jealousy, I... I wonder if she’s afraid of sharing Rainbow Dash?”

You shrug. Anything’s possible.
“Well come now, give me your opinions.”
You sigh. Opinions on her friends aren’t smart things to talk about, that’s just gossip. Maybe Twilight, like you, doesn’t know just how jealously she’ll react. Maybe she needs time to steel herself for it, because even if she enjoyed it, she might still be afraid of feeling jealous.
“That’s... that’s possible. OR, perhaps she’s just playing hard to get, or has a scar she’d not like to show off, or...”
Above you thunder rolls and booms and her ears flatten to her head. She immediately nuzzles up to you and plods on silently for a few minutes.
“Maybe she’s afraid of liking what she sees when she sees you?”

Impossible. Twilight’s a lesbian, through and through. She’s admitted it to Rarity a half a dozen times. She’s liked mares since she discovered sex, and then some. She’s never really had a physical attraction to colts, or anything they could offer. Even you know it.
“What of Dash, then? You don’t suppose she’s still not certain what Dash prefers, do you? Insecure, perhaps?”
You bite your lip here. Anything’s possible, but you privately hold your doubts. Dash went for drinks with you as nothing less than one of the guys. You think you can guess who wears the saddle in their relationship. Or at least you thought you could until Twilight mentioned being tied down. Maybe the role reversal pleases her? Above you the clouds flash and the entire street is briefly illuminated. You watch as lightning bursts across the skyline suddenly, and Rarity bolts. You feel her grab your jacket cuff with her mouth, and suddenly you’re being dragged away with all speed to the shelter of a nearby house.
“Stay close.”
She’s shivering. Not from the cold: there are no teeth chattering. No, she’s truly shivering, from the top of her stylish hat right down to her horseshoes. When the lightning flashes again the rain begins to pour with a vengeance and she huddles into your arms. For a pony who’s faced down manticores it seems unusual that she’d be so suddenly afraid of lightning. You recall that it’s not a fear she’s always had either, and she lets a strangled sob sneak into your chest.
“I-”
A loud inhale of breath.
“I want to go home. Right now. Please?”
You nod and look for a way to get her back there without getting too wet. The cold alone is miserable enough, but the water...
Another flash, and Rarity’s dragging you out into the rain with all speed. Like a compulsion she makes a beeline for the Boutique, ignorant of any flower beds, gardens, and vegetable patches you trample through to make the shortest route. By the time you reach the proper street you’re quaking with the cold. It’s down to your bones now, your clothes sticking to you like a frigid second skin. Autumn is fast approaching winter with a vengeance, and a hard wind kicks up and almost brings you both to your knees. You’re in sight of the Boutique when the lightning and thunder break the night once more. It’s too much for her and she finally drops to the ground, pulling you with her.
“Just let it pass. You’re too tall, you’ll be hit.”
You’re not too tall. Trees are too tall. Houses are too tall. You’re only a couple feet higher than she is.
“That’s a couple feet too much. Stoop when you walk, understand?”
You nod, wanting the foolish argument to be over. When you take to your feet again you crouch as you hustle forward to your doorway, which she unceremoniously flings open and pulls you stubbornly through before slamming the door shut and panting. Immediately she locks herself around you.
“Safe. Alright? You’re safe and I am and the baby is.”
You help lift her ruined mane out from her eyes and she shakes her body off, slinking out of her soaked saddle and boots. You remove her hat and your own jacket, but she doesn’t stop until every soaked scrap of clothing is off your body. Everything is chilly, even the act of being hurriedly stripped can’t pull a boner from the depths of your frozen misery. She appraises you before taking your hand gently in her teeth and pulling you over to the fire. It’s during the trip toward the ring of couches and chairs that you notice Dash and Twilight aren’t on their sofa anymore. It’s only a few more steps before you actually think to listen. The room is incredibly quiet, and as the space between the seating comes into view, you see them.
They’re a tangle of hooves, horn, and wings; frozen in place from the moment the two of you burst back in. For lack of anything better to do you break your staring by striding past them to the fire and throwing on another log. When you turn around, they’re looking up at your nude figure. You shrug and sit on edge of the fireplace, warming your back and chest. Rarity recovers her wits enough to speak.
“I- We didn’t mean to interrupt.”
Dash takes the initiative now.
“Rarity, we uhhh... Ok, let’s face it, you’ve caught us doing worse. Right?”
“Well, I was going to say I’ve caught you doing the same thing once before.”
“Well, it just seemed so cool. Neither of us have a fireplace, ya know?”
“I can imagine ... it’s ok. Honestly, you two needn’t have stopped. We’re ... not here to judge you.”
“But...”
“No, not if you won’t judge us. But I’ve just come in from a thunderstorm, and I want my husband’s body against mine for a bit. I hope that doesn’t ... make either of you uncomfortable.”
Dash and Twilight look over with interest at you, and Rarity walks back into their field of vision before snuggling up to you. Her coat’s wet and needs to dry, so you vacate the warm spot you were saving and content yourself with one a bit further away. You stretch your hand out and she kisses it.
“So you two got caught in my thunderstorm, eh? What’d you think?”
“I thought it was dreadful. So sorry, Rainbow Dash. I’m just ... I don’t quite care for them as I once did.”
“Pshyeah. I don’t know if you ever really liked ‘em, but it’s always worth a shot. That one’s stacked five clouds deep y’know.”
You yawn. If everypony’s actually going to unironically talk about the weather while the overarching promise of sex lingers only a single drunken mistake away, you’re going to need coffee. But when you rise, Rarity gets a hoof around your leg and pulls you back in.
“Where are you going?”
Coffee.
“Not yet. I’ve...”
She looks over at the other two ponies and sighs.
“I’ve something I must tend to, as a wife.”
And with that she clamps her mouth down on your shrunken member. It’s strange to move from damp cold to hot breath, the warmth of her tongue rolling it around the roof of her mouth. You know she loves this part, when it’s not quite hard and the whole thing can fit in her mouth without need of going down her throat. You’ve kept it limp through sheer willpower on a couple of occasions, but you haven’t the mind for it tonight. You can feel it stretching, hardening, lengthening. With nowhere to go it literally expands in her mouth and down her throat. She gulps to take it as long as she can, breathing heavily out her nose to suppress her gag reflex. At last she slides it out, the slick, hard shaft glistening in the firelight. She eyes it hungrily now, hooves gently rubbing at it.
“Must keep this part warm. The rest of you will be fine I suspect, but this part just seemed so miserable.”
You chance a glance over at Twilight and Dash. Both are gawking, perhaps impressed with how she managed the full length and girth. Perhaps it seemed quite the magic trick, watching it enter in one degree of size and exit another. You’re fairly sure they’re not interested in your penis however. What they’re interested in is ...
You look back, and there it is. She’s done the entire trick on her side, one leg hiked up, privates shining and wet on display. The firelight reveals that her lower lips have become swollen and ready, you can only guess at how sensitive they must be. And just above the folds, both her teats. These too are swollen, a bright pink shining nearly naked, barely covered through her coat. Her whole ivory body shimmers with the sheen of the Autumn night’s dampness. You suspect she could stand to be milked again, and you gently cup one mammary in your hand. Her eyes roll back and she bites her lip.
“I know I said ... Twilight, I’m sorry.”
Twilight shifts a bit.
“Well... I... It’s technically tomorrow, you know.”
You look at the clock. Half past midnight.
“And we did talk about it after you’d gone... We thought you’d gone upstairs to bed. So I guess... I guess we’ll try, if Rainbow wants.”
Dash grins.
“You mean we get to play with those? So. Freaking. Great!”
And she zips over to your wife with all speed to fondle her spare breast. You decide to switch tactics and rub her tummy, and Rarity almost melts as Twilight reaches her and takes the spare tit in her hooves, squeezing it gently and gasping as milk spurts out onto her violet coat.
“Nnnhhh ... so many ponies.”

Rarity squeaks the words between massages. Beneath your hand her tummy growls. You gulp and rise, heading to the kitchen to get her a snack and hoping she’ll not be too self conscious to be stuffed. As you go, Twilight gives you a hurried glance. You nod and smile to assure her that you’re alright and step into the kitchen.

Once there you pick up everything you can carry. The marshmallows, the chocolate chips, both pans of the leftover potatoes, some left over stirfry from last night, some cheese ravioli from the night before that. You also bring two bowls for her milking.

The sight that you emerge from the kitchen to is everything you left, escalated. Both ponies suckle at Rarity’s teats, obviously uncaring of the flavor. They’re spooned parallel to one another, Dash’s hoof is rubbing between Twilight’s legs as she grinds her privates on the scholar’s back leg. Rarity moans, back arching, back legs flexing. When she spots you her eyes widen and she motions you hastily over to her. You drop your pile of plates and lean down to her.

“Y-your hands...”

She needs to eat her food first. You rub at her ears until she waves Twilight and Dash away, finally managing to sit up. You hand her the bag of marshmallows and she looks at them for a moment before shaking her head.

“In front of ... in front of everypony? You don’t- you can’t make me...”

You scoop up a handful and hold them up to her mouth and she eats them, eyes glued to a spot on the floor. You gently rub at her tummy while Twilight and Dash set about milking her. Their sudden grip on her swollen mammaries snaps her attention back to them. She swallows a mouthful of chocolate chips with difficulty.

“D-don’t look ... please, don’t look.”

Twilight scoops up a hoof-ful of marshmallows and holds them up to Rarity’s mouth. The ivory pony’s resolve breaks down as she accepts the offering without making eye contact. Dash starts to rub at your wife’s tummy, one of her hooves creeping between her legs. Before long their generous attentions have her eating from their hooves, and she polishes off the ravioli hastily.

Around the time she finishes with the leftover potatoes, Rarity hooks a slightly cheesy hoof over your member and looks up at you.

“I’ll eat it all... I promise. Don’t ... don’t keep me waiting, hmmmm?”

You help her onto her hooves and she gratefully digs into the plate as you sink your hand into her immense haunches, inviting Twilight to do the same. The purple pony gently extends a hoof, rubbing the immense and plush backside before suddenly giving it a rough squeeze with both hooves.

“Oh ... oh my gosh. Rainbow, come feel this.”

Rarity starts to squirm under your combined attentions. Dash however is on her back at this point, both hooves rubbing her own slit in slow circles.

“T-twiliiight.”

And with that Twilight slinks over to her partner, burying her face between Dash’s legs. The sound of her licking fills the room and before long Dash is kicking and bucking and rolling about the floor. Rarity wiggles her bottom to bring you back to attention and you slip into her womanhood. Sound stops behind you as Twilight and Dash stare. You slap Rarity’s rump hard, sending waves through her body. This is what she wants, right?

“Nnnyeesss. Everypony look at me.”

Dash and Twilight hold a whispered conversation as you’re forced onto your back by Rarity. She straddles your slickened cock and slides down it just as Dash and Twilight approach. Dash’s hooves begin to work their way up and down your boner any time Rarity slides off it, and as she does Twilight begins to lick at her bared womanhood. Both helping ponies have their hooves all over one another, and it’s not long before everyone involved is covered in equal parts milk, precum, and personal lubricant. Your slickened skin shines in the firelight alongside their damp and patched coats. At several points you feel yourself ready to cum, but at the last moment Twilight jerks Rarity off her perch and Dash clenches her hooves around your thickness and denies you any form of release. Each time you scream, and each time the ponies involved have to restrain you and Rarity from meeting long enough to complete the deed. After a couple of times the fighting becomes physical, you actually pick Dash up and head lock her, straddling Rarity before being bucked off by Twilight and lifted into the air by Dash’s prodigious wing strength. Every pony involved is soon a tangle of hooves and horns and wings, and the lot of you are flopping about with little regard to your surroundings. Chairs and coffee tables are sent sprawling, resulting in knees and elbows sure to bruise by morning. At one point you’re finally flung to the ground and pinned by Rainbow Dash, Twilight, and Rarity collectively.

At last you feel the orgasm welling up and push Rarity roughly onto her back, kicking and bucking every pony off of you long enough to slam into her furiously. Dash and Twilight lie on the ground panting and defeated, watching the heavy unicorn get plowed while they work their hooves over one another violently.Their collective moans fade to white noise in your ears as you finally blow your load inside Rarity, pulling out and shooting shot after shot over her body. She rolls onto her hooves and latches her mouth around you, gulping and moaning as she finally gets the treat she wanted. Then, face coated and mane mussed, she flops onto her side with ragged gasps for air, chest heaving. Behind you sound fades back in and you turn to spot Twilight and Dash, legs locked around each other, grinding their soaking slits against each other, hooves clawing at the carpet, Dash’s wings beating furiously. Twilight finishes first and goes limp as Dash mounts one of her legs and humps furiously at it, eyes rolling back until at last she’s satisfied and flops onto her side next to her partner.

The giggling starts with Rarity, then moves quickly throughout the room.

“That ... was amazing.”

Twilight nods and grips her partner by the haunches, squeezing their firm and toned surface. Under her hooves Dash squirms and groans between exhausted chuckles. And then-

“S-so Twilight ... do you think you could help with...”

You feel Rarity lift up one of your hands before dropping it.

“I... Alright, well, let’s see. You’re going to want to get on your hooves I think, and let him approach from behind.”

You help Rarity rise and Twilight scrunches up her face. There’s a popping noise and a bottle of lubricant materializes beside you.

“Alright, now you’ll want to get your hands good and slick.”

You turn to look at her as she directs you, Dash slung over one of her shoulders and watching intently.

“Just do one at first. I want to see and make sure that it’s not too much stretching already.”

You tuck your thumb in and gently slide in up to the knuckles, waiting for her to relax enough to go up to your wrist. Once you’re inside, you bunch your fist inside her and you watch as her knees start to shake. You ask her if she’s alright.

“Mmm... Yes. I think so... Very ... very tired after earlier. Need a little help.”

In a blur of sky blue Rainbow Dash is beside her, helping to prop her head up as her front legs threaten to give.

“Alright, now wait for a minute and you should feel things relax inside. That means it’s ... probably ok to move around a bit in there. You’re going to want to roll your hand around and see what kind of room you’re working with. You shouldn’t need a lot more, but there needs to be at least a little give.”

There’s exactly the space Twilight is describing. The inner walls are soft, cushy, warm, and wet. They give ever so slightly as you manage to fold and unfold your hand repeatedly. You tell Twilight it feels alright, and she nods.

“Alright, now be careful here. We don’t want to introduce too much air into her, so we need to go slowly. If air enters the blood stream through there - too much air mind you, it can ... well ... it’ll kill her, alright? Be careful.”

You bite your lip, the warning is a bit potent. You ask Rarity if it’s really worth that risk.

“It’s ... it’s not that bad ... what’s the risk like?”

“Well ... it doesn’t happen often, but ponies don’t often get hands put in there. I mean, ponies never get hands put in there, but ... Just make sure you clench them together tight. Alright?”

You nod. Following her instructions, you hold both hands up as if in prayer, gently easing them into the alabaster unicorn’s soaking wet love tunnel. Twilight approaches as you slowly slip in, squirting lubricant here and there, and rubbing gently to keep Rarity stimulated. Around the time you reach your knuckles you meet a good deal of resistance. In this position you can’t tuck your thumbs, and the required entry is...

“It’s too big, Rarity.”

Twilight cuts in on your behalf.

“Nnnhhh... No... Nooooo. Put them in?”

You roll your eyes and wish you could tell Twilight how stubborn she is about this.

“Rarity, it’s just ... it won’t feel good.”

“Already ... already feels amazing. Just a bit more, please?”

“It’s his thumbs, Rarity. They’re not going to-”

She’s interrupted as Rarity bucks forward. Instinctively you tuck your thumbs slightly and suddenly you’re up to the backs of your thumbs inside her. You can feel her struggle as Dash gets a grip on her, can feel her shake and try to roll as she moans.

“Nnnnh. Yeeeees. Bit more. Just a bit more?”

You look to Twilight for help, but the purple pony has dropped to her haunches, eyebrows raised.

“There’s no blood ... no signs of tearing ... I think she might be able to take it all! You should... I mean ... in the interest of science, we can’t turn back now, right?”

You sigh as you watch a hoof drop between Twilight’s legs and her eyes slowly lid.

“Just need to go a little further. You can do it dude!”

You look at Rainbow Dash as she too drops one hoof to toy with herself, both ponies suddenly infatuated with the idea of being so filled up.

“I... Hey Twi, you think those would fit in-”

“NO.”

Everyone’s eyes are drawn to Rarity following her sudden outburst. When her voice finds its way out it’s strange, hyper possessive, angry.

“They’re mine. You ... you can’t have them! Keep away from him! MINE. MIIINE.”

And just like that, she loosens. You can feel it happen around you, and you bite your lip and slip yourself the rest of the way in. Now that you’re up to your wrists you let your fingers slide into an interlocked double fist. Rarity’s words are stopped with the suddenness and she bites her lip and drops to the floor, taking you with her. Dash jerks up and holds her aloft, protecting her from landing on her tummy as the pony wrestles around in her armlock.

Inside her with no safe way to draw yourself back out, you’re brought along for the ride wherever her half-airborne body rolls. When she reaches her back, Twilight bounds up and straps materialize out of the air, pinning Rarity to the floor.

“Do it. Quickly, do her good!”

Dash releases her hold and you experimentally roll your locked hands around inside your wife. Rarity pulls and strains against the straps that hold her legs, but all that comes out of her mouth is a low moan. Her eyes have glazed, her breathing is rapid, her tongue lolls out of her gaping mouth. Twilight and Dash begin to tend to her also, and the moment their lips meet her breasts Rarity finds her voice.

“Nnnhhaa. It’s... It’s so... So... Ohhh... More. Mooore. Put it in. Please put it in?”

You steal a glance at Twilight and she shrugs.

“I can ... you can use the other one. The other hole. Please, put it in?”

You sigh. You knew this would happen. It’s not going to be enough, it’s never going to be enough. She goes crazy when she gets like this. But to your surprise, Dash lifts Rarity’s back end up and moves her tail aside as Twilight starts to squirt some lubrication onto her hoof.

The work is slow going, but soon Twilight’s got you slickened up. She shrugs as a moan escapes your lips at her soft touch.

“It’s not... I don’t... Be careful here, alright? She’s pretty out of it.”

You nod and slip just the head in, and suddenly Rarity begins to thrash.

“Yes. Yeess. That’s it. Not much further now!”

You plunge your manhood in and she screams, a ragged throaty scream of pain and animal lust the likes of which you’ve never heard. Lips that normally speak so gently spew a string of curses that would make a sailor pony blush. Soon you’re thrusting and twisting and pulling in ways you never imagined you would be, and the dull ache at the back of your member warns you that you’re dangerously close to climax already. At her breasts Twilight and Dash work hard with their hooves, flicking and playing with her nipples as they rub their own mare parts vigorously. You feel orgasm crash over you and hot liquid fills your wife’s ass. Not wanting to lose a single drop, you bury yourself balls-deep with one last loud slapping thrust. She screams once more and goes silent, eyes rolled back into her head, any continued thrusts only eliciting a small groan of protest.
At last you flop out of her and carefully unclasp your hands, drawing them out of her and pulling her close to you. At your side, Twilight and Dash are about to cum again, and you’re suddenly assaulted by wetness as Dash’s rocking orgasm sprays liquid across the floor and onto all of you. She grows still as well, and consciousness starts to fade out as you check Rarity’s breathing and pull her into your chest. Fatigue grips you for a second time today and you bury your head in the softness of her side. At your back Dash and Twilight cuddle up, tails intertwining, hooves hooking, lips seeking each other. Darkness creeps into your vision, and you know no more.

The room is dark and the fire has died when you snap awake. You’re not sure what caused it, memory hazy, but you can guess. It’s the same nightmares that have been plaguing you for the last week, whether you remember them or not. They’ve changed in nature each time you’ve discussed them. You try in vain to stretch your memory to one, but only grasp an image, however brief, of what you know to be your foal. She stands in your room, covered in blood. She keeps mouthing something about “The Bad Pony”. She’s crying. You bite your lip, wishing you could remember more. Was it a warning? A premonition? Or just a bad dream?
Beside you, Rarity stirs. She’s obviously become alert to your consciousness, as her hooves kick and play at your feet.
“C’mere, darling. Something the matter?”
You lean down into her. It’s nothing, just another nightmare. She nods.
“S’ok. You shouldn’t be so scared. Let’s go upstairs to bed and talk about it, hmmm?”
You look around for Dash and Twilight. They’re nowhere to be seen.
“They retired to the guest bedroom an hour ago. You’ve not been out that long. Come on, help me to my hooves, hmm?”
Slowly, memories of several hours ago flicker lights back on in the dim warehouse of your still turning mind. As you help her to her hooves you ask her if it was everything she wanted.
“Mmm. Yes. Well, I suppose so. I’m afraid to admit I’ve not got much memory after you got inside my- well ... you know.”
You do know. You know all too well. You were scared for her, too. You tried to tell her how she gets.
“Mmm, but it was so good.”
You climb the stairs together, talking in hushed whispers. There’s a bump at your hand from behind as you reach the stairs and she looks up. Suddenly she embraces you.
“Thank you. Thank you so much, for tonight. Were you terribly upset when Dash and Twilight got involved?”
You tell her you weren’t too upset, that it wasn’t as bad as you expected it to be, at any rate. She nods. As you crest the stairs she stops you.
“Nnnmmm... My... I’m sore.”
Is it bad? Did she hurt herself?
“No ... but I’ve been hoping you’d wake up. I ahh... I don’t particularly want to walk anywhere now, but...”
You eye her with one eyebrow raised. Walk somewhere? At this hour? Can’t it wait until morning?
“Yes... Well, no. No, I need it now.”
What is it that she could possibly need at this hour of the night?
“A ... a veggie burger?”
You groan. Cravings might be a large part of your fetish, but your legs are sore from wrestling Rainbow Dash and every minute awake brings new pain to your forehead, the start of what could be a terrible and powerful hangover if you’re not careful.
“I know you don’t want to, but you ... if you don’t go, then I shall.”
You sigh, defeated. You’re not going to send your pregnant wife out, alone, into a rainstorm. You’ll go get her burger, she should curl up. She smiles.
“Do hurry. And some hayfries, too? And tell them not to forget the mayonnaise. Or the onions. Please?”
You nod as you accompany her into your bedroom, trying not to eyeball the space your bed occupies, where its promise of a good night’s sleep whispers softly to you from out of the dark. Instead you throw on some dry jeans, a t-shirt, an overshirt, and a warmer jacket, stopping only to look about for your extra pair of shoes. She almost clotheslines you with them as you turn around, suddenly on top of you and practically under your legs.
“And a milkshake. Can you get one of those, too? Half strawberry, half vanilla?”
You nod.
“And some cherries, if they have them. On the milkshake, not the burger. That would just be strange.”
You tilt your head. Is she feeling alright? This is going to take forever at this rate.
“It’s... It’s alright, isn’t it? I know it’s been a while since I bothered you with it, but... I’d do it myself if I could.”
You shrug. It’s alright with you, you just want to be sure she’s feeling ok. It’s been quite some time indeed since she roused you from bed this late with such an order- not since the beginning of her pregnancy, when the cravings first began with all their fierceness.
“You’ll be careful... Out in the rain won’t you? Don’t get hurt.”
You nod, shoes finally on.
“And can you get pickles and extra mustard on the burger?”
You nod.
“And lettuce, lots of lettuce?”
Lettuce, on a veggie burger, alright.
“Do you think they’ve got cookies?”
You shush her with a finger to her lips. You’ll bring her order back, but she has to let you leave at some point.
“Yes ... yes of course. Oh do hurry back, won’t you?”
You nod, and step out of the room and into the hallway, creeping past Twilight and Dash’s room and down the stairs. Once you hit the streets, you let your mind wander immediately. Back to your dream. The rain soon has you damp from head to toe, and you shiver in spite of yourself at the fading effects of your most recent nightmare.
The bad pony? Something was there perhaps, behind your daughter. It was ... was it a pony? Was someone taking her? You struggle with your memory until-
Something grabs the back of your jacket. Instinctively you wheel about, hands up and ready to fight. In the dim of the street lamps, a rainbow mane and sky blue coat glimmer softly.
“Woah! Woooah! Dude, it’s like ... three in the morning. What the hay are you doing?”

You let your arms relax and look over her before telling her where you’re headed.
“Really? But didn’t she just - I mean... Gah, that’s so weird. Can I come with?”
You nod.
“Pregnancy is weird, huh?”
You can’t help but laugh as you start to walk together. Hasn’t she ever thought about kids before?

“Well I mean... It’s not like we don’t want them, but it’s more like we ... can’t, y’know? And... I’m not really sure we’re that serious.”
So now it’s come to it. Together you round the corner into a more populous street, pulling
your jacket closer around you and sneaking a glance out of the hood at her. At last you break the question to her.
Just how serious about Twilight is she?
“Well I... Oh, horseapples. She can’t be serious about a goofball like me, but I really do. Like her, I mean. I mean, I really really do like her. I like her so much, I’ve liked her since we met, and... And I just turn into a big dummy around her, y’know?”
You do know. It’s much the same between you and Rarity. Love has a way of making you stupid about someone.
“Love huh? Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
There’s a sniffle and you look away politely.
“Awww man. Something- something here. In the air. Grass seed probably.”
You don’t bother reminding her that it’s autumn.
“But I really... I don’t know, man. I love her... I’m just so... I don’t wanna screw it all up. I hate screwing stuff up. It’s worse than competitions, it’s worse than anything I’ve ever done. She’s such a big deal to me.”
You nod, making sure to look anywhere but her face as she continues her admission.
“I. Love. Twilight Sparkle. It just feels so weird to say it. I don’t know if she’d get scared of it. I’m kinda- I mean. I’m not really scared of it. But it would totally suck after chasing her for a freakin’ decade just to lose her now by being a total cling, yeah?”

A decade? Really that long?
“Yeah. Yeah, didn’t I tell you at the bar? I’ve been chasing this pony for forever.”
You smile and let your hand travel to her hair, messing it slightly.
“Aaaw dude. In the freaking rain? Reaaally?”
Really, really. You look up at the sky, ignoring the rain and clear your throat. Does she really want to know how Twilight feels about her?
“Huh? Do you really know?”
You bite your lip. Would Twilight want you to say something? What if you screw it up for them? You sigh.
“Dude, do you know? Did she tell you not to tell me?”
No, it’s not that.
“Oh... oh no. Does she really not-”
No. Twilight loves her. You quickly tell her about what Twilight said while she and Rarity were playing gossips.
“She said all that ... about me? You sure? You’re not just pullin’ my wings are you?”
You look down, and Dash’s lip is trembling. Immediately you look anywhere but at her.
“I ... wow. I’ve never had anypony really... I mean. Who’d have ever... Wow. So she really likes me?”
Yes. Twilight seems to love her, truly and surely. But she’s afraid to bring it up because she doesn’t want to mess things up either. Sound familiar?

“Haha. Oh my gosh...”
There’s a sudden hug at your side.
“Thanks ... really. I won’t... I won’t screw this up. I promise I won’t.”
You open the door for her as you reach the burger joint, stepping out of the rain and into the little shop.
If she doesn’t want to screw it up, perhaps she should start talking to Twilight about how they feel more often. Communication is like, essential ... and stuff.
“Gah. Damnit. Never thought a guy would be giving me the communication talk. But I guess you’re not the average colt ... You gonna order, by the way?”

You snap to attention, looking over at the patiently waiting stallion behind the counter. You submit the order, plus one burger with twice the condiments on it.
“You like all that junk on your veggies?”
No, Rarity does.
“But I thought you said she only wanted the one...”
She does. Right now. But you know she’ll want a second one after, and she’ll want it to be twice as messy.
“How d’you know her so well?”
Well, it’s a guess. You’ve made this run a couple of times. But really, it’s just playing it safe. If you play it safe and she does want it, you’re suddenly a perfect romantic. If she doesn’t want it, you just claim it was for you all along. But you’re fairly sure that she will.
“Hah. Think I should try to order something for Twilight?”
Sure, if she wants to.
“Hmm... I don’t have any bits on me but-”
You’ll pay, this time. Consider it thanks for being so nice about earlier tonight.
“Nice huh? You thought all that denial was nice?”
It can be nice. She should see some of the denial games you and Rarity play.
“Naw, you should see the harsh games Twilight and I play. Awww man. It’s pretty uhhh-”
She looks up at the serving colt, who’s tapping his hoof impatiently.
“Oh ponyfeathers. I’m so bad at this stuff. I can never remember... Uhhhh. Twilight’s not really big on this kinda stuff, but when she does go, she likes... Can I get the blueberry icey, a basket of hayfries to share, and a small veggie burger, light ketchup, extra cheese?”

You grin. That’s awfully specific for a pony who’s bad at this kind of stuff.
“Alright, alright. I’ve known her favorites for ... a really long time. But admitting it’s kinda weird.”
You sit down at a table and wait for them to call out your number, and Dash shifts nervously.
“Pockets sure are handy. I kinda wish ponies had pockets.”
Saddlebags are pretty nice.
“Shyeah. When you know you’re going someplace. I just kinda ... walked out, tonight.”
Not a fight, was it?

“No, no. Twilight’s asleep. Pretty easy to sneak out for a fly when you’ve got wings. You know how it is though. Always something on my mind this time of night ... and it’s nice to come back and have the bed all warmed up and stuff. I kinda worry she’ll get sick of me showing up on her doorstep, but she just lets me in the window and climbs back in ready for the cuddles. S’how we got together the first time.”
Oh yeah?
“Yeah. Gonna have to tell you that story sometime, it’s a weird one. Never thought it was gonna come true. I figured I’d just ... like her, forever. Never thought I’d actually say something.”
You laugh. You were much more proactive with Rarity.
“Well yeah, she likes that kinda stuff though. Twi’s a lot more awkward when she’s out of her element, and relationship stuff, being around other ponies, doing big social gatherings ... none of that’s really our stuff.”
It’s a bit unusual to hear that it isn’t. Aren’t they both incredible talents? Twilight’s the best magician in Equestria short of the princesses, isn’t she?
Dash looks up as you’re handed water glasses and the colt apologizes. The food will take a bit longer, there’s a good deal to make. You nod and let him walk off as Dash continues in between sips.
“Man, I dunno. Sometimes I think she could do the things the princesses can do, but ... she’s afraid. She’s scared of herself. Has bad dreams about it. Doesn’t want to be successful, either. Thinks everypony will just be jealous. Can’t tell you the number of times I’ve woken up to her getting super cuddly on me... I can tell she’s scared, having bad dreams or just up late studying and got to thinking too much about it. I try to tell her not to be nervous but I mean... how can I? Me, the big wonderbolts flier, giving up on all that to become a weathermare? I dunno man.”
You shrug. You’re well aware of why she officially passed on her dream. Ponyville’s always needed her protection and care. But now you think you can guess at the real reason.
It was Twilight, wasn’t it?
“Y-yeah. Yeah, I just can’t... I gotta be around her. I can’t even say what it is. But it feels weird to-”
Two bags drop gently on the table. You hand the colt the required bits and he smiles as you pick them both up. Dash spreads her wings and flutters alongside you as you step back outside.
Did she want to finish her thought?
“Nah. Wasn’t that important. Thanks for tonight, dude. Seriously. I never talk about this junk. It’s super weird to have a friend who I talk to about this kinda stuff.”
She can talk to you any time. It’s nice to have someone you can talk to also. Some things even Rarity doesn’t seem like the right pony for the job.
“Y’mean like ... how obsessed she is over those paws of yours?”
You laugh. Yes, that’s one thing. You’re always worried she’ll hurt herself. You’re still not sure she hasn’t. But you had to leave her with Twilight or she’d never bring it up.
“Hah. You, worried? You got anything else on your mind?”

You nod, trying awkwardly to get your hood back up with both hands full. At your back you feel her hooves slip it over your head, and then a hug press against your back. All thoughts are driven from your head. You’re years younger. You’re sitting in the grass, and Rarity presses herself against your back. Is now the time to ask her? Will she say yes?
“Hello? Dude? Anyone home?”

You snap back to reality. Dash grins at you, flapping alongside you.
“Don’t space on me like that. I said, thanks for being a cool friend. You’re pretty neat. For a guy, I mean.”
You return her smile and hold up the bag of food.
Did she ever expect a guy to buy her food?
“Hah. Nope. A dude, buying me food? Nah, this doesn’t even count. This is Twi’s food.”
So she doesn’t mind that you’re buying for her girlfriend?
“Well I mean ... after tonight, that’s not really weird.”
You laugh. Why is it so strange that buying her partner food feels more awkward than-
“Yeah. Yeah, I know, right? Man, this is just all too weird for me. A year ago I’d never have expected it.”

You laugh.
“Hey.”
Hey? Hey is for horses.
She rolls her eyes.
“Oh boy. No one’s ever made that joke before. Really, you’re totally the first.”
You laugh.
“But seriously. Do you think a mare like me, and a girl like Twilight... do you think we could ever be... y’know?”
Married?
“Well, yeah.”
You can’t hide your grin. Yes, yes they could. And you’d be incredibly happy for both of them.
“D’you think she’d go for it?”
Maybe. Dash should just ask her.
“But ... can you do that? Aren’t you supposed to like, surprise them and stuff?”
Sometimes, but her situation is special. You and Rarity had talked about it before you popped the question. A long time, several months before in fact.
“Really? Maybe I should... I mean. Oh yeah! Yeah, I think I’m gonna do it. You gotta help me dude, can you help me come up with a ring and stuff if there’s like... I mean, you make that stuff, right?”
You tell her you’d be honored.
“Well, I gotta see how she feels. And... Oh man, I never thought all this would be so real. D’you think she’ll say yes? D’you think she’d go for it?”
One step at a time. Talk to her about it first.
“Yeah. Yeah, definitely. Thanks man!”
You smile as you reach the doorstep of the Boutique.
She’ll do great. You know she will.
“Yeah... I’ll just talk to her. Try not to get too excited, you know?”
She opens the door and Twilight’s standing there.
“Too excited about what?”