The Prodigiously Pregnant Pony of Ponyville, by biodaemon2


                                            > The Prodigiously Pregnant Pony of Ponyville

                                            >  by biodaemon2


                                            > Blue Sky's Big Bulging Baby-Bloated Belly


                                            Blue Sky grunted, fighting against gravity as she moved herself towards the front door. “Almost... there...” she panted,

                                            struggling to keep herself upright and ignoring the creaking noise she was making. A shiver of cold fear shot up her spine. I

                                            have to get help. I have to get to a hospital. The thoughts were imperatives she could focus on, doing her best to keep her mind

                                            off of her rapidly growing problem.


                                            Rapidly growing was right. She groaned as she felt a familiar heat blooming into life deep within her bloated belly. “N-Not

                                            again!” she growled through her grit her teeth, feeling the fire spread across her body. All four legs splayed out

                                            instinctively, bracing herself in preparation for what she knew was going to happen.


                                            “Nnnyaaaaah!” screamed Blue Sky as she was filled with another surge of warm liquid pressure, forcing her stomach to balloon

                                            outwards once again. It only lasted a few seconds, the warmth fading away as quickly as it had appeared, but the heavy burden it

                                            left in its passing was enough. Her legs trembled as they adjusted to her new weight. She panted heavily, glancing beneath her

                                            to stare at the huge sphere her belly had become.


                                            I’m huge, she thought, stunned by just how massive she had grown since waking up. Her flesh was taut like the skin of a drum,

                                            pulled tightly over the rapidly expanding objects wedged deep within her core. She could feel them there, the soft warm weights

                                            she was suddenly carrying around inside her. Her belly reached most of the way down her legs, and every step she took caused it

                                            to sway and shift.


                                            “Why is this happening to me?” she called out, but nothing answered. Yesterday she had spent a wonderful evening with her

                                            boyfriend Golden Star; a romantic meal and a walk through the park that had ended with a night of sensual, passionate lovemaking

                                            at her home. They had fallen asleep together, basking in the pleasure of each other’s company, their bodies still locked

                                            together. Her dreams had been sensational as well, although the memories were a bit hazy. She could remember being mounted again

                                            and again by her boyfriend, each time filling her up with another burst of liquid warmth until she had sworn she felt like a

                                            water balloon. While not a normal sexy dream of hers, it had been so vivid she almost swore it was real. In the morning he had

                                            left early to head to town, waking her just briefly so he could tell her that he would be back later and make her breakfast for

                                            her special day. He loved to spoil her on her birthday. She had mumbled something back, returning his nuzzle and goodbye kiss

                                            before going back to sleep to enjoy her day off.


                                            She had been normal then, with a fit figure gained from an active job and the long daily walks she had to take from her house to

                                            get to said job in Ponyville. Living out in the countryside had always been a dream of hers. Her closest neighbors were a mile

                                            down the road. But now, as she called out for help again, she realized that she was truly isolated.


                                            “I never could have predicted this,” she argued, dragging her eyes away from her stomach. She took a few hesitant steps forward,

                                            doing her best to adjust to her new center of gravity.


                                            Adjusting to swift physical changes described her whole morning in a nutshell. She had barely gotten out of bed before the first

                                            surge of warmth had hit her. She had frozen in shock when she had first felt her stomach push outwards, the pressure leaving her

                                            with a faint little pudge. Blue Sky hadn’t known what to make of the sudden growth – for a few minutes she had thought she was

                                            dreaming while she had poked her gut. It had been strange, but almost comical.


                                            Then she had started growing again, and she had finally screamed.


                                            Now, she was truly afraid. “Get outside,” she reminded herself, waddling towards the door with a pregnant mare’s gait. She felt

                                            a cold shiver pass down her spine at the thought of pregnant mares, the idea making her feel decidedly uncomfortable. Pregnant?

                                            Could I be pregnant? she thought, feeling worried and appalled and... and kinda horny.


                                            Her cheeks flushed pink as she realized that her nethers were burning with a heat of their own. Glancing back over her bloated

                                            self she spotted her tail lifted in the air, presenting her marehood to any onlookers in the chance of satisfying her urges.

                                            “No, this is not sexy!” she declared as she tried to hurry towards the door, desperate to make her way outside. If I can make it

                                            to the path, I can try and flag down somepony for help. It wasn’t much, but it was all she had.


                                            Pushing open the door, Blue Sky was relieved to see the lowlands outside Ponyville, the grassy hills and pastures basking in the

                                            morning sunlight. Her goal, the simple dirt road, was not far away. Her relief quickly vanished when she found herself

                                            struggling to squeeze her new girth through the doorframe. She struggled to pull herself through, ignoring the tingle of

                                            pleasure she felt with the pressure on her stomach. “I wish Golden Star were here!” she grunted, picturing her boyfriend coming

                                            up from behind her, planting his hooves on her flank to give a little push, her body slowly sliding through the door, his mouth

                                            lowering down to give her warm folds a little taste...


                                            “Ah!” she gasped, her blush deepening as the fantasy vanished. She felt a trickle of liquid making its way down the insides of

                                            her hind legs, her carnal desires burning with an intensity she couldn’t fathom under the circumstances. She felt like she were

                                            could ignite with the intensity of her need. There was a strong heat, burning in her loins.


                                            No, not just her loins... Blue Sky’s eyes popped open as she felt a warmth blooming within her distended stomach once again. “No

                                            no no no!” she shouted, throwing herself forward in an attempt to dislodge herself. Most of her body was outside, but the tight

                                            grip on her gut was not giving way. The doorframe squeezed even tighter as she felt her stomach began expanding, her shouts

                                            growing panicked as her belly pushed outwards. I’m going to get stuck and die here! she thought, feeling the pressure increase

                                            as her flesh pushed against the constricting door. She closed her eyes, waiting for the inevitable.


                                            There was a loud crack, and for a moment Blue Sky feared she had broken something. The pressure suddenly vanished and some of

                                            the weight was lifted from her aching muscles. She gasped with relief – before realizing that she was tumbling forward from the

                                            now-broken door frame. “Oof!” she grunted when she landed on the front of her belly, her muzzle smacking into the dirt. She

                                            planted her forelegs into the ground at the last moment, her momentum almost sending her rolling her over the huge sphere and

                                            crashing onto her back, leaving her helpless. Her hind legs kicked uselessly in the air for a few moments before she righted

                                            herself, pushing up with her forelegs until all four hooves touched the ground.


                                            They just barely reached. Blue Sky stared wide-eyed at her new size, her mouth working soundlessly as she struggled to

                                            comprehend how massive she was. Before, she had been big – the kinda big that suggested she enjoyed pickles and ice cream and

                                            should be packing an overnight bag for a trip to the maternity ward. Now?


                                            “Now I’m bucking humongous!” she whispered, dread and awe mixing in her voice. She understood why she had felt some relief, like

                                            some of the weight had been lifted from her sore back: her belly reached far enough that she could feel it pressing into the

                                            dirt, supporting some of its own weight.


                                            Hesitantly she reached down, rubbing her hoof against her over inflated stomach. The slight touch sent a tingle shooting up her

                                            spine, causing her marehood to wink and leak more of her fluid. The scent of her arousal saturated the air, the need for

                                            somepony – anypony – to satisfy her becoming an overwhelming one.


                                            “No! I need to g-get help!” she declared loudly, trying to force herself to concentrate. Digging all four hooves into the dirt

                                            she tried to shift her heavy bulk forward. It was slow going. Her legs couldn’t reach far due to the substantial dimensions of

                                            her belly, and her stomach itself dug into the ground to slow her progress – and cause her nethers to almost explode with

                                            delight at the rough friction from the dirt path on her sensitive flesh.


                                            Her lewd desires weren’t the only heat assaulting her body. Inside her stomach she could feel the faint warmth of multiple

                                            little lives growing within her. She was pregnant. Very, very pregnant. Blue Sky had thought the recognition of the fact would

                                            have created a great deal of panic and terror, but while she did feel a sense of apprehension, she couldn’t deny just how happy

                                            the thought of carrying foals made her feel.


                                            “No, not just foals – my foals,” she said softly, halting her movement to again rub at her belly, savoring the gentle touch of

                                            her hoof on her stretched body. I shouldn’t be pregnant. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I’m young, part of her argued. I always

                                            wanted to be a mother, but in a decade or so. Not now! Not like this!


                                            “Oh yessss...” she hissed in response, both of her forelegs rubbing at her stomach. She rocked back slightly, keeping herself

                                            upright by resting on her stomach, her hind legs helping to keep her from falling over. Every touch sent another jolt of

                                            electric pleasure shooting through her system. “I’m going to be a mommy.” Her hooves roamed over her stomach, feeling the

                                            pleasure building within her. Her nerves felt like they were on fire. Every touch forced her nethers to quiver and leak, her

                                            body craving release.


                                            It got it. She closed her eyes and let out a long, suckling moan as a welcome warmth blossomed within her distended womb. “Yes!

                                            Bigger!” she shouted, feeling her stomach push hard against the ground, her growth accompanied with the creaking and gurgling of

                                            her expanding gut. When all of her hooves were lifted into the air, she squeezed all four legs against her stomach and came. A

                                            light spray of feminine juices squirted into the air, splattering over the underside of her stomach as her cries of bliss

                                            echoing out over the countryside.


                                            Her expansion halted far sooner than she had wanted. She stared down at herself, disappointment souring her joyous mood. “No!

                                            Keep going,” she cried out desperately, her hooves pushing in against her bulging middle, trying to urge it to continue growing.

                                            “I want to be bigger! I need more!”


                                            “Sky?” somepony gasped, followed by the sound of something hitting the ground.


                                            The mare jerked her head up to find Golden Star standing a few yards away, his face frozen in shock. The bag of groceries he had

                                            been levitating had fallen to the ground when his concentration had faltered, a small puddle of milk spreading from a broken

                                            glass jug as he continued to stare at her, his mind trying to process what his eyes were telling him.


                                            “Oh Goldie,” she mewled his pet name sensually, her voice dripping with lust. She batted her eyelids at him, her tail hiking up

                                            even further. “I’m so happy you came back. I don’t know why, but I’m so big right now... and I need your help...” She licked her

                                            lips as she let out a throaty moan, her azure eyes boring into her boyfriend’s stunned gaze. “I’m in heat. I need you inside me,

                                            Goldie.”


                                            “But S-Sky...” he tried to stammer, his mind reeling against the unexpected sight of his girlfriend supported by her own

                                            pregnant-looking stomach. He wanted to protest, to tell her it wasn’t safe, that it wasn’t normal and she needed to see a doctor

                                            right away. “What... I...” His cheeks burned orange as his body betrayed him, his hurried erection shooting out of his sheath

                                            and smacking up against his belly with a soft thwack. The scent of his foal-filled filly caressed his nostrils, stealing away

                                            the rest of his protests.


                                            It was a dream come true. He had never had the courage to tell any of the mare’s he had dated of his secret fantasies. He loved

                                            pregnant mares. As a colt, the first time he had clopped had been shortly after the end of summer break, when on the first day

                                            of school he discovered his teacher supporting a wonderfully large belly – twins. Ever since then he had savored the sight of a

                                            mare with foal, or the thought of spending time with a pregnant mare. He had loved to think about what Blue Sky would look like

                                            carrying his foals.


                                            But his shame had been too great. He thought his desires weird. Even the previous night, after such a wonderful evening to honor

                                            the day before Blue Sky’s birthday – he loved to spoil her – he couldn’t bring himself to tell her his deepest fantasies, no

                                            matter how hard she had pried. He had kept his desires secret; keeping his thoughts of impregnating her hidden while they had

                                            made love, eventually falling asleep together, his shaft still embedded in her marehood.


                                            Like he normally had, he had lived his unspoken fantasies out in his dreams. Normally they were simple, but last night’s had

                                            stuck with him all day. It had been so vivid it had seemed real. He had been admiring Blue Sky and her hypothetically pregnant

                                            look, a sense of regret over what he could not tell her filling himself, when he had been approached by a shadowy black mare,

                                            her eyes nothing but bright stars on a moonless night. She hadn’t said anything but he had begun talking to the figure, trusting

                                            her implicitly – dream logic at work, he guessed. She had listened to his woes silently, letting him finish his tale before

                                            finally speaking. “We have heard your story, Golden Star and we grant thee our blessing. For this one night, you and your mare

                                            shall share your dreams and fantasies. Here, within your dreams, you shall have your wish and be able to bring life to your

                                            partner’s body. Your virility and her fertility shall bear my touch, allowing you to fill your mare with as many foals as you

                                            could possibly desire.” She had leaned in closer, her rich eyes filling his mind. “But it will fade with the morning sun. This

                                            is a fantasy for dreams and dreams alone. Tomorrow, you must have the courage to admit your desires to the one you love and

                                            trust in her to accept you as you are. It is the only way you will live happily, my little pony.”


                                            Then the shadow had cast a spell at him that had saturated his testicles in a warm glow before vanishing into the night. Left

                                            alone he had been surprised to notice his testicles were heavy and swollen – something that in real life would have frightened

                                            him dreadfully only turned him on more. The rest of the dream had proceeded in a much more predictable manner. They had mated

                                            for what seemed like an eternity, every orgasm causing her belly to surge out with growth. It had been the best dream of his

                                            life, watching and feeling his beloved bulging with their foals. He had never enjoyed a dream so much. Eventually he had sensed

                                            the magic fade from his drained testicles and the dream had faded. Despite it being another fantasy, it had left him feeling

                                            contented.


                                            Morning had brought an explanation for why the dream had felt so real. He had awoken to find Sky still impaled on his cock, both

                                            of their groins soaked with the still-warm aftermath of untold numbers of nocturnal emissions. His balls had ached like in his

                                            dream, and he had been stunned to think that throughout his dream the pair of them had indeed still been actively making love.

                                            Ignoring it, he hurried off to shower so he could get to the stores just as they opened. He wanted to make an impressive

                                            birthday breakfast. Despite it having been a dream, he had felt a little more confident, even entertaining the thought of

                                            letting her know about his fantasies.


                                            Now, his fantasy was laying there before him, her body and scent screaming of the need to be bred, his name on her tongue as she

                                            called for her stallion. He didn’t need dreams any more. The how, the why, were so very, very unimportant. It was all he could

                                            do to keep from blowing his load right there in the walkway.


                                            “Oh Sky!” said Golden happily as he rushed over to her, his forelegs squeezing her belly firmly as he nuzzled against her huge

                                            gut. She moaned in pleasure as she orgasmed again, her body so sensitive it felt like she were on a hair trigger. Pulling her

                                            head down he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth. She responded in kind, pushing herself towards him, her body

                                            flushed with her arousal.


                                            Another rumbling within her stomach caused Sky to jerk her head back, another low moan tearing free from her lips. “What’s

                                            wrong?” Golden asked, staring at her with a worried look, but she couldn’t respond. She moaned again as she began to swell

                                            further, her legs pushed apart as the fire within her returned with a vengeance. She lost track of how many times she peaked,

                                            each orgasm running into the next, as she was bombarded with the sensations of becoming even more gravid, even more filled. More

                                            more more more!


                                            But again she was left wanting once her inflation was finished. She glanced down at herself. She was monstrously oversized, her

                                            belly large enough to fit two full-grown ponies inside with ease. The idea of a larger pony existing was ludicrous, but she

                                            didn’t care. She was the biggest, most fertile mare in all of Equestria, but it wasn’t enough. She had orgasmed more times in

                                            the last few minutes than she had in her entire life. She still wasn’t satisfied.


                                            The sensation of so many lives developing within her, the pleasure she felt at even the slightest touch on her belly, and the

                                            overwhelming need pounding in her mind, had awoken desires she had never known existed. Already she was going to be a mother,

                                            but she wanted more. More. More!


                                            The touch of Golden Star’s flesh against her own had snapped her out of her reverie, his merest caress sending her to new

                                            heights of pleasure. She glanced behind herself, spotting the top of his fiery-orange mane just over her rear. “Oh Goldie!” she

                                            moaned as his hooves gripped her by the flanks. He began pulling her towards him, slowly revealing more of himself as her

                                            backside neared the ground while her forelegs were lifted into the air. He stopped once her hooves contacted the dirt, the huge

                                            swell of her belly rising up above her head. She imagined that if it weren’t for her stomach, it would look like she was trying

                                            to walk on just two legs, like that weird mare in town with the human fetish.


                                            “Goldie, honey, please, I want you inside me! Please, I’ve never had it so bad!” she begged, lifting her tail for him to expose

                                            her needy sex. She whimpered, a look of shame overtaking her features. “I... I never thought being pregnant would feel so

                                            amazing. I mean, I’m so big and fat and I probably disgust you and I don’t care how weird it is – but I want you to make me

                                            bigger!”


                                            “Sky, it’s not weird at all,” he told her, rubbing his legs against her gravid form as he planted his own forelegs on her back,

                                            the warmth of his stallionhood prodding her glistening flesh, his shaft dripping pre onto the dirt. “This is... this is

                                            something I have wanted for a long time, but I’ve been to scared to talk to you about it.”


                                            His words cut through the cloud of lust fogging her mind. “Wait – you like me like this?” she gasped, staring back at him.

                                            “You... you like me pregnant?”


                                            He nodded. “I do. I love you, Sky, but I’ve never been able to tell you my deepest fantasies. I’m sorry I didn’t trust you –

                                            didn’t trust us – enough to tell you how I felt.” He guided the head of his throbbing cock up against her moist folds. “But I’m

                                            going to make it up to you. I’m going to do everything I can to satisfy you. Because you’re my mare, I’m your stallion, and I

                                            love you completely.”


                                            “Oh Golden, I love you too!” she cried out, wishing she could hug him, or kiss him, or do any of the things her bloated self

                                            couldn’t do. Instead she lifted her tail higher, doing her best to push back against his needy erection. “This is so impossible,

                                            and I’m loving every minute of it!”


                                            They moaned together as he pushed his stallionhood into Sky’s hungry cunt, her dripping folds easily accommodating his maleness.

                                            Her muscles clenched down instinctively, squeezing his shaft like she was trying to milk his cock. In a way, she was. She wanted

                                            him to seed her again, her body craving more. “This is just like my dreams,” he grunted, pulling back and thrusting again to

                                            work himself a little deeper.


                                            “D-Dreams? You had dreams like this?” Sky moaned back, giving him a playful smile as she tried to rock herself back and forth to

                                            meet his thrusts. “You naughty colt.” She squeezed her huge stomach with her forelegs as she rode her stallion’s stiff erection,

                                            the brown-orange flesh already coated in a heavy layer of her feminine juices. “I bet even in your wildest dreams you never

                                            imagined me this big.”


                                            He returned the smile, planting a kiss on her bulging sides. “I dreamed you were bigger.”


                                            Electricity raced up her spine at his words, her eyes widening in surprise even as a low moan escaped her lips. “B-Bigger?” she

                                            repeated, her insides reflexively squeezing against his shaft a little harder. “How m-much bigger?” asked Sky, her lustful

                                            hunger clear in every syllable.


                                            “A lot,” he answered coyly as he dug deeper, dragging out another groan from his gravid girlfriend, neither pony knowing nor

                                            caring if it were his thrusts or his words that were to blame. Her silken folds suckled on his cock, urging him to go even

                                            further, as both of their minds were filled with just how big she might get.


                                            As if on cue, Sky felt a different warmth overtaking her body. “Oh Golden, I’m g-growing again!” she called out with pure

                                            excitement, pressing her head and forelimbs into her spherical body. The stallion hilted himself into her sex, slamming his body

                                            up against her and pressing himself against her bulging stomach. He wanted to be there for this. He wanted to feel his mare grow

                                            larger.


                                            He could hear the expansion before he could see it, a faint gurgling noise coming from deep within her distended womb, followed

                                            by faint creak of her flesh being stretched even tighter beneath her blue coat. As she began growing again he increased his

                                            pace, slamming his hips into her backside as she grew tighter around his shaft. It was incredible, the sensation of her body

                                            growing larger, more filled with life, as he stuffed her cunt full of his throbbing meat. He barely noticed when his own hooves

                                            left the ground, her body lifting into the air as stomach bulged with more growth. Soon he was supporting himself on the huge

                                            swell of her belly, his hooves finding purchase on her gravid middle while he thrust into her grasping sex. Both their eyes were

                                            closed, lost to the cyclone of pleasures they were at the heart of. Neither cared that she was big enough to be carrying a

                                            half-dozen full grown stallions within her stomach.


                                            They both came together, their orgasms too strong to for mere words. A dam burst within him, his cock throbbing as he released

                                            his seed into his grateful, gravid, and growing girlfriend. For a moment it was as if their hearts were connected together,

                                            beating as one – along with the unknown young lives she was carrying within her. As his cock flared wide and began to spray his

                                            warm seed deep into her body, there was only one question on his mind. Throughout their shared orgasm the question remained,

                                            burning within his thoughts far more powerfully than his overwhelming lust as they rode out their orgasms together.


                                            Once they were finished, once he lay atop her, both ponies panting heavily as they savored the sweet taste of the afterglow, he

                                            finally found his voice. Rubbing her belly to get her attention, he flashed her an exhausted but wholly pleased smile, getting

                                            an identical one in return. Finally, he asked her. “Sky... will you marry me?”


                                            “Ah, hello Luna,” Princess Celestia called out, glancing up from her newspaper to give her sister a broad smile as she made her

                                            way to the breakfast table. “How are you this morning?”


                                            “Very well, Tia,” she replied, giving her a tender nuzzle before settling into her seat. “Tired, but contented.” Managing the

                                            dreams of their subjects was not an easy task, but she enjoyed the work. Dreams were a wonderful way to aid her little ponies

                                            with problems they might never admit during the day – even to themselves. Dreams were a realm to explore fantasies or reevaluate

                                            choices in safety and security. Luna could give her subjects something important, and she cherished the effect the touch of her

                                            magic could have upon any ponies lives.


                                            But enjoying her task didn’t keep it from being a long and arduous task, and she was doing her best not to drool at the sight of

                                            so many wonderful pastries and treats. For a fleeting moment she half-seriously entertained the idea of throwing herself onto

                                            the table and gorging herself silly, not stopping until she was a sticky mess. It would be worth it just to see Tia’s reaction,

                                            she thought with amusement, helping herself to some sugared fruit slices. “The kitchens have certainly outdone themselves this

                                            day.”


                                            When Celestia didn’t respond Luna glanced over at her. The princess of the sun had her nose pressed into the newspaper, her eyes

                                            wide as she furiously read through it, a blush spreading over her cheeks. Luna coughed. “Um, what news from our kingdom has you

                                            so vexed, my dear sister?” Celestia mumbled something incoherent. “Tia?” she repeated a little louder.


                                            “Wha-?” Celestia asked, jerking her head back in surprise. She turned to Luna, her blush deepening. “What is it?”


                                            “Something quite obviously has you vexed, dear sister,” she replied, doing her best to hide her amusement. “Can you share it

                                            with us?”


                                            “Oh. Right,” she said, turning back to the newspaper. She cleared her throat as she began reading. “Ponyville General Hospital

                                            announced today the miraculous birth of 38 healthy foals, which has drawn the attention of medical experts from across

                                            Equestria.”


                                            Luna shrugged as she took a sip from her floating tea cup. “That is not that surprising. The maternity ward here in Canterlot

                                            has twice that number every day.”


                                            Celestia glanced over at Luna, waiting for her to finish her pasty and take another sip of tea. “Blue Sky, a local mare,

                                            delivered all of her 38 foals after-” Her words were interrupted by the sound of tea being sprayed over the table.


                                            “What?” Luna almost shouted, her eyes as wide as her sister’s had been, the princess too shocked to even clean away the tea

                                            dripping from her muzzle. “That cannot be right, sister!”


                                            Celestia turned back to the newspaper. “Blue Sky, a local mare, delivered all of her 38 foals after a going into labor yesterday

                                            afternoon. The foals – 20 fillies and 18 colts – are reported to be in excellent health, along with their mother, although staff

                                            have repeated their request for more wet nurses to help feed the hungry foals. ‘We just don’t h-‘”


                                            “How? How is this possible?” Luna repeated, leaning over to try and read over Celestia’s shoulder. “And why did we not know of

                                            this momentous occasion before the birth?”


                                            Celestia skimmed down a little further. “Although the size of her pregnancy has already baffled most medical experts, more

                                            shocking still is the quick progression of her pregnancy. The mare and her fiance told reporters that the time from conception

                                            to birth was less than a day. Dozens of eyewitnesses and coworkers have substantiated the mare’s claims by reporting that when

                                            she was seen two days previously, the mare had shown no signs of being pregnant, to say nothing of carrying 38 foals at once.”


                                            A picture of the couple filled the opposite page, and Luna examined them as Celestia talked. The mare rested in a bed, her

                                            stallion by her side and dozens of nurses and doctors in the picture with them, each one carrying one or two foals bundled up

                                            into warm blankets. The mare looked impossibly tired, but it was clear even through the photograph that pure happiness bubbled

                                            beneath her exhausted eyes and weak smile. Something about the mare seemed familiar, her bright blue coat and mane tickling the

                                            back of Luna's mind, but she couldn’t place her hoof on it.


                                            She turned her attention to the stallion at the mare's side. Her heart skipped a beat. I remember him, from two nights ago! Luna

                                            stared, wracking her brain for the details. She had gone into his dreams, to help him with his turmoil. He had had some fetish

                                            he was afraid the mare wouldn’t like. She felt herself grow cold; it had been a pregnancy fetish.


                                            “Golden Star, father and fiancé to Blue Sky, also confirmed his fiancé’s story. He elaborated: ‘As impossible as it all seems, I

                                            can promise you all that this happened because of a dream we both shared.’” Celestia paused. Slowly she lifted her head, a cool

                                            look in her eyes. “A dream, he says."


                                            Luna paled, unable to speak. It’s impossible! I gave him the ability to fulfill his fantasy in his dreams, for one night only.

                                            During the dream he could impregnate her to his heart’s content, but the magic would last only as long as he remained asleep.

                                            This... I couldn’t have done this! This shouldn’t have happened!


                                            She turned back to the newspaper. “‘A figure came to me in my dreams and offered me a chance to live out my fantasies with my

                                            beloved. I have, well, always found the idea of being with a pregnant mare to be quite... exciting.’ Mr. Star looked embarrassed

                                            as he told the reporters this, but explained that the figure had given him the courage to be able to admit it and ‘stop hiding

                                            it from my family and the public’. Although Mr. Star did not go into any further details about what occurred to allow such an

                                            astonishingly large pregnancy possible, they have released statements through the doctors that have shed some light on the

                                            situation. According to them the pair had been physically intimate during the night before falling asleep together. In Mr.

                                            Stars' dream, a shadowy figure offered to grant him ‘her blessing’ for the night, so in their dreams they might live out his

                                            fantasy, which Mr. Star has attributed in his original statements to the being’s desire to help him deal with his fear of ‘going

                                            public’ with his desires. After the shadowy figure disappeared both ponies experienced dreams of an adult and sexual nature. One

                                            of the doctors offers an explanation as to how this related to the sudden pregnancy. ‘This is just a theory, of course, but

                                            because the couple were still, uh, ‘connected’ when they fell asleep, and they were both under the effects of this dream

                                            walker’s magical spell, the male’s nocturnal emissions-”


                                            “We must be excused forthwith from this morning’s feast!” Luna shouted, falling back on the Royal Canterlot Voice in her extreme

                                            agitation, her cheeks glowing a bright scarlet. Without waiting for an acknowledgement she leapt from the table. “Also, nothing

                                            we have done in the past is at all related to the events that thou have just read aloud!” she shouted over her shoulder as she

                                            disappeared into the corridor.


                                            Celestia’s eyes followed her sister as she fled the room, her gaze lingering on the empty doorway as the clatter of hooves on

                                            stone faded away to nothing. A guard glanced around the corner with a curious expression, but she ignored him. Turning back to

                                            the paper she quickly finished the rest of the article, feeling a headache coming on. She knew full well that her next few days

                                            were going to involve being bombarded with requests for official statements and explanations for what had happened.


                                            How long until more ponies put two and two together and realize Luna was the shadowy figure in their dream? she mentally

                                            groaned, keeping her expression as stoic as ever. She is too happy to please and keeps forgetting that magic has unpredictable

                                            consequences. She wants to make up for her past but doesn’t think about the future. So now the rest of my week is going to

                                            involve cleaning up her mess. She glanced back at the article. At least the couple seem happy enough, she mused. But Luna needs

                                            to learn to think these things through. She will have to do something to make amends, regardless of how happy the family is. It

                                            will remind her to be a little more careful in the future. Celestia frowned, tapping her chin thoughtfully. But what?


                                            A thought tickled the back of her mind. She carefully reread the first few paragraphs, one line in particular catching her

                                            attention. “Staff have repeated their request for more wet nurses to help feed the hungry foals. ‘We just don’t have enough

                                            mares capable of feeding all of the new foals, so we are asking for volunteers to help nurse these newborn joys’,” Celestia read

                                            under her breath. She lifted her head slowly, a smile spreading across her face.


                                            Well, my dear sister is always going on and on about how much she loves foals...