Welcome back, Fecundity! You’re remembered and have been missed. Rose’s story needs to be told, and this certainly suits her!

I’ll be coming back to this to do a running commentary later. It deserves it, especially after the comments I left on the google doc.

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Excellent! I'm glad to hear you're going to leave a comment later. Thanks again for the editing!

I'm glad to see another schapter of this story. House really has some difficulty adjusting to the culture of Rose's tribe but he does seem to accept it at the end of the chapter.

Wrapped in a cocoon of silky sheets and hubby’s leathery wings as I sat at my desk swaddled like a foal, I stared blankly at the parchment beneath me, pen secured to my teeth.

One of the things Rose picked up from her time living amongst thestrals was their enjoyment of being wrappled in blankets like a bat burrito. I blame Megabattie for that.

“Rose…” Europa nuzzled my cheek. “Really now! Why the unusual pessimism all of a sudden?”

“It’s just… this story is going to take so looong!” I groused.

Rose, I've written a 400,000 word story in Firely, which you and Lily (as well as Linkie and Twinkie!) occasionally enjoyed commenting on, and C&C just hit half a million words. So you'll forgive me if I realy don't have much sympathy for you, here.

“Did you not tell anyone else in your family about speaking with her from the afterlife? I was honestly a bit disappointed I didn’t get more detail on that at the end of the last chapter.”

“Don’t worry, Batty; when I find it in me to write again, I’ll address it. Honestly, I just didn’t want to end a chapter on a bit of me talking to the family after a pair of stallions had just finished deflowering my virgin, filly fun holes.”

She's right in that that doing so would have been a bit anticlimactic. Pun intended. But nice to know she listens to feedback!

I could appreciate the simple pleasure of his thick, shaggy coat against my tiny body on a chilly Neuvo Dureingo morning.

Maybe he's got some Shenlandian pony in him!

House turned the knobs against the wall — it always took forever to get hot water this far from the water heater. “Now that you mention it… I kind of assumed we’d go cloud camping or something. Fillies love that!”

Only pegasus fillies, HC. Earth ponies hate flying or being off the ground. Unless of course, in Rose's case, she's being taken while hung upside-down.

A group of my brothers and sisters surrounded us almost as soon as we’d walked out from the barracks and onto the dirt road, calling out to me.

“Rosa’s mark!”

You go, little sis!”

“I can’t believe Rosa Salvaje walks among us again! You’re still my little sister though!”

“I can’t believe it was you and not Market Garden!”

Well, that would have been a bridge too far for her. Actually, I think it would be fun if some of Rose's old siblings came by to visit at some point. I'm sure they'd be equally amazed at what became of her. Did Rosa Salvaje ever enjoy the company of bat-ponies?

“You’re like royalty to them now!” House made himself just audible over the din of the crowd.

And you as well, House, for doing so well that Rosa herself saw fit to take part!

“Is it true, my Rosebud? You spoke to Rosa Salvaje?” I responded to my mother with a nod.

The whole group of ponies behind me went quiet.

Mom lowered her voice to barely a whisper. “What did she say?”

I looked behind me, sensing dozens of eyes piercing the back of my head. Their ears tilted, all the better to allow them to home in on every word. “Um... not too much. She said it was her best rut in many years.”

Sex in the Summerlands is boring.

Her eyes still closed, Mom nodded her head, her lips moving though no sound was made. After several seconds of silence, she opened her eyes and looked straight at me, a look of shock on her face. “You took him under your tail!?”

Busted. “Yes, Mama…”

Mom grit her teeth and cast her gaze into the crowd. “Molly, I know you’re out there! Get over here!”

Though she was visibly cowed and even cringed briefly when I spotted her, Molly emerged and set herself between myself and Mom. She bowed so low, her teats were dragging the stone path as she walked. Is that going to be me in four years? Goodness, it’s lucky for her she wore her brassiere this morning! Note to self, invest in that extra padding.

Molly sat down on her haunches heavily, tail twitching nervously across the stone. “I swear I watched her like I promised, Mom!”

“And you let her do that!? She could have been seriously hurt!” Mom replied.

At least there's one element of seriousness here. Yeah, despite all fantasy, that's not really something you really want to go full-bore with on the first time. It's honestly something you have to work up to and learn to enjoy. And take precautions even when you do. Not a critical issue here, though--must be nice have earth pony healing powers to aid your recovery!

“I appreciate your willingness to admit responsibility, Rose,” Mom said patiently, “but Molly should have tried to talk you out of it. If you had thought it was a good idea to go jumping off cliffs, your sister would not have simply let you ‘take responsibility’ for you taking a flying leap, no?”

Like I said on the parent Google Doc, pity the poor mare mother whose foal got a cutie mark in bungee jumping.

Realizing she was lapsing into memories and in danger of embarrassing herself, Mom’ssnapped herself out of her reverie as her expression became a bit cagey.

Looks like you've got a typo there. "Mom'ssnapped herself" should be "Mom snapped herself"?

And so we had. Tables were placed outside and in to seat everypony. The entire family showed up, along with a few neighbors who pitched in and brought over their own homemade dishes to complement our meal. That’s just how it was back home. We were one extended family with very expansive ears.

That's how it was for me too, growing up, minus the long ears. The entire cul-de-sac would participate in parties and bring various food out, making for a very nice buffet. The best times were the 4th of July, when we set off fireworks in the middle of the cul-de-sac, including the illegal kind.

As we got closer to the entrance, however, our view was obscured by two large buildings and a giant sign bearing the name of the waterpark. Filly Funzone.

That's a double-entendre if I've ever heard one.

House sniffed the air. “Yeah… now that you mention it, there’s no chlorine smell. In fact, I smell funnel cakes!”

“Funnel cakes, ice cream, cotton candy, chimi cherry changas,

Rarity still wants to kill Pinkie whenever she hears that name.

I looked at him in shock. “Don’t ponies go on dates at waterparks where you come from? They’re so perfect for sharing your love! At least, that’s what ponies here tell me.”

“Really?” House didn’t sound convinced to me. “But how does that work with everypony watching?”

“Oh, lots of different ways! I’ll explain what I know once we get inside.” I poked at House’s flank, causing him to jump slightly. “Come on, stud, we’re holding up the line!”

Poor guy is already getting performance anxiety. Can't really blame him, either!

“Don’t panic, House! They’re just getting warmed up,” I whispered to him.

“This is normal!?” He gave me a whispery hiss. “Where was that intel I asked you for not ten seconds ago?”

“Oh, hush! You didn’t want me to spoil that reveal for you, did ya?” I whisper hissed back.

Rose may not be ibexian, but she's mastered the fine art of Maskirovka well!

The Pegasus side-stepped the rest of the way into the locker room, his wings hopelessly stiffened.

...

“Did we make you hard, mister Pegasus? Golden filly swept her wet mane out of her face. “It honors us to see you so excited!”

“You’re… uh, welcome! Or is it thank you?” House gave me a desperate look. “I can’t turn it off, Rose! I’m sorry!”

Only a pegasus or griffon can truly understand the exquisite embarrassment of uncontrollable wingboners. :rainbowderp2:

I stepped back, waving her off. “Wait… I-I’m not really into fillies!”

The three looked at me, “What do you mean? Every filly loves fillies!” The green-maned filly protested.

Somewhere a thousand miles away, eleven-year old Lily Valley didn't know why she suddenly felt flushed and flustered.

A filly’s voice brought me back to reality. “I’m sorry! I… should probably get going! It was nice to meet you, gals!” I glanced furtively at House, who looked at me as if I’d just landed from a flying saucer.

That would explain why she's so into anal probes.

“Hey!” I protested. “Seriously, I have no idea why you’re being this intense about all the sex going on here. You were not twelve hours ago rammed up inside me like a drain stopper!

Good description!

“It’s okay, Rose. I’ll explain it another way.” House thought for a moment and spoke. “Imagine you’re at home but it’s not really home but a parallel universe where Molly’s cats are multi-tailed foxes that can breathe fire and the ground is covered in a foot of snow at all times.”

I nodded slowly. “This sounds kind of awesome. Go on.”

Actually, it does! Where I can find this world? And is the portal to it somewhere near the Philippines?

“So what makes sense inside of my room doesn’t make sense in this waterpark?” I asked.

“That sums my feelings up perfectly!” House replied. “Well, not perfectly. But you understand what I’m saying. There’s also the issue of never quite feeling safe with a filly as young as you.”

I really like the whole sequence that preceded this, where House explains where his discomfort is coming from. It makes sense to me. Kind of like it's something you may have fantasized about, but then seeing it acutally happening for real is something else entirely. Disconcerting as hell.

We’d been swimming, slipping and sliding down tubes of water for hours, having reapplied sunscreen to each other’s back, face and ears three times by then.

Celestia only agreed to let her face appear on the bottles if there was also a warning about too much sun exposure and not to go into the water too soon after eating.

“Sure!” We’d passed by the ice cream vendor on the way here. It was indeed quite a walk from our present location, but the lure of rocky road ice cream was too great so we both stowed our rings and set out on the path.

I'm a Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream guy myself.

Donkey names are so weird! I thought to myself.

Hey at least they're not difficult-to-pronounce pony names like Twilight Sparkler!

And like a swarm of piranhas, more ponies piled in until we formed a circle around the scene of the action.

A fertile filly feeding frenzy!

Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if Cassandra was a Changeling or they frequented this place, for obvious reasons.

If possible, she seemed even bolder than I had been, given she looked so much smaller standing in front of him than me!

She looked so much smaller standing in front of him than me!

Double phrase. I think the second one was supposed to be removed?

But the gentle giant didn’t immediately mount her. He whispered into her large donkey ear. “This is only the beginning, sweetie,” before kissing its tip. She whinnied and flagged her tail impatiently. Not great form on her part, I had to admit to myself, but I didn’t hold it against her. All I could do was critique from a distance, this being her show.

Don't be a backseat driver, Rose! Or a backdoor rutter in this case...

“Rose, I didn’t believe it was true until I saw it with my own eyes… forgive me.” House scooped me up in her forelegs and kissed me on the muzzle. “I feel a bit needy and I think you feel the same.”

Seeing is believing, HC! I think he's properly initiated into the ways of Rose's New Neighican tribe now.

“Imagine if we had that technology during the war!” House said, the two of us laughing.

“The griffons would never have known what hit them!” I replied, nuzzling his belly. We ate our ice cream on a nearby bench, planning on hitting the water coaster ride before dinner.

That's okay, Rose. There will still be a chance to use it in the war against the Cloven! Or after...

What we planned to do at dinner, I’d leave to House’s fertile imagination.

And the author's! So that's my first longpost comment in quite a while, in celebration of Fecundity's return. Hope you enjoyed! Look forward to seeing more of this story too, in the future. Rose's tale deserves to be told. I'd say I'm all ears for more, but mine don't even begin to compare to hers!

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One of the things Rose picked up from her time living amongst thestrals was their enjoyment of being wrappled in blankets like a bat burrito. I blame Megabattie for that.

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Eeeeeeeeeee!

Rose, I've written a 400,000 word story in Firely, which you and Lily (as well as Linkie and Twinkie!) occasionally enjoyed commenting on, and C&C just hit half a million words. So you'll forgive me if I realy don't have much sympathy for you, here.

We can't all have your impossible stamina and iron buttocks to sit and write all of that! If we could only be so lucky.

She's right in that that doing so would have been a bit anticlimactic. Pun intended. But nice to know she listens to feedback!

I had basically no idea how start the chapter and feeling pretty demoralized, decided to go the "meta" route one rarely sees in my stories. I thought it turned out surprisingly well given the on record comments I've made against this very thing in fiction.

I could appreciate the simple pleasure of his thick, shaggy coat against my tiny body on a chilly Neuvo Dureingo morning.

Maybe he's got some Shenlandian pony in him!

Fun fact: New Mexico has a much smaller population than Nevada due to the entire state being in the four seasons zone of the Western US. Nevada, on the other hand, experiences warm winters along the entire southern half of its borders, including Phoenix. In other words, It gets chilly where Roseluck lives and that body heat is much appreciated.

Only pegasus fillies, HC. Earth ponies hate flying or being off the ground. Unless of course, in Rose's case, she's being taken while hung upside-down.

There is the curious case of Amelia Mareheart though.

At least there's one element of seriousness here. Yeah, despite all fantasy, that's not really something you really want to go full-bore with on the first time. It's honestly something you have to work up to and learn to enjoy. And take precautions even when you do. Not a critical issue here, though--must be nice have earth pony healing powers to aid your recovery!

The first guy who sponsored this story really wanted that anal scene so I had to write it for him. With him gone, I can chart a new path away from tiny fillies getting butt plunged.

That said, I'm glad the serious element didn't pull you out of the story. This saga is very much a product of fantasy almost to the point of irony in places with House along for the ride as the straight man in what could almost be viewed as the aftermath of Eclipse winning the war against the heroes in UtM:NN.

Like I said on the parent Google Doc, pity the poor mare mother whose foal got a cutie mark in bungee jumping.

I'd rather my daughter have a cutie mark in sex than bungee jumping.

Looks like you've got a typo there. "Mom'ssnapped herself" should be "Mom snapped herself"?

Good catch. Thanks!

That's how it was for me too, growing up, minus the long ears. The entire cul-de-sac would participate in parties and bring various food out, making for a very nice buffet. The best times were the 4th of July, when we set off fireworks in the middle of the cul-de-sac, including the illegal kind.

Hell yes! Me and the boys used to unleash hell in the grade-school parking lot every 4th of July.

That's a double-entendre if I've ever heard one.

This is where the Apocalypse Now really takes over! A true descent into Hell.

Rarity still wants to kill Pinkie whenever she hears that name.

I will simp for The Last Roundup until the day I die. Underappreciated by the fandom despite its flaws. A true classic, even if the excuse to split the Mane Six was entirely non-existent. I just love season 2 as a whole. I would make love to it if we ever met...

Rose may not be ibexian, but she's mastered the fine art of Maskirovka well!

I'm thinking Kerin Kazal would be proud, and Trucy Wright for that matter!

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Somewhere a thousand miles away, eleven-year old Lily Valley didn't know why she suddenly felt flushed and flustered.

Don't worry. She'll get hers! You think a universe centered around COVID-19 is going to the only one where she gets lucky? Think again!

That would explain why she's so into anal probes.

I never thought about that angle before but the grays would get quite a shock to see Roseluck chasing down the flying saucer for the honor of getting probed.

Good description!

My best writing happens after I take feedback. This chapter especially.

Actually, it does! Where I can find this world? And is the portal to it somewhere near the Philippines?

You might say the portal is closer to Japan, actually...

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I really like the whole sequence that preceded this, where House explains where his discomfort is coming from. It makes sense to me. Kind of like it's something you may have fantasized about, but then seeing it acutally happening for real is something else entirely. Disconcerting as hell.

One of my better efforts, honestly. I like that section a lot too.

Celestia only agreed to let her face appear on the bottles if there was also a warning about too much sun exposure and not to go into the water too soon after eating.

Cakelestia certainly knows those risks!

I'm a Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough ice cream guy myself.

I am too but it was the first flavor I thought of.

Hey at least they're not difficult-to-pronounce pony names like Twilight Sparkler!

Good ol' Turnabout Storm! What a time it was.

A fertile filly feeding frenzy!

Actually, it wouldn't surprise me if Cassandra was a Changeling or they frequented this place, for obvious reasons.

A free all-you-eat buffet in the desert? Yes please!

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Double phrase. I think the second one was supposed to be removed?

Fixed.

And the author's! So that's my first longpost comment in quite a while, in celebration of Fecundity's return. Hope you enjoyed! Look forward to seeing more of this story too, in the future. Rose's tale deserves to be told. I'd say I'm all ears for more, but mine don't even begin to compare to hers!

Glad you're enjoying it and thanks for the longpost! I'm tempted to do another chapter of this immediately! But I'll need to talk with PI about that. I already know what happens in the next chapter. Ironic, isn't it? The one story I have an actual useable outline for is the endless sex one...