Pregnant Party Pony Present Predicament

by Kassaz


Bonus Story: The Night Before Due Date

‘Twas the night before due date, and all through the bed,
The new foal wasn’t stirring, not even his head;
His clothing was selected, arranged with great care,
In hopes that he who would fill them soon would be there.

The new foal was nestled snug and warm in the womb,
So close, but not yet, to having run out of room;
And Bundle Joy warm, covered up to her shoulder,
Dreamed of stallions to breed her, stallions to hold her.

When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,
She didn’t much care to see what was the matter.
But now awake she realized she needed to pee,
So out of bed she then waddled, angry, to see.

Luna’s moon was bright, white, matching the fallen snow,
Reflecting sister’s sun, to night ponies, to show,
Seeing, what to her now bloodshot eyes should appear,
A pegasus stallion, with a bottle of beer.

She yelled: “Get off of my roof, and get out of here,
I’ll be foaling soon, and so my resting is dear.”
He, clearly inebriated, thought himself slick,
As he flew down from the roof, landing with a trick.

What was going through his mind, she didn’t quite know.
He said he had presents, lifting hindleg to show.
He was dressed in fur, of course, and his balls were large.
He reeked of his drinking, which was clearly in charge.

His eyes somehow twinkled, in spite of the liquor,
He drunkenly stepped forward, now trying to lick her!
He asked, next time, could he put foal in her belly,
He loved her laughter, belly jiggling like jelly.

He drank too much at a party, having some fun,
And decided to tell her that she was the one!
He thought her whole body was cute, belly and all,
So he came here to ask this, feeling so, so small.

Sour face softened, and this was not in the least,
As she felt proud, controlling stallion like dumb beast.
She told him how, as of now, his chances were slim,
She may be near due, but hard she could still kick him.

He apologized and left, following moon’s glow.
Tired, she relieved herself, urinating in snow.
She yelled, now that the stallion was well out of sight:
“It’s the night before due date, and now all good night!”