A Royal Pain
By Alaborn
Standard disclaimer: This is a not for profit fan work. My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is copyright Hasbro, Inc. I make no claim to any copyrighted material mentioned herein.
Further disclaimer: Contains clop. For mature audiences only. All characters, although fictional, are intended to portray consenting adults.
Hearts and Hooves Day Special: A Royal Family
Prince Blueblood heard the click of the door opening downstairs. He gave one last stir to the pot on the stove, then set the spoon down and hurried downstairs.
“Welcome home, dear. How was work?” he asked.
The mare loosened her collar and untied her mane. She shook her head, and a cascade of blue and green hair shimmered in the light. “You know how it is. Every day, I curse the pony who invented paper.”
Blueblood laughed. “Oh, Melodia. I’m so happy I gave that up.” He felt a tug on the string of his apron. The foal strapped to his chest looked up at him and smiled, babbling cutely. “That’s right, Blue Seas,” he singsonged to the foal. He bopped the foal lightly on the muzzle, eliciting a giggle.
“Let me take Blue Seas off your hooves.” Melodia lifted the foal in her magical aura, placing the infant on her back. “And how are you feeling, Blueblood?”
“My hooves ache, but it’s nothing I haven’t experienced before.” He gave a start. “Oh! He kicked again!”
“'He?' How do you know?”
“A stallion always knows,” Blueblood replied, smiling. He pressed a hoof to his swollen abdomen and the twins he was carrying.
He felt Melodia take his hoof in hers. With her magic, she pulled off his apron. “Dinner can wait. Let me pamper you first.”
Melodia led Blueblood to the bedroom. He stretched out on the bed, happy to give his hooves a rest. Melodia first placed the foal in the crib, and then crawled onto the bed. She took his left foreleg between her hooves and started to massage it. Blueblood whinnied in pleasure as his mate’s hooves worked the aches out of his fetlock, pastern, and hoof.
Melodia gave a light kiss to the frog of Blueblood’s hoof, and then went to his other foreleg, tending to it. By the time she was done, Blueblood was visibly relaxed. His eyes were closed, and he rested on his back, limbs splayed against the bed.
She stole a quick kiss from Blueblood. “You look so beautiful, dear.”
“But I feel so bloated and heavy, and my stretch marks really itch,” he complained.
“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” Her hooves roamed over his round belly, and he hummed in approval.
Blueblood felt a pleasant warmth spread through his body. “Ahhh, that’s nice.”
“Do you feel big and beautiful?” Melodia asked?
Blueblood nodded in reply.
“Good, because I’m going to keep you all nice and round.”
Melodia kissed Blueblood deeply, her tongue playing over his, her hooves caressing his body. She gently covered his body with her own.
Blueblood sighed, feeling the comforting weight of his mate’s body on his own. Their horns touched, and magic flowed over their bodies. He spread his hind legs in anticipation as the initial tingle of magic faded. He moaned as their bodies connected intimately, a connection only they could share. His plump belly jiggled with each thrust. A sheen of sweat covered his coat and dripped from their union.
“Oh, Blueblood, I think you’d look even more beautiful with quadruplets,” Melodia whispered. He gasped as pleasure filled his body once again. He opened his eyes, and saw his abdomen, swollen so large that he couldn’t reach his legs over it. He wasn’t sure his hooves would even be able to reach the ground if he were on his belly. But that was all right. There was no place he’d rather be than with Melodia, no feeling he’d rather have than to be with foal. With many foals.
From deep in the back of his mind, a tiny voice tried to shout “no”. His forelegs cradled his abdomen, and he thought yes. But the small voice was insistent and growing louder. The peaceful feeling surrounding him vibrated, cracked, and finally shattered. “NOOOOO!”
“NOOOOO!”
Blueblood awoke with a gasp. Sheets, clammy and damp with sweat, clung to his body. He pushed them aside, looking at himself under the light of the moon, and he sighed in relief. He pressed his hoof to his abdomen. It was still larger than it should be, being five months pregnant, but at least he wasn’t freakishly large. Of the mare responsible for making him like this, there was no sign. The library was still.
As the memories of the dream faded, one thought remained in Blueblood’s mind. He dearly hoped Princess Luna wasn’t watching over his dreams tonight.