Bearers of Harmony

by PurpleFire135

Chapter Five

“Mhmm…Darling your tongue, it’s so rough…”

An alarm blared loudly right in Rarity’s ear. She gasped and sat up, throwing Opal across the room in the process. She groaned and put a hoof to her face, only to realize it was sticky and wet with Opal kisses.

“Opal! What has mommy told you about licking her?!” She scolded. Opal regaled her with a look that could only be translated as, ‘I don’t care, I want food, stop being so lazy and feed me.’

Rarity rolled out of her bed, landing softly on the rug. She opened the blinds on her window and peeked out, a beautiful blue Canterlot sky greeting her. She squinted and pulled the blinds shut again, her head throbbing.

“Ugh, darling. You really need to watch the alcohol, you aren’t the young filly you used to be.” She said to herself. Opal meowed from across the room, impatient for breakfast. Rarity ambled across the room and poured some cat food into the bowl sitting in front of Opal. At the same time her magic was already floating over several pain pills and a glass of water to her.

She choked the pills down, glancing at her clock on the nightstand. She gasped. If she didn’t start getting ready right now, she was going to be late to open the boutique, and she had several important clients coming in today. She turned and rushed into the bathroom, her magic aura racing ahead of her to start the shower, turn on her curling irons, and organize her make-up.

Absentmindedly, Rarity stepped onto the scale. She wasn’t much worried about her weight or anything, but it was something she monitored. In her line of work, one couldn’t put too much importance on appearance, and of course, being heathy. She glanced down, expecting to see somewhere around her usual number. Rarity gasped loudly and stepped off the scale.

“No, no, no! That can’t be right!” She cried.

She stepped back on, the same large number glaring at her from the screen. Her eyes widened. She tried several more times, the result was the same.

“Of all the worst things to happen, this is…” She took in a big breath. “THE. WORST. POSSIBLE. THING!!!” Rarity screamed.

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“Pokey, pokey, Mommy’s Tummy!” Coco sang as she ruffled her mane up against Pinkie Pie’s underbelly. She jabbed a hoof up towards Pinkie to emphasize her point.

“Oof!” Pinkie gasped. “Ow! Coco, careful please! That hurt Mommy!”

Big fat tears welled up in Coco’s eyes and she sat down, her bottom lip jutting out to a ridiculous degree.

“Oh, stop with the alligator tears, you little stinker!” Pinkie said, leaning down from cooking breakfast to scrunch her nose up against Coco’s. Coco sniffed and then laughed, her grin quickly changing to a smirk. “Yesiree, little dee, you can’t fool me!” Pinkie told her. Coco laughed again. Even if she could never fool mommy, she still liked to try.

Pinkie smiled at her daughter, turning back to the breakfast she was making for the two of them, looking at the clock on the wall as she did so. She had about half an hour before she would need to open the shop. Cheese had already left early that morning to start setting up for a client's birthday party that He and Pinkie had planned and would be co-hosting that evening. Pinkie was pretty excited, since this was one of the first parties she had hosted since Coco was born. She never stopped helping Cheese plan the parties that were booked for their company, but she was a very devoted mother and it had taken quite a bit of time for her to be comfortable leaving Coco with anyone other than Cheese or herself.

"Mommy! Why is your tummy so big? Have you had lots of sweets? How come I can't have lots of sweets?!" Coco chirped at her from her chair at the kitchen table, which she had clambered into while Pinkie was turned the other way.

Pinkie laughed. "Because you're such a tricky stinker!" She grinned as she set eggs and toast down on the table.

"AW! I want cake!" Coco declared.

"Maybe later, if you're good and eat all your food!" Pinkie replied with a smirk. Coco pouted.

"Ponies who pout don't get cake!"

Coco gasped. "Really?!" She asked.

"Really, really." Pinkie said, fully serious. Coco's eyes widened. Pinkie laughed.

Coco started wolfing down her breakfast at mach speed. Pinkie debated telling her to slow down, but decided against it, since Coco usually wouldn't eat anything, ever. Well, unless it had copious amounts of sugar in it. Pinkie shrugged, like mother, like daughter, she figured.

"Done!" Coco shouted triumphantly.

"Yay!" Pinkie shouted with her. "Alright, go play, Mommy will be out in a minute." Coco ran through the swinging door to the main room of the shop. Pinkie turned to put a batch of cupcake dough in the oven before turning to follow Coco. She stopped as she caught sight of herself in the mirror on the wall next to the door. She frowned, she was looking a little plumper than usual. She tilted her head in thought, had she been eating too much lately? Nope. Had she not been active? Yep. Pinkie's nose scrunched, it didn't feel like she was getting chubby, but it wasn't an unknown feeling either, it felt like...

Pinkie gasped and her eyes widened. She dove towards the back hallway to get to the bathroom. She dug through her drawer as fast as she could, she knew she had some in there. Finally she victoriously pulled out what she had been looking for, holding it up in front of her face. She smiled, hopeful. She had always wanted more foals, after all.

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"Dash! Get your ass in gear! We're going to be so late! Spitfire is gonna kill you this time!" A voice yelled from outside Rainbow Dash's room.

"Calm your contrail, Fleetfloot. I'm coming! Besides, Spitfire wouldn't kill her fastest flier!" Dash laughed. "And also, probably her replacement as captain by the time this year is over." She added under her breath.

Fleetfoot banged on the door. "What was that?!"

"Nothing!" Dash turned back to the problem at hand, and the reason she was going to be late to morning drills. She pulled desperately at the zipper on her training uniform, but to no avail. The darn thing just would not zip up. She sucked in a breath, holding in her stomach and yanked on it with all her strength.

"Come on, come on!!" She huffed at it. With a crack and a pop the zipper broke, part of it flying across the room, as her uniform slumped around her belly.

"Buck my life!" Dash cried. "Fleetfoot, go on without me, I'm gonna be late!"

"You're already late!"

"I'm gonna be later! My stupid uni just broke, I'm gonna have to run over the the fitting shop."

"What?! Open the damn door, Dash!" Fleetfoot yelled.

"Ugh! Fine!" Dash ripped the door open angrily looking down at her ruined uniform.

"Sweet Celestia, Dash! How much have you been eating?!" Fleetfoot gasped, looking at Dash's stomach.

"Huh?" Dash looked down at herself and then glanced at the mirror hanging in her room. Her eyes widened. "I did not look like this yesterday! What the hay is going on?!" She protested.

"You've either been eating like a full-grown male buffalo, or that's last night's beer belly!" Fleetfoot laughed.

"This is serious!" Dash retorted. "My whole flight pattern is gonna be thrown! I can't do my good stunts if I'm this big! We have a show tomorrow!" She lamented.

Fleetfoot rolled her eyes. "It's not like we can't change the routine. Just go to the fitter's and get a new uni, you big fatty. I'll tell Spitfire what happened, and I'll see you at afternoon drills." Fleetfoot walked out the door.

Dash frowned, looking into the mirror as she took her ruined uniform off and threw it on the floor.

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"Hi, um, is there anyway you could fit me in to fix my uniform, real quick? I have practices to get to." Dash said, peering over the fitting desk, at the tailor mare behind it, who looked back over the tops of her pince-nez glasses cynically.

"I have lots of orders to finish today. You can't just come in here, demanding I fix things! You are aware that there is a show tomorrow?" She said disdainfully.

"I know! I need it for that! My good uniform popped its zipper this morning! I was getting ready for full-dress practice, okay?!" Dash protested.

The tailor sighed dramatically. "Well, if I must...at least a popped zipper isn't that hard to fix." She rolled her eyes and held out her hoof.

"Thank you!" Dash responded, putting her uniform in the tailor's outstretched hoof. The tailor turned and vanished into the back of the shop.

A few minutes later, she stuck her head back out of the back curtain and beckoned Dash back. Dash rose from her seat and followed, pulling back the curtain. The tailor shoved the fixed uniform at her.

"Alright, put it on."

Dash pulled the uni on, hooves first, and once again, encountered a problem when she reached the zipper to cover her stomach and chest.

"I thought you said you fixed it!" She exclaimed at the tailor.

"I thought you said all you had was a popped zipper! I had no idea I needed to take it out!" The tailor protested. She stopped, looking at Dash's midsection critically.

"Yeah, I apparently got really fat!" Dash laughed. "Probably should lay off the before-practice doughnuts, and well, the mid-practice cookies, and the after-practice cupcakes." She chuckled. The tailor rolled her eyes.

"You are the single most unhealthy group of athletes I have ever had the misfortune to work for..."

"So if you could just take it out a few inches across the middle, I'll be on my way..." Dash trailed off as she noticed that the tailor mare was staring at her.

"Miss Dash? I don't think overeating is the source of your problem." She said, obviously trying to be tactful.

"Yeah, probably drinking, if I'm honest." Dash laughed again. The tailor paled.

"I would stop that if I were you...probably, not the best idea for a mare in your...condition."

"Ha! That's the same thing Spitfire says! I don't listen to her either! I can drink if I want, regardless of my job!" Dash retorted.

"That's not really what I meant..." The tailor stammered.

"Well then. What did you mean?" Dash asked.

"Not to be rude, but I believe you might be growing in your middle due to, well, um... a bun in the oven." The tailor said slowly.

"Huh? I haven't eaten any buns!"

"In the family way?"

"What?"

"Up the duff?"

"Excuse me?"

"In the pudding club?" The mare tried.

"Ew. I hate pudding, what are you getting at?!" Dash asked, angrily.

"Knocked up!" The mare shouted.

"I may be a bruiser, but I haven't gotten in any fights, and why would that make me fat?!"

"Miss Dash you're expecting!" She cried.

"Expecting WHAT?!" Dash exploded.

"A FOAL! You dense mother-bucker!" The tailor screamed.

Dash's eyes got wide and she went totally silent. "You think I'm pregnant?!" She gasped.

Comments

[Princess Elytra]

Sorry for my favorite pony, but Rainbow is an idiot.

[mlplover17]

LOVE THIS STORY CAN NOT WAIT FOR NEXT CHAPTER

[KittyLover5]

MORE NOW, PLZZZZ?

[PurpleFire135]

4921568 Yeah, I had way to much fun with that

[MintyJoy]

Haha Dash pregnant. This is gonna be good! Except...
What's gonna happen to her wonderbolts career??

[Princess Elytra]

4923622 No it's the exact amount of ignorance Rainbow Dash has.

[Flutterscotch]

Rainbow dash the most stupidest pony ever but still funny

[The Cardboard Box]

Haha! Dense Dash strikes again!

[GloomyFace]

Well, Twilight will have a lot of explaining to do

[TheMusicalBoy93]

Well that's just typical, ain't it? Although, I can't help but notice.... , , :..... where's Fluttershy's reaction? Did the spell not affect her? But isn't that the problem with magic? Try to make the impossible happen, get half a dozen times more than you were expecting. Oh, the joys of magic

[Smoker]

Third base!

[Snowdrifter]

5261654
Who's on first? I don't know.

Third base!