> Short Stories with Pregnant Ponies > by Kassaz > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- > skintight bodysuit > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- In the Carousel Boutique there were the beginnings of a one-pony fashion show. Tight clothes were in this season, and Rarity knew a bodysuit would knock the horseshoes off the competition, accentuating her curves and every nook and cranny. The only issue was wearing it. Rarity loved her darling son, and watching him grow over the months had been delightful beyond words, but his presence in her belly made tight clothing infeasible. Sucking him in was impossible, lying on her back only crushed her organs like a corset, and magically enlarging the suit would be a bad idea once it shrunk back down around her. She lay on her side with the suit hugging her rear and unable to stretch past the widest part of her barrel; she sighed. Turning to her belly in defeat, she told him “I’m going to dress you in the cutest outfits I can make.” > A Terrible Day to Have Eyes > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sweetie Belle stared into the abyss. To her horror, it stared back. In the distance, it felt distant anyway, she heard the gnashing of teeth, the grinding of hooves, and other sounds coming from a pony in pain. The abyss slowly filled past the point of overflowing, to reveal something that looked an awful lot like a pony. Its fur was sleek, and its hooves were covered in some strange substance, as was its horn. Sweetie had been told these were “feathers” but a pegasus this was not. She wanted to run away from this place, to frolic in the flowers and feel the warmth of Celestia’s sun, but her hooves wouldn’t move, and she couldn’t look away. After witnessing this traumatizing affair, Rarity beckoned her, with a voice gentle and sweet, almost in ignorance of what had just happened “Sweetie, don’t you want to say hello to your nephew?” > Love, Ambushed By > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rarity had known she loved her son from the moment she’d learned he existed; really, even before then she’d loved the idea of him. It had been exhilarating to know she carried within herself half of her children, who would continue their lineage in the same way she would; the day she found their other half had been one of the best days of her life, next to the day on which she married him. Today, however, threatened to eclipse them. After nearly a year of waiting, she held him not between her legs in her belly, but between her legs lying with her on a bed. His hooves and horn were still covered in feathers, and they were staring at each other. He had so many of his and her features in him; he was gorgeous. She didn’t even know his name yet, but she knew she loved him. > They're Revolting! > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Applejack lay on her front porch sunning, nearly asleep. Were she red like her brother, her twin pregnancy would’ve resembled a ripe apple but, with her orange coat, it could only be mistaken for a huge orange resting between her legs. It was further accentuated by her hat resting on it. Apple Bloom had been in Ponyville all day, but now was running back home excitedly. “Sis, look at what I’ve got for ya!” Applejack yawned to a weird yellow fruit held in front of her. “We’re kin to Oranges, but they’re ain’t any Bananas in our big ol’ family tree, sugarcube.” After some pouting, Applejack relented and ate it. Then her hat was kicked, for a start; she grimaced. “Oh sweet nelly, they’re revolting!” After some arguing, Apple Bloom relented and went to get her an apple. “This ain’t gonna happen to me when I have foals, is it?” > Just the Two of Us > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rarity relaxed deeper into the warm bath and its bubbles surrounding her. Only faint candle light illuminated her bathroom, but a mask covered her eyes regardless, and the quiet meant she was concerned only with the pleasant sensations of the warm water, and its luxurious smell. Every part of her was submerged, except for her head and the small island of her pregnancy jutting outwards midway through the tub. Sweetie Belle hadn’t earned her name this week, accidentally setting her mane on fire during one of her little stunts, but that didn’t matter now. She was Applejack’s problem preoccupation, presently. She sighed, but not in a tired way. “Ah, it feels so good to be alone.” A small earthquake struck the island, sending a tiny tidal wave at her face before calm returned. “I mean, it feels good with just the two of us.” Her lips curled into a smile. > And Some Pain Too > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Applejack felt like she’d been bucked in the gut. Really, she’d been bucked in the gut more than a few times in her life, and bucked in the gut a lot quite recently, and the pain she felt now wasn’t quite as bad as the former, unnoticeable compared to the latter. She lay on her side in the straw in one of the barns, the same barn in which she’d entered the world, and even feeling like an apple skin without much fruit in it couldn’t knock the smile off her face. She looked at her deflated belly. For nearly an entire year, she’d looked at it, and wondered about the Apple therein. Now she had her answer. She looked past her postpartum body to again admire the newest member of the Apple family. Struggling to stand on wobbling legs, was a short and sweet little foal, a colt as green as Granny Smith and with hair as blond as that which framed Applejack’s vision. He nearly fell flat on his face yet again, but she reached out her head to steady him, and marvelled at how her powerful neck and head were nearly the size of his entire little body. She let him stand on his own, and sweetly beckoned him into her embrace. He fell into her forelegs, and she hugged him tightly against her chest. The foal wasn’t crying, but she heard Big McIntosh and Apple Bloom were. Now she had her son, and some pain too. > Cue the Fireworks! > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Two unicorns, two pegasi, and an Earth pony stood before Pinkie Pie and her mystery box. She’d told them about her plans, vaguely, and they could tell by the pair of earmuffs gripping around her belly that it was going to be something loud. She knocked off the lid, contents still unseen, and took a match from her mane; she struck it along her hoof, and tossed it in the box before hopping away with a big smile. She nearly fell over when she reached them and stopped, because all of her didn’t stop moving until she fell over onto Applejack, who gave her a displeased look. Then there was a line of fire out of the box and into the sky, followed by an explosion, followed by more lines and explosions, all blue. “It’s a boy!” Pinkie shouted, but nopony would be able to hear her for several hours. > Here's the Plan > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- A purple unicorn was drawing a complicated collection of words and diagrams on a chalkboard, shifting her weight from side-to-side whenever she wasn’t walking around to adjust the dust. “So, once he graduates from Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns, he can take on an apprenticeship. I’d take him under myself, but that would never be allowed.” Spike mumbled something and chuckled, but she was ignoring him. “Then, he can get a job from her...” It all blurred together, and Spike shook his head to avoid passing out. “Uh, Twilight?” “Yes Spike?” Spike stood, walking to spare her the effort. “Shouldn’t you at least wait until he’s born to plan for all of this?” Spike poked him for emphasis. “Quit it.” Her magic swatted away his claw. “What if he’s not a unicorn?” Twilight gave him a sombre glare. “That’s why there’s a decision matrix, Spike. Now help me.” Spike groaned. > The Most Devastating Insult > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Rarity lay on her back, in her chaise lounge, with a bucket of icecream on her pregnancy. A more appropriate spot would’ve been the nearby table, or even the floor, but empty buckets occupied those positions and more, making her resemble a mare who had finished furiously painting. Standing before her was Sweetie Belle. “What’s wrong, Rarity?” Sweetie Belle didn’t really care, she just wanted some icecream; by now, she was accustomed to Rarity having her episodes, and for the past few months her behaving normally had become the episodes. If she could distract her long enough, she could scoop out some of the icecream before Rarity finished inhaling it. Rarity started telling some long story about some hoity toity pony at a fashion show. “Then, he, he called me fa-a-aa-a-aaat!” “You are fat.” Sweetie Belle was blunt. Rarity started wailing again and, worse, eating out of Sweetie Belle’s bowl. > Knock It Off > -------------------------------------------------------------------------- “C’mon, knock it off.” Scootaloo sat before Rainbow Dash, who was keeping an eye on her poorly, meaning Scootaloo was playing in her den while Rainbow Dash slept on the couch. Rainbow would’ve taken Scootaloo flying, or performed tricks while Scootaloo watched, but her late pregnancy sapped her vigor, so it was up to Scootaloo to make her own fun. Eventually, the fun included Rainbow’s sleeping form. Balanced on Rainbow’s barrel was one of Tank’s chew toys. Rainbow had already shown Scootaloo the ins and outs of her ins and outs, and Scootaloo got it in her head to see if she could make the foal do a trick. Rainbow’s breathing was gentle, and neither of them moved, however. Scootaloo reared on the couch, and poked Rainbow’s belly with a hoof. “Knock it off, squirt.” Rainbow was asleep again before the last syllable. “She’s not even trying.” Scootaloo complained, misunderstanding.