This is the Pregnancy General, not stillborn and ready to be borne again. We've lately been building up a bundle of regular artists, storytellers, and others again; may this general get quicker and continue quickening.For files and other things we can't discuss in this thread, there's a fraternal twin thread over inside Pregchan, the premiere pregnancy imageboard:https://pregchan.com/f/res/16922.htmlThat thread is the fifth in a series, and here are the prior Pregchan threads, which have been archived here:https://web.archive.org/web/20211104233933/https://pregchan.com/f/res/100.htmlhttps://web.archive.org/web/20220611172822/https://pregchan.com/f/res/14888.htmlhttps://archive.ph/fJYNiThe fourth and latest thread's archived well in two places:https://archive.ph/TWHFNhttps://web.archive.org/web/20251011210802/https://pregchan.com/f/res/11488.htmlA torrent with archived threads can be made, if anyone wants it.Because of that drama with Pastebin, here are two archives of our greentexts:https://u.smutty.horse/lxqgizelhjx.ziphttps://u.smutty.horse/lzbpjsjvhjs.zipHere's a list of some artists and writers who use these threads:>SNSPonyhttps://desuarchive.org/mlp/thread/38560749/#38668858>GFM_Lewdendorffhttps://ponepaste.org/user/GFM_Lewdendorff>Kassazhttps://www.fimfiction.net/user/464822/Kassaz>pinkSPlease put hyper pregnancy behind spoilers.Here's a question to stimulate activity while waiting for the birth:Would you do anything special while Eris is pregnant, to those of you who like her?Last Thread: >>43156198
>>43297759lol
>>43297759Fantastic noodle
>>43297759I don’t think he’s gonna be getting out of there anytime soon and he looks like he knows it
>>43297759I feel like you wouldn’t have to plan out something special with Eris, you’d likely just wake up to whatever was going through her head at the time
I'm so pleased to tell you I'll certainly have the third chapter of Eris' story finished within the month, I should even get the third chapter of Eris' story finished too. She's pretty fun to write. Anyway, here are the two sketches that were under consideration for this piece, and you can find a tiny bit more over in Pregchan.
>>43298574I definitely think the one you went with is the best of the two, though I love how into it she is when she’ opening herself up in the second one
>>43297759
>>43298574That is gonna be a great update
I wish I had more to discuss but I haven’t found too many new pregnancy pics or fics I’ve wanted to talk about
I forgot to mention that this latest Eris will see colour and texture added to herself, next month. I'm planning to use her as new cover art, but we'll see. Aer0 Zer0-Ri2k may finish that other Eris later today.>>43298805Yeah. I didn't like how huge she was in the right side, which was another strike against it. She's got a great size in the final piece.>>43299050Why thank you.>>43299399Yeah, I also hate that there's just not too much to discuss lately, but I should move on to your Eris again tomorrow or the day after, so there's that to anticipate. I may upload something else I've got later today, also, a sketch of Rarity Aer0 Zer0-Ri2k made for me recently.
>>43299828That’ll be a nice one for sure
>>43299828I think she’ll look really good colored
>>43300412Seems like we’re in for a slow thread
>>43300835Yeah, it's a consequence of the board being so slow, but not so slow where threads easily last months without frequent checking.Anyway, there's some nice stuff in another thread that should really be mentioned here already. Look at these:>>43294323>>43298776Don't look at this:>>43300456
>>43301169Nice ass
This is based off a scene in Chaotic conception in which Eris is very interested in what magma might taste like, but Pinkie thinks she might want to start with something a little less spicy.
WildeGems posted this today, so here she is. I sit on most of the artwork I get from WildeGems until after I write about it, but my current plan is to pay to have the pieces upgraded once I've finished their respective stories. The idea is to have Princess Luna's belly look like the moon, perhaps with a crater for her navel, like this:https://derpibooru.org/images/3209485I'll post the early sketches and everything in Pregchan later.
>>43302875Why she angry?
>>43302949She knows that shot was taken specifically to make her look huge
>>43303424Exactly. Here's the reference I made for him, which is like the platonic ideal of this angle and anatomy, kek.
>>43304304It’s a great angle
>>43302875Looks real good
>>43302875Hey, I really want to write the story for this soon so I can justify having her upgraded, and I'm wavering on one part of it. Which do you think makes a better short story here:Looking at Princess Luna's moon through a telescope.Looking at it up close.I'm leaning towards the first, but I don't know.
>>43305194I think the telescope works well for it
>>43302875Well if the thread doesn’t make it this Luna would be good for the next OP I think
Hey, I saw some people discussing the 4cc fetus cup, and this image came up, kek.>>43305626Man, I've got so many candidates, but yeah, now that you mention it, she should be the next OP. I should finish that story so the final version can be used instead. I really don't see this thread dying anytime soon, with how slow the board is.
>>43305632I’ve never heard of the fetus cup
Badumsquish does it again.>>43306059Well, here's the post, if you're curious: >>43217923
>>43306611That’s a great Flutterbelly
>>43306611I’ll have to desuarchive it
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>>43308201That poor foal
>>43308574Tonight was slow even by this board’s standards
>>43308827Yeah, the entire board's slower without all of that incessant spam. With any luck, I'll have that third chapter finished in the next few days. That'll be something to discuss. I should also share those Applejack and Adagio Dazzle pieces with you guys already, I've been a little too busy lately and then forgot about them.
>>43309024Oh those’ll be good
>>43309024Sounds awesome looking forward to your next update
>>43308201Wildegems does some good bellybuttons.
>>43305815She looks comfy
>>43310720I get the feeling she’s not all that stuck, probably just wants someone to touch her butt
>>43310720Cutie
>>43305632That poor baby
I've paid sleepyhoers to convert this very short story into a comic after talking out the options with him:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/526921/29/short-stories-with-pregnant-ponies/out-of-reachI figured I'd be proactive about sharing the intermediate sketches this time. You should see how huge she is in the initial sketches, which you may find over in Pregchan.
>>43312545Fluttershy is so cute
>>43312120This is a nice one for sure
>>43312545What I wouldn’t give to be that anon
>>43298574Caramel’s living the dream
I should be able to get a new chapter of Eris' story published tomorrow.>>43313815I'd call it more of a nightmare, kek.
How does one write Chrysalis without her coming off as irredeemably evil?
>>43314117Aw, but I like writing her that way. If you want to do it, though, I'd recommend focussing solely on her and her changelings, not their food sources. That's got to be the easiest way to do it. If you must include ponies, and you want to avoid implications of evil, I'd recommend depicting them as akin to aliens, some higher form of life whose motivations can't be understood through such simple lenses.
>>43314679Have to agree
>>43314117This is a nice Chrysalis pic
Very slow day
Alright, here's the third chapter of Chaotic Cravings:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/584570/3/chaotic-cravings/a-craving-for-comfortA fifth chapter may be added, rather than leaving her at four, but we'll have to see. Now I'm going to see about getting the third chapter of Chaotic Conception done alongside some shorter stuff, and then it's Tempest Shadow's time again.
>>43316438Woo
Oh I forgot to bump before I went to sleep
>>43316438Awesome
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Man, I meant to post these before this very thread. All of the adjustments and alternative versions are over in Pregchan right now, and I'll be uploading them to the boorus for the next little bit, but I can also post them here when I need to bump. Here you can see how he adjusted the shadows on their bellies at my request.
Someone here wanted a version of these without their linea nigras, so here's the version with them made much less noticeable. I'll post this in the Dazzlings thread too in a bit.
I prefer the normal human skin colours myself, although Applejack can pass for human either way.
>>43318459I gotta agree
>>43318126I like the ones with the kicks
>Pegasus carrying an earth pony>Earth pony baby bucks and instantly lacerates the motherYeah I don't really have anything else to add to this
>>43319762Yeah, even human babies can fracture their mothers' ribs, so Earth pony foals would be able to break them, I figure. Whether that's worse than unicorn foals casting magic and fucking stuff up outside their mothers' wombs before they're even born is another matter for debate. I suppose pegasi have it easiest, since the only thing I can see with them is an additional two limbs poking around in there.
>>43319972Applejack wears pregnancy well
>>43319972Cute
Today was a very long day
>>43321299Nice
>>43321299She’s working real hard
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>>43318956This is a great Applejack
Here's a preview of something cute Jotun's making for me. I'll post the other intermediate pieces around later.
>>43323523That’ll be a great piece for sure
You know the drill by now:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/526921/33/short-stories-with-pregnant-ponies/an-ethical-dilemmaTwilight Sparkle lay on pillows, with chalk on her hooves, a scroll in her lap, a foal *in* her lap, and ink splotches everywhere. “Let’s see: estimated gestational age, length, magical field strength, weight, approximate horn circumference...” The scroll held figures, about her figure, in a roundabout way. “Spike, I need that book!”Spike had no retort, slowly carrying the ancient tome. He gasped for air as the purple unicorn levitated it while making more meaningless marks on the chalkboard. “You’re—you’re freaking out again, T-Twilight.”“Hush. I have to know if I can participate.” She flipped through the pages. “I have to know the precise definitions of *foal* and *dam*.”“N-Nopony cares if you aren’t technically a mother this Darling Dam’s Day, please.” He collapsed.Her stomach growled. “I wonder where hubby is with the groceries.”“I should’ve gone with him when we saw you measuring yourself with the protractor.”
>>43324251Kek
>>43324251Poor spike
>>43324251Cute
Here, have a preview based on the opening to this story:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/577588/rainbow-dashs-grumpy-morning
>>43325871Looks good
>>43322979Powerful stuff
>>43319972I need more AJ in my life
I just shared something very nice and steamy with Rarity I can't post here. She's in Pregchan and the boorus, however.
>>43327531Fantastic
>>43322979>instead of normal pregnancy cravings, Applejack's foals are making Rarity crave doing yard work and the smell of fresh cut grass
>Hasbro actually made a G1 pregnant pony figurehttp://mylittlewiki.org/wiki/Surprise_Twins_PonyBundle Joy for G6
>>43328400Huh, never would’ve expected that, probably came in response to the pregnant Barbie
>>43328400What a find
>>43328400She's cute. I like how her cutie mark rides into where the foal would be in her body. She needs to be more well known.
Oh, I nearly forgot to mention, expect a new chapter of Tempest Shadow's story later today.
>>43329123Sounds good
Here's the first of Tempest Shadow's next three chapters. There's a cameo in this one I've been wanting to squeeze in:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/574592/12/short-stories-about-fizzle-before-she-pops/a-bonding-class-familiar-and-embarrassingThere were nine couples in the room, including Tempest. She lay on her side, resting on a plush mat, and looked down her body at the couples flanking her hindquarters: One stallion towered over his mare, nuzzling her with a toothy grin; another lay upright as she leaned backwards against him, gazing at her content face with closed eyes lovingly; and the third lay behind his mare with his neck draped over her barrel, smiling and his eyes closed while she grinned at him. All of the mares lay as Tempest was, as did those postcrest, instructor’s recommendation.“Tempest?” Lemon Twist, Tempest’s mother, sweetly tried to grab her daughter’s attention for what Tempest figured to be at least the second time. She was sitting upright behind Tempest, nearly cradling her head. “I said how are you feeling, sweetie?”It disturbed Tempest that her mother’s voice was still unfamiliar to her, but she could only think of two that clearly stood out from the cacophony in her mind: One—Pinkie Pie’s—talked a lot while saying very little, hammered into her head over months in a way unlike any other; the second voice was sarcastic and demanding, beaten into her over a lifetime, whose final words and empty promise echoed through her mind again and again until she blinked and took a deep breath to banish its memory. She looked back to her mother with a smile, but she couldn’t lie and claim to be fine. “It’s just a little embarrassing to be at a class like this with my mother is all. I figured you’d want to do something we used to do when I was a filly.”“Well, would you enjoy that?” Her mother’s hoof running down her mane was another unfamiliarity to Tempest, but years as a soldier allowed her to hide that. Tempest thought about what they used to do, baking sweets and sewing the dragon’s share of the memories she could recover.She chuckled. “No, not really.” Tempest craned her neck to look up at her mother. “Although it’s still bringing back some of those memories.”“How are we feeling over here?” The instructor of the class, herself pregnant, waddled up to them. Tempest twitched ever so slightly, just enough tightening of her back muscles for her mother to feel them, at not noticing the pony beforehoof. “I’m glad you decided to come to my Lamares class, Tempest. You were the only expecting dam in the village who hadn’t come to one yet, but you’re always welcome to come to more, well until you *graduate* that is.” The mare giggled at her joke with her hoof over her mouth and then held it out for Tempest.
Tempest couldn’t remember the mare’s name, which made the mare remembering hers all the worse, but she was just going to talk around it for as long as she could, and shook her creme hoof. “Yes, well, I’m not exactly looking forward to that. Don’t misunderstand, I want to meet him, and hold him in my legs, but—it’s just—foals are big and,” she looked at her flank, “there seems to be a little size discrepancy.”The mare laughed again. “Sorry, sorry. Well, I can assure you it’s perfectly natural, and you’ll be surprised just how—let’s say *stretchy*—we ponies can be. You’ll find everypony you see *went through it*.” She snorted at her joke. “Thank Princess Celestia we’re not a bipedal species, the narrow hips on those poor things—well, nevermind.”Tempest chose to focus on the mare’s body instead of hers. Unlike her athletic form with a layer of motherhood smoothed over it, she could see why the mare wouldn’t be so worried. “Forgive me for phrasing it like this, but if it’s so natural, why do we need this class, exactly?”“Well, it’s like flight school, even though flying’s natural for pegasi, or magic school for unicorns.” Tempest supposed that made sense. “Now, you don’t know what’ll suit you best, since this is your first foal,” Tempest noticed that implies a second foal, “but I’ve got a whole host of tricks you’ll be able to use during the birth. Do you have any preferences?”“I’ve been,” Tempest looked from the mare back at herself, “trying not to think about it, honestly.”The mare stifled her giggle without choking on it this time. “Well, on your side like this is how most mares prefer to do it, but here,” she nearly put her hoof on Tempest’s belly, “may I?”“Go ahead.” Tempest followed the mare’s gentle push until she rolled over onto her back. Now Tempest’s head really was cradled in her mother’s legs; she looked away when their eyes met and focussed instead on the instructor’s hoof.
“Some mares find it easier lying on their backs like so. Now, while we’re like this, I’ll gauge his position.” Tempest continued to find it strange at feeling another pony run a hoof along the contours of her inner pony. “He’s all lined up, but you’ll want to check this once the time draws near. If you find he’s in dorsotransverse position—that’s where his back would be along here—” she ran her hoof along the far side of Tempest’s belly, “then I recommend you go to the hospital or find a unicorn, who isn’t in labour, to help you adjust him. If you’ll look over here,” Tempest craned her neck to follow the mare’s hoof, “some mares prefer a standing position instead.” That mare was certainly standing, walking small circles in mock labour while her stallion standing nearby watched her with the occasional nuzzle or kiss. The instructor turned her attention beyond Tempest, but she didn’t notice. “Now are you going to be present for the birth?”“That’s the plan.” Lemon patted Tempest’s shoulder gently, which unintentionally got her attention away from the happy couple.“Aw, that’s sweet. You should give Tempest some advice from her birth. Any tips will mean much more coming from you.” Tempest coughed, and rubbed her mouth with her pastern while looking at her other hoof. “Well, just let me know if you need any help; I’ll be right on the other side of the room if you do.”“Thank you. Before you go, I’m Lemon Twist.” She held out her hoof, which the instructor shook.“Bundle Joy.” Tempest made an effort to remember that. The mare then waddled to one of the other couples.“She was nice. So, Tempest, let’s see. It was early in the morning, you woke me up from sleep—”“I’d rather not hear about how I came out of you in perfect detail, if I’m being honest.” Tempest lifted her head and rolled back onto her side as she had been, now with her forelegs supporting her.Lemon laughed, and that laughter took Tempest back to her fillyhood. For several seconds, Tempest wasn’t certain where to look, and her attention was drawn discreetly to anything or anypony else in the room until her mother rested her hoof on her shoulder again. “Well, how about this: Did I ever tell you how you got your name?”Tempest tried to focus on the question and not the feelings welling inside of her, underneath her left ribs more exactly. “You combined yours and father’s name, clearly.”Now her mother chuckled. “Well, yes to a degree, but also when I was carrying you a fizzy drink always got you to calm down.”“Oh, I didn’t know that.” Tempest couldn’t help but wince now that those earlier feelings were making themselves visible, right through her skin. “I haven’t been drinking much soda lately.” Tempest set a hoof over him and shoved away from her ribs as gently as she felt was warranted. “Maybe I should start, though.”
Seeing her mother rest her hoof next to hers reminded her just how foreign the feeling was. Only Pinkie Pie ever really got hoofy with her sans any warning. “It doesn’t have to be a soda. Your father’s seltzer water works just fine, and it tastes wonderful with just a touch of fruit juice added.” She smiled at feeling a small part of Tempest try to swat her hoof away, and Tempest smiled at her smile. “Oh, but you remember how to make it, don’t you?”Tempest’s smile faded just a tad, not quite into clenched teeth. “I can still do it, it’s my special talent, I just... haven’t, in a very long time.”“Well, we’ll have to try that next time I visit.” Lemon’s hoof returned to Tempest’s mane. “If you’d like. I can also bring over a case of your father’s work for you.”Her smile returned, perhaps not quite as big as it had been. “Yes, I think I’d like that. I’d like to do it with him too, once he’s old enough, so some practice would be good.”As they sat there, Tempest realized she wasn’t so envious of the other mares with their stallions now, although the pangs were still present. She was thankful for her mother’s next question. “So, do you have a name picked out for him yet?”She shook her head. “No premonitions yet, I’m afraid. Right now, he’s just the little stallion in my belly.”Her mother was less subtle this time. “Oh, have you considered using some of the father’s name?”“No.”
>>43329820Always nice to see updates on this
Safety bump before my break ends
>>43330717Cute Fluttersub
>>43330717That is adorable
>>43330717Cute foal
>>43332654Always like seeing this one
>>43312120Here's an update. I'll share some more stuff later today.
Not yet.
>>43334419That’s a great swimsuit
Here's Trixie belly dancing by Wildegems, based on that old story I wrote. I don't know if I'll have her coloured or not. I'll post the first sketch in Pregchan later.
>>43334419This is a very cute Fluttershy
>>43335272Here's the sketch, I guess.
>>43335272>>43335753She looks fantastic, this was a really good one
>>43335754Agreed. Trixie's always great to see.
>>43336188What a great view
>>43336188Undermare
Slow day
>>43335272I do think she would look really good colored
I got my last reward from MetalForever up in Pregchan now, but he drew her huge, so I really don't feel like posting her here. If anyone else does, please use spoilers, I guess.
>>43339051It is a very nice Eris
Just a quick boost
>>43339051Anything else you’ve got coming up?
>>43340879Nah, I lost my slot in his top tier because of a payment problem, so that's the last of it. She's still my favourite.
>>43341012Totally fair, she looks great
>>43341012Nice rack
I need to write more of her this month.
I'll upload everything later:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/526921/16/short-stories-with-pregnant-ponies/that-last-lingering-shred-of-hopeRarity could feel tears building up as she frantically ran her hooves through the simply gorgeous clothing before her. She had lain on her bed nearly half an hour ago, and the outfits hadn’t quite started out in a pile, but they were getting that way. This colour disqualified that outfit, an adorable little bonnet disqualified another, and the cutest little design she’d ever seen meant that outfit was also out of the running. She sniffled, and could feel her mascara beginning to run.“I don’t think it matters, Rarity.” Sweetie Belle had thought Rarity would get over herself, but she should’ve known better.“You don’t understand, Sweetie. I-I can’t see how I was caught completely by surprise, but I’m simply unprepared!”“I don’t think he’ll mind wearing the filly clothes you made.” Sweetie Belle was getting tired of this.“I didn’t know I was having a colt!” Rarity wailed.
>>43342924That pic’s adorable Kaz
>>43342415That’ll be good
Alright, I should have Tempest Shadow's next chapter ready not today, but tomorrow.>>43343107Agreed.
>>43343883Cool
>>43343883Sounds good
>>43343883Yeah, just a few more hours.
Looks like a spammy kinda day today
>>43329811Alright, here's the second, which was also pretty fun to write:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/574592/13/short-stories-about-fizzle-before-she-pops/photos-and-fashion-fatiguing-and-flashyTempest Shadow opened her front door and found Rarity to be the pony knocking on the other side. “Good morning, darling! How are you on this fine evening?”Tempest couldn’t recall having but a few conversations with Rarity, and so suspected immediately that she wanted something from her. “I’m doing fine. How can I help—”“Oh, that’s great to hear darling.” Rarity leaned forward and turned her head to have her mane hide an eye from Tempest for some reason. “Now, I’m sorry to budge in on such short notice, but I came to you with a purpose: a modelling opportunity.” She swung her hoof out in an arc, pointing and looking at nothing the sky held, but the act may have made it seem more profound to a simpler pony; that was the reason.Tempest blinked, looked at Rarity, couldn’t help but look at the ground, and repeated the loop once or twice while she spoke. “You want me to... model, clothes, for you?”“Absolutely, Tempest, and don’t worry. I’m not asking you to do it for nothing, either. It pays a full day’s wage and I’ll let you keep the outfits—there are some adorable foal clothes included too I think you’d like to see your son wearing someday.” Rarity put on a deep smile and fluttered her eyelashes.Tempest couldn’t be bothered to put on anything but an embarrassed scrunch. “This is going to be published somewhere?”She nodded. “A magazine, yes. I can have one sent to you in the mail.”Tempest looked into her eyes for a moment, and resisted the urge to look away at her hooves instead. “Are you going to crop my photos from the neck down?”Rarity frowned and stomped a hoof. “Tempest, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself! While, um, yes, you have the, um, affliction we should say,” she waved her hoof in Tempest’s face for a moment, “you have a *very* nice body if I may say so myself, the musculature, the deep colours, and whatnot.”Rarity wasn’t looking, so Tempest chose to stare at her bushes. “I can’t be your first choice for this.”“Oh please, Tempest! Merry Way went into labour yesterday, the day before Photo Finish’s photo shoot with my ensemble!” Rarity threw herself at Tempest’s hooves. “No other expecting dams in Ponyville were interested!” There it was. Rarity watched Tempest think for a moment, and cut her off at first. “I’ll pay you for the whole day even if Photo Finish doesn’t want to use you.”That sounded like very easy bits to Tempest. “Alright.”-The white bikini was more string than fabric, and Tempest blushed looking at it. “Don’t worry, darling. After all, it’s only covering what we usually leave uncovered.”
“I know, but,” she focussed on the hourglass shape in the bikini’s rear piece with a *very* narrow waist, “it certainly draws your attention towards a few places nudity doesn’t.”Rarity laughed in that way that seemed fake. “Well, that’s some of the point. Here, I’ll help you get it on.” Tempest needed help to don it, but noticed Rarity was skilled at forcing ponies into clothing before they could muster any refusal. She coughed when the rear piece hugged her dock, and then those places beneath it, but liked the bows Rarity made on her hips, just past her cutie mark. She didn’t mind the front piece that merely covered her chest.Rarity was doing something elaborate with the strings she couldn’t quite follow, and the knot was tied underneath her, tucked between the bikini and her chest. “Oh, that’s a neat design.”“Why thank you. Now, you just follow me.” Rarity left the changing room and Tempest followed her.A cyan Earth pony with a contraption for taking photographs stood in front of a set: A bunch of sand was piled before a stretched tapestry depicting the beach; there was a bucket, a spread towel, and a beach ball also.“Zis is my model?” The pony clearly wasn’t speaking to Tempest, in whatever accent that was, and she stood proud with her scar facing that way, hoping to finish the day’s work already. “I like her!” Tempest didn’t quite frown. “You mix de motherhood and de ferocity. Your face tells a story, and I want to know more!” That was certainly a way to put it.Tempest nearly spoke up before the mare continued. “Now grab that ball, rear up, and face de camera!” She was this deep into it, and would need Rarity’s help getting the bikini off anyway, so she sighed and walked onto the set.She rolled the ball until it was underneath her hoof. “You want me to rear with this between my hooves?” She looked back at herself. “I’m not sure I’ll be able to—”Flashes answered Tempest instead, and she scrunched in displeasure before remembering what she was doing and bearing it instead. “Yes, you look away from de play at de coming responsibility!” Tempest could no longer understand the mare at all, and looked between her and Rarity when she received what she figured to be an unintelligible instruction.“Um, the ball, darling, pick it up, if you can.”“I’ll try.” She set her hooves on both sides, bent her legs, and tried to hop with only her forelegs, but the position was too awkward.
Tempest didn’t yelp, but she made a similar noise when blue magic encased the ball and got her all the way into position. “Here, have a little help. Now I’m going to let go in just a moment, so be prepared.” Tempest took her weight off the ball and shifted it to her hindlegs. The ball was now firmly pressed against the front of her bump by her forelegs. She took a deep breath just before the magic dissipated, and it felt like every muscle in her body tightened; she didn’t dare exhale, and faced the camera with a strained smile unevenly showing her teeth. The flashes blinded her, and she dropped back onto all four hooves when they stopped.He didn’t care for that at all, and she looked back to see something sticking out from her side. The mare was saying something else animatedly Tempest still couldn’t comprehend. She was still taking deep breaths, looking back, until a foal’s swim outfit was hovered nearby and she was blinded again. She rubbed her eyes with a hoof and clarity returned to her with the image of the mare having scraped the camera across the floor to get very close for those shots. At least he’d get a *kick* out of seeing the magazine someday. “Who makes swim clothes for foals?”Rarity sang out sweetly. “I do.”-The baggy tunic covered Tempest from hackles-to-hooves, and she could imagine herself wearing something like it after the photo shoot. “How is this maternity clothing, exactly?”“It’s based on the clothes the ancient pegasi wore, but the belt is my special addition to tradition. Here,” Rarity magically snaked the belt around her barrel until a circular region in the middle was directly underneath her, “how does that feel? It’s meant to take off some of the weight, although it can’t help you with the camera I’m afraid.”Tempest shifted her weight back-and-forth while Rarity smoothed out the creases around her. “That does feel nice. I think you’ll see me wearing this in the market later.” Her eyes caught the, useless to her, wing holes in the back. “Maybe a version for unicorns?”“Oh, certainly, certainly, darling.” Rarity walked around her to inspect the tunic once more. “But first, just follow me.” The mock beach had been replaced by mock marble, two columns, and a false cloud. Tempest could hear Rarity mumbling something about the cloud and Rainbow Dash under her breath, but didn’t care. She stood in the center of the set, and failed to decipher more instructions from the mare. “Alright, Tempest, I know you don’t want to rear again, but can you put both forehooves against the column to your right?”“Sure.” She tried to push a column to test its capacity, and was surprised to find it seemed to be real concrete. Knowing that, she set a hoof on it, let it hold her as she set the other higher, and crawled up the column that way.
The mare yelled out something else to her, and Rarity grimaced from listening too closely. “O-Oh? Of course. Tempest, darling, please swing yourself out towards the camera a little more?” Tempest twisted herself to face the camera better. “A little more.” Tempest’s higher hoof lost its grip, and she slowly slipped until she were lying across the column with her entire right side, at least that which wasn’t shoved to the left out of the way and towards the camera. Maybe he shouldn’t see this magazine after all. “Perfect!” More flashes came her way.The final pose for the outfit had Rarity lifting her into the air by her forelegs and gaskins, glow hidden beneath the fabric—Rarity’s face started to look as purple as Tempest’s—and Tempest frowned at more than just the implication of her weight. “You’d better put me back down gently. Aren’t ponies going to notice I don’t have wings, anyway?”“W-Well, Merry Way was a pegasus, and the outfit is for pegasi. It happens in catalogs sometimes. Don’t let me make you feel *heavy*, dear, I’m just weak.” Rarity sputtered. “Oh, Photo, take the shots already. Smile, Tempest!”-Tempest added a glare to her frown from the set, wearing some kind of black, white, and frilly outfit she couldn’t quite identify as befitting a maid. “Alright, Tempest. Now there’s something in need of dusting behind you. You’ll need to bend over to reach it with your feather duster. We really want to show off the frills in the skirt here.”Tempest looked at the shelf behind her for a moment before looking back. “No, there isn’t.” He could never see this magazine.Rarity coughed and put on her biggest fake grin. “Are you sure?” Tempest only stared back at her with pursed lips.-Tempest didn’t mind the leotard, but the rainbow colours made her look like an accident at the weather factory. It relieved her more than the tunic, but she could only imagine herself wearing it at the gym, where she already found more than enough embarrassment. “Alright, Tempest, are you ready for this next pose?”Tempest didn’t speak for several seconds. “I guess I am.” Rarity’s magic discreetly—on the far side and underneath the leotard—grabbed Tempest’s hindleg and slowly lifted her. Tempest at first thought it actually felt relaxing, moreso than being lifted in the tunic. Once she was nearly vertical is when she felt things shifting around: her muscles, her spine, her son. She made several funny faces she was glad had no accompanying flashes.Once everything was still—or mostly still—within her again, she lifted her left foreleg to give herself the appearance of an acrobatic mare, that mare she’d been, and then came the flashes.
>>43347669Great stuff
>>43347669This was a good one
I'm glad you liked it. I've got one more chapter to go and then I'm back on Fluttershy again.
>>43349111That’ll be a fun one for sure
>>43349111What a plum
I uploaded something really nice Whiterabbit made of Eris in Pregchan, or you can see it in the boorus by now.
>>43350377That was a real good one
Here's something strange in progress, this first sketch finished yesterday. I asked Cold Blooded Twilight for a pony at the Crystal Empire getting a look inside from the crystallization effect. Since there are no notable crystal ponies, I just went with Mrs. Cake. This'll wind up pretty fucking cool when finished, I think.
Ah, I could've waited to bump, I guess. The Eris in the OP is getting finished now, if you'd like to watch:https://piczel.tv/watch/Grindavikur
>>43352110Oh shit I probably missed that
>>43352346Grinda's almost done, but it's still going.
>>43352347Turned out real good
>>43352110Alright, here's the finished piece. This is featureless, and the featured version is in Pregchan or the boorus, per the usual.
>>43353341very nice!
>>43353341Love it
>>43353341Fantastic
I'll try to have my flashfic for the month done today so I can post something here.
>>43318129>>43318956Very nice.
>>43355879That didn't work out, kek. Today, then.>>43356595I'm glad you like them. Are you the guy who wanted them like this, all that time ago?
>>43355172This is a great chrysalis
Active today, are we?
Pony Quarantine ponified me, kek. I've never had a pony based on my appearance before now.Say, that reminds me, Mare Fair's in another month and some. Let me know if you guys will be there and want to try to hang out.
>>43358921I'll be there and wouldn't mind hanging out.
>>43359195Hell yeah. That'll be fun. I may have something else to announce, but that'll come later.Cold Blooded Twilight started something else nice with Pinkie Pie and Eris, but I shouldn't be the guy to post it here, I don't suppose.
Pinkie’s getting a little touchy
>>43358921Oh that comic’s fantastic
>8
>>43352067Looks good
Rise and shine.
>>43359948me on the left
>>43362623Lucky
>>43362623You're next, Ponk!
>>43363506Cute
I should have Tempest Shadow's third of three chapters finished within the next few days, at most.>>43334129Here's the finished linework. I think she's coming along swell so far.
>>43364319Very cute Dash
>>43364591I love how wide pregnant mares get.
>>43365844Definitely a good look for them
>>43362055This is really good
>>43366954I wonder what she’s baking
>>43367360She's got a bun in the oven of course.
>>43364319Here are the flat colours, she's getting closer and closer to done, although she's going to keep cooking in the comic.
I've finished Tempest Shadow's third and, for now, last chapter, beyond any tweaking still needed. Now there's another chapter I finally need to finish this month.
>>43369484Fingers crossed
>>43369558It'll probably be the next day I actually get Tempest's next chapter published, I have to wait on review, but I'll try again to finish my Flashfic entry for this month later today. I swear I'm almost done with Eris' next chapter, kek.
>>43370033No worries, it’ll be done eventually
>>43370033Nope, just a few more hours are left before I'll get that published.
I'm almost done proofreading. Anyway, here's a stream if you're interested:https://piczel.tv/watch/SilverSweetHe'll be rigging Trinket this afternoon.
>>43347658Alright, here's the last chapter of Tempest Shadow's story for now:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/574592/14/short-stories-about-fizzle-before-she-pops/cleaning-and-dusting-exhausting-and-rewardingTempest stuck her muzzle in the bag of crispy hay and chewed on another piece, but her eyes kept staring across the room. There was some dust above her cabinets near the ceiling, she could see from her spot on the couch. It made sense to her how she’d not noticed it earlier: She wasn’t a pegasus, and she couldn’t keep anything high up if she wanted to reach it anytime soon. Tempest figured this to be how Earth ponies feel, and banished the thought before it would fester. She tasted another piece before her sloth caught up to her, and she felt a little disgusted with herself, but she still swallowed the hay before setting the bag aside. Turning to her side, she poked herself accusatorily. “You, have made me soft,” she certainly felt soft against her hoof, “but now I will be cleaning, and you will find yourself forced to join me.” Tempest didn’t like the tone of her voice, it sounded too militaristic, and only brought back bad memories. “Oh, what am I going to do with you, besides raise and love you?”The pillow near her head beckoned to her, reassuring Tempest that her nap wouldn’t come and, if it did, surely said nap would be brief. She ignored its siren song and rolled off the couch. Tempest had last cleaned mere days ago, but she tried to recall the last time she’d cleaned deeply, and couldn’t remember anything. She ran her hoof along the floor. “I don’t think I’ve scrubbed these floors even once.”-Her bucket half-filled with water, she bit the cork with her hooves on either side of the bottle holding it still; she struggled for a moment to not swallow the cork when the smell of vinegar entered her nostrils and she accidentally brought it fully into her mouth. Surely, she were simply more sensitive to smells from her pregnancy; that’s what she chose to believe. The bottle was half empty, so she spit out the cork and watched it roll underneath the couch before grabbing the bottle’s neck in her mouth and mixing it into the bucket. She moved the bucket’s grip in place with her hoof and bit down on it. It was hard to look around the room completely, but her eyes scanned the room well enough. She made a loop, periodically nudging the bucket with her right forehoof to spill its contents on the floor, and poured out the remainder in the center of the room when she had some left over. Now it certainly smelled like a clean room, but it wasn’t. She set the bucket out of the way, against the wall, and started looking for her floor brushes.
Fortunately, Tempest found them in a closet, and felt silly for not securing them beforehoof: They resembled horseshoes, but much larger, with straps atop and coarse brushes beneath. She grabbed two in her mouth, grimacing at their taste, and kicked the other pair as she returned to the room with slowly drying vinegar on the floor. She spit out the brushes, and spit several times onto the floor for good measure, before nudging all four into place and slowly standing on them. She started with her hindhooves, inserting each one and raising it to ensure the straps gripped her properly, then her right forehoof was inserted and tested before she shakily lifted her left, putting all of her weight on the brushes. She took a deep breath and dragged her hooves along the floor, towards the first puddle.Tempest smiled while she walked over the solution and spread it along the floor; she yelped once all four brushes were soaked and she lost her hoofing. Her hooves slid all across the floor, crossing and colliding, for several terrifying moments while she tried to keep herself from falling on her stomach. Once her legs were mostly still, only slowly separating and lowering her further, could she slide a forehoof out of the brush—tossing it to the other side of the room—and get her hoofing. She supported her weight with one shaking leg while freeing the other forehoof, and brought her hindlegs back into place while she took inventory of her body: Her leg muscles were screaming at her, and she tried to believe she hadn’t pulled anything in her abdomen, but she felt fine, fine enough. She felt stupid for trying to use all four brushes at once while pregnant. She felt stupid next for realizing she’d be better off with her hindhooves free of the brushes instead.-Tempest dragged her forehooves all along the floor, scrubbing until she saw grime, and then scrubbing until she couldn’t. She alternated between locking her forelegs while her hindlegs pushed her along, and using her hindlegs for balance while her forelegs went in all directions. She smiled at the feeling of sweat beginning to mat down her fur. Unlike the gym, she was doing something strictly useful; she ignored the part of her that remembered, also unlike the gym, nopony was around to help her if she started to fall.
She had a few puddles remaining when a new pain rippled across her barrel: She felt her muscles contract around him more tightly than they ever had before and, for a few moments, she struggled to breathe properly; it brought her to a kneeling position—forelegs crossed, rear kept in the air—and, while she heard nothing like a splash, she looked behind best as she could to make certain she hadn’t just added a puddle to the mix. Once she got accustomed to the tightness, she tried to smile, slowly stood, kicked off the brushes, and waddled towards the couch. She took deep, smooth breaths and lined herself up parallel with the couch before tossing herself onto it by the second attempt.Once she got a good look at herself, she tried to understand what was happening. She wasn’t *that* close to foaling, so she shouldn’t be having false labour pains yet. Every tender part of her and every twitch made Tempest grimace—for her son, not herself. She’d finally, foolishly pushed herself too hard, and he could be the pony to pay the price.It was relief beyond words to her when she felt a pop close to her rear, and this time saw a spark briefly illuminate her inner hindlegs. She breathed deeply and smiled: It was prenatal magic, not false labour. Her book had warned her that unicorns could send their mothers into early labour with magical shocks. Her smile twisted, and she closed an eye, when she felt another round of contractions rack her body to the point her higher hindleg involuntarily extended itself. Without magic she could cast—she tried to ignore it as soon as it had entered her mind—she’d need the magical dampeners around her belly to contain his outbursts. She scanned the room for them, and remembered they were at her bedside. With another deep breath, she slid off the couch and—slowly—walked that way to get them.-Tempest rubbed sleep from her eyes and scanned the room. Her bedroom was still clean, and it was still daytime—she saw sunlight pouring into the room, but just barely. She could see the sun creeping towards the horizon from her bed, and estimated an hour remained before night. Hers was the next warm sphere to grab her attention, with a gentle twitch; the magical dampeners cupped her belly on the high side, and the other was squished between her and the mattress. Her body was calm, and she tried to remember what had happened, scratching her chin: She had found the dampeners; climbed into bed to slide them around her; and now she remembered the culprit, looking at the dastardly pillow which had goaded her into resting her head for just a moment. “You’re terrible.” The pillow had no reply to that. Her son had played accomplice, but she couldn’t blame him for it. She nearly rested her head again, jerking upright and leaving the bed before it could have its way with her again so soon.
She snorted. The smell of vinegar stayed in the room. She opened a window and enjoyed the breeze that entered; she walked to the other side of the house and opened another window so it could leave. The floor was cleaner than it had been, the brushes were now disgusting, and she really didn’t feel like cleaning them today, so she figured dusting would be appropriate. The feather duster always made her sneeze, no matter how she held it, and this time was identical. She waited for herself to stop wobbling while scanning the room for dust, but sans the area above her cabinets—she could imagine how badly she could hurt herself trying to get so high and stretch so far—the room was fairly clean.Tempest toured her home, attacking anything that seemed a little dusty. Thrice she felt that tickle in her nose, and nearly dropped the duster while trying to keep her mouth around its grip. She pushed open the door to her nursery, and had her eyes not been watering already, they perhaps would’ve started. With the door usually closed and without anypony living in it yet, the room was hardly dusty at all, but she still ran the duster along places that may have needed it. There was a shelf, sparsely filled, whose top Tempest could reach from her hindlegs on the ground. She gently walked up the wall by her forehooves, and transferred them to the shelf, but the position was awkward and she didn’t care for twisting her neck to get some dust she could now see; she blushed a little at realizing she could get on the tips of her hooves and just barely shove herself into a mostly empty shelf to get it. She sighed at the pleasant sensation of resting her weight, and noticed she’d blown the dust around afterwards.-There was still cleaning to do, but it would have to wait. Tempest was ready to crawl into bed and gleefully submit to the pillow, and his partners: the blankets, the mattress, and Princess Luna. She set a hoof on the bed to pull back the sheets and realized something she’d forgotten to clean: herself.
>>43372139Good stuff
>>43372616I'm glad you liked it. Now I've got to get my Flashfic entry done today or not at all, kek.
Brain says make nest. Don't have clouds? Improvise.
>>43373651Very cute. Who made that one?
Alright, here's my little Flashfic for this month, just in time, and I'll move on to the bigger Eris now:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/526921/35/short-stories-with-pregnant-ponies/use-your-imaginationEris equine wasn’t, but a fine enough draconequus was. Like a kaleidoscope’s internals, her personal world surrounded her, delighting and boring. Eris knew her imagination couldn’t entertain her, it already touched everywhere from the boundaries of her infinite domain to her body's misshapen shapes. Fortunately, Eris understood how to use her imagination to see another’s, and reached into a white unicorn’s dreams to take out a list.“Okay, let’s see.” She read the checklist top-to-bottom while changes happened all around her. “Become famous: Well, I’m already famous. Snag a husband: I can pop in one easily enough.” She grabbed him, squinting at the next item. “Have a baby: I guess.” She grabbed him, still inside her, and shook him a little. “Raise him right: Alright.” Now she held husband and baby in her limbs, both outside. “Oh, this is delightful!”“Ah, but that’ll never happen.” Now she was alone again.
>>43373975mareoinaddict. I saw the one Rainbow Dash REBUILD REPRODUCE REPOPULATE pic and knew he would understand. Not enough wings wrapped around belly pics out there.
>>43375323Oh, I can't recognize his style yet.>Not enough wings wrapped around belly pics out there.Agreed.
>>43353341Lucky Caramel!
Well, I see Rarity may have been spared from the horrors of G6. More for me.>>43380788Thanks for the bump, damn we almost fell off, kek.
>>43382281That is such a nice pic
>>43383584Agreed. Rainbow Dash is up next.
>>43384561That’ll be a fun one too
Pony Quarantine took five-word requests again. Mine was "Eris bothering her unborn son."Top kek.
>>43385264lol
>>43385264That’s a good one
>>43375323I’m gonna have to look for that one
>>43386935I'm planning to write about this for a trade, by the way, just something short.
>>43387427That’ll be a good read for sure, thanks for posting it
>>43385264Nice
>>43388740This is a really good one
>>43390141Poor Candy
>>43390780Cute
>>43388740She’s so dramatic
>>43312120I've let some stuff I need to upload build up again. We need a bump, too. I'll start with this gorgeous comic by Sleepyhoers or Candel—I may pay for her to be given the full treatment later—and get everything intermediate uploaded to Pregchan afterwards:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/526921/29/short-stories-with-pregnant-ponies/out-of-reachRainbow Dash harrumphed in bed, propping up—with her hoof—her head. “Bed rest is boring!” She said. To entertain herself, she’d lazily read. Eyes widened at conclusion she dread: Every book in bed, already read—and reread—to her now dead. Other things flew through her head: Her new foal asleep; her stomach well-fed; and her husband not home, working instead. She rolled on her back, sinking into the bed. Her new foal rolled with her, unborn, thoroughbred. Admiring him then, nothing was said, and she looked from her navel pointing ahead, to see on the wall a photograph, of pegasi wed. She poked him with a hoof, she thought on his head. It was his butt, she learned, from kicking instead. She saw something else when turning her head, just out of reach, a book she’d not read.-Wings hovering, hindhoof on bed, barely grabbing it, a new book to be read.
>>43392977That’s so good
>>43392991AJ is just so peeved about the reputation these harlots will bring to her stand.
I know it’s probably not the case but 4 hours to page 8 seems faster than usual lately.
>>43394140Cute
>>43394593Yes, and I'll upload something else adorable in a few more hours.
>>43372067Trinket's rigging continues now.
>>43395318Awesome
>>43395705is cadence male in this
>>43396926Kinda looks like it
>>43396926Correct. Rule 63 for both characters.
>>43372067Alright, the last little bit's getting done, some posed pictures with the new rigs.
>>43397590Great to hear
>>43395705Not bad
>>43397590Here's a sneak peek, I'll upload the rest of the work that got done later today.
>>43398960Oh she’s all lanky like Allie Way, that’s cute
>>43342924>I'll upload everything later:Damn, I guess it's still later, kek. I'm bad at scheduling some of these uploads, so I'm just going to get this done today also.>>43399413Indeed. I figured she should be. Wait until you see her standing next to Bundle Joy; it's comical.
>>43399832That’ll be fun I’m sure
>>43399832She looks great
I've finally managed to write again, just shy of seven hundred words in just shy of forty minutes. I feel like I'm in the groove again, and can get more done tomorrow. I think I'm going to refine the latest chapter of "Chaotic Conception" a little more and just publish it tomorrow too.Here's Trinket at the size she was at near the end of her first story. I'll get that uploaded to Pregchan and the boorus now.
>>43400690Can’t wait to see what you got, and damn what a belly on her
>>43400787She's all uploaded now. This is the cutest posed picture. I love how short Bundle Joy looks next to her, nearly scraping the ground, kek.
>>43401099Cute, they make a good pair
>>43402303So what are your plans for these anyhow?
>>43402517I've got the flash rigs, except for the anthro version I got just because, but I don't have Flash to use them. The plan is for anyone commissioning Silver Sweet to be able to use them, basically.
>>43402864Oh that makes a lotta sense actually
>>43402864I love her mane
Well, this is the last rotational.
>>43402303I can't believe pregnant mares really are that wide lookin
>>43403668Yeah it’s kinda crazy how wide they can get
>>43404379She’s cute
>>43405139It looks like she only has one wing
Trans suicides.
>>43404379I like her mane
>>43406271Pear Butter’s adorable
I commissioned Myufish, the artist who made the MLP manga, for artwork of Bundle Joy. You can find her two sketches over in Pregchan, and the full quality of this and its alternative version are also on the boorus.I've finished another story for you, which I'll publish later today, too.
>>43407707That’s awesome
>>43407707Here's the alternative version, but also not its full quality.
>>43407707That's very cute. >comic artist>manga artistNow we just need Faust to draw Bundle and we can complete the ritual to make her canon.
This guy makes some really good stuff.>>43408298kek
I'm almost ready.
AJ is unhappy about all of this
>>43409466i was born ready
The full quality's in Pregchan or the boorus. Aer0 Zer0-Ri2k made this creepy artwork of the queen, and I wrote this story about it:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/582238/4/tall-tales-of-the-one-true-queen-and-her-many-children/caughtQueen Chrysalis didn’t move. There were no sounds in the caves surrounding her, not a system she and her children had made. She was alone, and on the hunt. A drop of water made a noise as it fell from a stalactite into a pool. Her eyes almost made a sound as they shifted and stuck in their sockets to look in the direction of the noise. Nothing was there. The humidity was heavy, but not to the point she found no need to blink; her left eye closed and stayed that way for many moments before opening, followed by its twin.Queen Chrysalis had clung to the wall high above the cave’s floor many hours previously. Her children had checked the cave for her beforehoof, but she visited alone while they stayed nearby but out of sight, as was normal for such outings. Once inside, she had flown to the ceiling above and to the side of the chamber’s only entrance—and exit. Her legs had twisted backwards until they filled a groove in some way, or until their holes were filled and caught the wall, allowing her to retract her wings and press her withers and croup flush against it. It was not effortless to hold herself against the wall, but neither was it particularly difficult.She felt something move her position ever so little, and her heart raced for several moments. A single muscle in her right hindleg compensated for the movement to otherwise keep her still, and now her head twisted slightly so her right eye could look downwards: Her brood had shifted slightly, and now noticeably leaned her lopsided womb rightwards. Almost all of them were awake, looking at her head and every other which way—without much in the way of understanding. The membrane containing them shone with condensation; she let them fade from her attention as she watched a droplet of water run over them—over her—before it collided with another, and after more collisions it began to run down her gut until it was out of sight. Her eye focussed on them once again as she felt then saw a pair of legs buck on the far side, nearly out of her view. From within her they could make no sounds, so she returned to ignoring them. They were awake because they were hungry, because she was hungry, because she hadn’t eaten beforehoof; she wanted them to be awake so they would see what she did.Her mind took her to a previous pregnancy and what she’d done during.-
Ponies had been camping, a few stallions and mares, but unfortunately no children. They hadn’t known what was attacking them in the midst of the night, but it had sent them scrambling in separate directions. One stallion had heard the screams of his friends, one-by-one, and it had never occurred to him why he had been so lucky to escape. He couldn’t have known that the mother of the monsters responsible had told her children to leave him for her.He ran a short ways as fast as he could, as ponies always did, before he tired. With heavy breath, he took a moment to think about the predicament in which he found himself and his friends. A cliffside prevented him from going further, and a pegasus he wasn’t. He took several minutes to calm his breathing. In place of screaming, there was silence. Surely he would return to civilization to get help. He swung around to run from the cliffside, and faced the queen of the changelings with her neck lowered to have them at eye level with each other; her wide smile showed every fang in her mouth, with drool falling between them; her green eyes stared into his soul without blinking. Whatever hope his friends had held in their hearts surely died when they heard his screams.-Queen Chrysalis frowned when her stomach rumbled, not loudly but enough to vibrate them into another bout of restlessness. She smiled at the cramped, squeezed little faces in her womb just as she’d smiled at that stallion so many years ago, but their reactions were less entertaining: She saw a few imitating her with curls and bends forming across their little mouths, mouths only she could currently feed. Unlike that stallion, they weren’t food despite taking up space in roughly the same place; they were however the only useful byproduct of food beyond keeping her alive. That stallion had belonged to her whether he’d known it already or had to be taught, but they belonged to her even more. Made in her image, every speck of their bodies past that which had come from their irrelevant father had been a part of hers first, and most of that had been stewing in her stomach just beforehoof; every little curled body she felt pressing outwards against her looked like every other she’d yet to see and all others she’d ever see looking back from inside. They were hers and only hers the very moment they’d come into existence, and she would ensure they understood that after their maturation.Her mind returned to that stallion again.-
He stepped backwards over-and-over, looking into her hungry eyes, until his hindquarters butted against the cliffside. Her crooked horn glowed, and only then could he see the rest of her: Shoved into each other inside her gut dragging the ground were children—he couldn’t discern them as her children in the dark—and his hoarse throat screamed again at what he thought to be countless body parts from devoured foals digesting inside her. Her tongue exploded from her mouth alongside whatever fluids her body produced. Without a unicorn horn to help him, he turned around without thinking and bucked with all his might once she was too near.Effortlessly, she grabbed his hindhooves in her magic and shoved him upside-down into the cliffside. His legs were bent backwards painfully, albeit not yet enough to shatter their bones, and he whimpered with closed eyes. She was eating him, but not in the way he’d expected: Gently, she kissed his stallionhood, bringing one of his orbs into her mouth as if to taste it while her tongue coated him, then the other orb. Snot exploded from his face to mix with tears. He felt his body betray him, leaving his sheath to greet her, and she may have giggled when she bent her neck several ways to swallow him whole. He felt her hot snorts just barely escaping her nostrils with his orbs nearly sealing each one.Finally, he opened his eyes and looked up at her. She looked happy, but he couldn’t find the emotion behind her hard, black features. The eye closest to him looked all around until it noticed his, and then its pupil narrowed in understanding. He could tell that she was trying to grin around him; her actions became faster and tighter, and he looked away to close his eyes, but not before getting a proper look at her gut with the green magical glow illuminating it: He would’ve been relieved to know she hadn’t consumed dozens of foals, for half a moment, could he have thought straight; evil little green eyes set in evil little black faces smushed against the inner membrane stared back at him, every time he looked away from one pair he saw another, and nearly as bad were the rest of their evil little black bodies. He forgot he was upside-down with how many of them inside were upside-down also, right-side-up, or twisted and contorted in a way that made it hard to tell. Their bodies writhed against the others like snakes in their den, and he shook when a rear end without an owner he could see bucked towards his head, before realizing it couldn’t reach him; the thin membrane stretched so tightly around the pair of little hooves he saw that the action brought other parts of the others closer as well. He squeezed his eyes shut tight and coughed when she reminded him, painfully, that he was in her throat; his body betrayed him again, and he emptied himself into her. The magical glow around his forehooves vanished, leading him for a moment to think that she were finished with him.-
Queen Chrysalis’ eyes focussed again, and darted in every direction of the cave system before settling on the temple of her body again, filled with worshippers and demanding sacrifices. She hadn’t been paying attention; there was only the blind spot directly underneath her which she couldn’t see, neither could she crane her neck far enough in any direction to look around it. She waited for several moments more, listening to the quiet, and then her horn hissed—very little—with a gentle green glow. Magic formed a cylinder above her brood, and forced its way through her outer layer; she watched her children squeeze even more tightly around the magic, but out of the way—there were not so many of them that she needed even to adjust her hindlegs, they simply and wordlessly made her slightly wider. As the magic lowered itself deeper, it took longer for them to be moved out of its way, until the final foal hugged the cylinder tightly for lack of space. Now she could see through herself directly underneath her body and, as expected, nopony was there. The hissing and glowing of her horn ceased, and instantly the cylinder collapsed; they flooded the space again, and she put more effort to stay still while they swung helplessly back-and-forth. She noticed she was very nearly no longer lopsided, so she squeezed the thin bands around her womb as tightly as she could to make herself certainly lopsided no longer.It took her a moment to remember what fun had been passing through her mind before she’d been plucked from her reverie. She smiled at her body again while she thought about that stallion—whom she was fairly certain still lived—not noticing when the droplets of water were joined by drool falling from her fangs on their little faces. She saw plenty of him inside her, but he’d see none of himself within her.-
He saw the little monsters swinging side-to-side as she lumbered even closer to him; she set herself on top, and the only good thing that could’ve occurred to him was how he could no longer see the monsters inside their more monstrous mother, though he felt them squishing him into the dirt at nearly every point of his body. She let go of his hindlegs that kicked uselessly underneath her as she smothered him. She was waiting for her children to arrive and help her—he’d probably not suffocate before then—with her body contorted to allow her forelegs to rest above her gut. A loud burp was the only noise she made; he was getting harder to hear by the moment.In the light, where ponies could no longer convince themselves that nightmares had taken hold over them, she’d force him to worship her body and understand how nothing could befit his kind better than fathering her children.-Her stomach rumbled again. Her tongue coated her muzzle with saliva involuntarily. Her children had informed her that this cave was occasionally explored by ponies, as an activity of leisure, and that today had been a scheduled day for a small group of stallions—some young, some older. She could hear their delectable screams already. Unhappiness was a rare emotion from the queen, mania more often taking its place. She looked at the little bodies compressed within her, thinking about their futures under—and outside—her. If her children had been wrong, and she’d been waiting on the wall for hours unnecessarily, she always had a new child to take the places of those who had displeased her.
>>43409616This was a really good one
>>43409873Thank you. Now onward to more work. I'd like to see if I can get the final touches on the fourth chapter of "Chaotic Conception" before moving on to Fluttershy again.
>>43410143Ah, I meant the third chapter, silly me.
>>43410144Good luck
I've never posted here nor checked out this general. I'm sure it's full of fyetish stuff.But I wanted to say that the OP images are always really cute.Keep them coming.
>>43411100Much appreciated anon
>>43410143Fingers crossed
>>43411100Glad you like them
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>>43409506She should be. Here's the full resolution.
>>43413138Pinkie is so proud of herself
>>43413138Good shit
>>43353341is there a story of how Caramel met Eris? I'd love to see it.
>>43415297Chaotic Conception introduces themhttps://www.fimfiction.net/story/567441/chaotic-conception
>>43415327Thanks.>>43415297I like to use Caramel as the victim of monsters such as Eris or Queen Chrysalis. I think I'm going to give him a break this Nightmare Night, however, and write a different kind of story. It helps that Eris and Queen Chrysalis are the main villainesses who make sense for that kind of story.Anyway, I hope you like the story. I swear the next chapter is sitting just barely unfinished in my editor, kek.
Am I paranoid or is the board fast today?
>>43415901It’ll be worth the wait
>>43415327very nice I'm looking forward to the next chapter thanks!!
>>43416383>>43416994Thanks, I'll try not to make you wait too much longer, I've taken long enough as it is.
>>43417249What a pic
We need a bump, so here's my Flashfic for this month:https://www.fimfiction.net/story/526921/36/short-stories-with-pregnant-ponies/goodnight-demonslayerGoodnight, Demonslayer“Nominative determinism is a myth, Rainbow Dash.” The library was tense. Twilight frowned at Rainbow’s face and hoof gesture made when she was speaking. “You can’t name your foal “Rainbow Demonslayer.” There are laws against it.”“I thought you said it was a myth?”The unicorn looked away nervously, stroking her mane. “Well, early Equestria was superstitious, and a little safety doesn’t hurt anypony.”“It hurts me!” Rainbow stood and reared until she could gently set her belly on the table between them, gesturing at it with a hoof. “It hurts her too! I don’t want to name my foal something lame!”“Rainbow, with your late term, you’ve already had the premonition about what to name her!” Twilight pointed at Rainbow, but not her, for emphasis. “You’d be denying your foal her true name with a stupid name like “Demonslayer” and you know it! Now what is it?”“Rainbow Bouquet...”
>>43418563Kek
>>43418245Not a bad pose
>>43420112Damn
She’s so rude
>>43419694Very cute
>>43421807God that’s cute
>>43422107Agreed.
