Scootaloo walked out of the library, lost in thought. Sure he was short, and not grownup, and not very smart, but he hated being so helpless when somepony was in trouble who was so important to him. He looked at the sky, already missing seeing the rainbow trail streaking across it. Rainbow Dash was in... trouble? And it was because she did sex with him?
Scootaloo didn’t know what to do, so he just headed for the meeting place with Sweetie. Behind the flower shop, in that alley where not a lot of pony traffic went through that they’d found Tootsie Flute and Shady Daze in about a week ago. Had it really been only a week? Seemed like forever, with Rainbow Dash discovering him, discovering he was a colt, and then getting in... demon pregnancy trouble. Did she really just... forget?
“She’s always been my hero, saving me from fear,” Scootaloo sang thoughtfully. He liked singing, but he wasn’t so good at it, so he pretended he didn’t. On his own though, it was fine. “But what do I do,” he sang, “When, she’s the one who needs saving?”
“Rainbow Dash...” he paused, saying haltingly, “Is she gonna... like me... shaving?”
“How about use ‘dread’ instead of ‘fear’?”
Sweetie Belle’s blessed voice of reason came to a troubled colt trying to sing. Scootaloo looked up, to notice that he’d reached their meeting spot in his wandering, and the adorable candy haired white unicorn filly was standing there in the alleyway waiting for him, to hear what he learned from Twilight.
“Oh, hey Sweetie,” Scootaloo said casually, but Sweetie insisted,
“Use ‘dread’. Because it rhymes with ‘instead.’”
“She’s always been my hero,” Scootaloo sang skeptically, “Saving me from... dread?”
“But what do I do,” Sweetie sang in response, in her clear, penetrating timbre, “When she needs saving instead?”
Scootaloo had to smile at that. There in the alleyway, he sung, “The greatest pony who ever flew, I thought she was untouchable.”
Sweetie sang in response, giving him an encouraging nudge, “But she bit off more than she could chew. What could have got her in trouble?”
Getting more into it, Scootaloo sang wistfully, “I just want to play, I want to live...”
“Want to help,” Sweetie echoed, walking alongside him, “I want to give.”
“Just a touch of the life she lives,” Scootaloo sang, looking up at the blue skies as they left the alleyway into the warm sun, “Just a taste of the sky she knew.”
“More than a taste you had, it’s true,” Sweetie remarked.
“I just don’t know what to do,” Scootaloo sang back. Ha, he could rhyme too!
On the way to the orphanage now, they ignored what ponies were walking about on the streets, singing to each other instead. Sweetie sang pensively, “Is it the end of the road you see?”
“Is that all that fate has in store for me?” Scootaloo responded in solemn agreement. “What more can I do for her? It feels like she’s a cold storm, and I can’t warm her up.”
He started losing his rhythm towards the end though, and halted, confused. Sweetie Belle said helpfully, “Okay, how about...”
“What you can’t reach, you can’t keep warm,” Sweetie sang. “Is your only course that’s sure, to wait and weather the coming storm?”
“Yeah, that’s great!” Scootaloo said with a flash of a smile. Sweetie continued, singing to Scootaloo,
“You’re more than you think you are. She sees in you herself, afar. Just believe in what you can do.”
“And Rainbow Dash will be okay?” Scootaloo sang hopefully.
Sweetie nodded, singing, “Nothing can stop a determined you. I just know you’ll find a way.”
“What happened, Rainbow Dash?” Scootaloo sang as he walked along, dreading having to separate from Sweetie to go hide in the colt paddock, but what else could he do in the face of something as big as a big evil demon thing, that ruined his idol and made her act so strange? “What made you treat me like trash?” he wondered, “What crawled out of the pit and got you? A big monstery icy pit of doom! It uh... something about a room...”
“If only we knew what to do,” Sweetie sang in correction, glancing up to where a cloud house (not Rainbow Dash’s) was drifting by, “With you there locked up in your room.”
“Yeah, yeah that’s good,” Scootaloo said excitedly, “Hold on lemme write this down.”
“It’s too sad a song to sing,” Sweetie answered in song, “I just want to end this thing.”
Scootaloo gave her a look, saying, “You can stop singing any time, you know.”
Sweetie sang, “When I—oh. Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she stated, blushing.
The two of them took a brief detour to the quill shop, to spend Sweetie Belle’s hard earned allowance on a scroll. One emergency crayon held in Scootaloo’s tail later, and they had some working lyrics going from what they could remember.
“Ooh, put in something about heat,” Sweetie suggested, while Scootaloo wrote out what she was dictating basically, “Like, ‘Hiding away from the fire and the flame that gives the season its name.’”
Scootaloo nodded at that, and wrote it down, but he started to get worried about the angle of the sun. You couldn’t see the Ponyville clock tower from around here, but shadows were pretty short, and he didn’t want to be out after noon.
Passing the crayon to Sweetie’s lips, Scootaloo said, “You work on it, okay? I really have to get back, before they notice I jumped the wall.”
Sweetie Belle nodded, holding the crayon in the corner of her mouth like a cigar stating, “No problem. We don’t want any more trouble. All I can say is it’s a good thing you can’t fly, otherwise they’d keep you in a room with a ceiling.”
“Bad enough they know I’m a colt,” Scootaloo sighed. “Like I couldn’t even hold back making fillies pregnant, if they just asked nicely.”
Sweetie raised an eyebrow. “Really, Scootaloo?” she said very skeptically, with a suggestive tail wiggle to remind him she knew exactly how much he failed to hold back. Not that begging him in the height of confused lust exactly counted as asking nicely.
“Okay... maybe I have a hard time of it,” Scootaloo admitted, “But with you there, I can stay outta trouble. Oh that reminds me, I um, did Twilight again.”
“Huh, I guess she really likes you?” Sweetie said thoughtfully. “Well, don’t worry. Rumble helped me earlier today.”
“Oh good,” Scootaloo sighed in relief. “It just—I mean you told me about your plans with Rumble already, so that’s why I wasn’t too worried, but it is kind of hard to keep track sometimes.”
“Can’t tell who’s in me, huh,” Sweetie said in a singsong voice, twitching her pink and purple tail, as she danced her candy white, smooth, and faintly Rumble scented rump past him, “Could be you, could be anypony~”
Scootaloo started to laugh, but his eyes widened and he blurted out, “Oh, hey, this is those instincts things isn’t it!”
“What?” Sweetie said, frowning uncertainly as she turned her head to look at him straight on, “What instincts?”
“Well it’s just you... when you were in the paddock I mean, you were um...” Scootaloo blushed, saying, “I can’t really explain it right, but it’s really interesting. Ask Twilight sometime about instincts, and doing lots of colts. She basically said you er... like to do that? I’m not explaining it right.”
“Sounds sensible,” Sweetie allowed albeit cluelessly, then poked Scootaloo’s flank, saying, “Now go on, it’s getting late enough already.”
“O-oh right,” Scootaloo said. “You got the gist of what Twilight told me, right?”
“Uh huh,” Sweetie said, “Rainbow Dash is in trouble, something came out of the pit and got her, and it’s something only the grownups can handle.”
“Y-yeah, and she’s also like, super pregnant,” Scootaloo added. Sweetie tilted her head at that, and Scootaloo added, “I dunno, but Twilight said she had something huge in her womb, like a ton of something called imps.”
“Oh, I remember imps from church,” Sweetie mused. “They’re creatures that try to whisper bad things about Princess Celestia into your ear.”
“Huh, makes sense she’d wanna get them out of her then,” Scootaloo said, “Buuut I’m sure a librarian can figure out how to cure it. Anyway I gotta trot.”
“Wish I could be there for you in the paddock,” Sweetie said in both a longing and consoling tone, “But, all those colts in one place, was just so overwhelming, and I really don’t wanna get in trouble again. Wish it could be just you.”
“Yeah, well after estrus is over I’m sure it’ll be easier,” Scootaloo told her encouragingly, “We’ll be lots older next year, and we’ll have all year to figure out something better to do.”
“Maybe we’ll even have our cutie marks!” Sweetie said brightly.
Scootaloo smiled at that. “See ya, Sweetie!” he said, saddling his scooter, and revving up his wings.
“Bye, Scoots!” Sweetie chirped, as the groundbound pegasus sped away, cresting the hill and motoring straight for the orphanage. The fillies who once again gathered at the wall to gaze at colts through a chink in the brick didn’t even spare him a second glance, because he really did sort of look like a filly. Scootaloo wasn’t a filly where it counted, but they wouldn’t see that as long as he didn’t get close enough to smell them.
Concealed in some bushes a ways away from the wall was a recently excavated tunnel, descending then moving horizontally until it was past the wall, and after that, Scootaloo carefully popped his head out, looking around to see if anypony was watching, before crawling out of the hole and shaking the dirt off his fur and wings. Then, he went and shimmied up a tree, settling himself solidly on one of the branches, and resting his head on his forelegs. Nopony would suspect he was escaping from the colt paddock this way. It was a good alibi, especially since he ejaculated in Twilight, because that always made him sleepy afterwards, and it was no trouble for him to drift off to sleep up there, just like Rainbow Dash did.
Meanwhile, a pegasus mailmare with no relation to Derpy Hooves whatsoever came hurtling out of Canterlot with a hefty package in her wagon. Books to be shipped to a library, nothing special right? But they weren’t marked Priority Mail, nor were they marked Express Mail. They were marked Super Priority Express Immediate Mail. Windfeather didn’t even know there was an Immediate category before today. So like Derpy she had to abandon her route and take care of more important matters, but unlike Derpy, these matters included delivering a package in the mail.
She didn’t complain that she didn’t get paid enough for this, though. Because Windfeather did get paid enough for this. Her solid purple flank was the best in the business, and when you needed it delivered yesterday, you came to this pony. It was a terribly easy assignment for her, especially in the summer when the weather was so boringly managed. But she made it about 20% faster than the fastest pegasus in their postal office, she didn’t get lost on the way, and she immediately found the location to deliver. Again, not a huge challenge, since both libraries and grown houses were exceedingly rare out in the boonies here.
So she thumped down, and the cart delicately settled behind her from where it was hitched. Then she folded her wings, and rapped sharply at the door. “Package for a miss Twilight Sparkle!” she called out shrilly, knocking again. There was a witlessly surprised whinny from within, the sound of something hard striking something soft, and the sounds of the mare clattering around in there, before opening the door where Windfeather stood. Twilight Sparkle was a unicorn mare, a more washed out shade of purple than Windfeather. Their manes were the same color at least, though Twilight’s mane and tail were enviously flat, a hairstyle that on a pegasus wouldn’t last long enough for her to ascend to the jetstream. It also looked like the library mare dyed a couple stripes in it.
Twilight Sparkle blinked sleep out of her eyes, stammering, “I–I–I fell asleep r-reading sorry, sorry ow, I might have bumped ugh, oh are those my books?” The unicorn was kind of scrawny and goofy looking, until she saw her order had arrived, and Windfeather had to swear she moved with a dangerous, predatory grace, stalking around the cart and looking over the bindings of her books, to swiftly catalog their titles in her mental library.
“Thank you very much!” Twilight said, zipping up into Windfeather’s face, as the mailmare balked a bit at Twilight’s approach. “This is exactly what I’ve been waiting for, and I’m so glad you brought them so expediently even if it is...” she glanced at the grey horizon, “...not quite dawn yet.”
“Yea–uhm—sure, no problem...” Windfeather said feeling caught in this strange pony’s captivating violet gaze. Why was the unicorn staring at her so intensely?
After a time, Twilight said in an uncertain tone, “So, are you going to ask me to sign for it, or what?”
“Right!” Windfeather said, producing a clipboard from her saddlebags, and winging it in front of her, pulling the pencil off of it, and making a check mark under “Delivered Promptly.”
“Here oo go,” she said, presenting Twilight with the clipboard form. The similarly colored unicorn had a quill already brimming with ink ready to sign, so she concluded the matter swiftly and expediently. Just the way Windy liked it. Twilight then lifted the books all at once off of Windfeather’s cart, and levitated them inside seemingly effortlessly.
“Is there anything else?” Twilight said with a pleasant smile.
“No—nope, I’m pretty much done here. Thank you for using the Equestrian Postal Service.”
“Well, it sure beats PonyEx,” Twilight offered wryly. “Anyway, I’ll just get these um... taken care of. Have a nice day, miss...?”
“Windfeather,” Windy said, still feeling caught off-guard by this mare’s forwardness, or her... something. “Interegional mail manager, at your service.”
“Fascinating!” Twilight said, glancing at the books like they were a monster waiting to pounce on her. Sheesh, did she want them or not. “Talk to you later, very busy, so sorry!” the mare said then, and shut the door in Windfeather’s face.
Which was fine, because Windfeather finished her delivery, and was just leaving. So why the hay did she feel like leaving a friend’s house, rather than just another customer? Thankfully the strange disappointment didn’t last in the fast paced pegasus’s mind, and she took off, soaring through the sky to return to her central office in Canterlot, where she could hopefully get back to her job delivering normal mail.
Twilight Sparkle felt a little guilty cutting short such a pleasant conversation with such a very purple pegasus, but she really had to hit these books hard. A full encyclopedia of Ghouls, Ghosts and other Ghoulish Figures, the Dictionary of Dangerous Demonic Dweomers, all 72 treatises on the individual varieties of known demon, and the official report from Durable Allegory, the one member of the original expedition who survived. To say it was ancient was no exaggeration. The Hellfire Incursion was old news to dragons, even! It was a pre-Nightmare relic, well an exact replica of one, at least. But the multi-volume report was still the most accurate treatise on that realm and its inhabitants.
These books were not going on her shelves. Even if ponies in this town ever bothered to stop by to read once and a while, these were extremely restricted materials. Even the postal carrier would have been specifically chosen for her security clearance, not that she was likely aware of that. It was not something the average pony was given access to, but thankfully Twilight was in a rather uniquely qualified position to learn about these things. Many of these tomes had instructions, ways to replicate the effects of demonic magic, and exhaustively complete descriptions of how to summon demons into this realm. Twilight Sparkle was counting on this, not to summon a demon herself, but to find out what a phallic stone idol etched with at least an inverted pentastar could possibly mean.
Twilight was having a hard time finding the particular bioform that Rainbow Dash had been exposed to though. It seemed simple enough: you put sex crazed maniac together with mysterious orgy inducing abilities. But such things didn’t usually rely on idolatry to enter the world. One would expect dream corruption or perhaps tulpae, but a big magic penis statue? There was something else going on, and that meant Twilight had to cross reference it with every other possibility.
She hadn’t gotten very far into it when the strain of her late night studying started to catch up to her. Twilight’s frustration was as fierce as her thoughts were sluggish, as she tried focus, to piece together the puzzle, but only ended up laying her head against the table and muttering, “Why didn’t I wait until now to study?”
Twilight sat up and firmed her lip. “No,” she said, “When a friend’s life is on the line, you do not give up on studying.” Her magic pulled a headband out of the studying supplies bureau and tied it around her head, holding back her bangs. Another all nighter was nothing compared to what Rainbow Dash must be going through. Twilight just had to tough it out, and get serious about this.
The morning dawned, and Rainbow Dash was bored. Like, really bored. Like... so bored you have no idea bored. This super pregnancy... thing was messing with her appetite so much, she’d eaten enough to last like three days, which was good because she couldn’t exactly reach the refrigerator like this. Dash’s terror had mostly faded. Her egghead friend was going to fix all this. And at least she had... Derpy for company.
Rainbow Dash had never been so unable to move before. Not even when she hurt her wing that one time doing a crazy stunt. That’d been before Twilight came around of course. But being confined to a hospital bed was nothing compared to this. Rainbow Dash couldn’t even roll over. She didn’t have anything to do, or look at outside of her own swollen belly. And it felt kinda good being like that, but also kinda bad. It was so hard to reconcile the feeling that she was holding onto something delicate and precious with what her friend was saying, about the bloody orifices and how she should be scared and stuff.
Derpy said that Rainbow Dash had a head full of rocks, and Derpy had a good point. She wasn’t saying Rainbow Dash was stupid, like most ponies would think, but that Rainbow Dash had a stone statue at one point, and it really got inside her head. Then inside her cunt. Getting inside your cunt is really close to getting inside your head when you think about it, because it makes your head so loopy to put things in there.
Dash had to admit, she never would have done any of this, were it not for that statue making her horny. It just got so intense, she couldn’t even think anymore, and it was just a blur of crotches beyond that point. A thrilling feeling, being the center of everypony’s desire, but... it definitely was getting in her head.
So that’s why Rainbow Dash whacked her own womb out of frustration that morning, about the only thing she could reach from here. When she smacked her belly with a hoof, all it did was quiver pleasantly at the sudden strike, like she was a water balloon or something. Dash loved it, but she hated loving it, because everything she knew said that she would never love being like this. As filled as she was with pleasant and slightly protective adoration, it wasn’t something she would feel, and that felt indescribably wrong.
It’s not like she could do any damage to herself. This thing had sucked out all her strength and power to feed its... whatever it was. Not a foal, Twilight said. She said that, right? Rainbow couldn’t remember. Why did she do this to herself? What was she supposed to do about being so bored?
The morning dawned, and Twilight Sparkle snorted awake. “Humn?” she mumbled, lifting her head and glancing forward. “Oh no no no shit—” she swore as the ancient text in front of her now had a wrinkly indentation in it, where Twilight’s stream of drool had distorted the pages. Twilight cast a drying and an enzylysing spell, and waved the book in the air, hoping that it wouldn’t deteriorate too much from that.
Going back to it, she started to read through the next set of requirements for the next kind of demon, which were elaborate, exhaustive, and only slightly different from the set of requirements for the last 31 demonic archetypes. And these were only the core ones, not the draconic variants that she was already—
Twilight’s train of thought was interrupted by Spike padding into the room, saying, “Twilight, oh good you’re awake!”
“I fell asleep again?!” Twilight said with a furious glare. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“You’ve been up all night, Twilight,” Spike said appeasingly. “You need to take a break.”
“I... I guess you’re right, Spike,” Twilight said with a sigh, closing the book and standing up, but Spike jumped in front of her waving his claws negatorially, saying,
“But wait, wait, not now! You need to read this. I was coming to wake you up. I just burped up a scroll from the princess herself!”
“Really?” Twilight stated, her eyes snapping to the scroll held still sealed in Spike’s claws. It was sealed with the same seal that her Nightmare Moon correspondence came in, for her eyes only. Something even Spike knew to respect, or else. She warily cracked open the seal, in the way only her magic could do without destroying the message, opened it and began to read her teacher’s elegant hornwriting.
Dear Twilight Sparkle, my most Faithful Student, The guard were able to capture the proprieter who sold Rainbow Dash her ill-fated demonic idol. My top interrogators were unable to extract any useful information out of him, but I managed to have a little bit more luck myself.
“Rare Relic,” said an illustrious marble white princess, as she strode past him, and named this haggard looking salespony. The seedy fellow was stripped of his attire now, and strapped up hanging on the dungeon wall. And Princess Celestia was free of all encumberance, beyond that she had to stand in front of him, and lift up his chin with her riding crop.
“Several minor sentences early in life for sexual abuse, that then all mysteriously ceased, when you found your outlet in the Happyologists,” Celestia recited, regarding him like a piece of meat. “A cult notorious for its involvement in demonic worship, it was disbanded 16 years ago. But I see now it lived on. Sure enough it raises its head again, as the chain of sex stores known as Pandora’s Delights. And here we find you, the sole proprietor of the Trottingham branch, selling a dangerous demonic artifact to a mare and telling her nothing of its dangers.”
“I only ever sell harmless marital aids!” the store pony said plaintively. “You have the wrong pony, I swear—”
“You are going to tell me what the significance of that statue is,” Princess Celestia informed him, touching his chin with the tip of a riding crop, “And you are going to tell me how to banish its effects. Tell me, who do you serve, Rare Relic?”
“Only you, princess! I only serve—”
“Wrong answer,” she said, lightly tapping him on the cheek. “Do you know what I’m going to do to you, if you don’t answer?”
When he didn’t respond, the princess patiently and quietly explained, “The last blow the Nightmare lent was this early summer, and long estrus. This marks the strongest, most intense estrus Equestria has seen in over a hundred years. Mares suffering unrelenting, sweltering heat as they struggle to retain their sanity in such trying times. You could have been such a blessing to them, if only you hadn’t sought to ruin them, and feed us all into the insatiable pit of a demon’s lust.”
“I serve no demons!” the storekeeper pleaded, “Why are you accusing an innocent stallion who has done no wrong!”
“I’m not accusing you,” Celestia said. “I’m explaining to you the consequences of what you have done. Let me teach you something about estrus. Did you know that mares are filled with estrus, by the light of our ever burning sun?”
“Of course I know that, but what are—” he said in a rather irritable tone for a pony who’s been hung up on the wall.
“I’m going to let you in on a little secret,” she whispered to his face. “Of all the mares who experience estrus, one is far closer to the sun than any other. Year after year, summer after summer, she sacrifices her needs, and hardens her will, to bring the ponies a morning that they can fall in love with.”
She cut his bonds with swift lances of her magic, sending the pony falling roughly to the ground. As he crawled to his hooves, Princess Celestia told him, “Until you tell me who you serve, you are going to help me with my estrus. The last stallion to do so lasted two days, before expiring. He could not eat, drink, sleep or rest, only pour himself into my heat. All you have to do is tell me who you serve, and you may live. But otherwise, I’m afraid you’ll find that unlike other mares, in my case...”
She curled her luminescent tail over him, hovering her steaming loins right in front of his face. “... you won’t be able to say no.”
He lasted ten minutes, and then called out for help from a demon known as Baphomet. I managed to gather that it was “too late to stop him” and “his return will throw all of Equestria into glorious lust.” The fellow didn’t even know what ring his master image was from, but I think you can take care of that part.
Twilight, I wish I could offer you more aid, that there was anything under the sun I can do, but despite our earnest effort, disaster is once again on our horizon. The shopkeep seemed to feel that the day of reckoning is imminent, the moment he heard about our collective friend’s unusally swollen belly. You need to find out who Baphomet is, and how to deal with his walking our lands. I fear we may already be too late, but I have faith that this shopkeep’s “too late” is nothing compared to your abilities of insight, cunning, and the unstoppable support of your friends. Nevertheless, you had better assume the demon is already walking among us, and plan accordingly to wipe him off the face of the earth.
Good luck, Twilight.
Princess Celestia
...
Twilight snapped out of her shock induced stupor, and yanked up about three different tomes, peering at them intently searching through them, saying “Baphomet, Baphomet Ba—”
She froze again and flicked an ear, but no disaster struck. “Don’t say his name, gah, rookie mistake,” Twilight grumbled blushing. Too late. It could not be too late. She would not accept that Rainbow Dash could be—if she was the vessel for a higher ring demon, but that would...
Twilight hit the books like the hoof of an angry god.
“Hey, Colorfast~!” came a familiar voice. Derpy flew right into Rainbow Dash’s cloud house, and up into her bedroom, because who locks things anymore, right? Truth be told, it was because Rainbow Dash was freaking massively pregnant and she couldn’t roll herself over to close and lock the door again. She was so embarassed about being like this, and Derpy was even weirder than she usually is because of estrus.
“Oh, selfie, you speed demon,” Derpy said in a very fascinated tone as she fluttered in. She went and hugged up right against Rainbow Dash’s belly, conforming herself to its curves and saying, “Your massive shipment is just so queen of hearts,”
“You like it, huh?” Dash said with a self conscious smile. “Y-you don’t have to like, rub against it though.” She was trying to put on a casual, calm air, but her body was really sensitive right now, and feeling Derpy hugging around that mass of blue made it so Rainbow Dash couldn’t stop feeling like it really was her belly.
“My bad,” Derpy said, backing off, but still rubbing it adoringly with a hoof. “My oven was so full when my Muffin finished,” she said, “But empty skies to your whole bakery!”
“It is kinda impressive, I guess,” Rainbow Dash admitted, “But come on, I don’t even think it’s a pony in there. I’m not really pregnant, just fake pregnant. Not like you.”
Derpy set a basket beside Rainbow Dash, which had a soda bottle and a muffin in it. The soda bottle was full of water, but it was pretty normal to reuse those when you needed an easy way to get a drink. Rainbow Dash managed to get the water, but she couldn’t even touch the muffin. “This thing just doesn’t have me hungry I guess,” she said reluctantly, but Derpy didn’t seem phased by that. She enthusiastically ate the muffin herself, lemon raspberry it looked like. Dash felt a twinge of jealousy at that. She kind of wished she could taste it, even if she couldn’t really swallow solid foods right now.
“What was it like?” she asked Derpy. Dash knew Twilight was going to fix this, and she wasn’t really going to give birth, but she still asked Derpy a little shyly for her tastes, “What was it like, when you... did Dinky?”
Derpy kicked her hooves back while she thought, reclining on the cloud couch she’d pulled in through the wall, eventually saying with some wonder in her voice, “Nonpareil! When Muffin came to me, I was on cloud 9. Star dwellers inhabit my nexus, who’s an egghead!”
“Oh, hey yeah he is a unicorn!” Dash said thoughtfully, “So, did his horn like, hurt or something?”
Derpy shook her head. “Bagpipes kept my waistbasket smooth sailing,” she said, “His head was a teeny carrot at the starting line. What busted my britches was the shortened grammar!”
“Shortened... oh,” Dash realized. “What were those like?”
“Painful muscle cramps,” Derpy stated frankly. “But they also made me a dentist’s delight! Forever and a day. The prequel was a 2 hour long feature film, and then my muffin was a plumber job. My crotch crowned, and it just took forever just to be an inchworm! ”
“Well yeah, I guess you would feel like a tube of toothpaste then,” Dash admitted, “Not that you squished him or anything.”
“New sales are kind of doughy,” Derpy admitted. “My drapes stretched more than its cover, but he was an egg before he was a marble.”
“Really??” Rainbow said in astonishment. “Isn’t it dangerous to squish them like that?”
“Their pirate flag is cookie dough in the morning,” Derpy shrugged. “The voodoo no-do said it was orthogonal.”
“I guess that makes sense...” Rainbow Dash said thoughtfully. “Sounds easier than I thought it was.”
“A-plus to the central support ring,” Derpy said, “I wore my marathon, and ate my wheaties. It was still granite countertops though. The real deal is halving the double whopper, and continuous range fire, even after the amazing pony cannon.”
“But didn’t you make milk at first?” Rainbow asked curiously. “He could eat that for a while, right?”
“Milk is a double edged sword,” Derpy explained. “I had to three pies to whet his whistle, but only two pies for dinner.”
Rainbow Dash nodded at that thoughtfully. They were silent for a while, until a moan came from Derpy, “Oh, I miss my Muffin!”
“He’s caught in this estrus too, huh?” Rainbow said sympathetically. “His first year?”
“It was cream gravy after the starting flag,” Derpy said with a curious intensity to her voice. “But then a cutie bait opened his bottom eyes. He poured it in me, and thought I was a warm belly to him. He was monkeys to me. My wings fell off and I flew into the storm. He didn’t want muffinception and I wanted to stand up and present grownups to class to him!”
“Woah. Really?” Dash said uneasily. “He didn’t actually... you know, muffinception?”
“I was the first dime,” Derpy admitted guiltily. “He sowed my field, but my pilot light didn’t go out, and then he was a self made mare.”
“I mean... not-mare,” Derpy corrected herself, huffing in frustration, “I mean—”
“No, I get it,” Rainbow Dash said appeasingly. “He seems like a pretty smart kid.”
“Underwear betting, Colorfast,” Derpy said emphatically, along with a few muffled squeaks where she lay there on the other side of Rainbow Dash’s big freaking belly. “He’s my shining star! My spring bunny...”
“Y’know, I’m sorry about earlier,” Rainbow Dash said to the grey walleyed pegasus, “It isn’t so bad hanging out with you after all. I thought you wouldn’t have anything in common with me anymore, but here you are talking the same after all these years. I... I know I really screwed up here, and it’s really nice of you to help me out, when I need it. Um... after this is all over, if you ever get an uh, ovenful again, I’ll be happy to hang out with you, if you know, you don’t have such an easy time moving around.”
“Two batches is the breaking point,” Derpy said tensely, “But I want his baby batter to beachball me. His stocking could be stuffed with doves. I could show him his treasure safe in my cargo bay!”
“He... you did send him off somewhere, right?” Rainbow Dash said uneasily. “Doesn’t sound like you really want to be in the same room with him, and your estrus.”
“Self... made mare,” Derpy repeated in a tense voice. “My little muffin houdini. I want to keep the truffle pigs in my thought box, but... but I want him to sweep the walls with his tail, and I’d... I’d make his mouth my couch and he’d have to flood my estuary!”
“Derpy, what are you doing?” Dash asked the incensed pegasus, trying to look around her own belly. Was she—Derpy cried out in passion. She was! Derpy was freaking masturbating right in front of Rainbow Dash. Relatively speaking. Dash wanted to see this! She wasn’t all... forgetty now, so she could enjoy at least watching her friend get off, even if Dash wasn’t in a position to participate right now.
“Look, I don’t care if you need to let off some steam,” Rainbow Dash said tentatively, “But at least let me see ya do it. I can’t even reach myself like this!”
Derpy stumbled up, and slunk into Dash’s view. Her mane was covering her eyes, and her forehoof was slid right between her legs, sliding hungrily against her dripping snatch. “But Dinky...” she said emotionally, “Muffin squared is red rings.”
“Doesn’t mean you can’t think about it,” Dash countered, wiggling, and breathing a little harder herself, at the sight of that gloriously horny grey pegasus. If not for her eye impairment, Derpy would be a dynamite racer, and she had the figure to back it up. And that was after she had a foal! “Dinky’s not here, so you can want him all you want. C’mon, tell me what you want to do with him!”
“He almost doubled my cartload,” Derpy moaned steamily, looking forward... half forward at Rainbow Dash with her golden eyes. “He did it! I was his ice cream, jelly beans and chocolate combined!”
“Your own colt, that is so wicked,” Rainbow said to the hapless mare. “He just jumped on you and had his way, huh?”
“I... had to kick at the sun,” Derpy said mutedly, quivering as her estrus flooded through her thoughts with every stroke of her hoof. “Still a... dinky muffin...”
“Well, lay on your back then,” Dash said, thoroughly aroused at this point, and kind of freaking out from her inability to do anything about it. “Show me how he did it to you.”
Derpy did, and her wings spread as she lay back, crying out. Rainbow tried to imagine her little unicorn son, there where her hoof is, thrusting himself into her, helpless to do anything else. Great Celestia, but that was hot. He’d be putty in her hooves!
And of course, just in time, the more Derpy stroked herself to completion, the more Rainbow Dash’s huge abdomen twinged and tingled, and rippled.
“Okay, okay, yes. Yes! Stone statue, his symbolic phallus, engraved with... yes!” Twilight declared, reading hastily about the summoning ritual. Thankfully she didn’t have to recreate it, only analyze it for weak points. “Okay, okay so it can only affect a wanton mare, with a fatherless foal out of wedlock. It will d—destroy the foal,” Twilight gulped, desperately hoping it didn’t extend to the mother, “And fill her with the hunger to feed Bapho...His conception. Okay, yes, transform her to incubate the... yes, and there’s the part about the orgy. Aha!”
Twilight snapped her head up, “It says right here, that once the demon rests within, her womb will forever imprison him unless a wanton mare (what is it with the wanton mares in this) achieves her culmination there before the vessel, through her own lust alone. So all we have to do is keep Rainbow Dash from being around any mares with estrus and—”
Twilight’s horn embedded itself in the desk, right above the book she was reading. “Oh... no...” she moaned into the desk.
“Derpy, something’s happening!” Dash shouted, or she tried to shout, but she barely got past “something” before an intense clenching overwhelmed her, and her abdomen distorted bizarrely before her eyes. It wasn’t cramping, that was totally inaccurate. Cramping is an impotent feeling, when your muscle seizes up and can’t move. This? Everything was moving. Muscles she didn’t even know she had were clenching so hard, and she couldn’t stop!
Actually, considering how pregnant she got, it’s not crazy to suggest that she grew some new muscles that she literally never had. This was anything but normal, what her body was doing right now.
So when Dash squeaked out, “Derpy, something’s—” Derpy’s answer was tossing her head senselessly, moaning out,
“Cherry muffin, fill the milkmaid with your pillar of destiny! She’s a moaning chasm of broken dams! She’s wrapping your cumulus in hot, buttery, esoteric butterflies!”
“Pl—please...” Dash gasped out, reaching for Derpy even as her whole abdomen groaned like a creaking bridge. Then Rainbow Dash felt it. An immense, insane pressure between her legs. She couldn’t give birth to this. It would tear her apart! She fought to hold it in, to clench shut, or—or something! But she just tingled so much that she flopped back and spread her legs, feeling more like taffy than a pony. And then her abdomen was iron again, pushing and pushing, compressing Dash down like a tube of toothpaste, just like Derpy said, but... but insane!
Derpy bucked into the air cumming her brains out, and Dash could hardly pay attention. She couldn’t look away from Derpy because she couldn’t move anything besides her—her womb clenching it down frantically, hungrily, desperately, fearfully. She felt her cunt break open wide some sort of freaking bowling ball shoved into it, but from inside. Dash’s whole passage was strained to its limit, then jerked, and then spread even wider. She couldn’t give birth! She couldn’t!
With a keening wail from Rainbow Dash, her nether lips, grown huge along with her belly, spread wide like flushed curtains, and she squeezed and—and something slid through them. It slid out of her, and even the tiny bit of relief of pressure made her frantic for more. She pushed and pushed and huffed and pushed more and more out of her. Get out, get out, get out! And then with a terrific sloshing splash, some hulking, misshapen thing dropped out of her, leaving Rainbow Dash feeling like nothing but a floppy, discarded shell. She took a breath, took another breath, and on her third breath, Rainbow Dash finally managed to scream at the top of her lungs.
That drew Derpy’s attention right away, the quivering pegasus stumbling over to her, still caught in a sweet orgasm. “Colorfast!?” she shouted dazedly, “Waffle iron! Kirk to Enterprise! Chicken soup!”
“I’m...”
Rainbow Dash blinked sleepily and a silly grin slid on her face. She felt... good? It was all gone! Her belly was all gone! “I’m ffine,” she slurred, looking down to her lower body. To Dash’s shock the clouds weren’t soaked with blood, or anything horrinasty like that. She was just... flat, like a spread out pancake. And with every twinge her body seemed to be... shrinking up? Dash tried flexing... those muscles, and it seemed to accelerate. It was like pulling a drawstring. Before Rainbow and Derpy’s eyes, the pegasus managed to pull herself together, shrinking up and smoothing out. Her pelvis gave a satisfying crack as she worked her legs out, staring in open astonishment at what was swiftly becoming Rainbow Dash’s old, familiar, sleek belly.
“D...did I just give birth?” she asked in honest skepticism.
“Boiling eyeballs,” Derpy said apologetically.
“That took like... ten seconds!” Dash exclaimed. “I feel... I feel fine! Better than fine!” Rainbow Dash stood in front of Derpy on four sleek blue hooves, with a look of complete astonishment on her face. “That... that didn’t count as birth, did it?” Dash asked Derpy cluelessly.
“Technical manuals,” Derpy said skeptically, “But no lazy Susans for me, and flight school graduation.”
“O...okay,” Dash said shakily, grunting as she sucked in her... as she literally sucked in her gut. “This magic pregnancy isn’t so bad I guess,” she said, lifting a leg to look under it critically. She seemed... perfectly fine down there. Dash looked around, saying, “Where’s the foal?”
Derpy looked confused herself then, and looked where Dash had been laying. Then Derpy’s pupils narrowed, thankfully both at the same time. She pointed at the floor of Rainbow Dash’s cloud house, and looking at Dash said in a shaken tone,
“Earth pony.”
A thunderous roar bellowed up through the floor, from down on the ground, far below the two of them.