Prompt - https://www.derpibooru.org/1441245 / https://www.derpibooru.org/1441219 / a very silly conversation
Daybreaker is in early labor. Things get hot. Very, very hot. Smouldering, you might say.
 
Tags - NSFW, Large Pregnancy, Early Labor, Masturbation, Messy Eating, Destruction, Ragnaros Faps To This
 
Daybreaker lounged on her throne, indulging herself from a plate stacked high with thick, delicious pancakes. Crumbs and flecks of maple syrup liberally speckled her muzzle and chest, the sounds of her gluttonous feasting echoing up and down the cavernous throne room. The blazing alicorn chewed and swallowed indolently, revelling in each decadent bite without a care in the world. After all, who would oppose her? Who would have the gall to look down on Equestria's mighty ruler for not adhering to frivolous ettiquette? She paused in her gorging to let out a tremendous sulphuric belch, and patted her stomach with a grin of smug self-satisfaction. Her cooking always tasted so much better than it once had, back before she'd given in to the simple pleasure of keeping it all to herself.
 
Her belly tightened a little, sending little ripples of sensation throughout her body, as if to promptly remind her that such a thought wasn't *technically* true any more. The temperature of the room spiked by a few degrees, the air growing hazy for several seconds before gradually returning to normal. Daybreaker purred softly under her breath, resting her forehooves on the tremendous ivory orb of her midsection and rubbing it gently, trying to soothe the pangs of early labor before they returned in full force. "Soon, my darlings. Very soon."
 
Daybreaker quickly returned to her pancakes, using her magic to guide heaped, messy forkloads into her mouth while she set about admiring the great, firm orb that dominated her lap. Again that smile of satisfaction graced her lips, her hooves wandering across the tightly-stretched and sensitive skin that surrounded her teeming womb. Celestia, her pale predecessor, had already been worshipped by her subjects as a symbol of motherhood. They'd looked up to her as a warm, loving, soft-hearted idol. The sort that you could snuggle up against and tell your troubles to while she hugged your worries away. Daybreaker chuckled to herself at that thought. Then her grin spread wider and she broke into full-throated laughter of complete and utter amusement, head thrown back and hind legs wiggling either side of her glorious gravidity.
 
If only those pathetic fools could see her now! As if they were even worthy of the privilege! Seated upon the throne, packed to the brim with three very healthy and very large foals, glorious and incandescent; demolishing breakfast treats by the dozen without a care or duty in the world! Her laugh trailed off into a low and guttural purr as her muscles once again began to move on their own - tightening, contracting, preparing themselves. It felt so good - to be so gravid, so potent with energy and potential. Life and flame alike, joined together in a beautiful, blazing crucible. Sweat rose from her pores only to evaporate instantly, her flaring power irresistable. The hanging banners lining the great gilded hall fluttered in the rising heat, then burst completely into flame. The regal carpet shrank back, crinkling and burning away. The fountains surrounding her throne sizzled and seethed, wreathing the pregnant princess in a cloak of steam.
 
Daybreaker revelled in it all.
 
Once the latest contraction had faded, she quickly polished off her pancakes and adjusted herself, making sure that her place on the royal throne was maximally comfortable with no regard for grace or decency. Her hooves once again found their way to the upper surface of her teeming belly, rubbing and teasing with staunch enthusiasm. The surface of her taut skin shifted, deforming slightly with internal movement as her restless foals responded to her obvious excitement. But revelling in her size - her fullness - her sheer and vast fecundity - simply wasn't enough. Her horn lit in brilliant red, tendrils of magic seeking out the deliciously sensitive and swollen places between her hinds. No less abundant than the rest of her, of course. No less deserving of an eternity's adoration. She cupped her fattened, bulging teats before turning her attention downwards, plunging into the burning depths of her marehood without even thinking, moaning deeply as the telekinetic force spread her wide and filled her needy depths right to the brim. She withdrew slowly, teasing herself, and then slammed right back in again with a howl of lust. The thought that she'd be spread much, much wider before long only added to her ecstacy.
 
"You're so beautiful," Daybreaker crooned, to herself as well as to the foals stirring in her womb.  She thrust her magic into herself after every word, her voice shaking and eyes rolling back as she made every effort to simply overload her own senses, paying no mind to the slick, sticky mess she was making of her throne dais. "Look at you. Immortal, incincible. Heir to the power of the sun itself." She hugged her womb tight, radiating heady glee with a smile that only a shark could hope to match. "Inheritors of so much. Such. Glorious. Power!"
 
Another contraction blazed through her body and she shrieked in delight, every muscle drawing hard and firm, legs twitching fitfully. "Yesssss..." she hissed, steaming and burning with pleasure and energy alike. The throne room itself seemed to swell with roaring, unnatural heat, as if consumed by an invisible inferno. Finely-carved stones blackened and cracked, braziers creaked and warped, trapped within the autoclave fuelled by Daybreaker's birth pangs. The plate that had held her pancakes became part of the floor. At last even the grand stained-glass windows, those everlasting reminders of the great triumphs of harmony (Hah!), began to bubble and melt. Black liquid glass dribbled like magma, thick fingers of it spreading across the floor of the grand hall and out into the gardens beyond.
 
At last, and with a great trembling roar of release and satisfaction, Daybreaker slumped back in her throne. Her tongue lolled gently from her muzzle as her chest heaved with long, deep breaths. As she collected her strength with deliberate and lazy slowness, she could do nothing but gaze lovingly upon her brimming womb.
 
Soon. Oh, yes. Very, very soon...