Tempest's Teasing Timeout
 
Prompt - https://www.derpibooru.org/1541141
Anon meets a certain reformed villain, and finds that settling down to start a family hasn't dampened her attitude.
 
Tags - Anon/Anthro Tempest Shadow, NSFW, 2nd Person, Large Pregnancy, HiE, Teasing
 
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You are Anon, and you're in Equestria. Why? Who knows? More importantly, who cares? It's a beautiful spring day. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and you're relaxing on one of Ponyville's various public benches watching the of colourful horse people go about their day. It's one of those alternate realities where all the ponies walk on two legs and have hands and wear clothes and all that, but practice tells you it's probably better not to think about that too hard. Most of them seem busy or cautious enough to give you a wide berth, so you've got plenty of space all to yourself.
 
You find your attention drawn to a mare heading down the path in your direction at a steady jog, sweating so hard that the sunlight actually glints off her plum-coloured fur and almost makes you avert your eyes. And no wonder - she's carrying a rotund tummy that makes her look like she should be lying in bed at the maternity ward, not running track in a sports bra and spandex shorts. Actually, as she draws closer she becomes easy to recognise. Stern eyes, well-muscled and obviously fit, little broken stub of a horn - even a few scars. You don't see those on ponies very often.
 
Tempest Shadow, former commander of the Storm King's personal army and scourge of the southern skies. The mare who conquered Canterlot, drove the entire hippogriff species into hiding, and single-handedly defeated Princess Celestia. You'd heard something about her reforming, becoming some kind of ambassador and settling down as good friends with Princess Twilight, but that's starting to look like the understatement of the century.
 
Just as it looks like she's going to amble on past, Tempest lets out a low breath and purposefully sits down on the opposite end of the bench. She's been pushing herself hard; you can almost feel the heat radiating off her body. She leans back, breathing deeply as she drapes one arm over the backboard and takes the towel from around her neck with the other to dry herself. The purple pony doesn't even seem to notice you're there, dabbing at her slick forehead as she eases into a casual slouch with her legs wide. She's tall and lanky, easily a full head over you. Her bare, lap-filling belly aggressively competes with her brawny thighs for space, perspiration rolling down it in thin streams. That tummy's not the only part of her staking a claim on the open air, either. Her sports bra might have been modest six months ago, but right now it's riding up so high that it might as well be a sweatband with straps.
 
She moves the towel down to the rotund swell of her midsection, gently wiping away at it. Casually, as if you're only worth a moment's notice, she glances in your direction with a judgmental tilt of her head. "Yeah, yeah. People stare a lot. Yes, they're Twilight's. You wouldn't be the first to ask."
 
That little voice of self-restraint at the back of your head is telling you that getting a raging boner in a public park is a very bad idea. The only thing worse is getting one right in front of a woman that could probably break half your bones without much trouble, ready to pop or not.
 
Either way, Tempest notices you fidgeting. She lets out a short laugh, casually fanning herself as she shifts her weight towards the center of the bench. "Like what you see, huh?" Without warning her hand shoots out and grabs your wrist with suprising strength, that shy smile morphs into a devious little grin, and she presses your palm against the surface of her gravid middle. It's rock hard and porcelain-smooth under the thin, sweat-slicked fur. She's packed tight, her womb the size of an exercise ball and firm as a drum. A slow stream of perspiration still keeps on dripping from the tip of her protruding belly button.
 
Boner, no! She's doing this on purpose! She's not a reformed villain! She's pure evil! You're in public! Think of the children! Wait, no - don't think of the children! That's how we got into this mess in the first place!
 
"We didn't count on alicorn fertility," she explains, that smile growing with dark satisfaction as she takes in your expression, "so there's three in here." There's a strong, sudden little ripple of motion somewhere beneath your fingers. "Getting pretty big, huh?" she asks after a brief pause, letting a little fragile pride sneak into her otherwise tough and self-assured voice. Her eyes stray downward for an instant - she's not just talking to you any more.
 
It takes a second for you to muster your thoughts for an answer, which is all Tempest needs to put her serious face back on and stand back up, out of your reach. She lifts her arms above her head and stretches luxuriantly, all confidence and sass, and now you *know* she's teasing you. Your pants tighten; that amount of underboob doesn't appear by accident. You cross your legs as she carries on limbering up, watching you squirm with the tiniest of smirks.
 
"Well, can't slack off on my routine," Tempest says, looping the damp towel back around her neck with a wet slap. "Twi gets antsy if I'm out of her sight for too long. Later, stranger." She gives you a knowing little wink, and with that she takes off jogging again, quickly building up to a respectable pace and looping back around towards the My Little Eyesore Crystal Castle Playset in the distance without looking back.
 
Great - now you're the one sweating buckets. You're curled halfway into a ball trying your damnedest not to get arrested for public indecency.  Meanwhile, Tempest's probably off to have crazy magical lesbian pregnant sex with the princess. All toned and sweaty and brash while she- BONER NO