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>It's been several moons since you discovered you were going to be a mother
>The whole situation still seems surreal to you, almost impossible to believe
>Yet, the evidence is right there every time you look beneath yourself or into a mirror
>Your now-rotund belly rests gently against the grass by the side of the creek as you lay down, watching the ducks
>Butterscotch sits beside you, the feathers of his right wing laying tenderly upon your back
>His left hoof rests atop a now-empty bag of bird feed as he gazes idly at the pond's shore
>Ducks have emerged from the water to peck at the series of feed mounds left for them by their butter-hued caretakers
>Smiling at this adorable scene, you snuggle into Butterscotch's side, gazing up at him
>Silently, he looks down into your eyes in response, his wing shifting to gently graze your spine
"Thank you for helping me feed the birds today, Butters."
>"Not a problem at all." He cranes his neck towards you, blushing slightly
>Thinking he's going for a kiss, you close your eyes, doing likewise
>However, instead of the moistness of his lips and tongue, you're greeted with the sensation of something dry, warm and firm rubbing against your nose
>Cracking your eyes open slightly, you see that Butterscotch is giving you an eskimo kiss
>Doing your best to mask your disappointment, you play along, rubbing your muzzle gently against his
>Pulling away, the two of you turn your attention back to the pond
>For a while, neither of you say anything
>Slowly, however, you begin to feel something strange welling up within you from the back of your mind
>Frustration? Shame? Fear?
>You can't quite put your hoof on it
>Unable to vent effectively, you grumble quietly to yourself as some of the ducks, having had their fill, begin their trek back to the water
>"Huh?" Butterscotch looks down at you again. "Is something wrong?"
>You think for a moment, trying but failing to find a way to articulate your concerns
"No, I... I'm fine."

>Butterscotch stares at you for a moment, squinting as a small frown forms on his lips. "Please tell me." Gingerly, he touches one of his fore-hooves to yours. "I want to help you."
>You sigh deeply, trying to clear your head
"Okay."
>Pausing, you think about everything that's started to get you down over the last couple of months
>They all mostly seemed like little things at the time
>Maybe you even imagined half of them, or let your mind blow them out of proportion
>Regardless, they have started to stack up in your head, pointing to a certain unhappy conclusion
"Butterscotch, am... am I ugly?"
>Your lover's eyes go wide as his mouth hangs open for a moment
>"No... no, Flutters, of course not!" He moves his face in again, laying a quick, yet sweet kiss on your lips. "You're the most beautiful mare in Equestria," he adds, his tone sincere
"R-really?"
>You feel your heart soar for an instant before your doubts bring it crashing back down 
>Your expression becomes dour as your eyes shift away from Butterscotch's face
"But... The way you look at me now..."
>Your partner leans over, listening intently to you
"And how you don't even want to touch me sometimes..."
>"Oh..."
>Butterscotch sighs, shifting his wing up to your mane to run a flight feather through your hair
>"It's not because you're ugly," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm just... afraid."
"Afraid?"
>You look back to Butterscotch, hurt
>"I... uh, I mean..."
>He stumbles over his words as he sees the tears beginning to build in your eyes
>"I'm... afraid of hurting you, I mean," he explains. "And the baby."
>Gulping hard, he shuts his eyes before continuing
>"Every day I wake up and see you there next to me, I just... I want to hold you tight. Caress you." A blush grows on Butterscotch's face as he speaks. "Do... stuff."
>Letting out a quiet groan, he opens his eyes again, looking directly into yours
>"But I'm just so afraid I'll..."

"Oh, Butters."
>You lean in to kiss Butterscotch on the lips, trying to soothe his troubled mind
"I think I understand. But, um... I'm not made of eggshells."
>You snuggle into Butterscotch's side to emphasise the point
"We can still do that stuff, if you want."
>You feel Butterscotch's wing press down on your back slightly in response. "A-are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
>Nodding, you manage a soft smile in his direction
"I just think you need to be a bit careful, is all. Not -too- careful, just, um..."
>Butterscotch's wing begins to rub the upper reaches of your back in gentle strokes as you trail off. "Well, maybe."
>A few more moments of silence pass by as the two of you turn your eyes back to the lake
>You take the opportunity to think this whole situation over
>Is Butterscotch being honest?
>Or is he just saying these things to make you feel better?
>He's never lied to you before; really, you have no reason to doubt him
>Yet, as you think back to your reflection in the mirror this morning, you remember how alien your body seems now
>Between your swollen teats, your bulging belly and the extra fat and weight slowly building up elsewhere, you no longer saw the body of the mare Butterscotch fell in love with looking back at you
>How could you possibly be the most beautiful mare in Equestria?
>As you continue to stew in self-contemplation, Butterscotch watches as the last duck finishes off its feed pile
>You feel his wing leave your withers as he folds it back into place
>Stretching his hooves out, he slowly rises to a standing position
>"We should head back," he suggests, offering a hoof to help you up. "It's gonna be dark soon."
"Okay..."
>You lock your own foreleg with his, straining as he helps you to your hooves
>Taking a moment to gain your bearings, you sidle up to Butterscotch, leaning into him as the two of you begin your trip back home

===

>Back at home, you climb onto the couch, delicately lowering yourself upon the cushions
>Silently, you get yourself comfortable as Butterscotch trots off to the kitchen, putting the kettle on
>He pokes his head around the corner to look at you. "Would you like some tea?"
>You merely nod at him in response, too lost in your own thoughts to speak up
>He retreats soon after, a cacophony of clattering plates, boiling water and jostling jars filling the air
>After a few minutes, he emerges
>In his teeth, he carries a platter with two teacups and a few cookies balanced precariously on it
>Gently, he sets the plate down, not spilling a single drop
>Raising his head from the table, Butterscotch looks up into your blank, unfocused eyes
>"Are you okay," he asks, his tone subdued. "Fluttershy?"
>You shudder briefly as his words jolt you out of your trance
>Taking a breath to collect yourself, you shake your head
"Not really..."
>In response, your lover trots over to the couch, sitting down next to you
>He places his hoof upon your chin, urging you to face him
>Then, without warning, he plunges in for a deep, passionate kiss
>As his lips dance vigorously against your own, his left hoof slips from your chin to your back 
>Meanwhile, his right hoof teases your mane, shifting a few pink strands out of your eyes
>Finally processing the reality of the situation, you throw a hoof around Butterscotch's neck, pressing him firmly against you

>You begin to reciprocate his kisses, timing your movements with his
>Feeling his tongue sliding between your lips and against your front teeth, you open your maw slightly, granting him entry
>His muscle invades further in response, delicately tracing circles upon the surface of your own tongue
>He withdraws soon afterward, allowing you to do the same to him
>As your tongues mingle with one-another, his left hoof delicately traces a path down your side
>Sliding past the side of your belly, his lips break away from yours as he leans forward, his neck now sliding against yours
>Stretching, he slips his hoof underneath you, grazing the nipple of your milk-swollen teat
>A strange sensation runs down into your privates upon his touch, making you flinch involuntarily
>"Oh!" He pulls his hoof away, swift as lightning. "I-I'm sorry. Did I, um... hurt you?"
>You shake your head
"No... It's just..."
>Embarrassed, you struggle to explain yourself
"Don't you, um, think they're weird?"
>Pulling his head back to look at you, Butterscotch smiles softly. "No, of course not."
>He plants a brief, yet sweet kiss upon your lips
>"I love you, Flutters," he adds, leaning forward once more to delicately massage your teat as he whispers into your ear, "just the way you are. And... I always will. No matter what."
>You feel a tear starting to roll down your cheek
"Th...thank you..."

>After a few more moments in his caressing hold, you withdraw your hooves from around him, placing them upon his shoulders
>Gently, you urge him back
>His hooves slip away from your underside as you do so, allowing you to guide his muzzle towards yours for another kiss
>Working with you, he shifts forward, letting his lips meet yours
>You break the kiss a few seconds later, taking a deep breath
"I love you too, Butters."
>You move in for another kiss, this time delicate and soft
>As your lips graze against Butterscotch's, you feel a light, pleasant breeze against your skin
>Cracking your eyes open ever so slightly, you see Butterscotch's wings flapping, scooping and circulating the air towards you
>You melt into his hold as the gentle zephyr caresses your body, your eyes shutting once more
>Blindly, you shift your left hoof from his shoulder to his cheek and temple, stroking him as the two of you continue
>After several minutes, you both finally pull away from one-another
>Gasping a few times, you try to catch your breath
>Butterscotch does likewise as he tucks his wings back in, smiling vacantly at you
>As he takes in another breath through his nose, however, he pauses

>He sniffs the air a few times before looking around behind you
>"Oh... oh my," he murmurs, blinking a few times in surprise
>Curious, you look behind yourself, towards where Butterscotch has fixed his eyes
>Beneath your tail, you can barely make out a moist patch on the cushion near your nethers
>You feel a wave of heat flood your face as your embarrassment builds
>Blushing to the point of near-incandescence, your eyes go narrow as your mouth fails to form any words with which to explain yourself
>"Um..."
>Butterscotch shifts his eyes away from your rear, almost as embarrassed as you
>After a few awkward seconds of silence, he moves his lips to your ear. "Bedroom?"
>You manage a weak nod in response to his whisper, releasing him from the grip of your hooves in the process
"...okay."
>Slowly, you move to get up, careful not to jostle your belly too much
>Halfway towards the stairs, however, you look back to see Butterscotch still on the couch
>He seems to be looking at the now-abandoned, yet still steaming-hot cups of tea on the table
"Um... Are you coming?"
>His gaze shifts to you immediately. "Of course," he replies, nodding. "I'll be right there."
"Okay."

===

>As you clamber onto the bed, you hear Butterscotch enter the room
>"I'm ready now, Flutters," Butterscotch says, taking a few steps towards you. "That is, if you are."
>You nod meekly in response, laying belly-up on the bed
"I'm ready."
>Happily, he leans over you, planting a quick kiss on your lips
>His breath seem warmer than before, smelling distinctly of Earl Grey
>You giggle as he lays a trail of hot kisses down your body, running around your belly and past your teats
>He stops just inches away from your lower entrance
>"Um, Fluttershy?" He looks up at you, his eyes looking tenderly into yours
>You feel your heart flutter under his gaze
"Yes, Butters?"
>"Could you, um..." Butterscotch gestures with his hooves as he tries to explain. "Could you go towards the edge? If you don't mind, I mean..."
>You nod, understanding his meaning
>Quickly, you shuffle yourself towards the side of the bed rear-first
>You prop yourself up into a sitting position whilst letting your hindlegs dangle over the edge
>Butterscotch moves in in response, spreading you out wide
>He stares at your flower for a moment before leaning forward, wrapping his lips around your now-exposed clitoris
>His fiery-hot tongue strokes your slit up and down in tender, yet swift motions
>You feel your legs go weak as he probes your depths, warming your insides as he tastes them
>Quivering, you collapse backwards, content to lay back and let Butterscotch go to work
>His tongue pistons in and out of your passage before withdrawing to run a few rings around your love button
>He repeats the process a few times, his motions becoming deeper and stronger with each pass
>Then, as he goes to penetrate you with his tongue once more, he brings up his right forehoof, placing it beside your nub
>He presses down firmly and begins to rub, shifting your hood back and forth whilst probing you all the while

>Going slowly at first, Butterscotch soon builds up substantial speed
>Between deep probings, he slips in the occasional upward curl with his mouth-muscle, eliciting a squeak of pleasure from you
>After a few more, you feel a familiar fire building in your loins
>Your partner backs off after half a minute, though, teasing you once more with agonizingly slow, gentle motions in your shallows
"Butters... please..."
>As those words reach your lover's ears, he picks up his pace again, double that of before
>He keeps it up for over a full minute, never losing momentum as your orgasm approaches
>With a final swirl around your clitoris, you feel yourself go over the edge
>You shudder uncontrollably as your muscles tense, your back arching as the shockwaves pass through you
>As your orgasm subsides, Butterscotch climbs onto the bed, laying down next to you
>He reaches a hoof across your body, touching your shoulder opposite to him
>Gently, he urges you onto your side
>You oblige, carefully rolling to face him
>His flushed cheeks and sweaty brow testify to his exhaustion
>"Fluttershy," he wheezes, smiling weakly, "did that... feel good?"
"Mm-hmm..."
>You throw your forehooves around him in response, squeezing him tightly
"I love you, Butterscotch."
>Your partner sighs contentedly, cuddling you back. "I love you too," he answers, kissing you on the tip of your nose
>Playfully, you return the gesture, resting a hoof on his cheek as you do so
>You shift your mouth down a little afterwards, sucking upon his lower lip
>He answers by sucking on your top lip, his teeth gently sliding across the surface
>Though his tongue and lips seem to have lost that strange heat from before, you still find yourself melting in this embrace

>After a minute of this, you feel Butterscotch's hoof creeping down your back
>Upon reaching your lumbar region, he stops, pressing down and rubbing the small of your back in tiny circles
>You can't help but let out a tiny, muffled moan into his mouth as he massages you
>At the same time, you begin to feel something poking into the base of your expanded belly
>Slipping a forehoof down there, you confirm your suspicions as to the culprit's identity, folding it back down and away from you
>"Oh," Butterscotch mutters, pulling his face away. "I'm sorry, I-"
"Shh."
>He silences himself at the sound of your voice, gulping
"It's okay."
>Smirking, you raise your leg slightly and direct his shaft towards your lower lips
>You bring your legs together afterwards, pinning him in place as you begin to grind
"How's that?"
>"Nnngh..." Butterscotch shudders as his tip is rubbed between the moistened folds. "Oh, Fluttershy..."
>You continue to shuffle your hindlegs together as Butterscotch's face contorts in pleasure
>Leaning forward, you manage to share a few light kisses with him, the motions of your lips synching with the gyrations of your legs
>Butterscotch's shaft twitches against your nether-lips, its throbbing a desperate cry for release
>You slow down your grinding to an eventual stop as you consider what to do next
"Butters... Did you want to go all the way?"
>He looks into your eyes for a few seconds, thinking. "Okay," he whispers. "But... only if you're sure you'll be okay."
>Smiling, you do your best to reassure him
"I am. I just think, um... we need to use the right position."
>You open your legs at this point,  letting the tip of his shaft slip out of its delicate, moist prison
>"So, um..." He looks your body up and down, hesitant. "How do we do this?"
"Maybe on our sides?"

>The two of you shuffle about as you try to get into position, Butterscotch moving down and around you to help his aim
>You spread your legs again, wider this time, as Butterscotch tries to get into a good position for penetration
>However, no matter how much you shift and stretch, Butterscotch can't quite get the right angle on you, only managing to rub about the outside like before
>Grumbling, he hangs his head. "I'm sorry..."
>You extend your wing, stroking his mane tenderly
"Maybe I could... try being on top?"
>Butterscotch raises an eyebrow, curious. "Maybe..."
>He rolls onto his back, using his right hoof to keep his dong pointed straight-up
>"Like this," he asks, still unsure
"Uh-huh. I think so."
>You slowly get back on your hooves, straddling Butterscotch so that your pussy hovers mere inches from his tip
>Your partner looks down between your legs, his hooves trying to aim his member at a target he can't see through your bulging belly
"Are you ready, Butters?"
>"I think so," Butterscotch answers, looking up at you for a moment before turning his attention southward again. "Just... um, am I in line?"
"Maybe?"
>You steadily lower your hindquarters until you feel a certain something poking you in the clit
"Um... just a little further down, Butters."
>He nods, shifting his hoof slightly. "Okay... Like this?"
>You try lowering yourself again, this time feeling his shaft directly on the rim of your entryway
"Y-yes. That's good."
>You look Butterscotch in the eyes once more, your gaze soft and tender
"Ready?"
>"Mm-hmm," he hums, his breaths short and shallow with anticipation
>Deciding not to make him wait any longer, you force your hindquarters down, allowing his dick to enter you

>Butterscotch's hooves instinctively move from below you up towards your hips, guiding you as you descend
>In unison, you and Butterscotch let out a pair of uncharacteristically deep groans as you fully impale yourself upon him
>As you let yourself settle in for a moment, Butterscotch cranes his neck upward, stealing a smooch from you
>You lightly pinch his bottom lip with yours, trapping him in a lip-lock for a few seconds more before releasing him
>Lying back down, he watches you as you raise your rear back up
>You drop again shortly afterwards, sending another wave of pleasure through the pair of you
>Repeating the process a little more quickly, you feel Butterscotch's hooves starting to assist your movements
>Lifting you on the up-stroke, pulling you in on the down-stroke
>The two of you continue to build speed, your whole bodies beginning to rock back-and-forth with the motion as you start to lose yourselves
>Before long, however, your gut starts to feel strange
>It's almost as if you're becoming motion-sick
>You try to stop and stabilise yourself, fully impaling your nethers upon Butterscotch's shaft
"Butters...? Umm..."
>"Huh?" Your partner relaxes his hooves, putting an end to his 'assistance'. "What's wrong?"
"Maybe we should try a different position. This one..."
>You look away, disappointed with yourself
"It's, um..."
>As you struggle with your words, Butterscotch raises a hoof to your mouth, silencing you
>"It's alright," he assures you. "We can try something else."
"Thank you."
>Cautiously, you raise yourself, unsheathing Butterscotch from your depths
>You lay down next to him immediately after, heaving a sigh
"So, um... Any ideas?"

>Butterscotch scratches his chin, deep in thought
>"What if we did it like before," he suggests, motioning to the side of the bed. "You know, um... on the edge..."
>Smiling, you nod at his suggestion
"Okay."
>As you shuffle over to the bed's side, Butterscotch climbs off the opposite end before trotting around
>You dangle your legs off of the edge, spreading them once more as your partner approaches
>He gives you a brief lick, sending an electric tingle through your body
>Planting his forehooves either side of your belly soon after, his still-erect shaft stands in perfect alignment with you
>Nervously, he looks down into your eyes. "...ready?"
>You merely nod, spreading your legs a little wider as you do so
>"Okay then." He shifts forward, making contact before slipping in smoothly
>He shuffles his forehooves halfway towards your shoulders as he buries himself within you
>Your eyes half-lidded, you stare vacantly at Butterscotch as he maneuvers his hips back and forth in a series of shallow, gentle thrusts
>Gradually, he increases his speed
>Cleverly, he rocks his hips back and forth in such a way as to not shake you around too much
>Though you miss the feeling of his weight upon your body, you still find yourself in a state of utter bliss
>You squirm as he hits all of your sweet spots, the sensations from down below radiating through you and clouding your mind
>He keeps this up for about a minute before slowing down again, teasing your shallows once more with a series of half-thrusts
>Instinctively, you wrap your hindlegs around Butterscotch, drawing him in deep
>Fully-buried, he grinds his hips against you, rubbing his member against your internal walls
>Then, he pulls out almost completely before steadily plunging back in as deeply as he can manage
>He repeats the process a few times, delivering unto you a series of slow, yet deep and intense thrusts

>Though the experience is beyond pleasurable, you don't feel yourself approaching orgasm
>You're not even sure you can, given how little time there's been since your previous climax
>Thinking back to your 'talks', you remember Rarity mentioning that some mares could have multiple orgasms
>You can't remember ever managing such a feat yourself, however
>Still, you don't mind
>The fact that, no matter how ugly you might have felt before, Butterscotch still honestly saw pure beauty in you was reason enough to be glad
>Aside from that, you've already been to Elysium and back once today
>As far as you're concerned, it's Butterscotch's turn now
"Butters...?"
>Your partner slows himself down as he looks up towards you. "Is something wrong?"
>You shake your head, smiling
"Not at all. It's just, um..."
>You pause briefly, thinking about how to word yourself
"Whenever you're ready, you can... cum. If you want."
>You're fairly certain you're blushing at this point
>"Is it alright if I... you know, inside...?"
"Mm-hmm. It's okay."
>Butterscotch's face lights up. "Alright. Um..." Butterscotch shifts his forehooves slightly, altering his position. "I'll go a little harder now, then."

>With that, he begins to thrust into you with renewed vigour
>While he pushes deep with every one, he still manages to keep his balance and avoid leaning forward to squish your belly
>After a few more seconds of this deep, enthusiastic pistoning, he dials his speed and depth back a notch for a moment
>Just as quickly, though, he's back to going in deep and hard, maintaining the pace for almost a whole minute
>He starts to grunt every few thrusts as the strain starts to get to him
>You let out a few squeaks and moans yourself as his shaft pumps in and out of you
>"Flutters," he murmurs, his voice breaking. "I'm gonna cum..."
>Attempting to gaze up into his half-closed eyes, you find them starting to roll backwards into his head
>A moment later, you feel his thrusts slow down and slacken, a warm sensation filling your insides with each of his final movements
>Finally, his hips become still, his shaft still buried inside of you
>As he moves to pull out of you, though, you use your hindlegs to stop him
"Can you, um... stay inside? Just a little longer, please..."
>"Um... sure," Butterscotch says breathlessly, his chest heaving
>He holds still, letting his member shrink within you to the point where it pops out of its own accord
>You feel a drop of his seed leak out afterwards, dripping onto the bedsheets
>Satisfied, you open your legs, letting Butterscotch go free
>He immediately stumbles to his left before allowing himself to collapse onto the bed next to you, belly-down
>Turning his head to the right, he looks up at you, smiling weakly

>"Believe... me... now...?" Though Butterscotch's words are punctuated by his lungs' desperate gasps for air, he nevertheless manages to give you a cheeky grin
>You giggle in response, laying a hoof on his back
"I believe you."
>Catching his breath, he smiles, rolling onto his side before snuggling up next to you
>"I love you, Flutters."
"You too, Butters."
>You interlock your left hoof with his right as you embrace
>Gently, you guide his hoof towards your belly, urging it towards the middle of your bulge before letting it rest there
>Looking downward at his hoof, Butterscotch hums softly as he traces delicate rings on your belly
>"Have any name ideas, Fluttershy," he asks, looking back up to you
"Um... Posey? Posey sounds nice, I think."
>Butterscotch nods in agreement. "It does. But..." He tilts his head, puzzled. "Isn't that more of an earth pony name?"
"Yes, but, um... Twilight's tests said we might have an earth pony."

>"Oh, right." Butterscotch hangs his head, mildly frustrated with himself. "How did I forget about that...?"
>You're fairly certain he would be facehoofing right now if not for his right foreleg being pinned to your belly at the moment
>"Well, Posey is good for an earth filly," he reasons. "But what if it's a colt, or a pegasus? How about Amberwing?"
>You smile, gazing back down at your unborn child
"Amberwing... Little Amberwing..."
>You sigh contentedly, closing your eyes
"That would be lovely."
>Opening your eyes again, you look back to Butterscotch
"Oh, but... what about Sundowner?"
>Your lover purses his lips. "I don't know," he answers, uncertain. "It sounds too... tough?"
"Maybe we'll have a tough little colt? You never know..."
>Butterscotch looks down at your belly for a few seconds before meeting your eyes once more. "Well, maybe."
>Though the two of you continue throwing foal names back and forth, you can't bring yourselves to agree on any of them just yet
>Still, you're not worried
>After all, you have a few moons left to figure this out
>And you have all the time in the world with Butterscotch to get everything else right, too
>Don't you?