Tier 3+ Bonus Stories 📜 3 Preg Story Commissions (Patreon)

Hey guys, 🌹Rose here! Have a bonus post today with three stories I've been commissioned with! First one is a little teasy, second flavored with labor and fear, and the third is fluffy! Hope you enjoy, and thanks to everyone who's commissioning me!


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Way To Many Measurements
Commissioned by ZeMank

Contents: Applejack/Rarity (MLP), w/w, pregnancy (fpreg), teasing

Story written by RoseVirage

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“Ya realize that this dress won’t fit for long, right, sugarcube?” Applejack asked while looking for her shirt to put on again.

“Why, yes, darling,” Rarity answered cheerfully, writing down the newly acquired numbers on her notepad.

“Ah mean… not even like a week. These squirmin’ little fellas are still growin’ like crazy.”

“I know, my love.”

“And then Ah’ll be all slim as a washboard again.”

“Only for a short while,” Rarity noted impishly.

The tall, very full farmer froze and stared at her.

“Is … is that ya way of tellin’ meh that ya want even more kids?”

Rarity didn’t answer, as she sometimes did when she was in the mood for some teasing, and instead put back all of her utensils neatly in their designated place.

“Ah swear, sometimes Ah question why Ah got together with ya in the first place.”

“Because you adore me. Think of me when you can’t sleep. Love the way I scold you.”

Applejack went silent, her cheeks turning a little more red than before. Rarity was right, of course. But she didn’t have to put it … this strongly.

“Don’t put your shirt back on, darling,” Rarity commanded in a sweet tone without looking up from her work. “I’m not done with you yet.”

“Ah beg ye pardon? Ya took measurements of every little detail, what else is there to do?”

Rarity didn’t answer immediately; Instead she calmly wrote down some last things - maybe a little slower than usual - then put down her glasses and turned around.

Applejack shuddered in the light of her natural, soft and friendly dominance. Rarity’s eyes spoke volumes. She knew that look.

When Rarity stepped closer, she started to caress that massively protruded curve of Applejack, then gently lifting the whole belly.

“Oh, Ah understand. Ya only doing this so you can check out mah body as often as possible.”

“Look at you, darling, being smart sometimes.”

Applejack made a grumpy sound, and when she was about to answer got blindsided with a kiss as sweet as cherries.

Oh well. She might as well just give in and enjoy it.

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About to Burst
Commissioned by Roji

Contents: Ripley/Call (Alien), pregnancy (fpreg, alien), fear of bursting

Story written by RoseVirage

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“I don’t - I’m not - I …. oh, god”, Call stammered in a fashion untypical for an android like her. It was the first time Ripley saw her like that. It should make her worried, and some small part of her actually was; The part she worked hard for not to burn out by mistake, so she actually listened to it closely. But a bigger, much more feral and raw part of her reacted differently. It excited her, aroused her, looking at her mate filled up with life, ready to burst. She was afraid. Ripley's spawn, her sweet child, was so powerful that it could evoke such actual fear in its synthetical mother.

Ripley gently stroked over Call’s back while watching the intense motions inside her overdue belly with anticipation, subconsciously feeling up her own middle that was just beginning to swell up, too.

“Ripley - I … Ahh … I shouldn’t have agreed to that, it will destroy me -”

“She won’t.”, Ripley interjected in a calm, but confident tone.

Calls tried to touch her swollen and violently moving belly, but her fingers cramped up. Her fine motor skills started to fail.

“No, no, Ripley, you don’t understand - you don’t feel it, it’s… it’s trying to burst my skin open, it’s not just anxiety talk -”

“She won’t.”, Ripley repeated, this time even more gently.

“How can you be so sure?”

The alien hybrid carefully put a hand on the android's belly, caressing it. “She will understand who you are. That both her and I need you. She’ll eventually find her way out without damaging you. You are precious to us.”

“But … b-but I feel like it already did -”, Call remarked with a shaky voice.

Ripley kissed her. Deep and with an almost eary serenity. That kind that showed great authority; but was also displayed by predators who knew with absolute certainty that there wasn’t a single gleam of hope left for their prey.

For whatever reason - either because it actually calmed her mate down, or assured her that there was no point in fighting anymore - it actually relaxed Call.

“That’s it. Good. You’ll birth my child. Our child. You’ll survive it. And you will want to do it again and again, you will see.”

A moan escaped Call's mouth; full of fear, anticipation, and maybe, if Ripley wasn’t mistaken, a little bit of lust.

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The Magic Hat
Commissioned by Tyrzu1

Contents: OCs, pregnancy (fpreg)

Story written by RoseVirage

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Aileana stared at the allagan artifact she obtained. It didn’t look like much - just a simple, dapper shaped hat - but she knew it could do so many things. She absent-mindedly stroked the expansive curve of her middle, full of child, while contemplating.

The legend of the hat said that it would give you the thing you needed the most, though not necessarily the things you desire. What a strange legend. Wasn’t that both the same thing, eventually?

So Aileana just had to make sure she desired - or needed - something really bad before grabbing inside the hat. There were so many possibilities! Treasures, gil, endless supplies of food, fantastic clothing, weapons made for kings and queens; How could she choose?

In the end, gil would be the most convenient wish. The thing she needed the most. And desired the most, right? So Aileana focused on that.

“Give me what I need the most”, she whispered, while grabbing in the hat.

But it wasn’t cold metal coins her fingers touched. It was hair. Then soft ears, then skin.

After only few heartbeats of confusion, the Miqo'te understood and smiled. She wrapped her arms around the presented body and pulled, bringing a surprised looking Viera to light.

C’ran.

Aileana’s heart overflowed with joy. The artifact has not only provided her a gift; but also clarity about her feelings, about what she needed.

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If you're interested in a story commission yourself, you can always order them during our livestreams! More info about pricing here. I usually write them as an add on to Schpog's pictures, but I can also write them own it's own or as add on to somebody's else pictures.

Hope you enjoyed it!

🌹Rose (Glasmond)

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