Art by Julis-Rocks

This is another idea that Ive been making ideas for quite a while. I realixe I haven't exactly don’t much MLP content, and I’m looking to change that. Enjoy this little prelude!
————————-—

“Oog…why do I get myself into such messes..“

These soft curses were muttered softly from the lips of one Tempest Shadow. Truly, the purple unicorn truly had no other words to describe her situation. She certainly had words to describe how she currently felt.

Fat.

Bloated.

Slow.

Hungry.

Scared.

Ever since she found that ancient temple in the desert and spoke to that bright light, everything was just one upheaval after another. Her once prized and athletic body has swollen out at a much quicker rate than most ponies would be used to. Her joins and back ached. Her belly ebbed with extra mass, pressure, and whatever in Celestia’s name had rooted itself within her.

First she takes the old deity’s deal. It was vague and unclear as one would suspect. The thing wanted to live with others rather than exist an an unworshipped god. All Tempest had to do was be its mother, and she’d have her horn yet. After saying yes, the unicorn was lifted by tendrils into the light, and felt something force its way into her until passing out. After that, she awoke and could only leave and wait for something to happen since her horn wasn’t back yet.

Three months later, and her she was. Whatever entered her body was using it to grow itself. It grew fast, a little each day. Much faster and much bigger than a typical pony pregnancy. Because as Tempest could feel in her bones, this was no pony. She was big enough to be carrying triplets, yet when she felt movement, she felt one big mass sift and push about. It didn’t feel like one of her own kind. There was something else growing inside the deep confines of her belly. Something that made her hungrier than she’d ever felt. It demanded to be fed, and Tempest on the trip home fed upon berries, all the way up to fish to try and satisfy the deep rumbles that would routinely shake through her wider frame. When she walked now, she couldn’t sprint if she tried, she merely waddled slowly with as much grace as she could muster, feeling her barrel of a belly sway from each side like a plump and purple pendulum.

Uncertain now of what would become of herself in such a warped and weighed down state of being, the broken unicorn only had one thing to turn to in her hour of crisis. A friend. Now that she was arriving in the vast town, she only had one objective as she huffed and puffed softly, trying to hold her head high as she slowly waddled past staring ponies. She had to find Twilight Sparkle.

Only she could find out how to her whole from here. Both horn and waistline.

Only she could save her again…..