#rapidpreg

[cts-ryu-writing-desk]

The Last Magic In the World

Here is a little bit of a break from my usual smutty writings and working on something a little more whimsical. I have wanted to do something like this with a unicorn for a while now. I didn't know how I wanted to work on it this one came pretty close.

Hope you guys enjoy this one!

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The world was once a magical place. Great mages channeled the energies of the land through them to enforce their will over the natural law. Yet over a thousand years ago, the magic faded from memory. Now in the isolated kingdom of Silvaros dwelled the last the world knew of great mages. Their magic never died out.

But now was the time for an ancient ritual. It was to be carried out in an enchanted forest with the border of the castle's land. The forest was dense with a magical miasma turning wayward invaders and trespassers away. Only once every eighty years did the miasma fade for their ritual to commence. The mages ventured deeper into the forest, the key to their ritual - the vibrant and lovely Princess Filianore.

Princess Filianore was led into the boundary of the forest she was always told never to cross. She was dressed in a beautiful white gown, large and flowing she felt out of place amongst the tatter robes and tarnished armor of her entourage. She was led under the guidance of two of the palace's mages, followed by only one knight to protect them. Tension crackled in the air. Though the sun sank behind the trees, the forest glimmered with an otherworldly glow.

As they approached the altar, whispers seemed to echo all around them.

"Your Highness," the voice was from the first mage, "You must wait here, we cannot assist you any further."

"Am I going to die?" Her gentle voice quivered

"No, my princess. Should the ritual be refused? You will be returned to the palace." the knight spoke out

"And if I'm chosen?" Filianore asked worriedly

"Then we are unsure if you will return." The second mage said

Dread showered over the youthful Filianore.

“I'm sorry princess," The knight said, she could hear great sorrow in his voice.

The entourage that led her to this altar had left.  Filianore's heart was racing. She had only ever heard whispers and rumors of what lay within this enchanted section of the forest. Her hands were shaking. She grasped them together in a prayer-like gesture.

The altar behind her, built of ancient stones long since weathered over the centuries. She could see it cloaked in green slowly being overtaken by the forest. She took deep breaths, each exhale quivering in her dread. Her mind filled with questions: was this really what she was born to do?  Would this be where her story ends? She pondered her destiny.

The softest rustle of leaves behind her filled her with dread. Should she look? Was she supposed to stay in this position? She could hear numerous footsteps getting closer to her. She closed her eyes tightly trying to keep them shut. The breathing of the creature as it came closer. With what little courage she could stand to muster, she peeked. And then she saw the visage of a horse.

White fur, appearing aged and wizened. A frail mane, a brilliant dull glow, and a horn atop its head. Her heart was filled with relief. She was gazing at a unicorn.

Filianore stared in awe. Never had she envisioned such a magical creature to be so grand, imposing, and yet so full of grace even in its appeared old age. She could hardly utter the words. "You're real," 

The unicorn neigh softly as if to show approval.

Filianore felt compelled. She reached out her hand. The Unicorn met her hand gliding its muzzle against her palm. Filianore was lost in such a magical moment. She could feel the unicorn's magic reach into her.  It was like a torrent through every inch of her body. 

Filianore knew of the stories: of how unicorns would make themselves known to pure maidens. She breathed a sigh of relief nearly in tears.  The unicorn's horn glowed a soft blue. Filianore got to her feet. The tip of the unicorn's horn glowed. It drew a great deal of magic at the very tip of its spiral horn. Bowing its head lightly, placing it near her lower stomach.

Filianore felt its magic coursing through her. As the magic coursed through her it filled her mind with the story. It was a story even the mages and her kingdom never knew.

The unicorn was the last son in a long regal equestrian line. Her ancestor, the founder of the kingdom, Godwin the Conqueror, hunted and slew the unicorns to near extinction. It was through Godwin’s firstborn daughter that the pact was made. She willingly came to this place before the stone altar dwelt there. This virgin princess offered herself to continue the progeny of the unicorn and by doing so secure that magic remained in their kingdom. Every eighty years a virgin maiden from the royal line would be brought there to be chosen. Only someone so pure could have brought such a pure creature back from the edge of extinction.

 It was always when the unicorn was near the end of their life. If the maiden were pure without a touch of sin to her heart, they would be chosen to uphold this now ancient agreement. For as long as there was at least one unicorn, then there would always be magic in the world. Thus leading to the great mages of her kingdom. The First Princess would only return a message, that a princess is to be brought to this forest, pure in body, heart, mind, and soul, should this be kept there will always be magic and peace within the kingdom. Any who would return would feel their minds lost in a fog if ever they tried to recount such a magical encounter. 

The visions playing in her head ceased. The wizened unicorn stood in front of her. Tears gently rolled down her cheeks. Filianore could feel the weight building in her lower stomach.

With the unicorn’s magic, Filianore could sense the life growing inside her, planting its roots and beginning to bloom. The intensity of the magic coursing through her took her breath away, and she closed her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation. 

Then, without notice, the magic stopped. Her eyes fluttered open to find the unicorn backing away, watching her with a dark wellspring kike a curtain of a starless sky. Filianore felt magic fill her womb, stirring before beginning to grow. A strange calm swept over her.

Contrary to the panic and dread that she experienced earlier. Filianore didn’t feel an ounce of dread. The magic of this unicorn swept through her, deep within her, she could feel it. A small presence of this new life quickly grew within her womb. In Filianore's heart, she could feel a deep and unfathomable love growing as she witnessed the baby in her growing belly. A peaceful and soothing feeling washed over her; she knew it to be real as she placed her hand against her pregnant belly. She could feel her skin getting tighter, canyons forming beneath her fingertips as her skin stretched to accommodate the foal. Filianore’s belly grew rounder by the minute, she truly was beginning to look pregnant now. She quickly outgrew her gown and her swelling belly tearing through it. The young foal needed to grow a lot before it could be ready to be born.

The foal was growing completely in a matter of moments. Her body was not prepared to handle such weight. Gently she was brought to her knees and her stomach continued to grow. 

The unicorn remained nearby, its eyes peering deeply into the depths of Filianore's soul. A feeling of warmth consumed her heart like a flame as she embraced the gravity of the moment. The unicorn lowered its head, nuzzling her protruding stomach gently. Filianore had rapidly undergone nearly a year of gestation, which could only mean the foal would be arriving soon. 

Feeling the unicorn brush against her bare pregnant belly, made the foal inside squirm. Her skin stretched out. But never did it break, tear, or show signs of damage. The magic that put the foal there was to accommodate the foal and bring no harm to her. This great weight in her womb gave Filianore a feeling of comfort. This was vastly different from what she expected. Magically bearing a child of such a pure creature was a far cry from the death and ruin she perceived it to be. 

Filianore began to feel the foal descending lower. She felt no pain as labor began. She could feel the foal pushing its way out of her womb and down the narrow corridor of the birth canal. The strong magic of the foal's father aided the foal forcing its way through the tight passage. Filianore gasped.

She felt every movement, every instance of it sliding out of her, descending further and further as its hooves started noticeably poking out against her taut skin. This was not solely without feeling. She felt a strong sensation overwhelm her: the need to push. In and out, she breathed. 

Filianore focused on her lower stomach region. Each muscle tensed and pulled. She tried to push down with all her might. Filianore could feel the foal moving faster. She could feel the nose poking out. Filianore continued to push until she got to the rest of the body. The adult unicorn already checking out the new young foal slowly stood as the birthing was nearing the end. 

Filianore struggled to push going red in the face but ultimately her struggle was rewarded. The body was now free and so too was the foal, Filianore looked down at her once round belly to see it was now deflated. Filianore watched in blissful delight seeing her newborn unicorn foal trying to stand. The foal came to her, instinctively knowing that she was his mother. She carefully wrapped her arms around the foal. Instantly in love with it. She could feel the magic radiating off the newborn foal. With this, the ritual was now complete.

The elder unicorn nudged the newborn and Filianore towards the forest. It was time to retreat to the depths of the forest. With a gentle hand against her newborn foal, Filianore looked around. She was leaving the altar, and her life as a princess behind. She was now a mother, her duty to her foal. Indifferent to returning to the palace, she wished to be like that first princess long before her. Filianore wanted nothing more than to keep such a pure and beautiful creature in the world. This birth did not take her virginity, she could bear another. She wished to bear another. Filianore dreaded what the world might be like without the unicorns, without magic. Her heart could not stand to dream of such a world. It was a last wish by Princess Filianore 

Filianore left the altar with her foal and its father, her heart wanting to fill this forest with a herd of unicorns again. Her body was more than capable of doing so.

[weiner-does-preg]

Rapid preg animation

[infectiouspiss]

not even the ha record release is immune from Gerard way jerking off to rapidpreg 💔💔 im gonna cum in her

by the time you pull out she's gonna be in the second trimester

[invivoinsomnium]

So you know how in a lot of rapidpreg situations the baby (or whatever you’re pregnant with) stops growing once labor begins? What if it didn’t in your case? What if the growth merely slowed once your water broke? What if it was a race against time to shove that still growing mass out of your already straining birth canal before it grew too big to fit?

That is an interesting scenario.

I imagine that this is in some underground medical facility, surrounded by various doctors and nurses who have been studying me and decided that I was perfect for their experiement.

I'm strapped on the delivery bed, I've gone from flat to swollen belly in a matter of hours. It was a painful experience, but I wasn't given anything to relieve me of the pain. Instead, they asked questions and studied me, injecting more drugs into my body to speed up the growth of the fetus and quicken the pregnancy.

When I've reach full term, my waters are broken, and I'm injected with more drugs to speed up the contractions. I'm informed that I can't waste time. There is nothing to stop the growth of the fetus, and I need to deliver it before it's too big. They are prepared to perform a c-section, but they would much prefer a natural delivery.

As the labour progresses, I'm moved into several new positions to "help" me push before it's decided that the assistance will be hands pressing on my belly. The pain is unbearable, I'm shaking, sweating and begging for help but all I hear are orders to push....

"We'll give her another hour. If we don't see any progress, then we're performing an emergency c-section..."

[themiiindelectric]

24 y/o black transmasc. call me whatever, idc about names. this an nsfw blog.

i will not read dms unless you send me something in my inbox first. i do not accept nudes nor do i send them.

DNI minors/ageless blogs, wlw only/men dni (i am a man), detrans, terfs

kinks under the cut

fav: t4t, breeding/preg/hyperpreg/rapidpreg/eggpreg, feederism, stuffing, royalty, fantasy, piv, regular bodily terms (vagina, clit(oris), cock, etc), cnc

yes: hypno/mindbreak, pup, roleplay, oral (any parts), trans-friendly bodily terms (boycunt, tdick, girlcock, etc)

i don't mind: burping (only in feederism contexts, otherwise it's just gross to me), egg-laying, terato

[teratophool]

Hey there! Finally decided to make an kinky side blog since I need an outlet for this stuff! Anyway, intro post time.

My name is Moth, and I go by he/ze/they pronouns! Ze/zem/zeir/zeirs/zemself are my neos! I am a non-dysphoric transmasc demiboy! I’m also a flaming homosexual so keep in mind, all my content is mlm in nature. I’m also aroallo so there’s absolutely no romance to be found here! Only lust ;)

More things may be added to the following lists as time goes on.

Stuff I Like

Teratophilia

Pregnancy (hyperpreg, eggpreg, and rapidpreg)

Breeding

Primal Play

Animal Instincts and Instincts in general (probably falls under primal play but whatever)

Praise

Bottoming/Subbing (I’m aware that they aren’t inherently the same thing, but they’re sorta connected for me)

Boobs

Bondage

Stuff I Don’t Like

Monsters I’m Not Into: Werewolves, Merfolk, Minotaurs, Centaurs, Hucows

Knots (ik it’s super common for monsterfuckers but, eh, just not my thing)

Anything unsanitary (scat, vomit, piss, etc.)

Knives (or anything sharp really)

Pain

Choking

Anal or anything to do with the ass

Detrans/Misgendering

Askbox/Interraction Boundaries

I absolutely don’t mind people crashing into my inbox! Casually or kinkily!

I’m autistic, so when talking to me outside of kink, tone tags are greatly appreciated!

Keep in mind, if you’re going to send something, I may not reply immediately. This is a kink sideblog after all, and I mostly intend to use it when my libido acts up.

I will absolutely close my askbox or turn off anons at any time if I feel I am receiving too many unwanted messages.

DNI

General DNI stuff (racist, ableist, homophobic, etc.)

Minors (any unlabelled or underage blogs will be blocked)

Any type of queerphobia (especially aroallo phobia.)

Pedos or zoos

[sucrows]

tbh I love the idea of pregnant smut fics but it’s usually with a pregnant reader in mind, tho writing abt ritsu or nazuna could be fun! they’re the two that come to mind. also shoutout to that one week when I was super into rapidpreg keito and anzu. -rei

I'd probably want to write something for a pregnant reader next time because despite all my reader breeding kink stuff, I don't think I've ever actually written about a pregnant reader? like, outside of answering miscellaneous asks? I'll add it to my to-do list and get to it eventually

[weiner-does-preg]

Yayyy expansion!!!😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[greatbigbellies]

Someone sent an anon request for a speaker who underwent a rapid pregnancy right before a sports game (I'm 95% sure it was tennis). Tumblr seems to have eaten the ask in question so I'm posting it solo but I hope you enjoy it dear anon, currently in the bowels of tumblr's spaghetti code.

(THIS IS AN AUDIO REQUEST)

You get a phone call from your friend, a fellow professional tennis player. She asks you to cover her for the big upcoming game that's about to happen, as apparently she's fallen spontaneously full term pregnant. She's desperate, so you leverage some favors to make it worth your while.

[omorard]

Gerard definitely has a rapidpreg thing… see.. I think it’s not like. They want someone to get pregnant I think THEY WANT T[GETS SHOT]

[hazbincalifornia]

Blitz and stolas have been trying so hard to give loona and Octavia siblings but nothing is working! Blitz borrows the grimiorr and whoops rapidpreg with twins happen!

HE WANTED BABY BUT THIS WAS A BIT MUCH- they're all fumbling to help as he's curled up in pain.

[masculinizer]

ohh fuck intro post i guess

I'm just gonna go by Mask on here, I'm 18, transgender man, I'm bisexual and I'm pretty exclusively he/him

I'm Into ...

forcemasc

tf / transformation (object/gender/identity/humanoid exclusive)

forcefeeding

rapid wg

rapidpreg

ftm anything

rapid mg

muscle guys / girls

body expansion

human furniture

hypnosis

lactation

biting

physical domination

manipulation

worship

humiliation (level-eye, actually insulting)

Genitalia

muscle worship

fat worship

cock / pussy worship

ICKS..

condescension

use of photos without permission

body shaming..

fat stereotypes in wg / fatfet media

using "mommy / daddy" in nsfw media

any incest implication

DNI

zoos, pedos, "maps"

raceplay or ageplay, real life r*pe / crime fantasists or detrans centric blogs

bigots

[weiner-does-preg]

Beira mistook Fulmine’s Preg potion stash for ale and has drank the lot of them.

Oooh I love this

That’s a big un’

[curvylizzie]

Hun~.. it’s been just only about 4 months~.. we should be able to tell if they’re twins or not at this point but by my size I’ll say probably more than that~..

Made by bigbelmary on DeviantArt

[omorard]

wait why do people think that g has a rapidpreg/mpreg kink? Idk i see people talking about it all the time and i don't know where they got it from.

Anons help me out. Uh I think they used that a lot in their comics. Also.

This song is about the time I took a ride in a guys iroc and got totally fucking pregnant

[hazbincalifornia]

Hell's greatest dad but in the middle of al singing like the daughter I spawned, alastor suddenly goes through rapidpreg and births a daughter thus making his line literal

Instead of Mimzy, the song just stutters to a halt as they're all staring at the wet and screaming little Creature that Alastor's holding in his arms.