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4/12/2025, 1:25:54 PM
So, I finished another short story for you, and I'm nearly done with another:
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/568567/3/sweaty-short-stories-with-pregnant-pony-workouts/bent-out-of-shape
Bent Out of Shape
“Thanks for helping us get our cutie marks as bodybuilders, sis!” Apple Bloom cheerfully trotted down one of the many dirt roads of Ponyville with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle alongside her. Trailing them by a ways was Applejack—looking nothing like a bodybuilder with her swollen middle—and looking everything like a *bodybuilder* because of it, as Pinkie Pie had many times told her with a laugh. Applejack was wearing sweat bands around her legs, as were they, and the fancier-looking bands around Sweetie Belle’s reminded her that Rarity could’ve been watching them instead of her. Applejack frowned since nopony would see it.
“No worries, ya’ll just slow down and stay where ah can see ya. I ain’t as fast as I used to be.” Applejack was more than a little annoyed that she had to keep telling them that and, as she felt another blow against her body from the inside, none too pleased about leaving the farm either. According to Granny Smith, an Apple could *tell* when she was off the farm, even in the womb, and hers didn’t like it at all. It crossed Applejack’s mind that maybe all the walking and talking and everything else she did when leaving the farm caused it instead, but she disregarded the thought and continued to believe in Granny.
She now saw Ponyville’s gym in the distance, and the three fillies dashed over to it and entered, despite her yelling. She sighed and hung her head. The gym was safer than the contraption they’d made on the farm with old wood and wheels and whatever else they could find—Applejack still couldn’t make sense of how they were supposed to use it for exercise—and the realization that the trio was, just for a few minutes, somepony else’s responsibility brought a relieved smile to her face. Somepony in the gym would stop them from maiming themselves, or somepony else, probably. She turned to look at her side before speaking. “Ya better behave better than your aunt when you get outta there, ya hear?” She felt her foal preparing another targeted strike, and sucked in her gut to stop it. Instead of a single hard blow, she felt gentle squirming. “Now what did I just say?” She entered the gym smiling, first walking over to the watering trough and drinking her fill before looking around for the crusaders.
https://www.fimfiction.net/story/568567/3/sweaty-short-stories-with-pregnant-pony-workouts/bent-out-of-shape
Bent Out of Shape
“Thanks for helping us get our cutie marks as bodybuilders, sis!” Apple Bloom cheerfully trotted down one of the many dirt roads of Ponyville with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle alongside her. Trailing them by a ways was Applejack—looking nothing like a bodybuilder with her swollen middle—and looking everything like a *bodybuilder* because of it, as Pinkie Pie had many times told her with a laugh. Applejack was wearing sweat bands around her legs, as were they, and the fancier-looking bands around Sweetie Belle’s reminded her that Rarity could’ve been watching them instead of her. Applejack frowned since nopony would see it.
“No worries, ya’ll just slow down and stay where ah can see ya. I ain’t as fast as I used to be.” Applejack was more than a little annoyed that she had to keep telling them that and, as she felt another blow against her body from the inside, none too pleased about leaving the farm either. According to Granny Smith, an Apple could *tell* when she was off the farm, even in the womb, and hers didn’t like it at all. It crossed Applejack’s mind that maybe all the walking and talking and everything else she did when leaving the farm caused it instead, but she disregarded the thought and continued to believe in Granny.
She now saw Ponyville’s gym in the distance, and the three fillies dashed over to it and entered, despite her yelling. She sighed and hung her head. The gym was safer than the contraption they’d made on the farm with old wood and wheels and whatever else they could find—Applejack still couldn’t make sense of how they were supposed to use it for exercise—and the realization that the trio was, just for a few minutes, somepony else’s responsibility brought a relieved smile to her face. Somepony in the gym would stop them from maiming themselves, or somepony else, probably. She turned to look at her side before speaking. “Ya better behave better than your aunt when you get outta there, ya hear?” She felt her foal preparing another targeted strike, and sucked in her gut to stop it. Instead of a single hard blow, she felt gentle squirming. “Now what did I just say?” She entered the gym smiling, first walking over to the watering trough and drinking her fill before looking around for the crusaders.
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