More Like a Jester's Dozen
Leech groaned, rolling over and hauling a pillow over her head. It was mid-morning, the sun was well into the sky, and a refreshing breeze sailed through her window; for all intents and purposes, it would have been a beautiful day, had it not been for the fact that the last two weeks had been a bizarre trial for her.
Just shy of a month ago, after she’d hopped out of the shower, she’d stepped onto the scale and noticed she’d put on a bit of weight; ‘Nothing to worry about,’ she’d told herself, sure that the added pounds had been from the winter months of inactivity, but things took a turn. While there hadn’t been any appreciable difference to her look or figure, at the time, that changed with startling speed.
Compelled to snack almost constantly, developing cravings for all manner of strange and outlandish foods, she’d packed on the pounds at an alarming rate. Most of the chub seemed to be centered around her belly, which made sense, although an additional development was what really piqued her interest. Her breasts became increasingly sensitive, and steadily grew to nearly double their normally perky size, which could only mean one thing.
An impulsively purchased pregnancy test told her everything she needed to know. Somehow, after decades of literally and figuratively fucking around Equestria, she’d been knocked up. Ordinarily speaking, a mare should have expected a bun in the oven after getting plowed by nearly anything or anything that gave her so much as a wink and a smile, but she’d never had that problem - well, until now.
Peering down her chest, between her obscenely large tits, she leered at her swollen stomach. She rightly couldn’t say who or what had made use of her foal-factory, but that was of little consequence. What with all the lewd shit she did on a regular basis, there was no way to tell who the dad was - aside from the paternal mystery, she didn’t understand how she was gestating something so fast.
She’d gone from slender and trim to positively gravid in less than a month, which flew in the face of what little medical knowledge she did have. Besides the take-home test she’d gotten from the pharmacy, her size, and the strange cravings, she’d also started to lactate prolifically. What had started as a drop of milk here or there eventually became a slow, steady stream, and that wasn’t when she was squeezing her tits.
Making lemonade from lemons, as she was wont to do, she took the bizarre situation in stride - after all, there were several benefits to being pregnant. Not only was she a MILF in the making, but she’d taken to milking herself and making and/or selling things with her moo juice. Regardless of what she did with the product, the first thing on her itinerary for the last few days had been to drain her udders.
Grumbling, peering down at the whetted sheet over her chest, she rolled over and fumbled for the breast pump. If she didn’t ease the load on her massive mammaries, they’d become unbearably heavy and almost painfully sensitive. Flipping on the magical contraption, after licking the pair of tube-fed cups, she pressed the flanges over her engorged, tender areola. As the contraption began coaxing a steady stream of rich cream from her teats, she shuddered.
She held no shame admitting that she immeasurably enjoyed being milked like a cow. It was difficult to put into words, likely tying to her wanton penchant for nearly all things depraved, but the act hadn’t and, if she had to guess, wouldn’t fail to arouse her. While she’d had no way of knowing such an activity would get her so turned on, she had no qualms about getting herself off throughout the process.
Spreading her legs, she reached down and gently massaged her snatch. She couldn’t say if other impending mothers were the same as herself, but she’d found herself with an increased sexual appetite and, therefore, had been getting herself off much more frequently. Sadly, as she’d been quick to discover, there weren’t all that many who were turned on by expecting mares; it wasn’t a huge issue, although she’d kill for a hard dicking.
As she lazily rubbed one out, while the breast pump quietly did its job, the sound of something rapping on her window broke her contented concentration. She would have attempted to ignore the noise, were it not for one fact - her room was on the second floor. Glancing over, wondering if someone was throwing pebbles, she was met with a surprise. Peering in at her, bearing a toothy grin, Mlemy clung to the frame.
“The fuck are you…” Leech trailed off, as the monstrous creature nonchalantly let himself inside.
She hadn’t seen him in a few weeks, since she’d crashed at his cavern for a weekend, so she shouldn’t have been too terribly surprised that he’d come to pay her a visit. The big bastard had been pretty sweet on her, ever since she’d first run across him nearly a year ago, and she’d developed a soft spot for him. Despite his imposing size, inability to speak, and the wicked set of chompers he had, he was actually a pretty sweet guy.
Clamoring through the window, disregarding the fact that she was milking herself, the big bastard got to his feet, trotted over to her, and casually plucked her from the bed. Being nearly double her size, and immeasurably strong, hefting her from the bed pulling her into a princess carry was laughably easy for him - still, that did little to explain what he was doing. Squirming in his arms, as the suctioning cups popped from her leaking tits, she glowered up at him.
“Nice to see you too,” she huffed.
The gigantic stallion simply smiled and nodded, before moving towards the doorway. It was pretty clear that he was intending to abscond with her, though she couldn’t fathom where she was being ferried. Buck naked, leaking milk over her chest and his burly arms, she extended a leg, pinched the bed sheet between her toes, and tossed the linen over herself.
“So,” she continued, awkwardly covering herself, “where we headed? You gonna buy a MILF in training some breakfast first?”
Mlemy cocked his head and responded with an incoherent series of grunts and growls, though he definitely didn’t appear upset. It wasn’t until he shifted one hand, resting his palm on her stomach, did Leech get the vaguest feeling regarding what he was after. Peering up at him, she quirked a brow.
“Let me guess,” she snickered, “you’ve always had a weakness for knocked up chicks?”
He nodded briefly, as his expression softened. Even though he couldn’t talk, she’d become relatively proficient at understanding him - as such, she realized his behavior was stranger than usual. After lovingly rubbing her belly for a second, he lifted his hand and pressed a finger to his chest.
Askance, putting the pieces together, Leech’s eyes went wide. “So you’re telling me...”
His smile broadened all the more, cementing her suspicions. She wasn’t normally the nervous type, but knowing she’d been impregnated by a gigantic pony-like creature gave her a moment for pause. Who only knew what was wriggling around inside her, let alone how long it was going to stay inside her. Given the jarringly fast gestation, as well as how large she’d gotten, she couldn’t rightly say what the end result would be.
Trundled along by the hulking sire of her unborn foal or foals, if that’s what was gestating within her, she stewed on the situation. The fact that Mlemy had come and effectively whisked her away, presumably to his subterranean home, meant he had some idea of what to do with her. If she was lucky, and she prayed she was, he was more versed with his kind’s reproductive habits. Sure enough, after a jaunt through and out of town, she noticed they were headed to his lair.
“So,” she began, as he set her down just inside his cavernous home, “how does this work exactly?”
His eyes went alight, before he scampered over to his bed. Gathering up a calendar and a notebook, rushing back to her, he proudly displayed the first of the two items. The mare squinted over at him, noticing that the date two days ahead had been emphatically circled with a red crayon. Lifting a finger, confused as to what he was trying to tell her, she was handed the journal.
What lay within the little ledger was what she could only describe as a story of sorts. There was a crudely drawn picture of the two of them fucking, in the position they’d last done it in, followed by a depiction of her being exceedingly pregnant. Flipping the page, wondering if he’d scribbled out what fate would befall her, her unasked question was answered.
The subsequent two sheets of paper portrayed her giving birth to a number of colorful worm-like creatures. Were it not for the joyful expression on the figures’ faces, as well as a liberal smattering of hearts doodled around the scene, she would have been immeasurably concerned. He’d never once done anything to harm her, being decidedly gentle and caring towards her, so she wasn’t as worried as many would be.
Closing the notebook and handing it back to him, she shook her head. “Well at least they aren’t going to eat their way out of me,” she sighed. The comment brought a wounded look to Mlemy’s face, spurring her to step over and give him a hug. “I’m just teasing, no worries. Anyways, I presume that day is my due date?” she inquired, pointing to the calendar.
Leaning in, while his bifurcated lower jaw spit in two, a trio of long, serpent-like tongues emerged from his maw. In lieu of reply, he simply wrapped his arms around her shoulders, held her close, and started fondly caressing her face with the three appendages. Smirking to herself, she reciprocated his affection. She couldn’t say she was entirely enthused with the prospect of birthing a litter of weird monster babies, but she’d done stranger things before - hell, somewhere out in the world, she had nearly a dozen changeling kids running around doing heaven knows what.
“Seeing as how we’ve got two days to kill, and since you decided to abduct me, I hope you’ve got a few plans,” she groaned, gently releasing him and pushing herself away. Bearing all the additional weight absolutely killed her feet, so she was thankful he’d decided to carry her - that being said, she’d much rather have a seat. “I’m just gonna,” she announced, hitching a thumb towards his bed.
Seeing herself over, cupping one breast in each hand, she eased herself onto the shabby mattress. She wasn’t exactly pleased that he’d interrupted her that morning, especially considering she’d only just started to drain her tits, but there was little that could be done - at least, that’s what she initially thought. Seeing him scoop up several bags of snacks from his larder, an obscene pile of prepackaged foodstuffs, an idea occurred.
Moving to the side of the bed, pressing her back against the smooth, stone wall, she patted the mattress beside herself. Trotting over, bearing his same usual, carefree smile, he lowered himself and shuffled closer. If he thought interrupting her morning routine wasn’t going to go without repercussions, he was dead wrong.
“That’s right, there ya go,” she softly murmured, grabbing his shoulders and easing him onto her lap. As he lifted a bag of chips, attempting to pull it open, she snatched the snacks from his gargantuan mits. “Oh no, not for you.”
Watching her move the crisps away, Mlemy pouted - that was, until the mare leaned forward and flopped a tit on his face. Peering up ather, seeing her mischievous grin, he knit his brow. She obviously didn’t want him to eat the junk food, so perhaps she would rather he…
“Drink up,” she chuckled, squeezing her boob and sending a steady stream of milk spilling from her nipple, “you’re a growing boy.”
She kinda figured he might be interested in helping her out, what with his penchant for ice cream and all things dairy, but she couldn’t have expected his next move. Opening his nightmarish muzzle, he shot forward and virtually engulfed her teat. As he latched on, closing his eyes and voraciously suckling upon her, she shivered.
The sensation of having an actual person nursing on her was leagues more pleasurable than having a cold, uncaring machine leech the milk from her bosom. With a deep, gratified sigh, she tenderly cradled his head and looked him over. Mlemy really was a fascinating and exotically erotic creature, but it was his charming personality which had won her over.
Besides being absolutely titanic, his build was an extremely impressive one. Covered in toned muscle, in spite of his questionable diet, she hadn’t met many creatures as solidly built as he was. Be damned if she knew what he was, having a few distinctly equine traits, yet he’d always come off as a gentle giant, so that was good enough for her.
Gazing down his chest, past his abs, her eyes wandered to his groin. Beneath his loincloth, the only attire she’d ever seen him wearing, something colossal stirred. The sight was enough to get her blood pumping, knowing full well what lay beneath the delicate patch of leather. Leaning to the side, taking care to keep her balance, she walked two fingers of her free hand towards his groin.
Even though she was extraordinarily gravid, there wasn’t anything saying they couldn’t do a bit of fooling around. As durable as she was, having been plowed by dicks nearly the size of her arm, she felt pretty confident that a bit of pregnant hanky-panky wouldn’t hurt anything; so long as he didn’t go all out, plowing her into oblivion, she was sure she’d be fine.
While Mlemy merrily swallowed down mouthful after mouthful of rich, hopefully nutritious milk, the mare’s hand strayed beneath his loincloth. Caressing his package, feeling the emerged tip of his tool, she gnawed her lip. Though she’d had her fair share of run-ins with canines lately, including a pair of diamond dogs and a timberwerewolf, she certainly wasn’t opposed to being a bit knotty.
Her pulse quickened ever so slightly, as his length hardened in her grasp. She almost felt as though she were part of a depraved snake charmer’s act, coaxing inch after sumptuous inch of his shaft from his sheath. Gently stroking him off, savoring the sensation of the thick tool against her palm, her budding maternal instincts mingled with her amorous wants.
Though it was hard to explain, there was a distinctly different, motherly aspect to her degeneracy. Under ordinary circumstances, she would have already buried her face in his crotch or mounted him outright, yet she was happy to stroke his length and let him nurse like a large, hunky, oversized bab. Situated as she was, with one hand on his head and the other on his junk, she couldn’t exactly get herself, though there was more than one way to skin a cat.
“Hey,” she quietly noted, patting his cheek and drawing his attention, “would you mind…” Letting the request hand, she mutely nodded down to her crotch.
Locking eyes with her, Mlemy sent two of his three tongues to her loins, while the third sailed to her free bosom. One of the most wondrous things about the big bastard were the trio of prehensile appendages he stowed in his gullet. Each tentacle, which is virtually what they were, was several feet long, over an inch thick, and astoundingly dexterous, allowing him to easily toy with her while he nursed.
As a pair of the tendrils slowly writhed into Leech’s canal, she rolled her head back and groaned. Out of the sweeping pantheon of creatures she’d bedded over her relatively short life, not a single one could compare to Mlemy’s oral skills. Subconsciously pulling his head towards her nethers, while one of his tongues wrapped around her unmolested teat, she tightened her grip on his rigid cock.
Abandoning her tit, replacing his lips with yet another slithery appendage, he wriggled to the side. The abrupt change of pace caught her off guard, especially because his dick was pulled from her clutches, though she quickly found out what he was up to. Constricting a pair of tongues around her boobs, quite literally squeezing the milk out of them, he settled onto his knees between her legs.
While it was a bit tragic to suddenly find herself not jacking him off, she wasn’t about all of the lustful attention go to waste. Leaning back, propping herself on her arms, she relished the sublime ministrations of the impending patriarch. Her tits were played with, her depths were delved by a saliva slickened appendage, and his lips teased her winking clit.
“Right there,” she sighed, as he gently sucked on the delicate nub.
She couldn’t care less that she was lactating like a spray bottle; if he didn’t mind making a mess, she’d be totally happy helping him clean up later. As she squeezed his head between her thighs, giving him the best pair of ear warmers in all of eastern Equestria, she subtly moved one foot towards his groin. Even if she couldn’t stroke him off, there were other ways she could play with him.
A surprised grunt escaped him, as the tender sole of her foot ran up his cock. Contrary to popular belief, she took exceptionally good care of her feet - after all, there were creatures out there who’d been rather keen on getting some attention from her pair of mud-stompers. Her positioning didn’t allow her to use both legs, but she was able to gingerly taunt him just the tiniest bit.
Though it was impossible for her to give as good as she got, she wasn’t all that concerned. One way or another, she wasn’t going to be happy until the massive bastard had knotted her and, if she had to guess, he was probably thinking the same. Out of all the times she’d hung out with him, not a single one hadn’t involved her being tied to the giant beast and used as a cum dumpster.
For a relatively unsophisticated, simple beast, Mlemy technique was unparalleled. Simply toying with her, using his tongues, would have been enough to satiate any mare, but he was remarkably skillful with the blasted appendages. Periodically switching his methods, leaving her guessing as to what he’d do next, he pushed her to the very brink of cumming. Just as her thighs began to tremble, quivering against his cheeks, he stopped and withdrew.
“Hey! Why’d you - Whoop!” she bleated, as he crawled onto the bed and repositioned her to lay lengthwise on the mattress.
It didn’t take a genius for her to figure out that he was ready to move on, and she was all too happy to oblige him. Running her hands down her thighs, squeezing her tits together, she splayed her legs for the bestial beefcake. Ever the gentleman, he tugged the heaped blankets out from beneath her, folded them into a pile, and stuffed the makeshift mound under her rump. What with their difference in size, missionary wasn’t as simple as it would have been with a pony of average height.
Smiling down at him, watching him lazily crawl between her legs, he brought the tip of his length to her entrance. As he ground his face in her tits, peering up and wiggling his eyebrows at her, she giggled. It was funny to think that something so imposing could be so sweet and silly, two elements she hadn’t initially expected from him, but that was part of his charm.
“Come to mama,” she cooed.
Extending her legs, hitching her heels over his hips, she drew him in. Playing around was all well and good, though she’d had enough of the figurative dicking around. She could only be pushed so far; he’d bred her, brought him back to his den, and pushed her to the brink, leaving her more than ready for the main event.
Sure enough, her prompting was all the cue he needed. Easing himself into her confines, while a duo of his tongues played over her nipples, he throatily purred. It was only after he’d given her a moment to adjust to the sizable intrusion, with a kindliness belying his chilling aesthetic, that he started to delicately start humping.
Where many would have seen a monster, Leech knew better; frightening look aside, Mlemy was a loving, kind, and goodhearted soul. As odd as it may have sounded, a part of her was honored that he’d chosen to sire his offspring with her - that being said, she needed to feel him. Unlike their past encounters, which had a distinctively bawdy and playful element, this was different.
“Thank you,” she whispered, as his face crept to one bosom.
Apparently having developed a fondness for her milk, or perhaps just seeking to ease the strain on her unsuckled tit, he latched onto her bosom and started enthusiastically sucking away. The added stimulation and relief, paired with the exquisite sensation of his pistoning length, was downright heavenly. Moaning out, Leech surrendered herself to him.
It was extremely rare that she not take an active role while having sex, especially for larger lovers like Mlemy, yet she couldn’t help but let him service her. Between the lethargy pregnancy had imparted on her, the added weight she’d been lugging around, and the fact that her stud was so keen to get her off, she figured she deserved the special treatment. Grabbing the base of his skull, shoving his face into her teat, she flexed her legs and pulled him deeper.
Knocked up or not, she pined to feel all of him. Her prior times with him, having been knotted on each and every occasion, had set a high bar for his performance - one she’d gleefully help him reach. Getting his timing down, she lightly bucked up to meet his thrusts. Taking the hint, he began gradually ratcheting up the intensity.
Not only did he steadily plow her harder and faster, but he ravenously fed off her breast. The feeling of being nursed on and rutted, in such a caring way, was nearly indescribable for her, rivaling even the most intense bouts of fucking she’d ever had. As mystifying as it was, flying in stark contrast to her usual masochistic preferences, the lovemaking sent her passion into a roaring inferno.
“M...Mlemy,” she whimpered, hooking her fingers under his chin.
He slowed, if only just, and angled his head towards her. Scanning her face, presumably attempting to figure out if something was wrong, his eyes ultimately locked with hers. The pleading look she gave him let him know she wanted something, though he didn’t seem to understand what. Realizing she’d likely have to give voice to her desires, she was in for a small surprise.
Mlemy stopped moving entirely, holding her gaze. Withdrawing from her teat, swallowing down the mouthful of her milk, he straightened up and loomed over her. Leech stared up at him, in awe of just how strikingly attractive he really was. While he may have been a bit odd, in both his look and behavior, he meant the world to her.
He was one of the few guys who’d shown more than a passing interest in her, viewing her as more than just an easy lay without any strings attached. She genuinely enjoyed just hanging out with him, reading comics or telling him stories, and she felt certain that he felt the same way towards her. Somehow or another, despite all their differences, a bond had been forged between them - a bond made all the stronger by their creation of life.
Delicately cradling her knees in his hands, he pressed her legs upwards and leaned in towards her. Closing on one another, closing their eyes, their lips met. The kiss sent her sailing over the edge, causing her to tremble in ecstasy. As her marehood spasmed, drenching his swaying nuts with her climactic nectar, Mlemy increased his speed.
Though he was still taking it relatively easy on her, gentle was a relative term for someone so big and powerful. Shifting the angle of his thrusts, either knowingly or by sheer luck, he avoided knocking into her cervix. Even with her womb occupied, there was still enough room for his entirety - at least, she prayed there was.
Wrapping her arms around his broad, strong shoulders, Leech held him close. The heated make-out session was the perfect complement to the surprisingly romantic scene. There she was, less than a week from giving birth, deeply kissing and making love to the stud - no, not any stud, her stud. Willing her body to obey her, weathering the onslaught of bliss, she clenched around his pistoning length.
On and on Mlemy went, causing her to cum no fewer than five times before he showed any sign of being close. The only reason she eventually figured out that he was nearing his limit was because his steady rhythm lost cohesion, devolving into a series of short, almost frantic thrusts - still, throughout it all, he’d refrained from jamming the root-like base of his cock into her.
Cracking one eye, forcing herself to focus, she peeked out at his face.His brow was knit in concentration, as if he was desperately concentrating. Acting on instinct, breaking their kiss, she stroked his face. While she was moved that he’d be so courteous, she wanted to savor all of him. As he cracked one brilliant eye, she smiled.
“Take me,” she breathed.
With those two simple words, she was granted her wish. Driving his waist forward, stuffing his knot into her well-used entrance, he kissed her yet again. The sensation of his throbbing length, pumping shot after shot of his virile seed flooded her depths, basting her interior and claiming her as his. The heat of his essence, the children in her belly, and the raw amorous energy of her lover delivered a climax which put the others to shame.
Leech couldn’t count how many times she’d cum over the span of her life, but there were a select class of orgasms that stood above the rest. The rush of ecstasy, while immensely enjoyable, could transcend to something beyond explanation with the addition of one simple element - emotion. To simply have sex with someone or something was fun, but to make love with a mate was unrivaled.
The moment was cathartic, bringing with it a serene peace that she hadn’t felt since childhood. Holding him, beset by nirvanic rapture, she rode out the climax with him. Slowly, cautiously, he released her legs and rolled onto his side, taking care to pull her along with himself. As he came to rest on his back, with the comparatively diminutive mare straddling him, he rested his head on one of the two pillows.
As badly as Leech would have liked to drape herself on him, the position would have been less than ideal. Her large belly would have made relaxing hard enough to do by itself, but the additional influx of what felt like a liter of cum bloating her left her feeling even larger than before. Placing her palms on his chest, she grunted and pushed herself into a seated position.
“Well,” she croaked, sensually stroking her abdomen, “what now?”
It wasn’t an undue question, considering she’d be tied to him for the better part of an hour. Staring down at him, seeing him innocently shrug, she pinched the bridge of her nose. Realistically speaking, it wasn’t that bad; the big lug had nibbles and drinks within reach, resting near the head of the mattress, and he always had comics around.
Pointing to a bottle of sports drink, she squeezed his waist with her knees. “Pass me that Croc Aid.”
Mlemy complied without hesitation, sending a whip-like tongue over towards the unopened beverage. Passing it to her, retrieving a second bottle for himself, he reached over and jammed a hand under the bed. Leech quirked a brow, wondering what he was after, before he withdrew his arm and extended it towards her.
“What’s this?” she softly inquired, holding out her open hands.
Dropping a wrinkled ball of fabric into her palms, Mlemy grinned from ear to ear. Whatever he’d given her, he seemed damn proud of himself for it - that or he was playing some sort of a practical joke. Straightening the cloth, shaking it out before herself, the mare’s eyes widened. It wasn’t a rag or shabby linen, it was a shirt.
She couldn’t help but blush slightly, reading the t-shirt. The words S-Grade MILF lay emblazoned over the chest of the garment, giving her a chuckle. The gift was equal parts amusing and moving, warming the depths of her heart. Neatly folding and setting the present aside, she awkwardly leaned forward and hugged his chest.
Mlemy returned her affection, holding her close, but the moment wasn’t to last. Lightly holding her shoulders, pushing her away, he stared up at her face. Before she could issue a snarky comment or ask him what was the matter, he silenced her with a digit. Drawing the finger down her chin, leaving it to rest between her breasts, his maw opened.
“Maaama,” he quietly slurred, timidly grinning at her face.
Leech’s jaw flapped uselessly, hearing the word. His blush and sheepish reaction, as he averted his gaze, led her to believe he was slightly embarrassed with the attempt at speech, but his concern was wholly unwarranted. Grabbing his large hand, lacing her fingers with his, she damn near swooned. She genuinely hadn’t thought it was possible for him to speak, yet he’d openly proclaimed her as the mother to his children.
Leaning in just a hair, she prodded her mate right between his pecs. “Daddy,” she proclaimed.
Positively beaming, Mlemy launched himself into a seated position and hugged her deeply. As his arms circled around her back, Leech returned the favor, affectionately caressing his sides. She still wasn’t sure how wild the next few days would be, especially when it came time for the delivery, but they should be entertaining. With her hulking lover looking after her, doubtlessly willing to protect and care for her throughout the duration, she knew she’d be safe. If nothing else, she’d have one heck of a story to tell...
