RGRE Oneshots

Burden(?) of Motherhood. (Explicit)

You are Twilight Sparkle, Princess, mother-to-be, and lazy mare still in her bed at noon. Right now, you feel none of the stress the first two titles should bring.

You shift slightly on your side, not phasing the large form pressed against your back. A pleased sigh escapes your mouth as a pair of lips give the base of your ear a light kiss. Without even thinking, you lean your head back into the kiss, earning a nuzzle and whispered, baritone words with little meaning other than comfort. For a lucid moment, you wonder how you acquired such a mate, then you lose the thought to the muted pleasure the rest of your body feels.

The pair of arms surrounding your body roam freely. A hand attached to an arm you lay against goes over your chest tuft, combining it with warm fingers before trailing down to your life swollen belly. With feather-light, almost hesitant touches it rubs your stomach is slow circles.

..!

A tiny hoof presses back against the hand for a short moment, earning a gasp from your bedmate.

The hand rubs again.

..!

You’re hugged just a little closer to the form behind you.

Past your large stomach and into your nethers, another hand works slowly. The sore, engorged teats that escape your sight have done a one-eighty. Rather than be painful and annoying, they now send pleasant pangs all through your being at the slightest touch. The more naughty hand cups the tender flesh of one and softly squeezes and rubs.

Your bottom lip is caught between your teeth as the teat’s sister receives the same treatment. A hot, dribbling sensation makes itself known to you after a rather daring squeeze. The hand rises back into sight for a moment, droplets of pure white on them.

Your bedmate stops the kiss at the base of your horn for a moment, probably observing his dirtied appenage.

The hand pulls away to behind you for a just a second, then returns clean. You almost miss the sound of smacking lips before the kiss on your horn returns.

The already heated blush that burns on your face becomes a little redder.

Hold on...

Prod…

Prod…

No… Could he? No stallion is so daring.

Something fleshy and so HOT pokes at your behind, missing a few times before it touches it’s prize.

Wink!

You shiver, already feeling tension build in your loins.

Slow, so AGONIZINGLY slow does he push in. Your excitement making for an almost total lack of traction. With every inch that passed, you felt like a star could have been born and died.

You pant with your mouth wide open, not even caring about the drool the escaped and stained the bedspread. You’ll clean that up later…

More and more, do you get the delicious full feeling. The feeling of your body joining with the one you love above all else.

Your tail flips, your ears twitch, and your legs curl. Why, why must he tease you with such lag!

You toss your head back, breaking the kiss on your horn and desperately trying to capture his mouth with your own.

His eyes, his gorgeous eyes sparkle with humor. For a moment, it looks as the catty human will remain the way he is, but he leans down and meets your kiss halfway. His small tongue is no match for yours, letting you push your way into his mouth and explore the cavern of sharp teeth like the countless times you had done before.

The jagged teeth remind you. This human is a predator. Not a pony. Not even a stallion. His thick arms could break you. His stamina could run you down. His teeth, the ones he willingly gives you dominion over now, could shred and consume you.

But he would never do that. You know it. You’re the lamb who tamed the lion, after all.

!

Your thoughts are cut off once more.

After an eon, smooth, furless hips meet your own as your pitiful moan echos ever so slightly in your lovers mouth. Soooooo gooooood…

He breaks the kiss with a quiet grunt and pulls out just as slowly. No. He pulls out even slower as you involuntarily clench down, trying to keep the contact for as long as possible. The full sensation is lost, replaced with a desperate NEED to have it back. Tears of frustration almost come to your clenched shut eyes.

When just the head remains, he starts the long journey back inside as his hands resume their work. One rubbing circles onto your delicate middle, and other other rubbing and teasing your teats.

Again, he hilts himself with a shaky exhale, and pulls away again.

The slow burn in your loins grows at a lethargic pace, a pace you don’t find acceptable.

Squelch!

He gasps when you purposely clench as hard as you can in a bid for more, almost repulsing him out. The arm aimed at your teats stops and wraps around your leg, pulling it up and giving him more leverage.

In again, despite all the resistance your entrance provides. Sharp teeth nip at your neck as the lazy tempo is set.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Release builds. It’s so slow, but you can feel it. Again, you pant, uncaring of how unprincess like it is. You push back as best as pregnant mare on her side can, wanting the wondrous friction that your insides demanded. Despite that, he never let the speed go beyond a snails place. Never let the volume of the loving go beyond whispering.

Like a candle, the slow burn in your marehood grows brighter and brighter little by little.

Clench!

Your lungs are filled air thanks to a sharp inhale.

Just a little more..!

Almost..!

The sound of flesh meeting flesh grows sharp and crisp. Colors peek into your vision. Your tongue is coated is sweetness.

CLENCH!

No sound escapes as your world explodes into bliss, into absolute euphoria. A dull roar sounds in your ears as the colors in front of your eyes bleed together into a breathtaking mosaic. For a short moment, you forget where you are and wonder if you were struck by lightning.

But lightning would never feel like ecstasy, would it?

Untensing, you go limp and pant, trying to recover, but it all starts to build up again.

He’s not done. Not by a longshot. Each thrust is punctuated by a quiet slap now, thanks to your drenching him.

You build again, in a haze this time, and again you know rapture.

How much time has passed, you’re unsure. But the uneven pants on your ear tell you one thing. He’s close.

Mustering up as much energy as you can, you toss your head back and try to capture him a lip lock again. Again, he leans down, looking you in the eyes as your mouths touch.

Nothing is said. Nothing needs to be said.

He tenses, pushing is as far as he can without harming the foal, and shivers.

Heat blossoms in the chamber outside your womb and your world explodes into color again.

Not a sound is made.

He releases your mouth from his, letting you fall to the bed limply. A moment later, thick arms wrap around you in a tender hug.

”I love you, Twilight.”

You smile. The book you had on “Exotic Stallions” was totally wrong.

And you are happy with that.