The Ties that Bind

Reclining on the bed, with her back resting against the headboard, Leech lazily licked her thumb and turned the page of the book in her hand. She’d worked the last three days in a row, minding to the embassy’s gift shop, so she was not about to let her much needed rest and relaxation be hindered - not by her fellow staff members, not by her mate, and definitely not by any of the painfully maternity garments she’d acquired. Feeling a not so subtle kick from within her abdomen, she reached down and stroked her large belly.

“Pipe down in there, I’m trying to relax,” she grumbled, lightheartedly scolding one of the foals within her.

The last eight months had been pretty wild, but not in a bad way. As she’d assumed, shortly after Mkuu had railed her out in front of an absolutely loaded club, she found out she was thoroughly knocked-up - in fact, not long after discovering that she was expecting, she learned she’d be having a set of twins. Not only had the big lug sired two foals with her, but he made good on his promise of securing a job at the Zebrican consulate for her.

The first few weeks of her new life had been simple enough, carefreely tending to visitors, ringing up purchases, and answering questions, but things eventually took a turn. The morning sickness had been an absolute bastard, leading to many hours of her cursing over the toilet, yet her gradual maternal metamorphosis had more than made up for the sore feet, bouts of stomach upset, and odd culinary cravings. As time passed, and her gravidness progressed, she came to embrace her impending motherly state.

Her breasts grew heavy and swollen with milk, her stomach gradually seemed to expand with each passing day, and her figure filled out to a marked degree. While many mares would likely be put off of self-conscious by such changes, she absolutely loved what she’d become. The hallmarks of maternity were a badge of honor for her, though she couldn’t help herself from getting additional embellishments for herself.

Shortly after discovering she’d been successfully inseminated, she got several piercings. Her ears, nipples, and clit were adorned with golden rings. If left to heal on their own, her new body jewelry would have been sore and tender for weeks; thankfully, with the help of potent salves and medical magic, they were nothing but pleasurable and eye catching in less than a day. Aside from the orientation, she’d also seen fit to make the temporary stripes adorning her figure decidedly more lasting.

It hadn’t been all that difficult to find a tattoo parlor which specialized in coat markings, seeing as how the capital had virtually everything available, so she was permanently striped after she’d gotten her first paycheck. The decision had taken Mkuu by surprise, but he’d been immeasurably pleased with her dedication. Between the white bands on her fur, her various piercings, and rounded belly, anyone and everyone would instantly know who and what she’d devoted her life to.

While she would’ve never guessed she’d wind up as such a devout zebra lover, she couldn’t be happier. What had begun as a physical attraction to her mate had grown into something beautiful, with her practically worshiping the ground he stepped on. Mind and body, she belonged to Mkuu, venerated him with every facet of her being, and she loved every minute of it. The fact that he genuinely revered her and reciprocated her affection made her fealty all the more rewarding.

He would indulge her marish needs whenever she wanted, never failing to satisfy her, and he ensured she was well cared for. For the first time in her life, she hadn’t gone without. Food, clothing, a comfortable bed, and a roof over her head would have been enough to keep anyone happy, but those were only part of her new life; the thing she adored most, above everything else, was that he genuinely treasured her.

The way he’d tenderly caress or kiss her belly, fondle and suckle her udder-like breasts, or simply hold her were to die for, but his lovemaking skills were absolutely unparalleled. As she was quick to discover, the hormones flooding her system elevated her libido to an unfathomable degree - still, being the sympathetic and doting mate that he was, Mkuu never left her wanting. Though he may have become slightly more gentle with her, keenly aware of their young within her, his ministrations left nothing to be desired.

Simply thinking about her adonic paramour sent an excited shiver up her spine and caused her hand to wander to her groin. His strength, good looks, and exquisite endowment were only rivaled by his compassion and romantic nature - sure, he could be kinky as all get-out, but she considered that the icing on the cake. Spreading her legs, sliding two fingers into her sex, she massaged her g-spot.

“Fuck,” Leech groaned, closing her book and setting it to the side.

Bouts of masturbation had become increasingly frequent for her, since she and her mate both had duties to attend to, but they only served as a bit of temporary relief. Once properly worked up, the only thing that would scratch her lustful itch was her lover and his big, meaty stallionhood. She had gotten a dildo for herself, for the times when he was absent, but even that wasn’t enough to fully satisfy her.

Bracing her legs, bucking up into her palm, she desperately sought to get herself off. Her free hand wandered to one slumped teat, pulling and lightly twisting upon the hoop of gold through her nipple. She’d been told that the piercings wouldn’t affect her lactation, or her foals’ ability to nurse, which allowed her to enjoy the adornments all the more freely. Closing her eyes, wondering when her stud would get done with his shift, she failed to notice the sound of softly approaching hooffalls.

Mkuu had expected his meeting with the Yakyakistani dignitary to last much longer than it had, but he wasn’t about to complain. The appointment was his last item for the day, and its relatively short duration allowed him to finish up almost an hour earlier than usual. Seeing himself up to his suite, eager to see his faithful mate, he slowed by the door. Considering there was a good chance she was napping, he didn’t want to barge in and disturb her - as such, silently peeking into the room, he was surprised to find her shamelessly getting off.

She was truly an amazing creature, and motherhood had done nothing but improve her looks. Her charm and alluring figure was magnified by her gravid state, mountainous rack, jewelry, and stripes, yet they were merely accents. Her wit and sultry nature were beyond provocative, winning him over and making him all the more proud that they’d created life together. Idling by the doorway, watching her softly pant and touch herself, his loins stirred.

Sneaking inside, moving as quietly as his titanic frame would allow, he silently undid the knot affixing his loincloth in place. Having worked nearly a full day, and been ruthlessly teased by his mistress that morning, he was definitely up for entertaining his mate. As he stroked himself off, his stallionhood swelled to its full, profound size. Some much needed stress relief could do them both a bit of good, yet he couldn’t help himself from giving her a small surprise.

“Enjoying yourself?” he purred.

The mare yelped and rolled to the side, startled by the sudden and wholly unexpected intrusion. Her huge tummy and immense breasts made the maneuver downright comedic, resulting in her unintentionally squishing her tits together, causing milk to spray over the sheets. Unable to control himself, shaking his head in amusement, he fought back a chuckle.

“Ha ha ha - very funny,” Leech groused, realizing a moment too late that the intruder was none other than her lover.

Glowering up at him, a subtle motion near his groin caught her attention. Her eyes wandered lower, ultimately settling on the swaying length of ebony flesh at his loins. That little annoyance she had evaporated in an instant, replaced by her insatiable hunger for his cock. With a small grunt, she heaved herself onto her back, splayed her legs, and clutched one massive mammary in each hand.

“You know, I could start charging you for my services,” Mkuu chuckled, crawling onto the bed and between her supple thighs.

Caressing his hip with her toes, watching him draw nearer, her muzzle split in a chin. “You’d charge your Queen for plowing her?”

“Queen of the sluts?” he mused, bringing the tip of his shaft to drooling marehood.

She locked her legs around him and drew him in, as he sank his cock into her. “Hush and give your Slut Queen what she needs,” she whispered, trembling in delight.

His stallionhood ground into her slowly, allowing her to relish every contour and snaking vein along its sizable length. No matter how many times they did it, regardless of which position he delved her silken depths, she never tired of the sensations he afforded. He was a god made manifest, the paragon of masculinity, and she’d somehow been lucky enough to bag him for herself. If or when the day came that he chose to share his bed with another, she couldn’t be bothered - after all, she knew she’d sunk the hooks in him.

Wrapping her legs around his hips, as he steadily seated the head of his length against her womb, she shuddered and clenched her marehood around him. His body loomed over her, vastly larger and more powerful than herself, yet she wasn’t afraid - if anything, the disparity between them made her appreciate him all the more. Lazily walking two fingers up his chest, over his shoulder, and to the back of his head, she pulled him towards her chest.

“Come to mama,” she sighed, pressing his snout against a milk-streaked, obsidian nipple.

Mkuu wrapped his lips around her teat, coating his tongue in the rich cream streaming from her bosom. Aside from physically looking the part, she’d undergone a gradual mental shift; she was still lustful to a fault, yet her carnal wants had become tinged with the maternal. Though he would have never guessed he’d develop a kink for being fawned over in such an affectionate way, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy it.

Draped over her expansive belly, he started thrusting - not the rough, desperate plunges he often favored, but the slow, methodical strokes of one making love. Ravishing her, plowing her with reckless abandon, had been fun, yet that time had passed; now that she was heavy with foal, their times of intimacy were oftentimes more tender. Reaching down, worming his arms under her back, he held her to himself.

Kissing his crown, breathing his scent, she ran her fingers through his mohawk. “What did I - Mmmmph - do to deserve you?”

“Besides giving yourself to me?” he countered, momentarily peeking up at her.

“I think you do most of the giving, considering you’ve probably donated gallons of spunk to me and my foal-factory already,” she giggled, leaning in and kissing his nose. “Now how about you make another deposit.”

Shifting his face back to her breast, rolling her head back, she closed her eyes. Her question hadn’t been rhetorical in the slightest. She considered herself immeasurably fortunate to have found such a magnificent stallion - doubly so, seeing as how he’d deemed her worthy of keeping. Flexing her legs, fixating on the wondrous feelings washing over her. His voice, scent, taste, beauty, and soft but firm touch were simply awe inspiring, comforting beyond belief, and she cherished every divine moment of his company.

Gradually increasing the speed and force of his plunges, angling them to best stimulate his lover, he savored her like a fine cuisine. Her soft moans of ecstasy were a delight, the embrace of her marehood was like molten silk, and her delicately feminine fragrance was intoxicating, spurring him onward. He wouldn’t have thought he’d fall for a pony, yet there he was snared in her web.

On and on they went, growing increasingly heated, with each attempting to please the other. Unlike the times after they’d met, succumbing to their bestial and baser urges, they took their time to enjoy it, reveling in what they’d become. Under the basking afternoon light, with a warm breeze blowing in through the open window, their souls intertwined.

“D...Don’t stop,” she stammered, feeling the telltale signs of release blossoming within her.

Her plea drove him onward, sending him closer to the edge. Rutting a mare was one thing, but the sensual act of consummating with her was different. Tightening his grip, with his churning balls slapping against her rump, his endurance waned. His stallionhood throbbed, with the head of his cock flaring to nearly double its normal size, as he rocketed towards release.

Sensing that his time was short, teetering on the brink herself, Leech launched forward and locked lips with him. Their tongues warred with one another, and their breath mingled, as they crossed the threshold together. Tears of unfettered joy streamed down her face, streaking her cheeks and dripping to the blanket, while he returned every ounce of her passion.

Seed flooded her quivering depths, and climactic nectar dribbled out of her stuffed entrance, yet they didn’t slow. Like many times before, and doubtlessly many times to come, the moment was magical beyond words, a culmination of what they’d become. While they were different in almost every conceivable way, when together, they formed something greater than the sum of their parts. They were a team, they were a couple, and they were soon to be proud parents of twins.

“Fuck - I love you so god damned much,” she wept, overwhelmed with emotion.

Bracing himself on one arm, Mkuu pushed himself up. “And I you,” he breathed, leaning in and hotly making out with her.

What they had was something new, something neither had experienced, and they wouldn’t trade it for the world. Each gave the other something they needed, though it had taken them some time to realize it. Though fate had brought them together, seemingly from nowhere, they belonged together, complemented one another, and they knew they’d be there for each other for ages to come, regardless of what mysteries, marvels, or misfortunes awaited them…