The Ties that Bind

Feeling a weight settle upon him, Mkuu sharply inhaled and cracked an eye. Being suddenly and unexpectedly awakened wasn’t exactly ideal, but his drowsy mind did what it could to rouse itself. It was Saturday, so far as he knew, so there was no reason for him to be getting up so early - unfortunately, his live-in mistress seemed to have other plans. Feeling the hot, supple, and deliciously moist sensation of his lover’s marehood grinding against his flaccid length, he grinned.

“Someone’s needy this morning,” he wearily intoned, peeking up at her.

Seeing her lean back, giving him a superb view of her swollen belly, udder-like breasts, and impish smile, his stallionhood eagerly twitched. Impending motherhood was a very compelling look for her, with or without her Zebrican-themed embellishments, though the stripes, jewelry, and her pierced ears, all homages to whom she belonged, elevated her beauty to a nigh-unfathomable level. Content to see what she had in mind for him, seeing as how she’d interrupted his well-deserved sleep, he watched her sway her leaking bosoms from side to side.

“Care for some breakfast?” she softly giggled, hefting one titanic mammary in each hand.

His little smirk, paired with his length twitching against her sopping wet nethers, was all the encouragement she needed. Sliding forward, dragging her snatch over his cock, she leaned in and brought one tit to his rising head. As his dark, full lips latched around her teat, eagerly suckling her milk, a tingle of pleasure coursed through her.

Though it was a relatively recent development, she’d quickly grown to love the feeling of being nursed upon. Rocking her hips forward and back, relishing the sensation of his hardening stallionhood against her, she bit her lip. She had no idea how other mothers dealt with maternity, but her ordinarily high sex-drive had become nearly insatiable.

Creeping up his chiseled frame, allowing the tip of his shaft to spring between her ample thighs, she swiftly reversed course and kissed her drooling sex against the blunted tip of his dick. While she would have preferred him to take the initiative, grabbing her hips and ramming his cock into her, she was not above getting things started. Slipping one hand behind his head, supporting herself on one arm, she pulled his face into her boob while impaling herself on him.

As he stretched her open, feeling every glorious vein and ridge along his godly tool, she subconsciously groaned. Even if there were bigger, more heavily endowed stallions in the world, she doubted there was anyone who could rival her stud. From his distinct mohawk to his pedicured toes, each and every part of him was perfect, as if the heavens themselves had crafted and gifted him to her.

Slowly leaning back, keeping her one bosom held to his lips, she found herself at an impasse; either she could fully commit to riding him, unlatching him from her breast in the process, or she could half-assedly fuck him and hope he’d get riled up enough to screw her knocked-up brains out. Hesitantly choosing the latter option, enjoying the pleasure and relief of having the pressure eased from her breast, she languidly moved her lower half forward and back. Despite only milking the first few inches of his member, the exquisite fullness he afforded was enough to satisfy her - at least, for the time being.

Mkuu had been with his little broodmare for long enough to know when she was needy, which was nearly all the time, yet he’d grown fond of testing her patience. Much like training an animal, giving the lustful pony what she wanted was counterintuitive and would lead to little more than her expecting his affection. If she craved his attention, she was going to have to work for it, even if he really didn’t mind indulging her.

One benefit of his tutelage was that his personal harlot had quickly learned exactly what it took to earn his favor, adding the knowledge to her already considerable carnal skill. As reluctant as he was to admit it, there were few, if any females he’d been with who could contest with her sensuality, grace, and unquestionably provocative nature. Bucking his hips ever so slightly, giving her a small reward for her efforts, he felt her shiver atop him.

“Tell me, once you’ve birthed our foals, what would you have me do with you?” he mused, momentarily pausing from suckling her breast.

It may have seemed like an odd question, but he was genuinely curious to hear her answer. She’d permanently marked herself as a zebra devotee, and their children would undoubtedly bear hallmarks of his kind, so anyone she came across would instantly know where her preferences for stallions lie - that being said, she’d never explicitly said her ultimate intentions. For all he knew, he may be little more than another notch in her doubtlessly expansive list of sexual conquests.

Grinding to a halt, Leech peered down at his face. “Seriously?”

He nodded once, smiling up at her all the while. The question struck her as odd, given the timing, but it was one she’d increasingly dwelled on over the past few months. Truth be told, she’d had every intention of continuing her wanderings throughout Equestria, prior to meeting her striped Adonis, yet that desire had slowly waned. Her time with him had brought her some of the happiest moments she’d had in months - no, years.

She’d never given much thought to settling down, though he’d changed her mind on the matter. The fact that they were expecting two kids, the way he looked after her, and his charming personality were all damn compelling points to stay with him - that is, if he’d keep her. It hadn’t taken her long to figure out he preferred his females to be servile and obedient, the former of which came naturally to her, but that didn’t necessarily mean he meant to maintain or elevate their questionable relationship.

Pushing herself up and into a kneeling position, hilting him within her depths, she met his eyes. “Marry me…”

He’d felt certain that she’d give some flippant answer, possibly suggesting that he keep her as a pet, so he was taken aback by her earnest response. For her to ask something so grand of him was bold - even foolish, yet he couldn’t deny how attached he’d become to her. She was a breath of fresh air, fine company, and her sexual prowess was some of, if not the best he’d ever experienced. Reaching out and resting his hands on her hips, delicately caressing her soft coat, he maintained eye contact.

“And what makes you think I, a Zebrican ambassador, would find a simple pony worthy of being my bride?” he countered, keeping his tone cool and impassive.

Haughtily gyrating atop him, clamping down around his shaft, she smirked. “Because I’m the best lay you ever had, you know you like having me around, and I’ll do everything I can to please you and our little family,” she whispered. “Admit it, we were made for each other.”

Opening his mouth to reply, keen on giving a pithy rebuttal, Mkuu found himself speechless. For a female of any species, let alone a pony, to make such a fearless declaration was unheard of, yet the conviction of her words fanned the flames of his passion. He could tell that she’d meant what she said, that much was certain, but it wasn’t until that moment that he fully comprehended just how deeply he cared for her.

“Brazen,” he murmured, thrusting into her and nearly setting her off balance. “You’re a brazen and impetuous whore.”

“But - Fuck - I’m your whore,” she grunted, throwing her not insubstantial weight upon him. “And you love it.”

Their battle of wills, juxtaposed by their roles, swiftly escalated to an all too real conflict of their bodies. He was the stud, and she was the vixen; two parts of a whole, yet wildly different in a great many ways. Smirking at one another, launching into a furious session of lovemaking, each struggled for dominance in their own unique way.

“I have half a mind to - Mmmph - put a leash on you and keep you by my side - when you’re not locked in my room,” he growled, lifting and bracing his legs.

Resting her hands on his knees, she flashed her teeth at him. “Afraid that some other stud will steal me away?”

Though their banter was harsh and condescending, each somehow knew what the other was thinking - neither was leaving the other’s side. They’d given each other something they wanted - something they needed - companionship and the opportunity to build a legacy. Moving in tandem, with Leech slamming her ass down as Mkuu thrust up to meet her, their bodies collided.

“So how about it,” she whispered, pawing at her chest, “you want to make it official?”

“On one condition,” he breathed, growing motionless, “when I want to sire another foal, and I will want to sire more heirs, you will unquestionably surrender yourself to my wishes.”

Though she was impeded by her swollen abdomen, and the pair of children within, she bent forward and brought her nose to within an inch of his snout. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, my Lord.”

Lifting his head, maintaining eye contact, he caressed her legs. “After you’ve birthed our young, we shall have a grand Zebrican ceremony.”

“Oh?” she chirped. “And what would that entail?”

“I will carry you to my home village and parade you through town naked, while I gather my kin and tribe. Once everyone is assembled, you will swear your life and womb to me, promising to serve me until your last breath, before I ritualistically breed you and claim your womb.”

The notion of another exibitionistic insemination set her heart pounding and mouth watering, yet she didn’t look away. “And if anyone questions why you’re marrying an inferior, slatternly pony?”

His hands drifted up to her belly, tenderly stroking the taut skin. “They wouldn’t be foolish enough to question me…”

As innocuous as it was, his statement made Leech swoon. She’d known he cared for her, and enjoyed her company, yet the romantic implication of his words didn’t escape her. His offer meant that he really did want to be with her, to the point where he would confront any naysayers of his kind. Lifting one leg, unsheathing his length from her confines, she dismounted and turned to the side.

“I only have one small request,” she cooed, easing her considerable breasts down to the mattress.

Pushing himself up, watching her arch her back, he piqued a brow. “And what, pray tell, would my faithful concubine ask of me?”

“That our children have what I never did - a proper upbringing, a decent education, and a pair of loving parents to look after them,” she hummed, invitingly swaying her hips at him.

Her demand was remarkably humble, though not terribly surprising. Considering she’d shared tales of her youth, having grown up on the streets without a family, it made sense that she would wish for their foals to be raised in a supportive, nurturing environment. If she was half as good of a mother as she was a strumpet, he felt certain they’d be fine - still, it moved his heart to think she’d place them before any petty wants.

Rising to his knees, he shuffled up behind her and steadily sank his turgid shaft into her awaiting, perfectly presented snatch. Her welcoming depths embraced him, the lock to his key, as he gradually sheathed his entirety within her. Pony or not, the comfort and bliss she afforded was undeniable, easily as good or better than any he’d had before, yet he’d become far more enchanted with the clever, charming young mare that she was.

Leech groaned, wriggling one hand under herself to rub at her clit. His magnificent stallionhood was as sublime as ever, testing her limits and hitting all the right spots, but the gratification of knowing she would become his bride was even more satisfying than the physical pleasure he delivered. While she would have eagerly taken a more active roll, enthusiastically rocking back to meet him, carrying around twins, and the lethargy brought on by it, had dulled her typically spirited affection.

As he started thrusting, bumping against her womb, she felt one of their foals gently kick. Heaven help her if they were as rambunctious and demanding as their father, but she wasn’t all that concerned. Knowing he’d be there to help her raise them, acting as the foundational pillar of their family, her mind was at ease. Constricting on his backstrokes, kneading his steadily pistoning shaft, her eyelids drifted closed.

After an entire lifetime of searching, she’d finally found her true spot in the world. Confidant, lover, and soon-to-be mother of a pair of half-breed children, her life had come to revolve around her striped stud. Shuddering, feeling his thick medial scrape against her g-spot, her fingers caressed his stallionhood.

The view of her jiggling tush, back, and mountainous breasts, all anointed with bands of enchanted paint, was flawless, subconsciously inspiring him to gradually increase his pace. His weighty nuts slapped against her fingers, as his hips smacked against her upturned rump and plush thighs. Though she had put on a few pounds during her pregnancy, gaining softer curves, a much larger bust, and fuller waist, he actually found her even more appealing than she had been before.

Moving harder and faster with every passing second, caving to his bestial urges, he snorted. It really didn’t matter whom he chose to devote himself to, and if any of his coworkers, family, or tribe were foolish enough to question him, he would put them in their rightful place. She was his and, though he’d only reluctantly come to terms with it, he was hers. Hearing her stifle a joyful moan, angling his cock to better stimulate her, his motions quickened.

Her fingers practically flew over the delicate bud above her stuffed entrance, as she sensed him starting to throb. Climaxing before or after him was all well and fine, but reaching her peak alongside him was something special - something she always tried to achieve. As the head of his tool swelled in size, all but trapping itself within her, she took a shuddering breath.

“Cum with me,” she whimpered, “please.”

He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about her words resonated within him. While they’d done it many times before, in all manner of positions and places, this time was different; it was like something on an incorporeal level had clicked between them. Teetering on the brink, lowering his chest to her back, he extended an arm, cradled her chin, and gently guided her up. As she shakily lifted herself, turning her head to face him, he brought his muzzle to hers.

“I love you,” he faintly, yet firmly sighed.

The admission heralded their release, as they locked lips and climaxed in tandem. His seed rushed through his pulsing shaft, bathing her interior and filling her canal, while her marehood convulsed around him. Though her sex nearly corked by his endowment, a heady cocktail of his essence and her nectar seeped from her cunt, trailing down one thigh and pattering to the blankets. It was a moment of sheer ecstasy, both physical and mental, and it wouldn’t have happened had they not accepted their feelings for one another.

“I hope you know that I won’t stop breeding you until you give me a son,” he huffed, pecking her cheek.

Squeezing his length, relishing the warmth of his spunk, she snickered. “You better not stop breeding me at all, but I’m hoping for a daughter.”

Playfully bucking his hips, causing jizz to squirt around his softening stallionhood, he chuckled. “Then I guess we’ll have to keep trying until we’re both satisfied.”

“So long as it’s with you, I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she muttered, kissing him back…