Impassioned Incubation

by Some Leech

Rating: mature
Tags: Kirins, Anthro, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Fetish, Romance, Porn, Sex, Random
Length: 5124

Stillwater never thought he'd find love - then again, he never thought he'd get knocked up by a big, sexy monster-pony...

There were many things that Stillwater thought was possible, but being impregnated and falling for a huge futa definitely wasn't one of them. Thoroughly bred and absolutely enchanted with his mate, he spends his time waiting for his clutch to arrive.

Kinks Include: Futa on Male, Mind Break, Transformation, Tentacles, Size Difference, MPREG (Male Impregnation), Pregnant Sex, Anal, Oral, Loads of Loads, and a happy Mother to Be!

StillWater belongs to Walls (Twitter @sllawsllawsllaw)
Mlemy belongs to Ylpmis

Artwork by Neoncel

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Published 2022-03-16 20:20:05 UTC
Last updated 2022-03-16 20:20:05 UTC

Nature Finds a Way

“Ah ah ah ah ah,” Stillwater repeatedly grunted, his diminutive frame lurching forward with every thrust from his gargantuan lover. Turning his head to the side, feeling a pair of slick, sinuous tendrils caressing his cheek, he was silenced by a duo of his mate’s tongues.

Though his eyes fluttered, he saw the smug grin plastered on the beast’s face. Impossibly tall, powerfully built, with a fang-filled maw, and endowed with an absolutely immense cock, Mlem was anything but any sort of regular mare. Be darned if he knew what she was, where she’d come from, or why she’d taken such a keen interest in him, but he wasn’t about to complain - how could he? After she’d claimed him, treating him more like a trophy than the small kirin that he was, he’d bent to her will.

As the twin tongues slipped down his gullet, swabbing his taut throat, a drop of pre-cum dribbled from his flopping stallionhood. Her sonorous, domineering growls, tightening grip on him, and the way the obscenely large knot at the root of her cock battered against his backdoor meant only one thing - she was close. Steeling himself, he braced his legs and pushed back against her - not out of defiance, but to cement his place as her mate.

With one final, unstoppable plunge, holding his hips tightly, she forced the girthy base of her throbbing length into him and triumphantly bellowed. The deafening roar would have caused him to flinch, had it not been for two things; first and foremost, he’d heard it several dozen times over the last month, as it heralded her release - secondly and more importantly, the sensation of her eggs filling him was a nearly mind-shattering experience. Tensing slightly, gagging around the tongues in his throat, he coated the blankets in his thin, watery seed.

Tied to his titanic lover, only vaguely aware of her bosoms pressed to his back, it was all Stillwater could do to heave air into his lungs. He couldn’t deny that his first few sexual experiences with her had been somewhat unpleasant, given the sheer size of her endowment and how vehement she could be with sexual affairs, yet he’d quickly grown to love it. The intensity of being owned by something so much more powerful than himself, how she almost objectified him, and the way she could and oftentimes did manhandle him were compelling enough, yet the best part was how affectionate she could be afterwards.

Feeling her shift, grabbing him around the chest and rolling him to his side, he wearily peered down his chest and to his abdomen. His belly was positively swollen with spunk and ovum, making him appear to be almost gravid, which brought a smile to his face. As far as he knew, Mlem was effectively mute, only able to utter growls and guttural snarls, yet her intentions were unmistakable; she planned on making him a mother.

As she withdrew her tongues into her muzzle, closing her bifurcated jaw, she draped her head over his shoulder and purred. She hadn’t expected to meet such a wondrous little broodmare traipsing about in the woods, nor had she any intention of paying him any mind, but his reaction to her had practically demanded she keep him - after all, there weren’t many ponies who didn’t run screaming from her, and fewer still who grew aroused by her presence. Holding him close, she absentmindedly caressed his distended stomach.

All but draping herself over him, she lovingly bucked her hips. She’d stumbled upon him while she was out foraging for berries and mushrooms nearly a month ago. In and of itself, running into someone in the secluded bit of forest was relatively rare, yet his reaction had taken her off guard. Unlike any other creature she’d ever encountered, running away like they’d seen a demon, he’d simply stared at her in open awe.

She’d initially thought he was in shock, too scared to move, but then she’d noticed several peculiarities that caught her interest. The way he shot fleeting glimpses at her weighty nuts and furry sheath had been a first for her, piquing her interest in turn. As she’d drawn closer, looming over the little kirin stallion, she had discovered something all the more interesting. Though it was subtle, he’d had the unmistakable scent of lust on him.

The revelation that she’d found someone who not only didn’t fear her but had a lecherous reaction towards her was a once in a lifetime opportunity, prompting her to act on the spot. Hefting him over one shoulder, immediately making him her priority, she’d returned home with her prize and began courting him in earnest. To her pleasant surprise, she had him wrapped around her finger in less than a day.

While she wasn’t intimately familiar with how many Equestrian societies functioned, she could have sworn that stallions weren’t typically submissive and demure - granted, she’d only seen a few dozen over the years, but none were as small and svelte as her little treasure. She’d had no plans to do anything too intimate with him that first night, but his fascination with her had forced her hands. After he’d finished exploring her body that fateful first evening, going so far as to suck her off, she’d rutted him and claimed him as hers.

One of the benefits of her kind was that they were capable of reproducing with virtually any creature that could accommodate them. Nomadic though they were, wandering away from their nests at a relatively young age, she’d learned from her mother that both males and females could successfully impregnate a mate. While stallions mated in a contemporary manner, sowing their seed within a mate, mares like herself had an evolutionary edge - they could implant their eggs into any receptive host.

Feeling him wriggle against her, she was shaken from her reverie. How and exactly why she’d been lucky enough to find herself with such a fantastic little mate was beyond her, yet she wasn’t about to question fate. As far as she was concerned, he was simply perfect; from his fluffy shamrock mane and brown coat to his diminutive stature and supple curves, there wasn’t a thing she’d change about him - heck, he’d even been nice enough to go into town to get her ice cream a handful of times!

Thinking of the frosty treat, her eyes wandered over to a cooler sitting at the opposite side of her den. She wasn’t normally one to cut spooning sessions short, especially after blowing a gargantuan load in her broodmare, but the temptation of a frozen dessert proved too much to bear. Rolling her hips back and removing her softened knot with a soft Pop, she pushed herself up and swung her legs off the side of the mattress.

“Why’d you…” Stillwater trailed off, seeing her stride over to the ice chest.

It hadn’t taken him long to figure out she had an almost fetishistic interest in ice cream, which was one reason why he’d volunteered to fetch her some on several occasions. Silently laying atop the mattress, watching her gracefully walk across the chamber, he sighed. While he may not have known what she was, he knew she was one of the most captivating creatures he’d ever met.

Strangely alluring, with a long, chartreuse mane and tail, she was a stunning beast - sure, her split lower jaw, fangs, trio of tentacle-like tongues, and her absolute behemoth of a cock had been a bit imposing at first, but her kind demeanor and silent charm had quickly one him over. Though it was true he’d been unsettled by her at first, it hadn’t long for her to show her true colors. After she’d carried him to her home, a spacious and oddly comfortable cave she lived in, she’d shown herself to be far more intelligent than he first assumed.

Her collection of comics and drawings spoke of a creative mind, while the cleanliness of her grotto showed she was far more than some wild animal. While her home was sparsely adorned, having only a simple bed and a rudimentary kitchen, it was well kept and cared for - still, as nice as the place was, he hadn’t been able to stop himself from making a few upgrades. All it had taken were a few trips to the nearest goodwill shop, some elbow grease, and a bit of her brawn to make a few improvements.

The addition of a few lights, run from a crystal generator, and some additional furniture had done wonders. Mlem had been overjoyed by his contributions, likely taking him as an even better homemaker than he was, and she’d been sure to let him know it. She’d been pretty affectionate ever since they met, yet she’d become downright clingy after he’d spruced her home up. Smiling at the memory, remembering all too well just how enthusiastically she’d broken in her new bed with him, he failed to notice her drawing nearer.

Plodding over to the bed, Mlem licked her ice cream drumstick and peered down at the slightly bloated kirin. She couldn’t say if their routine breeding sessions had borne fruit, but she had begun noticing subtle changes to her little lover. His once flat chest had started filling out nicely, developing into a pair of perky bosoms, and he’d put on a bit of weight. Peeking down at his ample hips and succulent backside, wondering just how curvy he’d eventually become, her semi-flaccid length twitched.

A sudden movement caught Stillwater’s eye, bringing his attention over to the looming amazoness. Smiling up at her, seeing her offer an ice cream sandwich, he shook his head and held up his hand. “I’m fine, thanks.”

She shrugged, wolfing down her cone before picking at the second treat’s wrapper. He’d never had much of a sweet tooth, only getting the occasional craving for something sugary, although there was something else she had that he wouldn’t mind helping himself to. His eyes wandered downward, past her rack and toned abdomen, before ultimately settling on her groin. Nearly as long as his forearm, thicker than his wrist, and sporting a massive bulb of a root, her equipment was as impressive and spellbinding as it was bizarre. Peering at her length, knowing all too well the rapture it could deliver, his well-trained pucker excitedly clenched upon itself.

Without being able to explain it, there was something almost intoxicating about her. As if her size and strength weren’t charming enough, her exotic, unfamiliar scent never failed to send shivers of excitement up his spine. Subconsciously inching towards the edge of the bed, bringing himself closer to her, he drew a deep breath through his nose. The rich, earthy aroma she gave off sang to him, drawing him in, and he was powerless to stop it.

Rolling to his belly and propping himself on one arm, he reached out and pawed at her hip. As far as he knew, she had some understanding of what he said, even if she couldn’t speak herself, but he had no need to say anything at all. As his fingers grazed her fur, she graciously took a long step forward and brought her nethers just before his snout.

Despite having just had the cum fucked out of him, with what felt like several dozen eggs gently jostling around in his gut, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting more. His eyes drifted closed, as he drew his tongue from the tip of her length to his massive root. The strong, bestial bouquet, filling his sinuses, was joined by the salty and bitter flavor of her unwashed member, as he licked her clean.

Biting the ice cream sandwich in half, Mlemy growled in approval. She certainly wasn’t opposed to getting a bit more amorous attention, and she certainly had no intention of hindering her lover’s enthusiasm, so she lowered her free hand and rested it on the back of his head. If he was wanting another round, as far as she was concerned, she’d be more than happy to oblige.

Before she’d been lucky enough to meet her mate, she’d gone ages without any sort of sexual attention - having said that, things took a dramatic turn after they’d become an item. Much to her enjoyable surprise, the horny horned strumpet seemed to have developed quite the appetite for pleasing her - that or he’d always been a giver. Waking up to blowjobs had become the norm, and there was rarely a night that they didn’t fuck like rabbits before going to bed, which was a delightful departure from the protracted dry-spell she’d been suffering through.

Her hand grasped the base of his skull, and she lightly drove her length into his maw, as she swallowed the remainder of her treat. Soft and remarkably skillful, his tongue lavished her sensitive tool. He was cute enough as it was, but the sight of his heavily-lidded eyes peering up at her, while his lips mopped her length, was profoundly arousing. Smiling to herself, noticing a subtle movement towards her lover’s rear, she shifted her focus.

Watching the kirin’s plush posterior contentedly swaying from side to side, blood surged to her cock. She honestly wasn’t sure if he was trying to entice her, or if he was simply happy to clean her cum-slathered dick - either way, the result was the same. Pulling his head to her crotch, she drove her shaft down his delectably snug gullet.

Though he’d only been with her for a few weeks, Stillwater had spent his time around her wisely. For starters, he’d learned just how to press her buttons, figuring out exactly how to get her worked up - secondly, he knew when she was about to get serious. Having filled his lungs with air, preparing to have his gullet swabbed, he seized the initiative and rammed his face forward. As his lips kissed her knot, with his nose less than an inch from her pubes, he lifted his arm and gently choked himself.

Considering he couldn’t breath anyways, giving a handjob while simultaneously choking on the she-stud’s shaft was the least he could do. There was something painfully arousing about submitting himself to her, a fact that she’d become all too aware of. Sadly for him, having hoped she’d take the reins and plow his face, the moment came to an all too abrupt end. Hearing her grunt, feeling her suddenly release him and withdraw, he peered up at her.

For a fleeting second, he wondered if he’d done something wrong, but that wasn’t the case. Spotting her toothy smirk, as she lazily spun a finger, a grin split his vacant muzzle. Without the slightest bit of hesitation, swiftly grabbing a pillow from beneath the headboard, he rolled onto his back and draped his head over the side of the mattress. Seeing the world turned upside down, watching her sidle over and straddle his face, he expectantly opened his mouth and lolled out his tongue.

As enjoyable as it was to serve her, nothing compared to when she took charge. Leaning forward slightly, smoothly slipping the tip of her length into his awaiting snout, she lightly twisted his sensitive nipples. Though she was far from his first lay, he could easily say that nobody he’d bedded had even come close to her carnal prowess.

Not only was she a well hung titan, but her domineering side, once properly roused, was the stuff of legends. The things she’d done to him, breeding him like it was her life’s mission, had been awe inspiring, and he found himself thankful that she’d taken him as her mate. Taking a deep breath, as she got into position, he peeked out at her ripe, weighty nuts.

Just like the rest of her, her balls were massive. Nearly as big as his clenched fist, the plump orbs were able to produce an insane amount of spunk, although she had one other trick up her exotic sleeve. It wasn’t until after she’d first fucked his brains out that he’d discovered she’d laid a number of eggs within him.

Most would have been unsettled by becoming an incubator, but not him - no, in fact, it was quite the opposite. While he often kept his somewhat odd sexual fantasies to himself, he’d often mused on what it would be like to get knocked up by someone. He’d always assumed the lustful dream would never come true, yet that hadn’t been the case. Almost as if the cosmos had made them the perfect match for one another, fate had drawn him to his lover.

Thrusting into his muzzle, watching the tip of her length press deeper and deeper into his upturned throat, Mlem opened her maw and lazily extended her trio of tongues. She would have been happy to let him pleasure her, moving at his own pace, had she not known about his borderline masochistic tendencies. Moving her hands from his chest to his wrists, holding his arms to his sides, two of her tendrils wrapped themselves around his budding teats and squeezed, while the third teasingly danced over his comparably little prick.

In all her years of wandering the land, not once had she met a male like her precious to-be broodmare. For all intents and purposes, he was a female, and she had every intention of siring a lineage with him. Steadily increasing her pace, repeatedly bumping her knot against his nose, she braced her legs and gave him a particularly hard thrust.

His enthusiasm, while appreciated, could only get him so far - as such, she was left to do most of the real work in the bedroom. Forcing the orange-sized base of her cock into his snout, diving it past his stretched lips, she set to jackhammering his face. He thrashed beneath her, cut off from air and teased by her trio of tongues, yet she did not relent.

It hadn’t taken her long to develop a taste for dominating him, pushing his physical limits, and she’d grown to love it more and more with every passing day. Something about using him to pleasure herself, or edging him for hours on end, was almost addictive! As she continued to rut his face, knowing she only had so much time to work with, she shifted her tongue from his throbbing, leaking dick to his backdoor.

The second her tentacle-like appendage pressed into him, expertly writhing against his oversized and hyper-sensitive p-spot, his throat tightened around her length. She almost felt bad for using him so harshly - almost. From what she’d gathered, noticing his hardest climaxes hit him after or while she was tormenting him, he absolutely loved the affectionate abuse. Drooling over him, with strands of saliva falling over his stuffed gullet, she savagely pulled on his nipples.

Stillwater couldn’t even gag, let alone moan out, while she pounded into his face. His lungs burned, his heart thundered like mad in his chest, and his petite stallionhood was so hard that if physically hurt, yet these were the moments he lived for. Being pushed right to the bring, wondering if it would be the one time he reached his breaking point, was paradoxically terrifying and thrilling to a fault.

Time passed, and his vision began to tunnel, as what little strength he had bled away. He hadn’t so much as touched himself, having only received the slightest bit of stimulation on his prick, but he was right on the edge, just a hair’s breadth away from cumming. Fighting tooth and nail to remain conscious, yearning for release, he felt her shift. Feeling her shift, stepping back and hauling her knot out of his maw, he weakly coughed and pawed at his neck.

“W...wha…” he murmured, seeing her plod away.

Just like that, as quickly as she’d started, she’d stopped. The sight of her retreating was as maddening as it was heartbreaking. She definitely hadn’t cum, and her tool was still fully erect, yet for some reason she’d decided to simply stop, walk away, and go sit on the sofa. Gazing over at her, unable to look away from her vividly colored, monstrous tool, he pushed himself up and rolled from the bed.

Though he tried to stand, his legs wouldn’t obey him - still, that didn’t stop him. Crawling across the chamber, on his hands and knees, he inched closer and closer to her. She didn’t look particularly upset, casually reading a comic on the couch, which meant he could probably get away with sucking her off. It was a bit hard to explain, but it simply didn’t feel right ending things on such a sudden and unsatisfying note.

Moving between her splayed legs, glancing between her face and her package, he licked his lips and rose up to a kneeling position. She only shot him the occasional, disinterested look, apparently finding more interest in her literature - that was, until he reverently fondled her balls. Her eyes moved down his body and to his hips, before she softly purred.

“You - Cough - you want this?” he quietly asked, shifting to the side and spanking his rump.

She slowly nodded, setting his heart aflutter. Without question, one of the best things about her was that she genuinely found him appealing. He could count on one hand the number of times that he’d been hit on by anyone, yet his mysterious lover had no reservations about making her intentions known. Being eyed up by her was downright empowering, inspiring him to be more brazen than he’d ever been.

Bracing one hand on her knee, he got to his feet on shaky legs. If she wanted to admire his bottom, especially if it meant getting bent over and screwed senseless, he would happily put on a little show for her. Turning away from her, bending at the waist, he reached behind himself and prized his buns apart. Though he couldn’t see it, he felt a trail of cum leak out of his ass, over his coin purse, and down his inner thigh.

“How’s that for a - Eeep!” he squeaked, as she playfully smacked his behind.

Petulantly scrunching his snout, feeling his face redden, he glared over his shoulder at her. It was a bit frustrating for her to not only stop their little romp, but the unexpected spank steeled his determination. Shuffling backwards, he seated himself on her lap and hot-dogged her length between the cheeks of his ass. If she thought she could get away with playing with him, she had another thing coming.

Lazily raising and lowering his waist, gliding her shaft between his buns, he smirked back at her. “Are you just gonna sit there and let me do all the work?” he cooed. Much to his chagrin, without skipping a beat, she grinned and nodded. “Fine…”

It wasn’t the first time he’d had to kick things off, and it likely wouldn’t be the last, but it was a bit annoying - not because he didn’t like doing it, but because his weakened limbs barely wanted to obey him. Raising his hips, he reached back, guided the spear-like tip of her cock to his entrance, and steadily impaled himself. Try as he might, feeling her divine length stretching open his cum and egg filled tush, he couldn’t help but whimper.

Happily humming to herself, Mlemy enjoyed the show. It was all too simple to trick him into doing what she wanted, without so much as saying a word, and she doubted it would ever get old or tiresome. Watching her shaft gradually disappear into his rump, watching his eyes roll back, she fought back the urge to help him. Since he wanted it so badly, she wouldn’t mind the show of him fucking himself on her.

Up and down, up and down - seeing his stuffed behind inching towards her knot was hypnotic. She’d met mares who’d be jealous of his backside, being both large and exceptionally soft, and she had no doubt that he’d fill out more with time. Walking two fingers up his back, eventually reaching his shoulder, she clutched his collar with one hand.

“What are you…” his question died in his throat, as she pulled him downward.

Given that they’d just fucked a short time ago, and that his ass was pre-lubed with her cum, the act of knotting him was almost laughably easy. Only stopping when the fat base of her dick was firmly lodged within him, feeling his legs buckle and give out, she shot forward and wrapped her arms around him. He may have been her plaything, but that didn’t mean she didn’t care deeply for him.

“T...thanks,” he stammered.

Reclining onto her chest, with his head sandwiched between her bosoms, he’d hoped to have a moment to recover. Having something the size of a baseball crammed into your behind wasn’t what he’d call easy under any circumstances, despite the ease with which she’d knotted him, and so he’d expected a bit of a breather. Sadly for him, his hopes were set a bit too high for his mate.

Having only just gotten comfortable, she released his chest, grabbed his knees, and ponderously stood to her full height. For someone to move while having another impaled on their dick should have been a difficult maneuver to pull off for anyone, but the hulking she-stud wasn’t anyone. In the blink of an eye, catching him completely unawares, his legs were spread and pulled upward, his arms were pinned to his chest, and a trio of tongues were securely fastened around his torso, neck, and upper limbs.

It was all he could do to crane his neck and gaze up at her, being so thoroughly immobilized so quickly. He knew the position almost immediately, having read raunchy stories and seen illustrations about it, yet he hadn’t thought that he’d ever get to experience it. Trapped in a full nelson, with nearly a foot of cock rearranging his insides, he spontaneously came.

Mlem’s eyes narrowed, hearing him mewl and seeing him jizz over the floor. She figured he’d like the new position, but she would never have guessed that he’d like it that much. Aroused by the notion that she could make him climax so quickly, wondering how many more loads she could fuck out of him, she steadied herself, laced her fingers behind his neck, and started rutting him with every bit of strength she could muster.

The sensation of her girthy root repeatedly popping in and out of his slack, cum-leaking hole was almost as amazing as the sounds he made. His throaty, whorish moans mingled with the Plap Plap Plap of her hips impacting his pillowy rear, crafting a debaucherous symphony. As she raised and lowered his slender frame, seeing his prick flail and sling spunk to the stony floor, she kissed his ear.

Whether he knew it or not, he was and would always be hers. After he’d birthed a few dozen litters, even if he wasn’t thoroughly devoted to her, there wouldn’t be a soul alive who could satisfy him like she could. She was going to mold his body to her wishes, making him even more perfect than he already was, and he was going to truly love her by the end of it.

The tips of two of her tongues danced over his petite breasts, squeezing and massaging his soft flesh. It wouldn’t be long before he’d start producing milk for their unborn young, and his tits would only grow larger after that. Wholly ignoring his minuscule dick, she altered the angle of her thrusts to better crush his prostate. If he wasn’t a complete and utter bottom bitch before he’d met her, he sure as heck was going to be afterwards.

Leveling every ounce of her considerable strength against him, fucking him like it was the last day of his life, she bucked upwards while slamming him down. His rapturous squeals were as rewarding as they were sinful, fanning the flames of her passion and driving her onward. While she may have just filled him a short time ago, the combination of his wanton desires and her own thirst for carnal conquest saw her skyrocketing towards release.

Stillwater’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his toes curled, and his mind went blank, as wave after wave of pure, unfettered rapture consumed him. Somehow, as unbelievable as it was, each orgasm bled into the next, erasing his refractory period and reducing him to little more than a warm, juicy hole to be fucked. Wholly at her mercy, he peered down and watched the imprint of her cock appearing and disappearing within his belly.

Being so shamelessly used, plowed like a mere fuck-toy, tapped his deepest, darkest desires. She was the first creature to ever objectify him in such an unbecoming manner, yet her feelings for him went deeper than that. On the few occasions when they went into town with one another, she’d always treated him with respect, doing nothing more scandalous than holding his hand or pecking his cheek, but that all changed when they were away from the public eye. She was his Queen, and he lived to serve her.

While he had no way of knowing how long she’d been at it, weaving in and out of consciousness, although he eventually noticed that something was amiss. There was more light, a light breeze graced his fur, and there was the distant sound of birds chirping. Languidly lifting his head, he only then realized they’d moved out of the cavern and into the open air. The revelation that they were outside was troubling enough as it was, but seeing the town in the distance, realizing they were slowly moving towards the small settlement, broke something inside him.

He weakly laughed, wracked with ecstasy and suffering through his climax. Though what little seed he’d had was long since been expended, the bliss of release was just as intense as ever. Bouncing with every step she took, doing what he could to squeeze around her pistoning length, he slipped into a delirious nirvana.

With her muzzle split in a rictus grin, Mlem continued strolling down the path. It wouldn’t be long before all of her lover’s friends, former coworkers, and family all knew him for what he’d become - the expectant mother of an entire brood of her young. It didn’t matter what anyone else thought of him, or said behind his back, because he was everything to her, and she knew that they would soon have a wonderful family together…