2/15/14

Hey diary, it's been a while.

Sorry it's been so long. The holidays just left me feeling kinda, well, really depressed.

My sister wrote back to me about her holiday, I wish I had been able to see her and our parents. I miss them all a lot.

Lily's and Turbulance's wedding went off without a hitch. She was so beautiful. He was so handsome. Their families were so nice. I'd like to say it was perfect. A beautiful bride, a handsome groom. Two hearts... Becoming one... With a bond that could not be undone...

They both were so happy.

It was the 2nd perfect wedding I've ever been a part of.

I hate to admit this... But I kept imagining it was ME standing there with Turbulance. ME saying our vows. ME throwing the baroque. And ME going off into the sunset to enjoy the rest of our lives together. It didn't help that by then Lily and Turbulance both noticed my stomach. Unfortunately, the maid of honor's dress didn't do as well as the maid's outfit to conceal it. They asked who the father was. I just told them it was complicated. I'm grateful they didn't press.

That was the last time I saw Lily.

She did send a post card, which was a photo of her and Turbulnce at the beach. They both looked so hot. I hate that I fantisized about them both that night, touching myself to their picture, imagining them both doing whatever they wants to me. A third wheel in their bed.

I don't know if it's because this pregnancy thing is just about over or what, but my labido is more wild then ever. Just my thighs rubbing together can get me off.

I still have no idea what I should do about the foal.

Part of me just wants to put it up for adoption. Part of me doesn't care anymore. After all, what are you supposed to do in a situation like this?

And there are plenty of single mares out there who would love a young foal to raise as their own.

I want to go back to being the old me, the stallion I was. I want my job back. I want to be back with my wife. I want to see my family again.

Any day now, and this nightmare will be over.

I just wished it would happened sooner rather then later.

I sent my wife a card and a necklace I was sure she would love for our anniversary.

Yeah, it's our wedding anniversary.

She never said anything back. I'm sure she's just busy.

I hate to admit this to you, diary, but nopony will ever read this; I celebrated our anniversary with a private session with myself after a nice, hot shower. I rubbed my whole body down with some lotion I picked up from the store. I ran a story in my head that it was MY and Turbulance's anniversary, and I had gotten all dolled up for him to do anything he wants with me. The doctor had told me that I was at the stage in the pregnancy where I was safe to have sex or, ehhem, use toys, so long as it wasn't one as long as my for arm. I purchased a nice rubber dildo, one that reminded me of Turbulance's cock, and once I was alone in the maid's quarters, I closed my eyes and let my mind go wild.

I tried to pretend it was Cadance and me having our rutt again, but things kept popping into my head and killing the mood. Like how she was rutting one or more other stallions other them me, how I might know them, they could he guards, ugh, or worse, Ritz. Or how it's kinda her fault I'm like this. Bloated, pregnate, alone.

Not wanting to ruine my night, I thought back to when I went to bed with Turbulance. How special he made me feel, how close we were, his gentle yet slightly forceful touch. His hands on my breast, his pulsing dick deep in me. I could feel his heart beat against mine as I closed the space between us and for a brief moment, out heart beats best as one. I pictured him bucking my brains out now that I had his foal. I even pictures Lily there with us. Her slender body in comparison to my muscular, more curvy body. The thoughts ran wild. I don't know if any other maids walked in on me, not like I haven't caught them doing the same thing. I wasn't exactly trying to hide what I was doing say for hiding under a thin sheet. They aouslnt need to take too many guesses as to what I was doing with my knees bent, on my back, moaning like crazy, panting, my whole arm jerking something hidden under the sheets, and the smell that filled the room. I orgasmed about 5 times before passing out, the dildo still in me when I work up.

Happy anniversary to me.

Author's Note

Anyone recognize the Easter eggs of this chapter?

Comment below if you do. There's two. One's kinda obvious