Preordained

As happy as Leech was to have found such a wonderful stallion, her life had been turned upside down since Tidbit had walked in on her and Light making love. On one hoof, Light had insisted she stay with him - on the other, the poor stud had been put through hell. She’d caught the couple quarreling at least a dozen times over the last week, and she wouldn’t be surprised if they’d had more arguments that she wasn’t aware of, but the end result was the same - his wife was leaving him and moving out.

It was nice to have a roof over her head, yet she couldn’t shake the guilt of what she’d caused. Though Tidbit was far from an ideal wife, neglecting her husband and her duties in his bakery, it was no doubt shocking to discover he’d moved on to greener pastures. In spite of how uncomfortable the situation was, having been the catalyst in a rather severe breakup, there was one thing she was determined to keep doing - comforting Light and doing everything in her power to see him through his impending divorce.

Aside from having a permanent residence, no longer having to crash in hostels or hotels, her life was nearly unchanged. She went to work with Light every morning, helped out in the bakery where she could, and cherished every minute she got to spend with the big, kindhearted stud - still, despite her best efforts, she could tell everything was taking a toll on him; he was still as friendly and affectionate as ever, but there was a weariness he couldn’t seem to shake. Undeterred, she doubled down and did everything she could to cheer him up - not just because of his ending relationship, but because he deserved to be happy.

As yet another day in his shop drew to a close, having flipped the Open sign to Closed, she straightened her mane and trotted back toward the kitchen. There wasn’t much she could give him, being practically penniless, yet she’d kept an ace up her nonexistent sleeve. Even though she couldn’t buy him anything, there was something special she’d been wanting to do with him for weeks, and this evening was as good as any to lay it on him.

“Light,” she called, peeking in on the towering stallion, “do you have any plans for this afternoon?”

Hanging his apron from the wall, Light shook his head. “Nothing in particular, no.”

If there was one word he could use to describe the past few weeks, ever since Tidbit had found out about his tryst, it would be resigned. All the stresses of his day to day life were all still there, but now he had to worry about what the future held for him. He was due to be formally divorced in less than a month, he would have to sell his house, and he genuinely couldn’t say if he’d be able to keep his bakery open for business. Everything considered, it was a low point in his life - a low point with one silver lining.

Turning and looking over at Leech, seeing her expectantly waiting for him, he couldn’t hold back a small smile. While it was true that she’d been the spark that undid his marriage, it really wasn’t her fault; considering how things with his wife had been gradually falling apart, it would have only been a matter of time until he and his betrothed parted ways - nevertheless, his affair had started a chain of events which he had no control of stopping. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, dislodging the unsavory thoughts from his mind, he turned to the cheerful, awaiting mare.

“I’m guessing you wanted to do something before we head home?” he inquired, slipping his shoulder bag around his neck.

“If you don’t mind, yeah,” she hummed, spinning in place and marching toward the exit.

Following along after her, he knit his brow. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Nope!” she chirped, holding the front door open for him. “Consider it a little surprise.”

Stopping just outside, having turned off the lights, he locked the door and smirked over at her. “By all means,” he chuckled, waving a hoof, “lead the way.”

The little unicorn grinned over her shoulder at him, as she started trotting down the sidewalk. He’d never been able to put his hoof on it, but there was something special about her. Despite all the trials she’d been through, having spent a large portion of her life as a homeless drifter, she somehow maintained an air of positivity - that’s not to say she couldn’t get annoyed or melancholic, but she was almost always in a good mood. Subconsciously eyeing her tush, watching her ample hips sway from side to side, he averted his gaze and looked down at the sidewalk.

He knew he’d fucked up with his wife, but he felt even more guilty for dragging Leech into the mess. If he hadn’t had a moment of weakness, succumbing to his sexual urges, he wouldn’t have had to deal with all the legal and emotional ramifications of cheating - that said, had he not fooled around with Leech, he’d likely end up stuck in an unhappy marriage for years or longer. Only occasionally lifting his gaze, ensuring he was staying behind his guest, he couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen to either of them.

Any reasonable stallion would have kicked his mistress out and pleaded for his wife’s forgiveness - then again, he guessed he wasn’t all that reasonable. Without his help, Leech would still be on the streets, doing Celestia knows what just to get by, and he couldn’t bring himself to let that happen. He’d given her shelter, a job, and companionship - in return, she brought joy into his life. If there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he wasn’t going to abandon her.

Since he’d agreed to sell the house he and Tidbit owned, splitting the value with her, he’d have to start looking for somewhere to live. If he was lucky, he’d be able to find a little fixer upper for himself to snatch up. Even if he wound up buying a smaller home that needed some repair work, at least he’d have somewhere for him and his marefriend to stay - that is, if she’d be willing to stay with him. As he lifted his gaze, catching her peeking back at him, his smile waned.

He’d been meaning to ask her if she’d continue to be with him, but he hadn’t found the right time to do it; everytime he thought about bringing the subject up, something would distract him or, more often than not, he simply got anxious. The stress of losing his home and his wife had probably taken years off his life, yet the thought of losing Leech was somehow worse. Lost to a whirlwind of thoughts and worries, mindlessly following along after the mare, he didn’t even realize they’d moved through the suburb until she came to a halt.

“Well,” she began, spinning around to face him, “here we are.”

Light looked around and took note of the small cobblestone bridge resting beneath them. “And where is here?”

Giving a small shrug, Leech closed her eyes, lifted her head, and drew a deep breath through her nose. “Believe it or not, this was one of my first apartments,” she quietly stated, only eventually looking over at the massive baker. Seeing the confused look on his face, her cheer wavered. “I stayed under this bridge for a winter when I was a filly.”

The stallion took a step back, his eyes widening. “You’re kidding me ~ right?”

“Nope, it wasn’t exactly as fun as camping in somepony’s backyard, but I managed to make it,” she weakly laughed, recalling the cold nights and blustering wind.

“How? Didn’t anypony come looking for you?” he asked, a mixture of pity and shock on his face.

“Somepony would come snooping around every so often, but I always managed to give ‘em the slip,” she smugly replied, shooting him a wink.

Scrunching his nose, he trotted over to the side of the bridge and peered over the railing. The structure spanned a babbling brook, the archway underneath was quite small, and he could understand how somepony could hide undetected from passersby. Confused, surprised, and a bit impressed with her bravado, he decided to give himself another look at where she’d apparently hidden - not because he didn’t believe her, but because he couldn’t understand how somepony, much less a filly, could survive in such a place. Trotting off the bridge and onto the embankment, he made his way to the underpass.

Moving down the bank, he slowed as he reached the underside of the bridge. To his surprise, the covered area was much larger than he would have presumed. The archway overhead provided roughly twenty feet of cover from the elements, protecting anypony from any rain or snow, while the foundation, which was inset into a hill, acted as a windbreak. As fascinating as the discovery was, a pang of sympathy resonated within him.

“Home sweet home,” she mused, past him. Stopping at the center of the stone wall, directly under the middle of the road, she beamed. “I can’t believe this is still here!”

Moving closer to her, following her gaze, he squinted. “What’s…” he trailed off, seeing what held her attention.

Chiseled on a large stone, faded but clearly visible, was a crude drawing of a pony and a name - Leech. He hadn’t doubted her tale for a second, but actually seeing proof that she’d been there before made his heart ache. Without saying a word, he faced her, stepped forward, and pulled her into an embrace.

“I’m…I’m so sorry,” he whispered, affectionately stroking her back.

“Hey hey hey -” she tutted, wriggling away and gently pushing him back, “I didn’t bring you here to make you feel bad, so rein in the pity party.”

More perplexed than ever, he cocked his head. “Then why did you bring me here?”

“Because I wanted to show you that if I could get through rough patches in life, so can you,” she merrily remarked. “And that I’ll do everything I can to help you through this. Seeing as how it’s my fault you’re dealing with a breakup, being there for you is the least I can do.”

Light shook his head, lifting a forehoof to adjust his glasses. “No, it’s my fault. I could have just turned down your advances, or just given you some bread and wished you luck, but I didn’t - I…I got attached.”

“Well it’s mostly my fault,” she halfheartedly snickered. “Anyways, yeah, you’re not going to go through this alone. I’ll be right by you until you’re in a better spot.”

“And then?” he breathed, meeting her eyes.

She paused, seemingly taken off guard by the question. “After you get through this shit-show, I really don’t know. If you think it would be best for me to move on, I’ll -”

“I don’t want you to move on,” he interrupted, inching closer to her. “Leech, I really like having you around. You’re sweet, witty, and it’s like all my problems just disappear when you’re with me.”

Opening and closing her mouth, yet not making a sound, Leech was taken aback by his admission. They were around one another constantly, practically from sunup to sundown, yet this was one of the first times he’d been so forward with his feelings - at least vocally. Clearing her throat, feeling her cheeks darken, she held a hoof to her muzzle.

“I…I mean, if it counts for much, I like you a lot too,” she uneasily admitted.

While she could nonchalantly deal with sex and intimacy, two things which most ponies fumbled with, dealing with emotional issues had always been a struggle for her. Breaking eye contact, she glanced over to the small stream - that was before a massive hoof came to rest on her shoulder. Peeking over, seeing him smiling down at her, she felt the breath hitch in her throat.

“I just want you to know, regardless of what happens between us, you won’t ever have to resort to this,” he murmured, craning his head and inspecting the bridge overhead. “Nopony should have to live like this, especially a lovely young mare like yourself.”

Her blush deepened, turning her face beet red, and a feeling of faintness passed over her. She could tell by his tone that he wasn’t merely flattering her, telling her something to butter her up, and she wasn’t sure how to reply to his promise. Closing her eyes and trotting to him, she pressed her face into his broad, furry chest and smiled.

“Thank you,” she sighed. “I really don’t deserve such a gentle giant.”

“No,” he corrected, inching back and lifting her chin to face him, “my ex didn’t deserve me, but you do.”

The assertion was more than she could stand, testing the limits of her fortitude, and she acted without thinking. A light giggle escaped her, blossoming into a hearty laugh, as she stepped away from him. “I guess we’re both a couple of fuck-ups ~ eh?”

Holding back his mirth, he tussled her shaggy mane. “I guess we are, yeah…”

He hadn’t know what to expect from his little excursion with her, but the tender moment had simultaneously lifted his spirits and increased his respect for her. While he did feel terrible that she’d gone through something so doubtlessly unpleasant, it helped him put things into perspective; if she could survive while living somewhere so inhospitable, he felt certain he’d be alright. Looking up at the clouded sky, remembering that it was supposed to rain that evening, he motioned for her to follow him.

“Come on, let’s get home before we get wet,” he urged, trudging up the embankment.

“Just so you know,” she snickered, scampering up to his side, “when I’m around you, it’s hard for me not to get wet.”

Hopeless pervert or not, she always had just the right thing to say to make him smile. As he reached the unpaved street, turning in the direction of the city, he trotted toward his home. Even if it didn’t end up sprinkling, they really did need to get back to his house. They had a long walk ahead, they’d finished up the leftovers in the refrigerator the night before, and he still had to box up all of Tidbit’s belongings - since she had refused to collect them herself. As the wind steadily picked up, he and his guest broke into a canter.

The trip home took longer than he’d expected, since Leech’s little hideaway had been in the opposite direction of his house, and it took nearly an hour to get there. Unfortunately for the both of them, by the time they got to their destination, it had started pouring. They were both absolutely soaked when they reached the stoop of his porch, but that didn’t bother him nearly as much as noticing all the lights were on. Trying the front door, finding it unlocked, his spirits instantly dropped.

Noting his concern, Leech quirked a brow. “Something wrong?”

Light inspected the door, looking for any signs of a forced entry. Everything seemed fine, yet that did little to reassure him. Tidbit had shown up to speak with him, likely having expected to find him after work, if he had to make an educated guess. Poking his head inside, looking and listening for any signs of life, he glowered and withdrew.

“Can you go upstairs and hang out in my room for a bit? I don’t think there’s a problem, but I want to make sure,” he remarked, opening the door and motioning to the stairway.

Leech slowly nodded, warring with the notion to disobey him. She wasn’t a genius by any means - then again, it didn’t take a genius to figure out his soon to be ex-wife was probably inside getting her stuff or waiting for them. As badly as she wanted to stay by his side, providing what little emotional and moral support that she could, she realized it would probably be for the best that she not be present for a confrontation.

If Tidbit was there, it would take everything she had to restrain herself and not give the mare a piece of her mind. From everything she’d learned, his betrothed was beyond worthless, having essentially abandoned his business and neglected him on a physical and emotional level, and the thought of her made her temper flare. Only begrudgingly making her way to and up the stairs, it was all she could do to silently keep her hooves crossed and wish him luck.

It really would be for the greater good that she just take a shower, dry off, and wait on his bed for him, but her curiosity inevitably got the better of her. As she saw himself into his room, after ensuring the chamber didn’t have an unwanted visitor, she stepped inside and pulled the door nearly closed behind herself. Even if she couldn’t be with him, she could sure as hell listen on whatever happened - if anything happened at all.

Sure enough, after a minute or two passed, she could hear talking from downstairs. Be damned if she could tell what was being said, but it didn’t sound like any sort of a heated argument. With her curiosity mounting, she fought against the urge to creep out and eavesdrop from a closer location. It wasn’t her fault that she wanted to defend him - not after everything he’d done for her. Little did she know, at that very moment, she was the subject of the shattered couple’s conversation.

“I’m guessing your little whore is upstairs,” Tidbit snidely remarked, squirting over at the behemoth stallion.

“For starters, she’s not a whore - secondly, what business is it of yours? You said you were going to leave, so leave,” he groaned, pinching the bridge of his snout. “It’s not like you’ve wanted to be here for a long, long time anyways…”

The mare irately stamped a hoof and leered over at him. “Don’t you take that tone with me. I’m not the one who threw away a marriage over a fling.”

“It’s not a fling,” he growled, locking eyes with her. “She actually cares about me and makes me feel important - things you haven’t done in years.”

“Don’t give me that shit, I wouldn’t have stayed with you if I didn’t care,” she barked.

Screwing his eyes shut, Light took a deep breath, held it for a moment, and slowly exhaled. “You’re constantly going out, you practically quit coming to the bakery, and you treat me like I’m a burden. Sweet Celestia - I tried doing everything I could to make you happy, but nothing I do has ever worked.”

“Maybe because I know you’ve been sneaking out on me,” she seethed. “For all I know, you’ve been seeing that little homewrecker for…” she fell silent, looking from him to the doorway. “Excuse me, my husband and I were talking.”

Strutting into the room, bearing an impassive expression, Leech studied the mare. “Yeah, sorry about that, I really don’t care,” she chuckled, steadily moving to the stallion’s side. “And it sure as hell sounds like somepony is projecting a bit.”

Light swallowed hard, glancing between his wife and his mistress. Why couldn’t Leech have just listened to him and stayed put? The last thing he needed was for the hole he was in to get any deeper, so he cleared his throat, stepped between them, and lifted a hoof to speak - sadly, his attempted intervention backfired.

“I think,” the brazen unicorn continued undeterred, walking toward his betrothed while rubbing her cheek along his side, “that you’re the one who’s been cheating - that or you were simply with him to get the money.”

Tidbit’s eyes widened for a split second, before she scowled. “You don’t know anything!”

“Then maybe you can explain what you’re doing with all that time you’re not working at the bakery,” Leech hummed, her voice dripping with cynicism. “Or why you have so much makeup, even if you never wear it for Light.”

“I…I…” Tidbit stammered, shying away.

“Wait,” Light interjected, the comment about her lipstick hitting him like a gong, “why do you have all that makeup? Now that I think of it, I’ve seen new cosmetics show up, but I’ve never seen you actually using them…”

He’d never thought about it before, but Leech had made an incredibly good point. Unless his wife had been prettying herself up simply to sit around the house, there had to be some explanation for all the makeup she not only purchased but went through as well. Only a few months ago, he’d found a compact of blush in the trash - one that had been used up almost entirely. Doing his level best to recall any other inconsistencies, his guest pressed the assault.

“What about that negligee you had stashed in your closet?” Leech snickered, theatrically covering her muzzle with a hoof. “Or maybe I wasn’t supposed to find that…”

“You went through my clothes?!” Tidbit raged, storming toward the smug little unicorn.

“That’s enough,” Light bellowed, slamming a hoof into the floor with enough force to crack the hardwood. Only barely composing himself, he turned his full attention to his betrothed. “If you can explain those things, explain them now…”

“W…well, I just - Um - I was going to surprise you with the outfit,” she uneasily stated.

“Uh-huh -” Leech grunted, “if that’s true, why did you crumple it in a ball, hide it, and forget to wash it?”

There were few times in Light’s life where anger threatened to overwhelm him, but be darned if this wasn’t one of them. As if the evidence against his wife wasn’t damning enough, Tidbit’s reaction to the revelation left little room for doubt. Had the claims against her been baseless, she would have almost certainly gotten angry and rebuked them on the spot - as things were, she could barely form a sentence. Struggling to contain his mounting rage, he did the only thing reasonable.

“Get everything you want to keep and get out,” he rumbled, pointing to the door. “I’ll be sure to donate anything you don’t want in the morning.”

“B…b…but I won’t be able to get everything out right now,” Tidbit sputtered, her vitriol morphing to worry instantaneously.

“Then I suggest you be very selective,” Leech clucked, turning away and prancing to the door. “Light, I’ll wait outside until she’s gone. You should probably keep an eye on her while she’s inside.”

Light solemnly nodded, keeping his eyes on the mare who’d betrayed him. He couldn’t say exactly when or how Leech had figured everything out, yet she’d somehow managed to deduce he wasn’t the only adulterous one in the relationship. As his wife - no, ex- wife stepped closer to him, affixing him with a pitiful look, he held out a forehoof and backed away.

“I don’t want to hear anything. You’re going to gather your things and leave,” he flatly noted, watching her eyes start to water. “Regardless of what my attorney says about this new information, I’m still going to sell the house.”

Softly sniffling, Tidbit shuffled out of the den, up the stairs, and into the bedroom, while he stayed just close enough to make sure she didn’t help herself to anything which wasn’t hers. It would have been sad watching her gather her things, shutting her down whenever she tried to plead with and apologize to him, but he felt nothing but contempt. By the time she was finished, having filled three boxes with her belongings, the moon was overhead and the storm outside had blown over.

“Bring a cart to pick this stuff up tomorrow,” he instructed, opening the front door and motioning for her to leave. “I’ll be changing the locks in the morning, so don’t bother trying to come back.”

Defeatedly stepping out and into the cool night air, she reluctantly looked over her shoulder at him. “Light, I -”

“Just tell me if you cheat on me or not,” he murmured, his fury having given way to remorse, “please…”

Tidbit fidgeted on the spot, unable or unwilling to meet his eyes, before she trotted down the walkway and to the sidewalk. Seeing her leave without her giving him an answer evoked a strange mixture of emotions within him, but he was glad she would soon be gone from his life. With a heavy sigh, taking his eyes off her, he looked across the street and spotted a figure resting on a bench.

He could make out the pony’s white mane and glimmering purple eyes, even in the low light, and the sight caused the corners of his lips to turn up. Not only had Leech brought some much needed happiness into his life, but she’d figured out that the wife he’d fawned over had been the one to breach his trust. Seeing the figure look over at him, he crossed the street and trotted over to her.

“How did you know?” he asked, genuinely stunned that she’d somehow figured out Tidbit had been unfaithful.

She smirked and gave him a little shrug. “A keen eye, I guess - Oh and I’m nosy,” she admitted, easing herself down and onto her hooves. “I put that negligee of hers in your underwear drawer; you’re going to need it if she tries to fight you in court. If I were you, lock her out of your bank account and get records for her purchases over the last couple months.”

Standing mute, he blinked away his disbelief. “I will. Thank you…”

“Pffft - don’t thank me. I’m just doing what any decent mare would do,” she muttered. “If you really want to thank me, how about we get something to - Mmmph?!”

Seemingly from nowhere, he shot forward and kissed her - not a grateful little peck on the cheek, but a deep, fervid kiss. Though it took her a second to react, taken aback by the passionate gesture, she quickly closed her eyes and pressed her tongue into his mouth. She’d initially been worried that he’d be an absolute wreck after the confrontation with his ex, yet he seemed to be anything but distressed.

He pulled away as quickly as he’d begun, anxiously adjusting his glasses and straightening his mane. “S…sorry about that, I just -”

“Don’t apologize,” she whispered, drawing a forehoof down his neck and to his chest. “I was going to ask that we go get something to eat,” she added, moving past him and toward the front of his house, “but if you want to have an appetizer.”

Turning his head, tracking her with his eyes, Light’s pulse quickened. As she strutted across the street, invitingly swinging her hips, she lifted and flipped her tail to the side. The last thing he’d expected was for her to try and get a little action from him, especially after having to deal with Tidbit, but be darned if she didn’t seem to want just that. Charging after her, catching up in the blink of an eye, he had to force himself not to stare at her immaculately presented marehood.

As he followed her into the home, hastily shutting and locking the door behind himself, he followed her up the stairs. It was hard to describe how he was feeling, but the overwhelming emotions that he’d been grappling with metamorphosed into something exceptionally lecherous. Maybe it was some sort of a coping mechanism, or perhaps he was subconsciously overjoyed that his two-timing wife was finally gone - in either case, he wanted nothing more than to consummate his newfound relationship with Leech.

Through sheer force of will alone, Leech unhurriedly saw herself into his chamber and onto his bed. Truth be told, she’d hoped to give him a pleasant distraction from all the stress life had been throwing at him, so having him spontaneously seize the initiative worked in her favor. Stepping to the center of the bed, she eased herself down, rolled onto her back, and shoved a few pillows under his head. If she had to guess, judging from his kiss and the lustful look in his eye, she was about to get her brains fucked out.

“Come here,” she cooed, spreading her hind legs as he crawled onto the foot of the bed. “I want to look at my big, handsome stallion.”

As tempted as Light was to open up with some oral, eating her out to warm her up, he couldn’t stop himself from crawling between her upturned legs. All it had taken was one look at her glistening loins to see that she was just as worked up as he was, sending blood surging to his semi-rigid stallionhood. As her fetlocks came to rest on his hips, he lowered his muzzle to her face.

“I’m so lucky to have you,” she breathed, sweetly caressing his cheek.

Her forehooves circled around his neck, while he bucked his hips and ground his hardening length against her groin. The sensation of his fat, meaty shaft against her clit sent tingles of excitement through her. Any sort of a meal could wait until after they’d worn themselves out - besides, she felt pretty sure there were some leftovers they could scrounge in the fridge. Flexing her lower legs, she kissed the tip of his nose.

“No,” he whispered, bringing the head of his cock to her slavering entrance, “I’m lucky to have you.”

Stifling a giggle, she blushed. “Let’s just agree that we’re happy to have each other - now how about you show me how lucky I am…”

With that little tease, she locked lips with him. Her eyelids fluttered wildly, as he closed his eyes and slowly drove his stallionhood into her. No matter how many times they did it, or in what sort of position they ended up doing it in, the sensation of his massive endowment stretching her open and plumbing her depths was incredible. Fixating on the sensations she afforded, she savored the wondrous feeling of being filled.

Long, thick, and astoundingly vascular, with a particularly fat vein snaking along one side, his cock was a thing of beauty, yet it was far from the best thing he had going for him. Simply put, Light was an all-around magnificent stallion, and she could easily see herself falling head over hooves for the big lug. Groaning into his mouth, as he bottomed out and bumped against her womb, committed herself to the deep, passionate kiss.

Rolling his hips back, feeling her clench around his retreating length, Light steadied himself, breathed hotly on her face, and started thrusting - not the rough, bestial fucking of two lust-crazed youth, but the slow, romantic thrusts of making love. He’d never thought he’d meet a mare quite like her, yet he was unimaginably thankful that she’d come into his life. Attractive, entertaining, and with a heart of gold, there wasn’t a thing he’d change about her.

Moaning into one another’s mouths, their tongues wrestling with one another, their bodies moved in perfect sync. As he plunged into her, she bucked upwards and relaxed her marehood - upon his backstrokes, she lowered her hips and constricted around his stallionhood. It was a dance they’d done many times before, yet it was one they grew more fond of as their feelings for one another grew.

Their heavy breaths and muted groans of delight were slowly joined by the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Though their circumstances had begun in an opposite way, with sinful temptation leading to an attachment, the opposite gradually became true. The sex was merely a byproduct of the deep connection they felt, giving physical form to their emotions, and it had grown stronger and stronger as time passed.

“God, you’re amazing,” she whimpered, holding his neck and bringing her snout to his ear. Sensing her impending release, the warmth in her abdomen increasing in intensity by the second, her impulses got the better of her. “If you were mine, we’d have a family by now…”

Light’s motions faltered, hearing the glib statement. He’d often talked with Tidbit about having a foal, yet she’d dismissed the idea time and time again. Having a family, rearing a foal or two with his lover, was one of the very few desires he’d had for his life, and Leech had just presented him the opportunity to fulfill that wish. His desires mingled with his primal, stallionly urges, increasing the speed of his thrusts in the blink of an eye.

Leech mewled under his amorous assault, yet the pleasure surging through her wasn’t enough to distract her from the revelation. It couldn’t have been a coincidence that he’d picked up the pace seconds after she’d mentioned starting a family, so she focused her thoughts, kissed his cheek, and slipped her lips to his ear. If there was any stallion she’d ever met who’d she knew would make a marvelous father, it was Light.

“Make me a Mommy…” she purred, gently nibbling his ear.

Her little suggestion was met with an immediate and profound effect, virtually driving him into a frenzy. Rearing back and turning his head, jamming his tongue into her maw, he plowed her into the mattress while kissing her. The bed-frame groaned beneath them, the box springs creaked with each plunge of his powerful hips, and her stifled mewling cut through the air and joined the orchestral sounds of their passion.

Light’s thoughts raced, bliss surged through him, and he realized far too late that he was reaching his limit - nonetheless, he didn’t slow. The little homeless mare he’d met had given him her blessing to achieve his dream, after freeing him from a living nightmare that had been gnawing away at his life, and he was going to grasp it with both hooves. With the tip of his length flaring, hammering against her inner gate, he set his jaw, braced his legs, and rammed every inch of his length into her inviting depths.

It was fair to say that Leech had been cummed in or on dozens, if not hundreds of times, yet the sensation of his seething foal batter surging into her womb, filling her depths as she kissed the charming giant atop her, was different. Though it may have been her imagination, she could envision a tide of his seed rushing to an egg within her, sowing the seed of life and creating their lovechild. As she was wracked with an utterly devastating climax, overwhelmed by the unimaginable force of physical rapture and emotional catharsis, she wept tears of joy as she held him.

Seconds passed, their bodies grew still, and yet they didn’t break their kiss. What they felt for one another was different than anything they’d felt before, like finding the lost piece to a you’d thought was completed. Neither could say how long they’d quietly made out, their ecstasy steadily shifting to a contented euphoria, but they eventually pulled back and locked eyes.

“I…” Light gulped, feeling his cheeks grow warm, “I lo-”

“Ssssssssssh,” she softly hissed, silencing him with the smallest peck on the lips. “I know you do, just like you know how I feel about you.”

A grin split his muzzle, as he peered down upon her. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“Well,” she sighed, squeezing her marehood around his softening length, “you’re a gracious, gentle, and compassionate stallion. I don’t think the question is if you deserve me, but if I deserve you. After all the - Nnnf?!”

He cut her off with a deep yet fleeting kiss, watching her eyes widen, before he pulled back. “Let’s just agree that we deserve each other…”

Bearing a silly little grin, fidgeting with barely restrained exuberance, she nodded. “Yeah, I think I can live with that…”

For the umteenth time that hour, their lips met and their eyes drifted closed. In a world filled with all manner of fanciful and exotic beasts, awe inspiring sorcery, and creatures that defied explanation, they’d found something truly magical. As unbelievable as it was, having spent their lives until that point drifting along, they’d found true love…