Preordained

Standing at the kitchen counter, Leech cheerfully hummed to herself as she rolled out some chilled pie dough. She kind of figured her skills with baking would gradually improve, considering her beloved had been working with bread and pastries for years on end, but she would never have guessed she’d grow to enjoy it as much as she had. With apple filling made and the sheet of dough rolled flat, she lowered herself to all four hooves and faltered.

“I hope you’re this excited when your father and I teach you how to cook someday,” she sighed, reaching back to caress her abdomen.

As she turned her head and peered back at herself, her smile broadened. She’d been steadily growing bigger with every passing week, yet the sight and sensation of her heavy, rounded belly rarely failed to lift her spirit - sure, being pregnant came with a few drawbacks, but the benefits vastly exceeded the small number of costs. Slowly trotting past the oven and to the pantry, she absentmindedly retrieved a pie pan and some accompanying weights.

She hadn’t been all that surprised to find out she was expecting, not with how often she and Light made sweet, passionate love, but the enormity of the situation gradually blossomed on her. While she’d often heard that each mare experienced pregnancy differently, she’d been unprepared for just what to expect. Slowly, almost insidiously, she came to realize the miracle of her impending motherhood, and it had all started with little, almost imperceptible changes.

The first thing she’d noticed was her growing appetite and her subsequent weight. She’d always been a healthy eater - well, when there was food available anyways, but she developed odd cravings and hunger pangs at seemingly random times. While she’d hoped that the foal gestating within her would be feasting off of most of the extra calories, she’d rather quickly discovered that wasn’t entirely the case.

Her hips had filled out, her tush grew even more soft and pillowy than it usually was, and her thighs steadily plumped up considerably, while she’d gradually packed on the pounds. Though she’d tried to downplay her expanding figure, dismissing it as if it hadn’t bothered her in the slightest, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. She realized it would be nearly impossible to attain her old figure until their little colt or filly was born, but she wished for nothing more than to feel sexy again.

With her smile faltering, she shook her head, gathered up the pan and jar of weights, and trotted back to the awaiting dough. Outside of her weight, she more or less felt the same. She was still chipper and energetic as ever, in spite of the added heft she was lugging around, and the supposed mood swings which beleaguered most expectant mothers had never afflicted her.

Her worst and biggest complaint about her exquisitely gravid state was neither psychological or physical - no, it was something which had taken her completely off guard. Much to her shock, Light had insisted she reduce the hours she spent at the bakery with him - not because he didn’t want her there, but because he worried that the long walk to and from his shop would be hard on her. The morning stroll into town had, in truth, become more difficult than it used to be, yet she’d fought him all the same - sadly, after several small arguments, she’d eventually thrown in the towel and relented.

Never in a thousand years would she have guessed she’d become a homemaker, and a pregnant one at that, but that’s exactly where fate had led her. It had taken a while to cultivate and streamline a new routine for herself, but she’d been able to manage. After waking up next to her lover and seeing him off to work, she’d shower and tend to any number of things in or around her home.

Though she had only been what was effectively a housewife for a mere two months, she’d taken to the role like a fish to water. She’d started a small garden in the backyard, continually refined her cooking skills, and even gotten to know a few of the neighbors - still, she often found herself missing Light. As she reared back and placed a forehoof on the counter, with the pie pan resting before her, she carefully lifted and rolled the dough over the tin.

There was no denying how hard she’d fallen for the stallion - her stallion. Simply being around him was a delight, he was incredibly handsome, and he was more entertaining than he gave himself credit for. Somehow, by destiny or simply good luck, she’d found the most wondrous pony imaginable to make her a mother, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love him with every fiber of her being.

Peeking up at the clock again, seeing it was only half-past six, she scrunched her snout. It’d be at least another hour until he was home, but that was time she had every intention of spending wisely. While she may not have been able to be around him during every waking hour, at least she could ensure he came home to a clean home, a hot meal, and a dutiful mare.

“Sweet Celestia -” she chuckled, feeling the foal kick, “can you believe your mom is this sad? No more crazy parties, wild flings, or sleeping under bridges - now it’s all laundry, gardening, and trying to recreate that stupid curry I had last month.” Having poured the weighted beads into the dough-lined pan, she placed the pie shell into the oven to blind-bake. “You better not be a filly. I swear, I don’t know if I’d be able to handle a little version of me running around.”

Wistfully musing on her erotic escapades - escapades which felt as though they were a lifetime ago, she scrunched her snout. Her love-life with Light was no less passionate than it had ever been, with him tending to her every need, yet it had been quite some time since she’d done anything special for him. Turning and trotting out of the kitchen, making a beeline toward their room, she hastily formulated a small plan.

Light cantered through the rain, sorcerously holding a parasol above himself while carrying a bag holding a loaf of fresh sourdough in his jaw. Making the trip home was often tiresome, especially when he had to do so by himself, but the unexpected drizzle did nothing to make the trip more pleasant. Slowing at a crosswalk, he checked for traffic, knit his brow, and dashed across the street.

It hadn’t been a particularly troublesome day, as steady and smooth as he could have wished for, but he wanted for nothing more than to get home, kick back, and relax with the mare who’d won his heart. While it may have been a bit silly and self-centered, he often found himself wondering about what she was doing in his absence, if she missed him as much as she claimed, and if she was truly happy with him.

He had no reason not to believe she didn’t care as deeply for him as he did for her, yet there was always some nagging doubt in his mind. After what Tidbit had done to him, he couldn’t help but become the slightest bit insecure with himself. His ex had been the center of his world, and there hadn’t been anything he wouldn’t do for her, but even that hadn’t been enough.

If it hadn’t been for Leech acting as a catalyst, showing him how toxic his last relationship had truly been, there was an all too real chance he’d still be with the conniving mare. As hurtful as it was to discover Tidbit had forsaken his trust and cheated on him, he was thankful to learn that she had. Leaving her had been a painful process, more painful than he cared to admit, yet he’d gotten something much, much better for himself.

Less than two years prior, had somepony told him he’d become enamored with a slatternly, rather unkempt mare who’d been living on the streets, he would have laughed in their face and called them insane, although that’s precisely what had happened. Leech had quite literally wandered into his life, appearing in his shop one day to brazenly haggle for some day-old bread, and he’d fallen head over hooves for her. The plucky unicorn was funny, quick-witted, energetic, and extremely easy on the eyes - in short, everything he could have wished for in a mate.

Subconsciously picking up speed, thinking about his lover, he broke into a full gallop down the sidewalk. A part of him did feel awful for being adamant that she stay home, but it was a decision borne from care. With her due date getting closer by the day, extended periods of standing bothering her hooves, and the distance to his bakery, he couldn’t bring himself to have her strain herself. Lifting his head and spotting his - no, their house, he rushed up and onto the doorstep.

As he saw himself inside, having shaken off his umbrella, he stepped into the foyer and shook himself off. While he wasn’t drenched, he’d like to avoid leaving a trail of water through the home. After carefully opening his bag and inspecting his bread, ensuring it had made the journey safely, he quietly closed the door behind himself, trotted forward, and peeked into the living room.

The den was quiet and vacant, with a book resting on the coffee table. Though he couldn’t say exactly where his lover was lurking, he had a number of likely guesses; she may be lounging in their room, helping herself to a bath, or preparing something in the kitchen. Closing his eyes and sniffing the air, smelling a combination of cinnamon, vanilla, and apple, he smirked. Yeah, there was no doubt about it, she was or had recently been baking something.

Most stallions would have called out for their mate, announcing themselves shortly after arriving, but that simply wasn’t his style. For all he knew, she may have been busy with something, possibly dealing with a hot stove, and he saw no need to conceitedly proclaim he was home - as such, he crept through the home and moved in the direction of the kitchen. Unfortunately, he was completely unprepared for what he discovered.

As he rounded a corner and peered into the kitchen, he froze. Standing on her hindlegs at the counter, carefully slicing what appeared to be ingredients for a garden salad, Leech quietly sang to herself. Merely seeing her in such a tranquil state would have been pleasant enough under any circumstances, yet the circumstances were far from ordinary.

It was hard to see from where he was standing, but he could just barely make out that she’d anointed herself with some makeup. A touch of blush on her cheeks, eye liner, and cherry red lipstick had been expertly applied to her beauteous face, but she hadn’t stopped there. Snow-white stockings clung to her legs and pinched the supple meat of her thighs, and an apron was loosely tied around her neck, as she cheerfully prepared a meal.

He’d always considered himself a relatively simple stallion, but the sight of her was one of the most endearing and arousing things he’d seen in a long, long time. As far as he was concerned, though it could be a pleasant surprise, seeing her in sexy outfits or with garish makeup was simply gilding the lily. She was perfect the way she was, especially when she was safe and content.

She turned and glanced over at the stove, though he remained motionless and held his breath. There was no need to try and hide - in fact, he probably should have let her know he was there, but he was stricken with an idea. Considering it was nearly impossible to sneak up on her, he couldn’t help but try and give her a compassionate surprise.

Slowly, cautiously, he sat the bread down and crept up behind her. There was a slim chance she might panic, squealing in terror or maybe even accosting him, yet that was a risk he’d be willing to take. It wasn’t until he loomed behind her, so close that he could reach out and touch her, did he make his move.

Leech gasped, her head whipping around, as something warm and large glided along her side. She’d thought she’d heard something minutes prior, but she’d dismissed it - after all, the house was locked up. As she turned and saw what - more specifically who was behind her, a smirk crept across her muzzle.

“Hey honey,” she purred, shifting her weight and rubbing herself against him.

Pressed to her side, Light brought his snout to the side of her head, pecked her cheek, and straightened up. “And hello to you too,” he began, towering over her. “I see somepony is feeling extra pretty today.”

She paused, her cheeks darkening ever so slightly, and averted her gaze. “Something like that…”

“What’s wrong?” he softly inquired, cocking his head.

With an annoyed snort, she reached up and pinched the bridge of her snout. “I was going to surprise you with that lingerie set you like - you know, the lavender one.”

He gave her a moment to continue, a moment wasted, before he leaned closer to her. “But…?”

“But the stupid thing doesn’t fit,” she murmured. “Don’t worry though; as soon as soon as our little one is brought into this world, I’m going to start jogging and get back into - Mmmph?!?”

Before she could finish speaking, he launched forward and locked lips with her. From her hooves to the very tip of her horn, despite the suddenness of the kiss, a thrilled shiver shot through her. It was funny - she’d been with him for quite some time, far longer than she’d been with anypony in her life, yet he never failed to surprise her at times. Closing her eyes and reaching up with a forehoof, she hugged his neck and returned his affection.

The encroaching darkness and pitter-patter of cool rain outside stood in stark contrast to the heat of his passion. Stars above - what had she done to deserve such a wonderful stallion. With little more than a kiss, he’d bolstered her self esteem in the best possible way, but he wasn’t done with her yet - not by a long shot. Bringing one hoof up to her chin, he withdrew.

“Leech,” he breathed, as her eyes opened to peer up at him, “pregnant or not, you’re the most gorgeous, charming mare I’ve ever met - in fact, if I can be totally honest, I k…kind of like your - Ahem - expectant look…”

Seeing her eyes widen in shock, he looked away. He’d been hesitant to admit just how fond he’d gotten of her pregnant body, not wanting to make her think less of him, but the situation demanded that she know the truth. Straightening his glasses, he summoned his courage, fought through his growing anxiety, and glanced over at her.

“I don’t know any other way to say it, so I’ll just spit it out,” he huffed. “Being with you these last few months, watching you grow and blossom into a paragon of maternal beauty, has been an absolute treat. You know that I’d love you no matter what, but you’re even hotter now than you were before - a…at least in my opinion.”

Struggling not to smile like an idiot, Leech did her best to play it cool. His confession was completely unexpected for a number of reasons, yet she was overjoyed to hear that he thought so highly of her. Swinging around to fully face him, leaving the partially finished salad bowl on the counter, she felt a familiar ache creep into her marehood.

“So is there anything specific you like?” she asked, quirking a brow.

“Everything,” he replied a bit too energetically. “Your curves, our foal in your big, round belly, the way your full breasts squish together, and don’t get me started about how plump you’ve gotten. I wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to trim off a few pounds after you deliver, but I would not complain if you stayed your current size.”

As endearing as his praise was, Leech found herself at an impasse. If he really was smitten by her gravid aesthetic, why hadn’t he said so before now - moreover, why hadn’t he acted on his interests more often? Lowering and shaking her head, she surreptitiously glanced beneath him and noticed his partially erect stallionhood. Yeah, he wasn’t kidding - sure, he may have been a bit generous with the flattery, but it was nearly impossible for somepony to fake a boner.

“If you’re telling me the truth,” she murmured, peeking up at him, “why haven’t you been taking advantage of having a big, pregnant mare around more often?”

Light took a step back, stricken by her question. She was rarely if ever coy, typically taking the direct approach with virtually anything, and so she’d gone straight for the throat. Dismissing the thought of misleading her on the subject, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath to steady himself, and slowly exhaled.

“I didn’t want to hurt the baby,” he resignedly answered. A faint, almost inaudible from her caught his ear, prompting him to continue. “Listen, we both know how - um - passionate things can get in the bedroom, so don’t blame me for being -”

“The doctor said we could be rough,” she interrupted. “As long as nothing starts to hurt, we don’t have to change anything - besides, I’d much, much rather be a bit loosened up when the day for our little colt -”

“Or filly,” he interjected.

“Or filly arrives,” she corrected, rolling her eyes. “I’m not complaining about the soft, tender lovemaking, but I really, really wouldn’t mind if you - Wha?!”

With a single stride, he closed the gap between them, ignited his horn, and scooped her into a magically-assisted princess carry. Her initial confusion passed in the blink of an eye, as she found herself being ferried out of the kitchen and toward the stairs. Though she was taken aback by the unexpected move, she wriggled defiantly in his grasp.

“Put me down,” she insisted, gently pushing a hoof to his broad chest.

He drew to a halt, his smile wavering, and did as she asked. “I was gonna -”

“Shush,” she tutted. “Do me a favor and wait three minutes, then come up to our room ~ can you do that?”

He nodded, only slightly hurt that he hadn’t been able to continue carrying her. “Alright…”

“Actually, how about you finish the salad then come upstairs,” she giggled. “Trust me, it’ll be worth the wait.”

Wheeling around, hearing her scamper to and up the stairs, he skulked back into the kitchen. He hadn’t planned on things taking an amorous turn, yet he’d hoped to sweep her off her hooves and prove just how smitten he was with her. The last thing he’d want was for her to think he didn’t find her attractive, so he’d hoped to remedy that in one of the best ways he knew how - unfortunately, his impulsive scheme had fallen apart on him.

Standing at the counter, mindlessly shredding lettuce and julienning carrots, his thoughts wandered. If there was one thing Leech was good at, besides being clever, it was knowing just how to press his buttons. Though she’d only learned of his lustful fascination with her curvaceous body, he wouldn’t be shocked if she was laying some lecherous trap for him. Subconsciously hastening his pace, making short work of chopping some cherry tomatoes, slicing some red onion, and grating a bit of cheese, he was done with his prescribed task in only a hoofful of minutes.

It was all he could do to keep his hooves crossed that she was ready with whatever she’d spontaneously planned, because he wasn’t sure if he could wait any longer. Forcing himself to move at a relaxed pace, he trotted upstairs and down the hallway leading to their room. There were any number of things she could do to entice him, with each having a certain charm, yet nothing could have prepared him for the sight which awaited him.

Pushing his door open, noticing the lit candles on the nightstands flanking his bed, he froze. Laying atop the mattress, adorned in a sheer robe, Leech rested on her back and sweetly groaned. Seeing her in such a state would have been more than enough to send blood surging to his stallionhood, yet she wasn’t relaxing - no, her hooves were very, very busy.

Milk dribbled from her bosoms, while she pawed at her marehood and rolled her head back. Heaven help him - he didn’t think he’d ever witnessed anything as painfully hot in his entire life. The lighting, her pose, how her pleased moan was just loud enough to tickle his ear, and the way her damp loins glistened were simply perfect and all but forced him to act. Drifting into the room, nearing the foot of the bed, he swallowed hard.

“Dearest,” she purred, pausing to peek out at him, “come to bed. Your loving wife has needs that only you can fill.”

Of all the things she could have said or done, her honeyed words were the final nail in his coffin. There was no possible way she could have known about it, but he’d been giving more and more thought to taking their relationship to the next level. After living together for months on end, with a foal on the way, and feeling closer and closer to her by the day, he felt sure she was the one for him, however that did little to help his current predicament.

Shifting and snapping him from his slack-jawed stupor, Leech affixed him with a pair of glittering, cat-like eyes. “I need you.”

And with those three simple words, he stepped onto the bed, lowered himself, and buried his face between her thighs. Content couldn’t begin to describe the gratification of having found such an incredible stallion, but it was close enough. Other than lighting the candles and donning her robe, which had just so happened to catch her eye, her actions had been genuine; no planning, no scheming - she merely wanted to thank him for making her feel like the most special mare in the whole wide world.

His ministrations, as always, were amazing, but knowing that he actually liked the way she looked elevated the experience into the stratosphere. Slipping her fetlocks onto his shoulders, she shifted her forehoof from her groin to her udder-like teats. Though she’d realized it would only be a matter of time until her breasts grew heavy with milk, she hadn’t foreseen just how sensitive they’d become.

Each bosom had more than tripled in size, making everyday tasks even more of a trial than they already were, but it wasn’t all bad. One afternoon, about a week ago when the pressure in her bosoms had become too much to bear, she’d tried milking herself while in the shower. What she’d hoped would only give her a bit of relief had led to a furious bout of masturbation - something which she had very mixed feelings about.

On one hoof, she presumed Light wouldn’t be all that bothered by her growing love of lactating - on the other, the development did little to address her self-image. She couldn’t say how productive most mares were, but she was genuinely concerned that she may need to invest in a milking machine. Unintentionally squeezing her teat a bit too hard, spraying his face with hot cream, she winced.

“S…sorry,” she stammered, going a beet red. “We might need to go buy a…”

She trailed off, as Light withdrew from her marehood, slipped his muzzle to her abdomen, and wrapped his lips around the nipple of her free tit. Watching him nurse on her was extraordinary, but the feeling of him suckling on her - holy heck, it was better than she could have dreamt. Gnawing her bottom lip, seeing him send power into his horn, she feverishly nodded.

Using his magic to tease her marehood, he swallowed down a mouthful of her rich, sweet milk; the taste was spectacular, far better than anything that could be bought in a store, though he was reluctant to admit it. Humming around her nipple, he pulled back and lightly tugged on her teat. On the off chance that their newborn wasn’t enough to ease her load of dairy, he’d be more than happy to step up and help.

Seconds dragged by, he switched to her other breast, and his stallionhood throbbed beneath him, while he grew increasingly worked up. It was only a matter of time until one of them broke, asking or politely demanding that they get down to business, yet he couldn’t say who would ultimately cave. Listening to her sinful whimpers of delight, he cracked an eye open and peered up at her - a move which had immediate ramifications.

No sooner did he make eye contact than she extended a foreleg, caressed his cheek, and smirked. “How about we move on to the main event,” she whispered, shooting him a wink. “Wouldn’t want that pie in the oven to get burned ~ would we?”

Reluctantly pulling away, he rose to his full height and stepped back off of the mattress. “Got anything particular in mind?”

“Yeah - Mmmph -” she grunted, trying and failing to roll over. “Little help?”

He trotted to the side of the mattress and offered a hoof, gingerly pulling her onto her stomach. One of the very few drawbacks about getting intimate with a particularly gravid mare was that their choices for positions were quite limited. Cowgirl was one of the easiest for her, since there was no pressure on her belly, but that meant she had to do nearly all of the work. With missionary all but ruled out, with how big she’d gotten, he had a pretty good idea of what she was planning.

Cautiously easing herself to the floor, she moved to the foot of the bed and placed her forehooves on the mattress. Even before she’d been knocked up, he’d been a bit hesitant to mount her, for fear that he may unintentionally hurt her, but he’d learned that was hard-headed as she was durable. Resting her chest on the bed sheets, having folded her forelegs under her chin, she braced her hind legs and flicked her tail to the side.

“Mama needs some lovin’,” she cooed.

He didn’t need to be told twice, instantly cantering behind her to get into position. The sight of her pregnant body, the smell of her arousal, her sensual request, the taste of her on his tongue - every part of her was beyond reproach. Only barely able to rein himself in, he trotted closer, reared back, and mounted her as gently as he could.

Leech twisted her head and peeked back at him, drawing her tongue over her lips. “Whenever you’re ready, Stud.”

The tip of his length briefly kissed her entrance, before he sank into her depths. They’d done it more times than she could possibly count, in all sorts of positions, and he’d become quite skilled with easing her open - that or she’d simply adjusted to his immense size. Savoring the sensation of him plunging into her, feeling every detail along his length, she rolled her hips back to meet him.

She really couldn’t help it - pregnant or not, she had an insatiable appetite for amorous affection, though not from anypony - not anymore. It felt odd to think about it, but Light really did mean the world to her; he’d rescued her from a life on the streets, given her a new life, and they’d soon be raising a family together. Feeling his big, meaty balls bump against her clit, she shivered. He didn’t just have an incredibly big heart - he had a dick to match.

Giving her just a moment to adjust, he leaned in and kissed her ear. “You ready?”

“For you,” she breathed, turning to peck his nose, “always…”

Though she didn’t have to, she threw her ass back and fully hilted his stallionhood. She’d had no way of knowing the evening would take such a steamy turn, but she was not about to complain. Sensing him shift atop her, she clenched around his girthy shaft while he withdrew a portion of length. She may have been able to be as rowdy as she used to be, but she wasn’t about to let him have all the fun.

With the base of his cock freed, pulling his medial ring from her lower lips, Light gently bucked forward and buried his length. She felt just as heavenly as ever, her hot, snug marehood clinging to him, and it brought a smile to his face. His first true thrust was followed by a second, then a third and a fourth, until he was rhythmically pumping into her.

He’d told her dozens of times that he viewed her as a gift, and he meant every word of it. She was as sweet as could be, genuinely cared for him, and was absolutely phenomenal in the sac. As he shoved his snout into her shaggy white mane, filling his sinuses with her scent, he took care to shift the angle of his thrusts just enough to continually hit her g-spot. Unlike some stallions who didn’t care if their lover got off while getting busy, he prided himself in ensuring his mate enjoyed herself.

“F…fuck,” she muttered, bucking back to meet him, “this is just what I needed.”

Pressing his chest to her back, he placed his forehooves against the foot of the bed. If there was some way he could spend all of his time with her, simply savoring her company, he would have done so in an instant, but that would be nearly impossible. With bills to pay and another mouth to feed quickly approaching, at least one of them had to work. In the end, it didn’t matter all that much; as long as she continued to look after him, he’d do what he had to to support them both.

Steadily moving faster, driving her forward with each plunge, he only caught how impassioned he was becoming when she grunted beneath him. “Sorry.”

Whipping her head around, Leech scrunched her snout. “Don’t apologize. I wasn’t joking about what I said earlier; since I’m going to have to deliver our little bundle of joy, I’d really rather be loosened up a bit when the moment arrives.”

To hammer her point home, she slammed her ass against him, sheathed the entirety of his stallionhood, and fiercely squeezed his length. So help her - if he wasn’t going to give it to her rough, she’d take matters into her own hooves. As she intentionally outpaced him, effectively fucking herself on him, he eventually took her statement to heart.

Pulling back and steadying himself, his muzzle pressed to the nape of her neck, he gave a particularly hard thrust that drove her forward. Only barely able to remain standing, she quickly discovered she must have kindled something within him. Gone were the soft, tender thrusts she’d grown accustomed to over the last few months, replaced by the virile, domineering plunges of a virile stallion.

“Yessss,” she groaned, flopping her head onto the mattress. “Give it to me hard.”

As much as he hated to admit it, Light was overjoyed with the turn of events. He really did relish sweet, sensual lovemaking with her, but a portion of himself had yearned to go all out. With his primal urges rallying, compelling him to remind her that she was his and his alone, he snorted and kissed his way from her collar to her jaw.

He may have been a big softy, but his titanic size wasn’t just for show. Taller and more heavily built than most stallions, he likely could have made a name for himself in hard labor or possibly buckball, yet his interests had always laid elsewhere - nevertheless, on the rare occasions when some heavy lifting needed to be done, his stature and impressive build were a massive boon. While his balls smacked against her clit, feeling her tremble, the fires of his passion grew hot.

Hotter than Tartarus, her depths milked his pistoning shaft, as the head of his cock repeatedly bumped against her womb. Though she was already expecting, the thought of sowing his seed within her was and probably would always be one of the most arousing things imaginable. Something about claiming her and making life with her was beyond words, and he dearly wished she felt the same way about him that he did about her.

Glancing to the side, seeing some motion against the wall, he nearly stopped - nearly. The mirror of Leech’s vanity sat only a few feet away, perfectly capturing the wildly erotic moment and allowing him to watch them doing the deed. The sight of himself plowing her was scandalous and wildly obscene, yet it did nothing but heighten his excitement.

Leech’s eyes rolled, as she groaned and was all but driven into the bed. Darned if she could explain it, but he’d really taken her words to heart - that or he’d been secretly wanting to be rough with her all along. Shifting her focus to holding herself steady, she relinquished what little control she had and let him rail her like a lucky filly on prom night.

While she was elated that he’d finally stopped taking it easy on her, she was unprepared for just how breathtaking his ministrations could really be. Weeks upon weeks of being coddled had left her unprepared for his true potential, driving her to her limit at record speeds. As a tremor crept into her thighs, feeling milk dripping to the carpet from her wobbling bosoms, she fought back the welling tide of pleasure.

Try as she might, as he relentlessly pounded her from behind, she could only hold herself back for so long. Shifting and looking up at him, seeing that something to the side held his attention, she looked over, saw the reflection of them fucking in the mirror, and came in an instant. Merely experiencing his love would have made her cum in a hoofful of minutes, but seeing his big, sexy body plowing her was too much to bear.

She wailed in ecstasy, baptizing his powerful thighs and groin in her essence, as she shivered uncontrollably. The climax was exactly what she’d been pining for, nearly making her black out from the influx of physical bliss, yet she had failed to account for one small thing - now that she’d gotten off, there was nothing holding him back. Only then becoming aware of just how swiftly he was flaring within her, she was rocked by a second, even stronger orgasm when he bit down on her neck and flooded her depths with his seed.

Light hilted and filled her depths, softly grunting and pumping his hips, as he was overcome by the moment. The combination of their reflection and making her peak twice in rapid succession was the type of thing randy colts dreamt of, yet he’d gotten to experience it firsthand. Relaxing his jaws, riding the high of his bliss into the warm embrace of euphoria, he pressed his cheek to hers and heaved air into his chest.

“H…holy cow,” she panted, still trembling. Watching a smirk split his snout, she forced a scowl. “D…don’t you dare make a cow joke…”

Shaking his head, he nuzzled against her. “You said it, not me.”

“Ha ha,” she sarcastically groused. “If that’s the case, how about you get me a cow-print bikini and I’ll -”

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

Fruitlessly attempting to free herself, she knit her brow. “The pie!”

“I’ll get the pie, you hop into the shower,” he replied.

Dismounting and pulling his softening stallionhood with a quiet pop, Light rushed out the door and into the hallway, while Leech struggled to remain standing. The poor timing of their dessert was a bit regrettable, but neither was terribly bothered. Though they had a mess to clean up and were both in need of a shower, something all the more important was on their minds - just how happy they made one another…