You wake up from your sleep, stretching your arms as you yawn.
Yet another day to spend in this alien world. Not to say you didn't succeed in intergrating here, although you were afraid that you wouldn't.
You even got a mare and have married her.
More than that, you've impregnated her.
Something you would consider impossible, if the creatures in this world weren't magical. They've explained it to you that it was the love magic that made it possible.
She's here in the bed, currently snuggling to you from beside of you. Still in her peaceful slumber, her barrel steadily raising up and down, as she quietly sniffles.
Her ear twitches in her sleep, her soft, fluffy, green mane caresses your skin as she breathes, her forehoof is stretched across your chest.
Her breath brushes your skin gently.
She's really warm and beautiful, and the mere sight of your mare wife sleeping is tranquil enough for make you fall asleep again.
You roll on your side, putting your hand on the scales on her back, running your palm over them. Her mane fluff on her chest teases your bare skin.
She opens her golden eyes, waking up. She yawns, her open mouth exposing her short fangs.
You saw them growing much larger, back when you've met for the first time.
She was in the jungle, picking the local herbs. You got ambushed by a local predator, but despite being a horse-like creature, she didn't run.
The fire engulfed her, her chocolate brown fur turning black, the fangs growing in size, and she chased the beast away from you.
Putting a start in your relationship with her, growing to becoming a married, loving couple, now awaiting a foal together.
She looks into your eyes, her initially featureless expression turning into a warm smile.
"Good morning, Cindy."
"Good morning, Anon."
She leans to plant a kiss on your cheek, her prehensile lips ever so gently suckling on your skin. You don't keep yourself from reciprocating, kissing her in the snout.
"How did you sleep last night?" you ask, massaging her scaly back.
"Very well. I can't even imagine how did I even slept without you, handsome."
You blush at Cinder's compliment.
The brown kirin reciprocates to your canoodling, running her cloven hoof on your back. You feel her noticably pregnant belly against your own stomach, the gentle kicks being apparent against your skin.
She shifts the covers down with her magic, the patterns on her horn lighting up red.
You scooch down to her tummy, nuzzling and kissing it, feeling the kicks from inside of her full womb.
Rubbing it, sinking your face in the brown fur. Cinder puts her hoof on your head, giggling in delight, prolonging the tender moment between herself, you and the gestating foal.
You caress her stomach, enjoying the foal kicking, feeling their parents and their love.
"You're going to be a good father, and our foals will be beautiful." your kirin wife coos, gently pressing your face into her belly.
You sink your face into her coat one more time, leaving a nice peck on her stomach.
You shift back up to her eye level, her face still being lightened up with a warm, tender, loving smile.
The smile that meant everything to you.
She's a normally a cool, emotionless mare. When she does express her emotions, they are pure and honest.
She told you that once she used to be more emotional, less controlled. But then Vow of Silence happened, having the life of her village being completely changed.
Sometimes, she blamed herself for being a catalyst for it, since it all started with her having an argument with an another kirin at the market, spiralling into the village being burned and subsequently rebuilt.
Even though she was the first one to ask for her voice being given back.
Your wife is so courageous, her will is really strong. Still, she always have tried to keep her emotions checked and controlled, even the mood swings during her current condition weren't a problem to her.
She's genuine in her emotions, it's one of the reasons why you love your mare so much.
You preen the scales on Cinder's face, shoving your finger underneath them. She blushes and giggles, sticking her tongue out, feeling your finger press on the flesh under the scales, closing her eyes in euphoria.
You didn't preen her facial scales for awhile, you keep removing a bunch of dirt from it.
You clean them up, from her snout up to her horn. When you're done, you clean your fingers, moving to give her ears a scritch.
She coos in enjoyment, feeling you scratch them. You scritch the other one, and her head leans to your hand, nuzzling it, and quietly squeaking in delight.
You give her ears your affection for a while, before running your palm across her cheek. She holds your head with her forehooves, moving your face towards her chest fluff.
Planting you against it, her hooves wrapped tightly around you. You take a nice whiff of her scent.
A mix of charcoal and fresh kiwi fruits with a hint of cacao, reminiscent of the colour of her coat.
Kirins would sometimes snack on coal, as their jaws are strong enough to chew it. The kiwis are her favourite fruit, but it has to be imported from the villages further south (the Kirin Lands are in Equus' Southern Hemisphere), where the climate is cooler.
You saw Cinder at work at her garden, making vegetables grow using her magic. It's like as she's forcefully pulling them out with telekinesis.
As she explained it to you, the mechanism is quite similar; with telekinesis, she just needs to imagine levitating something. With plant growth, she needs to imagine the plants growing as she uses her magic.
She had quite a few of her own fruit trees in her own small farm, adjacent to the traditional kirin tree house you both reside in.
You keep on intaking her fragrance while she presses your head into her green mane fluff.
Petting her in the back, caressing her barrel all over.
"Spirits, Anon, you're just so cute."
Cinder sinks her snout into your hair, pecking you on the top of your head.
You kiss her in the fluff, panting while getting more of her scent. She finally lets you shift back up to face her.
She leans to kiss you, locking her lips with yours, wrapping her tail around your leg, her prehensile lips suckling on yours.
You try to reciprocate, but her tongue invades your mouth. You push it back, exploring her mouth, brushing your tongue on her fangs.
Cinder's tongue pushes you back out, wrestling with yours. After a short wrestling match, which she wins, she dances around with your defeated tongue, putting her cloven forehoof on the back of your head again.
You do the same by putting your own hand on her head, sinking your palm into her green mane.
Not a single inch of your mouth remains unexplored by her broader tongue. Your undercheeks, undertongue, palate, teeth, none of it remains unlicked.
She breaks out of the kiss, the string of drool connecting your mouths. She leans to give you a peck on your nose.
You reciprocate, kissing her on the snout again, and pecking her all over her facial scales. She peppers you with kisses, all over of your face.
You decide to preen the scales on her back. She moans and coos, feeling your fingers touch her flesh, cleaning her scales out of more dirt.
You caress your kirin wife's back as you preen her. She nuzzles your cheek, encouraging you for more.
You gently kiss Cinder on the cheek, nuzzling her, sinking your nose into the softness of her chocolate brown coat.
When you are done with cleaning her scales, you clean your fingers. You still want to prolong your intimacy with your mare.
Your beloved Cinder.
Running your hand on her belly, the subtle kicks greeting you.
Sharing your breath together with her.
Looking into each other's eyes.
You stay like this for a while, enjoying the idyllia together. Sometimes you would lean to kiss each other in the lips, murmuring words of affection.
"I love you, my kirin wife." you coo, petting her on the head.
"I love you too, my big, handsome human." Cinder reciprocates.
But as the clock ticks, it's becoming apparent that you still need to do your chores for today.
She reluctantly unwraps her tail from your leg, preparing herself to get up from the bed. You had to make the breakfast while she does a bit of farming.
She still could comfortably farm, despite her pregnancy.
"Would you mind some noodle soup with chili oil? I can get some charcoal just for you." you propose today morning's breakfast to Cinder, sitting on the bed while both of you are about to get up.
"Absolutely."
Author's Note
Any kind of criticism is welcome.
The bit about the Kirin Lands being in the Southern Hemisphere is inspired by the official map, where the "Kirin Grove" is located south of a jungle belt in southern Equestria.
