Title:           Boundless (15)
Author:          BoundlessAnon
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First Edit:      Sunday 5th of February 2017 06:03:35 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 5th of February 2017 06:03:35 PM CDT

The next few days pass pretty quickly. The RadAway works fast and stops your stomach from feeling like it's about to overflow through your nostrils, but it's not like your body can shake off a nasty case of radiation sickness in an afternoon. Once you stop throwing up, Boundless moves you to her room and sets up a little heap of cushions so that you can be a bit more comfortable. Auriga gives you a respectable amount of space, and while she occasionally needs someone to stop her from babbling the day away, Corona turns out to be surprisingly interesting to talk to. In fact, it even turns out that the blue mare is actually the eldest of the sisters; one of the first, actually. She recalls memories of working for the Ministry of Arcane Science back before the bombs dropped, which would put her at well over two hundred (not that you would point that out). Meanwhile, the others are barely a decade older than you.
 
Auriga isn't exactly the most open-hearted mare, so you don't see much of her save for when she checks in on Boundless. Corona is off exploring or studying whenever she's not expositing at length about this or that. It turns out that her special spell is invisibility - you're not sure if that's a good or bad power for someone to have when they're constantly curious. Boundless herself rarely leaves your side; you get the impression that she's feeding a longing for company.  Or perhaps she's just warming up her motherly side for when the foals arrive. On that note, they can't be more than a few days away. She seems increasingly restless; by the time you're up and moving again she insists on walking with you whenever you go anywhere. Harmless exercise, she says, but it's hard not to notice the faint glisten of sweat along her neck, even at rest. At least her leg's completely healed so that she can take the bandage off.
 
Boundless stops wearing her coat during the day, making it more and more obvious that her undershirt and trousers are struggling to contain her. Eventually she simply gives up trying to hide her navel, leaving a slice of her ripening abdomen visible at all times. You'd think she'd be uncomfortable or awkward, but more and more the strongest emotion she shows is gleeful pride. If she wasn't glowing before, she certainly is now.
 
It's a quiet evening when she makes her move, the pair of you relaxing in the fleeting light of her desk lamp. Corona lent you both some of her pre-apocalypse books; you're muzzle-deep in 'Honesty, Equestrian Style' when Boundless sets aside her copy of 'Changeling Liaisons' (judging by the cover it's either a spy thriller, a trashy romance, or both) and rises to her hooves with a soft grunt. You look up; she's biting her lip, staring into space. At your questioning, she turns to face you, speaking slowly as she mulls over her choice of words.
 
"...hon, do you remember the conversation we had when you arrived? After you bandaged my leg?" You sit up on your haunches and nod. You remember most of it - you might have been a little distracted at the time. Boundless starts tracing little circles on the concrete with the tip of her forehoof. "You said I was, um, attractive. Do you still think so?" Again, you nod. It's unusual for her to be acting all insecure all of a sudden. She advances towards you, the hefty swell of her sides rocking slowly with the motion of her body. Again, it becomes apparent just how intimidatingly tall she is compared to you, with the added kicker of having an abdomen so wide; so visibly heavy and full. It would be easy to feel cowed by the sight, if you weren't familiar with how gentle she could be.
 
Boundless blushes a little, toying with her ponytails. "I'm... I'm not used to thinking about myself, hon. In Unity, I was one with my sisters. Afterwards, I focused everything on the safety of my foal. And then... and then you came along and showed me that I was caring not only for one foal, but two." You give her a little smile at that. Just doing your job, right? She's done a good job too: as far as you can tell, they're both safe and healthy. The alicorn shakes her head. "But that's just it. Ever since I've been thinking more and more about myself. What I might do if something happened to my sisters, whether or not the things I make meet other people's standards. How I look, how I feel."
 
And how does she feel, you ask. Boundless takes a fond look over her shoulder, cradling her belly with a wing. "I feel glorious, hon. I want everyone to appreciate what I've done. What I am. I'm... I'm so full of pride and it just feels so strange. Like I want to be recognised. I want to run away from here and show off to everyone but that's such a stupid idea, and..." You raise a hoof, making her pause mid-sentence. Yeah, that's probably not the best plan. But surely her sisters are proud of her. You certainly are. She's doing a good thing, a beautiful thing, and it shows. You think that she's a lovely, charming mare. She leans down, putting her head level with yours, her big jade eyes glistening with happiness and desperate hope. Her voice is halting, nervous, but heavy with emotion. "Can you prove it? Can you show me?"
 
The cynical part of your brain tells you that you're taking a risk, but you ignore it. You lean forward and kiss Boundless softly on the muzzle. The response is immediate; her lips part and engulf yours, filling your lungs with the hot, earthy scent of her mouth. She kisses in a rush, over and over, unrelenting and breathless; her forehoof meets your chest, and she pushes you down until you're flat on your back. There's nothing you could do to stop her now, even if you wanted to.
 
But why would you want to?
 
"You understand, don't you, hon?" she whispers, looming over you like Celestia incarnate, dominating your field of vision with the light shining from above her. Her gravid belly rests a perilously short distance above your lower body, the plump mound that is her navel actually grazing your stomach whenever she breathes in. "I don't want to be a sister right now. I don't want to be a mutant, or a monster, or a damsel in distress or a tailor or... I wouldn't trust anyone else with this. I just want to be a mother." Her voice drips with need. "I just want to feel packed with life, loved and cherished and desired for it."
 
You offer up a little smirk. She's got the first part covered. The second? Well...