Title:           Boundless (16)
Author:          BoundlessAnon
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First Edit:      Tuesday 7th of February 2017 09:39:37 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 7th of February 2017 09:39:37 PM CDT

You press the flats of your forehooves against the face of Boundless' tremendous tummy. Once again you find yourself marvelling at just how warm and firm it feels, even through her strained undershirt. It doesn't take you long to roll that up and out of the way, revealing a softly-furred expanse that heaves magnificently every time she takes a breath or shifts her weight. A prominent vein catches your eye, defiantly breaking the perfectly curved silhouette - that little feature wasn't there when you examined her a few days ago. The longer you look, the more you get the impression of utter, fecund *fullness* - visibly tight. Tense. Surely the foals can't be more than a day or two away, assuming she doesn't drop them right here and now. So you share that thought, and it only lights a fresh fire in her eyes.
 
You feel the wind forced from your lungs as Boundless relaxes, resting her gravid mass on your lower body. You can breathe, just about, but it's suddenly a lot harder. You wiggle your back legs, but the weight is overwhelming; you're not going anywhere unless she wants you to. Her forehoof drifts gently across your cheek, just as a smile drifts across her lips. She's in control now, and she knows it. "You feel it, don't you, hon? I won't be like this for much longer." She leans in and nips the tip of your ear. "Hurry up."
 
You start with the only option available to you, laying your hooves on her prodigious midsection once again. Only a fraction of it is within your reach, so you make sure to give it your full attention. The time is past for gentle slowness and the fear of overstepping the bounds of decency; instead you massage her firmly, following the curves and contours of her teeming womb with broad, reverent strokes. You can't imagine how it must feel for her to carry something so heavy, so cumbersome, but at the same time so promising and, yes, so beautiful. Boundless sighs in bliss, extending her wings to enshroud the both of you in your own little world, and you respond by raising your head and kissing her right on the sternum. Then again, lower, where the center line of her belly meets her upper body.
 
That gets a reaction. Boundless makes a high-pitched little noise, a tremor travelling down her spine and propagating through her entire body. So you kiss her again, and again, shifting your target point just a little each time. Your last one is a little more adventurous; instead of simply pulling away, you take hold of a little belly skin between your lips and suckle on it playfully. Boundless gasps out loud, the entire bulk of her body shifting forward. You hear the flustered swishing of her tail, and pick up more scents than mere sweat. The big mare purrs under her breath, her mouth hovering by your ear. "Should have expected an earth pony to be good with their tongue, shouldn't I?"
 
You jokingly remind her that you're not the only one that has to make do without magic for now. Boundless just grins at that; the sort of grin that invariably accompanies a plan to do something very, very naughty. She doesn't give you time to speculate - instead she braces her legs and *grinds* the massive swell of her belly against your entire lower body. Back, then forward, then back again with a slow but oh-so-deliberate rolling motion that must take every muscle in her hips. You're pressed to the ground by her gravidity, all but crushed by it, and even the fleeting thought that you might be losing sensation in your back legs doesn't hide the fact that the whole experience is getting you off almost as much as her. "Without magic we have to rely on our more mundane qualities, don't we hon?" You breathlessly squeak that there's nothing mundane about the situation and she relents. A little. Now she's gentler, and you don't feel like you're at risk of being pulverized, it becomes more tender. More thoughtful. She's so proud of what she's bringing into the world, and wants you to share in just a fraction of how her body must feel every day.
 
Soon she's panting softly, her rounded flanks glistening faintly with beads of sweat, and you ask if she'd like to make herself more comfortable. "Only if you stay close, hon," she whispers, more than a little suggestion in her tone. "I want you all to myself tonight." She slowly rolls off you and onto her side, curling her forelegs against her chest with a hopeful expression that borders on downright cute. You have no intention of disappointing her, and in this position you have access to a lot of things you didn't before. The wide, rising convex of her side, the firm underbelly with its shallow, sensitive central groove and bulging navel, and the tender lower reaches; you attend to them all with hooves and mouth alike. Rubbing, tickling, kissing, even licking and suckling. There's just so *much* of her, filled to the brim with life and motion, and you dedicate yourself to making her feel like the pampered goddess of fertility that, to your mind, she might just be.
 
Eventually though, with blatant urging from Boundless and your loins alike, things begin to take a sharp turn for the carnal. You find your attention drifting lower and lower, towards the shadowed cleft where her inner thighs meet the very base of her belly's girth. She shifts her legs restlessly, shaking off the last of her clothing and revealing a place where forest green fur gives way to midnight black flesh. Her teats are well and truly engorged; plump and faintly damp, more than ready to be put to their natural use. Your muzzle slides into that shadowed cleft, eliciting a genuine moan from the alicorn as you prod and nuzzle your way around. Driven by instinct and lewd intent alike, you run your tongue around the base of a thimble-thick nipple. Her scent is so much stronger here, and it's not just the earthy, comforting smell that you're used to around her. Now it's laced with what can only be described as pure, animal need.