Title: Boundless (5) Author: BoundlessAnon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/F8kSPGgW First Edit: Wednesday 25th of January 2017 09:46:01 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Wednesday 25th of January 2017 09:47:42 PM CDT Boundless' belly is an icon of fertility - the sight of it all but hypnotises you. While the fur of her face and legs is a deep, verdant forest green, her prodigious abdomen calls to mind a rolling hillside coated in rich grass, the colour watered down by sheer surface area. The wide, smooth yet completely uniform shape shamelessly announces just how *full* her womb must be, the only irregularities being the subtle cleft running down the midline and the plump, faintly pink navel that sits triumphantly atop the whole thing. There's barely a hint of stretch marks anywhere; do her freaky mutant powers keep those from showing up, or was this body forged by the princesses themselves to carry foals?   You're aware of Boundless' wingtip gently stroking your back. Her gaze follows yours, eyes half-closing in contentment as you both look upon her fecund body. Apparently she's content to just lie there and smile while your brain restarts. Her tummy rises and falls in time with her breathing, almost seeming to gather and reflect the room's meager light. Is that the 'motherly glow' you've heard mares talk about, or is it the radiation? You can't be sure; either way, it's captivating.   "Go ahead, hon. You can touch it - I won't bite."   You reach out and softly lay a forehoof on her burgeoning flank (her side, not her butt). It's smooth and firm as marble; warm as morning sunlight. Boundless bites back a giggle, wiggling her hindlegs, and you mumble an apology for your cold hooves. Remembering that you're here to examine her, you wrack your brain for the deepest, most profound medical knowledge available to you. After a moment of deep deliberation, you pronounce your initial diagnosis. She's very big.   The alicorn rests her hoof on yours, that sneaky wingtip drifting down your spine. Her smile turns playful and she lowers her tone. "That would explain the achey hooves."   Cowed by her sarcasm, you fumble in your saddlebag for a moment to fetch your stethoscope and put the buds in your ears. With your free hoof, you place the metal instrument against her monumental swell, drifting it smoothly and methodically across the surface. There's just a little give to her smooth flesh, but not much. You register a faint heartbeat fairly quickly, but it's too muffled to belong to a foal. Boundless' heart beats strong and steady. You angle the stethoscope upwards, towards the top, and... there it is. You can't hide your grin - there's definitely a second heartbeat in there.   Boundless notices, of course, and looks about ready to explode with excitement. Her hoof tightens around yours and she leans towards you expectantly. "Can you hear it?"   You nod, and ask her to hold still for a minute. You want to be sure of something. After taking a few moments to memorise the position, you start searching again. You have to get up and move around to her other side to be sure, and she watches you the entire time, her face a mix of bemusement and curiosity. The stethoscope slowly glides along her skin, parting the fine fur, until-   Thump.   Boundless squeaks, but your smile only grows as what can only be a tiny hoof bumps irritably against the instrument from beneath her skin. A wave of gentle internal motion ripples across her tummy as the second foal wiggles into a more comfortable position, and a little chasing lets you pinpoint its heartbeat as well. You sit back, spread your hooves, and congratulate her on her twins.   The alicorn's forehooves shoot to her mouth, her eyes like saucers. She's simply speechless, stammering fitfully as tears pool in the corners of her eyes. When she speaks, her voice is a giddy whisper. "C-can I listen...?" You nod, moving around to her head so that she can share one of the earbuds. She curls her forelegs against her chest, and you lean across to find those little noises again. The moment you do, the tears start flowing. Once you track down the second one, Boundless wraps her forelegs around your entire body, hugging you so close it feels like you might be about to die after all. With your chin wedged against the place where her upper body meets her abdomen, you can think of worse ways to go. Her fur smells earthy, with a faint hint of ozone.   It's several minutes before you're allowed to breathe properly. After taking a barrage of profuse thanks, you let her borrow the stethoscope and walk her through the process of finding the heartbeats herself. Judging by her rapt attention, she could keep herself busy for days this way - she's probably already planning to.   "You have no idea how important this is," Boundless murmurs, still giddy with joy. "They're so beautiful." Taking the opportunity to check on her wounded leg, you go for the cheesy rejoinder and suggest that they must take after their mother. She purses her lips facetiously. "Me? A monster mare with a stomach the size of a parade float?" You nod and continue - all things considered, she makes it look good. Very good. "Even this?" she asks, motioning vaguely in the direction of her womb. You pat her side, once again taken aback by just how firm and smooth her belly is, and admit that it must be a trial to carry around, but surely it's worth it. Right?   "It can be uncomfortable, but... yes. No regrets. No regrets at all."   An idea strikes you. You might be pushing the boundaries of decency, but Boundless has been accomodating so far. Perhaps you can do something to help with that little problem. You rest both forehooves on the sheer surface of her tummy and press just enough for the warm flesh to squish a little, then start running them in slow, steady circles. You watch her face carefully for signs of discomfort or offense, but the moment she registers what you're doing her expression softens and she sighs deeply, closing her eyes and wiggling her hooves.   Oh yes, tummy rubs are certainly in order.