Title: Boundless (6) Author: BoundlessAnon Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/sKGNtmd4 First Edit: Thursday 26th of January 2017 08:38:07 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Thursday 26th of January 2017 08:48:59 PM CDT As the fine fur of her belly parts smoothly beneath your forehooves and you touch her firm, life-bearing skin, it strikes you just how much trust Boundless is placing in you, barely an hour or two after your first meeting. You're not *that* charismatic. It makes you wonder just how long she's been starved for this sort of attention. Or is being a pushover her own 'eccentricity', like Auriga's stuffiness? You notice her eyeing you expectantly, and happily cast aside the armchair psychology for another time.   Belly rubs, unfortunately, aren't something you've had much experience with. Sure, you've examined pregnant mares a couple of times before, but never interacted with them in such a personal way. Still tracing tame little circles, you ask her if she'd like you to carry on. "Oh yes," she murmurs, "A little harder..."   You carefully lean in closer - Boundless' womb is so loaded that you can't apply much more pressure before start to you feel resistance, but it seems to satisfy her. She starts to relax, muscles loosening all over her body save for one of her hindlegs, raised and twitching restlessly. That giddy, blissed-out grin makes a reappearance. You raise yourself up onto your haunches, moving your attention towards the upper face of her belly. It seems to shine invitingly in the light. The moment your hooves touch down again there's another brief flurry of internal movement. The big, bountiful mare just coos under her breath, losing herself in the moment. You tenderly knead her, one hoof after the other, and try to do the same, vaguely aware that given the size difference between you, this might take a while. For who knows how long, the only sounds in the room are those of gentle breathing and slow, tender movement as you do the best you can to make her feel comfortable. After a while, you switch sides - this mostly ends up getting a reaction out of her other foal, and you both share a giggle at the idea that it might be trying to copy you.   The alicorn, however, is the first to break the quiet spell that fell across the room. She takes your hoof between hers, sitting up a little. "Thank you," she says sincerely, "I could never have asked something like this from my sisters. This is... not the sort of bond we share." You brush it off - least you could do and all those stock chivalry phrases. Boundless just smirks for a few seconds, slowly tilting her head. She knows you're just trying to be modest, and she's having none of it.   "Tell me honestly. Do you find me attractive?"   You stammer, pausing mid-rub. How do you respond to that? Boundless continues, patting your hoof comfortingly. "All I asked for was some help with my leg - I half-expected you to try and run away and fetch an angry mob. You didn't have to do any of this."   You choose your words carefully. She's not hurting anyone, and open minds are pretty rare these days. You're curious, perhaps intrigued by Boundless and her sisters. And - yes, you finally admit, you do find her very attractive. Mutant or not, she's a beacon of life; an island of thriving growth in an ocean of gray. Okay, so you don't put it that pretentiously, but you get the point across. Her cheeks flush, a little sparkle appearing in her eyes. You have her attention; apparently she's fishing for flattery.   "That's sweet, hon. Thank you," she purrs. "If you don't mind, could you get the lower part too?" You nod, taking the hint and circling around to her hindquarters - her back legs rest either side of you, long and slender. In front, her abundant gravidity looms, casting a shadow as if demanding your complete and undivided devotion. She smiles approvingly, fiddling with one of her ponytails. You decide to start near her navel and work your way down (and have to rear up to reach, all but laying on top of her) - it's a safe bet that she'll stop you before your hooves wind up anywhere too sensitive, right?   It quickly becomes apparent that the midline of Boundless' tummy is the most sensitive part. As your hooves gently traverse either side of the gentle cleft that frames her protruding belly button, her breathing gets faster. Her hindlegs twitch, hooves curling in what you can only assume is ecstacy. You stop and look her in the eye, dead serious for a moment, eliciting a little noise of confusion. Then, unable to resist the urge, you gently but firmly press down on her navel.   "Boop."   Boundless gives a little yelp, and the blush infecting her cheeks takes a sudden and extreme leap forward in intensity. She can, you cheekily point out, also be very cute. The mare huffs a little, folding her hooves across her chest, but she can't hide that smile so you return to the task at hand. It's slow going - you have a lot of ground to cover, but it's all too obvious by now that both of you are having fun. The lower reaches of her pregnant swell must bear the brunt of its weight while she's standing up, so it only makes sense that they're the most sensitive area too. You don't do anything different, just apply some careful pressure and move your hooves in little patterns, but Boundless' self-control seems to be struggling. You lose sight of her face as you methodically work your way down the face of that beautiful belly, but you can hear the little noises she makes. The shallow breaths, the little gasps, the fitful twitching and fluttering of her wings.   She has, you realise with a twinge of emotion, put herself entirely at your mercy.