http://archive.heinessen.com/mlp/thread/15814584#p15830203

Loosely based on "Inside Bundle Joy's mind" at http://pastebin.com/H020HsUR.

*Knock knock

"One moment.~"

>You shuffle in place, as you wait.  You used the back door, like you were told.

>The door opens.

"Come on in, I just finished a batch of cookies."

>Sweet.

>Bundle Joy welcomes you into her home and bids you to follow her into a hallway.

>You look around at the decorations, as you follow her on your way to what you presume to be the kitchen.

>It's decent; there's a lamp on a small table and the rest of the decoration is delegated to the various framed photos adorning the walls.

>The photos are mostly pictures of foals being held by her in what looks like a hospital.

>There's actually a blank frame hanging already, you presume it's for the foals still inside of her.

>Speaking of which, you decide to take in the view.

>Her hips sway back and forth, her large belly following suit, and her tail is lifted in a way that gives you a nice view, without looking slutty.

>You bite your lower lip, as you observe the foals inside shift into more comfortable positions.

>You wonder what it must be like for the foals, unable to do anything except feebly express their discontent, while being completely dependent on her for everything.

>You need to calm down; luckily, you smell fresh cookies and enter the kitchen seconds later.

"Just sit down and I'll get you some milk for those cookies."

>I could get used to this.

>She sets down your glass and proceeds to dip a cookie in her own.

>Chocolate chip is clearly the superior cookie.  They're so gooey and the milk really helps.

>You let her have the last cookie; after all, she did make them and she's also 10 months pregnant or whatever.

"Did you enjoy the cookies?"

"Uh, yeah.  Thanks."

"I also made the milk.  What did you think of it?"

>What.

"Um . . . it was good."

>She has a creepy smile on right now.

"You stallions are so cute.  You know why you're here and you're still nervous."

"Um, sorry."

"Don't be, let's go up to my room for some fun now."

>She makes certain to be in front of you as you ascend the stairs.

>So much for keeping it in its sheath.

>Her bedroom is nothing unusual, the bed is basic.  The sheets are new.

"One moment.~"

>She walks into the adjoined bathroom and closes the door.

"Question~, um," *giggle, "I don't even know your name."

"Heh, it's Anonymous, but you can call me Anon.

"Anon, huh?  Well, are you okay if we do a little roleplaying?"

>Hmmm, better give the mare what she wants.

"Sure."

"Great!  The safeword is nightmare."

>Safeword?  Fuck.

>Little Anon is more eager than you are.

>The poor bastard doesn't know what's coming.

>Hehe, coming.

"Anon, are you ready to start?"

>You turn towards the voice.

"Um, sure."

>Little Anon's no longer as little.

>Bundle Joy has on a black leather outfit that wraps around her body, open at the belly, so as to accentuate the lavender orb that houses the foals, and finishes by wrapping around her flank; a panzer officer visor cap adorns her head.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

>She props her forebody on the foot of the bed and presents herself to you; as she moves her tail, you can see the ways in which the leather avoids her holes and teats.

>There are even two arrows telling you where to go.

>One reads, "I just cleaned it," the other, "Only if you're good."

>You've always been one for a little anal, although you weren't always giving.

>Grinning as if a harlequin, you start to mount her.

>She takes an as-of-then unnoticed whip attached to her outfit and cracks it; you immediately dismount.

"Nightmare!  Nightmare!"

*giggle "Silly Anon, that safeword's for later; we're not doing anything that needs one right now."

>She's still laughing and snorts for a moment.

>You wait.

"So what was the whip for?"

"It's for when you're bad."

"O-oh, what did I do?"

"Silly, you were going to start with the wrong head."

>You look at her flank; it's not the best you've seen, but all the sweets she's eaten have certainly helped.

>Well, atleast she cleaned it.

>You cautiously get closer to Bundle Joy's anus.

>You're thankful it doesn't smell like shit; it pretty much just smells like nice soap and skin.

>She was probably kind enough to also use an enema or something.

>You run your tongue along the outside in a vertical motion and continue running your tongue up, until it its the tip of her dock.

>Some shivering and heavy breathing is the only response.

>You smile; you'll get her to scream your name soon enough.

>Without your original hesitation, you once again assault Bundle Joy's rear with your face.

>Your long tongue enters her, her sphincter alternating between fighting to push you out and relaxing, so as to allow you to explore to your satisfaction.

>You start a bobbing motion.  Hopefully, once she sees how skilled your tongue is, she'll let you use your penis.

>Playing along, and thoroughly discouraged by Bundle Joy's still holding the whip, you continue to heed the arrows and think of a use for your hooves not involving the veritable pathway to her children.

>While stuck in thought, you had apparently pulled out slightly, as Bundle Joy was currently pushing her rump in your face in an attempt to draw you back to your previous depth.

>Smiling at the fact that you've elicited more recognition than the crack of a whip or mere grunts, you push yourself back in and, grabbing her hips, start a slow rocking motion.

>It isn't long before you pick up speed and subsequently begin to hear the sound of skin slapping skin.

>Twisting your head, eliciting a moan, you can see that it's her teats beating against her violently swaying belly.

>You can't help but wonder again what it feels like for the foals.  Do they know what's happening out here?

>It doesn't matter, they're powerless to stop it.  All they can do is try to enjoy the ride.

>You're so hard it hurts.

>You see some kicks come out and hit her teats and a shiver runs down your spine.

>You start to stroke yourself at the thoughts and sights before you; but stop.

>You'll be closer to them than this, soon enough.

>Somehow grabbing her left teat with your hoof, you start to lightly squeeze.

>Your hoof is drenched in milk after a few seconds.

"O-okay, you may mount me now."

>Oh yes.

>There wasn't a bad taste in your mouth, but lapping up the milk on your hoof still seemed to be a good idea.

>It was much warmer and so sweet so as to almost be distasteful, but just enough to be the best milk you had ever had.

>There's many a thing that can be said of mare's milk-

"What are you doing!?  Get over here already!"

>Well don't you feel stupid.

>Wasting no more time, you mount her and, realizing that she's already soaked, slowly align and plunge yourself in.

>You're no stranger to mares; you'd think that she'd be loose and that it would be hard for either of you to get off, but she was tighter than any mare you had ever been with.

>Maybe she does some weird excercises.

>You hilt her and moan.  You've worked to get to this, fuck inhibitions.

>Then you realize that you can't pull out.

>Will trying to yank yourself out work?

>Nope.

>Fuuuck, this hurts.

"Did I say that you could do that?"

"Yes, yes you did!"

"I did not!"

"You did!"

"Stop talking back!"

>She cracks that damned whip again; rather than cracking it in the air, she decided that about a hoof-radius away from the left side of your face was more appropriate.

>Well, you won't strike her and she's strangling your little friend, preventing any blood from escaping.

>What do?

>Oh, apparently getting choked out by Bundle Joy throwing the whip around your neck while she giggles is what you'll do.

>Waking up with all of your legs tied to the bed is a little cliche, but you're more concerned with the severity of the situation.

>Bundle Joy had been cuddling you the entire time, from your left side, with her abdomen resting on yours.

>It was heavy, but feeling the movement from inside was already reviving your erection.

"Oh good, you're up."

>You decide to just stare at her, in part, because your throat's now dry.

"I'm sorry about what I did, I got a little carried away."

>You continue your silent tirade.

"Stop looking at me like that; you said roleplay was okay and I know stallions that are into this sort of stuff."

>Staring at her disapprovingly is easy, so you'll just keep on and see what you get.

"Whatever. I'll make it up to you."

>She frenches you and reaches down to massage your cock.

>Unfortunately for you, you're dry and could use a little lube.

>Bundle notices this and you soon feel a warm liquid wash over Little Anon.

>Did she just piss on your dick?

>Regardless, you can't argue with the effects; it helps that you think you can smell milk.

>She presses your member into the bottom of her distended womb.

>You can feel every kick, every tightening of her stomach, every breath, and so much more.

>You were planning on getting off in one shot, but Bundle Joy chewing on your ear sent you off into bliss for a few moments.

"I'll untie you, if you promise that you'll let me get off too.

"And if I refuse?"

"Well, you won't get to rub my belly while I do it if you don't."

"Okay, I accept," you grin for the first time, since being tied up and jerked off.