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 Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 2:40 pm
"My counselor told me to do it." The white stallion told himself through a mouth full of luscious green grass. He continued his musings about the happenings of a few weeks ago, and that one strange night.
Mindlessly, he bent his head towards the ground to pick up another helping of grass. "Hey! What the-" Spitting out his grass, he found a thorn in the heap, along with some blood. Why were there thorns in his grass? He gave a disgruntled snort, but continued his munching. Odd, was that the taste of... roses?
Roses.
Rose.
Amelia Rose.
"Oh dammit." Well, so long trying to put her out of his mind. It really wasn't supposed to be anything other than simple seduction, some quick flirting, and maybe one distracted mare. His counselor had told him to go find a mare who wore flowers, to get over his phobia of dirty flowers.
Well, he'd definitely gotten over it.
With a shrug and a mane toss, he bent his head down to pick up another mouthful of grass.
Roses...
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 2:50 pm
As of late Miss Amelia had been feeling very strange. Quite out of place in her own body. She couldn't quite put her hoof on it, but something was wrong with her. It couldn't have been the while stallion. He wasn't her first one night stand. Though she was by no means a harlot, she was also no stranger to the bed. Why then was there something brewing within her, creating the strangest sense of forboding.
Amelia had thought like this for quite a while, until something else caught her attention. She had always paid very special attention to her body, making sure it looked lovley for those who might come to enjoy the vision of her. About a month ago a pouch had formed near her pelvis, and hours and hours of working would not rid her of it. She even skipped meals to try and stave off the obesity. Nothing worked.
It was not until recently when the bump became solid that the feeling of unease evolved into full out panic. Amelia was pregnant. That no good, filthy white stallion had knocked her up. What was his name, even? It didn't matter. Amelia growled as she tried to move with some semblace of grace. Her attempts ended in failure, resulting in an odd, stiff waddle instead.
It was in this fashion that Amelia finally found the nest of the stallion who was to be the father of her first brood of children. She was breathing too hard as she finally stopped, eyes shooting daggers at him. Sweat trickled down her sides and forehead. She'd need a long bath after this. Actually, she needed not to be pregnant. She needed not to have ever slept with the stallion who just went on placidly chewing as she stood there, simmering with rage, fat, hot, and tired.
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Posted: Tue Aug 23, 2011 9:01 am
As Rit continued to chew his cud, he heard a vaguely familiar sound. They were hoof steps, but something was off about them; a forced and heavy rhythm, along with heavy panting and awkward silence.
What was that sound again?
Shrugging again, the white stallion lifted himself off the ground, shaking his mane to dispel the laziness that had come over him that afternoon. Once his eyes opened, he saw the source of that odd sound.
Rose Mare was here. Looking for more lovin'? Rit would be glad to oblige. However, she looked a bit pissed and... ew, fat.
"Well, you've really let yourself go. Guess you couldn't handle my leaving?" Cocky was still an understatement, but at least he wasn't trying to rip the roses out of her hair, right?
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2011 11:55 am
Amelia fell silent for a moment. An uncommon occurrence to be sure, therefore one she was unsure how to handle. Her eyes blinked vacuously for several seconds before she finally looked down at her belly. She hadn’t thought she was that much bigger. Bigger, yes, but not much. The realization that she was almost bigger than a pumpkin only made her anger boil hotter.
“I am… you had nothing… you had everything to… and all you can…” Amelia stammered stupidly for several seconds before she snapped her lips shut tightly. Deep breaths through the nose. She could not let herself lose control. Ladies never lost control. She flipped her hair over her shoulder. Fine. Two can play at that game. If he was going to be rotten then she’d be rotten right back.
“As a matter of fact, you do have something to do with this.” She grinned sweetly and winked at Ritalin, reaching out with her front leg to rub his shoulder. “You’re a smart boy, aren’t you?” Her voice fell a frequency as she neared him. “You know as well as I do no one gains this much weight this fast.” A shoulder rub and a giggle. “Unless…” She looked back over her shoulder, grinning softly. A demure gasp of mock realization as her cyan eye widened. “Unless.”
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Posted: Mon Oct 17, 2011 1:42 am
Ritalin simply quirked a brow as the Rosey went on with her little charade. He got it once she started to rub his shoulder. Great. Absolutely perfect, really. More kids, probably for him to raise by himself. He was definitely going to chew his counselor out for telling him to seduce a mare. It was totally that guy's fault.
Standing up with a sigh, he tossed his mane over his shoulder in mock exasperation. "Oh no, I knocked up another mare! Soquili Gods, why am I so fertile? What a curse you've placed on my shoulders!" He flailed his legs around, crying in mockery at the sky. Snapping his head back, a serious expression now stamped onto his features, the white stallion opened his mouth, closed it, shook his head, then looked at Amelia again, hard electric blues almost sinking into her soul.
"Fine. You're pregnant, I'm the baby daddy." Was he coming off harsh? A bit, yes. "This happens a lot, so don't freak out that I'm so chill about the whole situation. I mean, look at me. Who wouldn't bang this?" A modest man he was not. "So, here's your options: You leave the kids with me, I raise them to be terrible people, and we forget they exist." Knave and King? Yup. "We raise them mutually, putting up a strong united front for them, so they turn out better than us." Not likely. "Or you pop 'em out, and we give them to a two legger." Probably the best option, really.
"Any questions?"
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