Kassaz - Bare With Me (WIP)

>Celestia's sun hung high in the sky over the Manehattan cityscape.
>Manehattan is home to more than its fair share of wealthy ponies, but, as we all know, money can't buy everything.
>It can usually buy something equivalent, for the most part, though.
>This is how one Bundle Joy made her living, helping ponies bring their own little foals into the world.
>To tell the truth, she'd be more than happy to do it for nothing, but they didn't need to know that.
>This is how she found herself currently rooming in a guest room of a wealthy couple's home.
>They weren't the first couple that had requested she stay with them during the pregnancy.
>Surrogates weren't involved in the same way a wife would be and that worried many couples.
>There were horror stories circulating about families raising other stallion's foals because of disloyal surrogates.
>Bundle didn't mind the extra precautions some couples would take, even though she'd never do something like that.
>To start, she'd be inspected for little passengers.
>After that, she'd be impregnated by the stallion.  She loved it the most when the mare of the house stuck around for whatever reason.
>Finally, she'd be kept under watch until they were certain it took.
>Until they were certain her womb belonged to that stallion for the next 11 months.
>It always felt so good when she was finally sure that she was carrying new life that she would nourish for as long as it needed.
>It was always so exciting, especially when all of the precautions were taken.
>It made her feel like she was carrying treasure with her and, in a way, she was.
>The stallion had put triplets inside of her and she loved every moment of it.
>As if they could tell they were being thought about, they started struggling against the womb that nourished them, sending little ripples along her taut skin.
>It only took one of them delivering some choice kicks to wake up the others and start a struggle.
"Shh little ones.  Don't be so restless," she cooed at her rapidly shifting belly.
>She started rubbing her massive middle and humming a gentle tune.
>Eventually, her brood calmed down and went back to sleep, nestled snuggly inside of her.
>She decided it was also time to go back to sleep and pulled her covers over herself.
>Her body was more than suited for warm snuggles and sleeping; the heat radiating from her fecund roundness only helped her drift off into sleep.

>She woke up to more kicking, right underneath her popped belly button to be exact.
>It felt a little good more than anything, but it was still too distracting for her to fall asleep with.
>She started rubbing her swollen middle and wondered what had upset them when her stomach rumbled loudly, irritating the foals further.
"Don't worry sweeties.  Mommy will go eat something."
>She loved calling herself that, especially if the mare of the house was in earshot.
>It's not like it wasn't true.
>Pregnancy always brought out the Bundle Joy that loved to flaunt her fertility and hyperfemininity in front of other mares.
>It didn't hurt to do it in front of stallions either.
>Her stomach started growling again, upsetting the foals and breaking her out of her thoughts.
>Getting out of bed this late in the pregnancy was always a chore, but she'd found the best way to do it a ways back.
>She carefully got on all fours and checked herself in the mirror.
>So far, so good.  Her mane wasn't so bad and her tail wasn't too frazzled.
>Turning around, she noticed her teats had started dribbling.
>Looking back, the lower half of her bed was soaking.  She just hadn't noticed.
>She'll have to let one of the maids know to change the sheets.
>That was another nicety of living with a wealthy couple.
>Well, she can't really go to breakfast with leaking teats.  That would just be rude.
>Luckily, she had a special bra just for this occasion.
>It was a bit of a struggle to get it on her frame, but she managed.
>The thing was tight as Tartarus though.
>She didn't care.  She could tell this pregnancy was almost done anyways.
>She could always just relieve herself of some of this milk later.
>With that done, she started her waddle to the dining room.

>The long and numerous halls had confused her when she first started living here, but by now she'd found her way around the building.
>Her mouth was watering by the time she walked into the room and took a seat at the table.
>She could smell waffles, syrup, tea, and so many other things; they all smelled so good.
>The food was sent out shortly afterwards and Bundle didn't waste any time in stuffing her face.
>She did wipe her face and continue more slowly when her clients walked in.
>The mare sat next to her with her husband sitting across the table from them.
>Bundle would be lying if she said she didn't love the attention she got from all of this.
>It felt so nice to be valued and coddled.  They always asked how she and the foals were doing and she always gave nice responses.
>When she was done eating, Bundle sighed and let herself get more comfortable.
>This was a bad idea, in hindsight, since she heard and felt a loud snap immediately after this.
>She would have jumped out of her chair if she had been capable.
>There was no need to see what had happened, as the stallion across from the two of them pulled a milk-soaked bra out of his lap.
>It would have been funny to Bundle if she didn't have a stream of milk running down her legs.