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- >There are certain ways to wake up in the morning that are absolutely delightful.
- >The slow, steady warmth of summer air surrounding you.
- >The smell of breakfast being cooked.
- >An early-morning blowie.
- >All wonderful.
- >But a bit of sunlight to the eye is none of those things.
- “Christ.”
- >You flinch and hiss under your breath, bringing your hand up to cover your face from the illustrious intruder.
- >Your world descends back into relative darkness but it’s already too late; you’re awake and that means the day has begun.
- >Still, maybe you can catch another five to ten minutes of shut-eye and
- >“Hmmf.”
- >A sudden pressure against your chest shatters any hope of sneaking back to bed.
- >Daring to crack open your un-blinded eye, you glance down at your sheet mate and see that her sleep-filled gaze is already locked onto your face.
- >Her lips part with a dull smack before smiles up at you.
- >“Good morning, dear.”
- >Even her strangled morning voice sounds sweetly strained.
- >By the time you realize what you’re doing, it’s already too late to stop.
- >So you just go ahead and plant a kiss on the top of her head, burying part of your face in the mare’s cinnamon-scented mane.
- “Morning to you too, little fireball.”
- >Spitfire squirms against your affections, a throaty chuckle rumbling through her body as you tighten your arms around her middle.
- >“Are you going to let me up?”
- “Should I?”
- >“You should.”
- >You grunt in response, not exactly convinced by the response.
- >After a few seconds, the golden mare begins to squirm against the mattress, flexing her legs and stretching her body.
- >“Alright, time to get up. I’ve got to be landing on the tarmac in forty.”
- >A compelling argument to start the day.
- >Unfortunately for her, you’ve got one better.
- “Nah, that’s not important.”
- >Spitfire laughs again.
- >“It’s my job.”
- >Nuzzling your face against her mane, you move higher and whisper in a low but firm voice that tickles the sensitive hairs around her ear.
- “And I’m your spouse.”
- >The mare makes a low, satisfied sound, a bit of her tail flicking against your nearly nude thigh.
- >Before she can come up with an adequate response, you add
- “Besides, you don’t really want to go out there and face the chilly autumn air, do you?”
- >You both glance toward the window, and you have to move your head again to avoid getting blinded again by some of the light peeking through the curtains.
- >The leaves outside give a dry, heavy rustle, like seasonal wind chimes created to lull people back to sleep.
- >Spitfire sighs, stopping her squirming for a moment.
- >“But there’s a mountain of recruit files that I need to go over today.”
- >Planting a kiss behind her ear, you smile as she gently groans.
- “That’s boring.”
- >“It’s my job.”
- >The old standby, although somewhat less enthused than the last time.
- >Your fingers drag over her belly, causing the Wonderbolt Captain’s body to tighten at your touch.
- >She trembles for a moment, not even breathing until it rushes out all at once in a thunderous trembling.
- >“We shouldn’t.”
- >Her voice is uncertain and wavering as you begin to pepper kisses around her ear again.
- >As you proceed to love on her, Spitfire starts squirming again.
- >However, instead of trying to pull herself free, she begins to work spine against your chest, shimmying downward.
- >You slide your arms down with her descending body, making sure to keep a good grip on the mare in case this is all some ploy to slip away.
- >It quickly becomes apparent that it isn’t, as Spitfire places her haunches against your thighs.
- >Your mind snaps out of the fog of sleep as the heated sensation seeps through your legs.
- >Is it really that time of year already?
- >A quick glance down at your spouse confirms in an instant what you suspected.
- >Spitfire’s head is tilted back so that she can look up at you.
- >Face flush, her breathing short, and her sharp, orange eyes dulled with a purely needy arousal.
- >“Dearest.”
- >Her voice, still sweetly strained, has lost the tired, throaty sound from before.
- >“Why do you tempt me like this? I have so much work to do.”
- >You manage a smirk and shift your kisses from her ears to her face.
- “Maybe I just want to spend more time doting on my wife.”
- >Spitfire groans in approval, pressing her flank more firmly against your thighs.
- >You can feel the slight, hungry motions of her nethers groping blindly for something to latch onto through the thin fabric of your bed-shorts.
- >“If that’s all it is, you could just ask. We could leave the children with my mother one weekend, or we could all go out together. We don’t need-”
- >A firm kiss on the lips is all it takes for her rambling to turn to a gentle moan as she begins to melt against your body.
- >The mare’s wings twitch, her feather’s tickling your middle as you hold her close.
- >While she’s still drunk off the affection, you bump your nose against her snout and smile.
- “A weekend isn’t nearly enough time. I’m going to need to give you weeks, maybe months, of sincere attention.”
- >Your words hang in the air for a long while as Spitfire struggles to catch her breath.
- >“Please.”
- >She finally whispers.
- >“Don’t make it sound so appetizing.”
- “I don’t really think I have to do anything.”
- >Your smile changes to a smirk as you squirm your lower body a little.
- >Spitfire’s needy gaze flutters for an instant as she feels the heat of your shaft press against her bare backside.
- “I think that you’re already ready.”
- >“But two is already so much work.”
- >The mare’s attempt at a complaint is undermined by the fact that she’s dragging her lower lips against the tip of your dick, shuddering as the cotton covering crosses her pony pussy.
- >“And I’ve just started to work off some of the weight from our second.”
- >True.
- >You shift your hands and grab a little bit of pudge around her belly and her flank for emphasis, causing Spitfire to whimper.
- >“You don’t really want me to be a big, grounded b-”
- >Her voice cracks a little.
- >She swallows and wets her lips before stuttering and stumbling through the next word
- >“Broodmare, do you?”
- >The conversation goes quiet.
- >In the stillness of the room, you can hear her breathing.
- >It’s fast and sharp, strong and needy.
- >Once again, her eyes are fixed on you, waiting to hear your response.
- >With a sigh, you remove your hand from her flank and put in on your hip.
- >Spitfire’s eyes flutter a few times as she begins to process the absence of your palm, and you see something in her expression change.
- >But as she opens her mouth, she freezes, feeling the naked heat of the tip of your cock pressed against her cooch.
- >She shudders, her eyes alight with excitement even as she whispers
- >“No.”
- >You respond in kind, with a kiss and a whisper.
- “Yes.”
- >A smile on her face begins to spread as her nethers begin to pulse with the beat of her heart; eager, open, inviting.
- >“I, I’m Captain of the Wonderbolts.”
- >Her attempt at a protest melts away with another press of the lips.
- “And my wife.”
- >As you slide your head inside her, she whimpers.
- >“But, the uniforms aren’t fitted for pregnant ponies.”
- “Then I guess you’ll be out of uniform for a while.”
- >Spitfire moans as you slide deeper into her.
- >The muscular walls of her snatch begin to flex around your dick, milking it even as she comes up with another excuse.
- >“Darling, I have to stay in shape.”
- >Cradling her still soft stomach, you smirk and rub your cheek against hers.
- “Then I’ll give you a new shape; one that oozes motherly appeal.”
- >With a helpless whimper, Spitfire squirms her haunches down towards your hips.
- >“You, you’re really going to turn me into a foal factory?”
- “Is that a problem?”
- >The mare shudders as your fingers toy with the tip of her ear.
- >Her eyes meet yours and she smiles.
- >“No. It’s exactly what I need. Breed me.”
- >That’s really all you need to hear.
- >With one arm around her belly and a hand at her flank, you hilt yourself inside the yellow mare.
- >She gives a quiet squeal, her perky pony anus pulsing as it rests on top of your pelvis.
- >The internal milking sensation intensifies, an already breathless Spitfire whimpering as you pull out, only to whine as you hit home again.
- >Things move at a relatively brisk pace as you quickly begin to pick up speed, leaving the already-mother of two a squirmy mess as she orgasms.
- “Such a sensitive mare. How do you get so tense that you have a hair trigger?”
- >Despite the loving tone, you can’t help but throw a bit of vinegar into your voice to tease her.
- >It works like a charm, earning you a playful glare from your wife.
- >“Dealing with my teammates of course.”
- “Sounds like you could use a break.”
- >Spitfire gives a small hum of approval.
- >Well, she tries to, but the fact that you’re pounding away at her causes it to become a prolonged sound of delight.
- “Careful, you’ll wake the children.”
- >Somehow the red across her face deepens and she brings a hoof to her mouth.
- >Not that you think it will help much.
- >After a few more minutes of pounding, and another small orgasm for Spitfire, she glances back at you.
- >“Please.”
- >Any sense of teasing has left the mare’s voice, as has the somewhat harsh voice she generally uses, replaced instead with a foreign lilt.
- >It’s pretty clear that she’s ready to have her snatch sealed shut.
- >But you’re not quite ready.
- >Not yet.
- “Please what?”
- >Spitfire gulps, looking up at you with shining, eager eyes.
- >“Please, give me a foal.”
- >In that moment she looks like the eager young mare you bedded all those years ago.
- >That’s cute.
- >That’s really cute.
- >But she isn’t that fresh young thing anymore, and neither are you for that matter.
- >No, now you’re looking for something different.
- >Leaning in close, you pepper her face with kisses, working your way back up to her ear.
- >Spitfire moans under your attention, trying to coax your seed out of her before you arrive at your destination, but to no avail.
- >Wetting your lips, you whisper into her ear.
- “I want to, believe me I do. I’m really about to pop.”
- >For emphasis, you slow your thrusts, focusing now on deep, powerful penetration.
- >Spitfire gasps at the change in motion.
- “But, you want more than just a foal, right?”
- >The mare whimpers, shooting you a sidelong glance.
- >It’s uncertain, but excited, and that just encourages you more.
- “Tell me what you really want, okay?”
- >As you continue to rattle her womb with each push inside her, the breathless Captain chokes out
- >“I want another foal, I do. But, I want more too. Oh stars, so many more.”
- >The wavering in her voice begins to fade, those bright orange eyes gleaming with anticipation.
- >“Enough that we can field a whole flight team. Enough that I have to keep a different suit around for every month of my pregnancies.”
- >The thought of the already squeaky fabric creaking around Spitfire’s swollen form is enough to encourage you to pound her pony pussy that much harder.
- >You would have been glad to blow your load just to that, but somehow she spirals even higher.
- >“Enough that when I do photo shoots I start a trend for mature-looking, fit, filled-out pegasus mares. But more than all of that, I want to be your broodmare!”
- >Too much.
- >This mare really is too much.
- >Gripping her strong, soft body tight, you feel your lower body clench and bury your dick deep inside her.
- >Spitfire cries out as the first splash of spunk surges inside her eager womb, the hungry walls of her snatch tugging ever more against your shaft as you orgasm together.
- >Seconds stretch on into eternity as the little pony’s baby room is flooded with your seed.
- >The two of you linger in the afterglow, holding one another however you can, and drift back and forth between moments of lucidity.
- >It’s only the eventual squeal of a delighted child that rouses you from the pleasant place.
- “Sounds like he’s up.”
- >“Mhmm.”
- >It’s the best your wife can manage, still dazed and exhausted as she is.
- >Chuckling, you untangle yourself from her and wrap her tight in the sheets.
- >The mare sinks a little deeper into the bed, mumbling to herself as you go to the bathroom to rinse off and get changed before attending to your children.
- >The three of you are around the breakfast table when Spitfire finally wobbles downstairs.
- >You flash her a smile.
- “Morning dear.”
- >Spitfire does the same, her wings fluttering as she rises up and gives you a quick peck on the nose.
- >“Good morning, Sötnos.”
- >She briefly dotes on the children, giving them morning kisses and nuzzles before trotting towards the door.
- >“I slept in this morning, so I’ll be back late tonight.”
- >You frown and raise an eyebrow.
- “No breakfast?”
- >“No time.”
- “What about lunch?”
- >The mare with the fiery mane pauses, glancing over her shoulder and smirking at you.
- >“I wouldn’t worry about me; my belly is good and full.”
- >Both of you share a knowing smile before she heads out the door.
- >Leaving you to another day of excitement with the children.
- >And the excitement of a very eager wifey coming home tonight.
- >Such is life in the Spitfire family household.
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