“Glk Glk Glk…”

The sound of muted gagging sailed to her ears, the taste of sweat and pre-cum danced over her palate, and he could feel her throat bulging with each bob of her head, yet Sombra couldn’t help herself - literally couldn’t stop herself. Her gaze wandered between the prismatic tuft of pubic hair bumping against her nose to the pair of cerise eyes peering down at her, causing her heart to skip a beat. She never would have thought she’d end up gleefully choking herself on Celestia’s monstrous stallionhood - then again, she never thought she’d ever find himself in Equestria again.

Two weeks - it had been two long, grueling weeks since she’d woken up within an unassuming home in Sapphire Shoals. She’d honestly thought that her final encounter with Twilight Sparkle would be her end, having been vaporized by the insufferable Princess of Friendship, yet destiny held a much more twisted fate for her - yes her. Her kingdom, her power, and her masculinity had been stripped from her as soon as she’d been revived, reducing her to a mockery of a stallion.

Her ears swiveled back, hearing a door open behind her, yet her ministrations didn’t slow. If there was one thing she couldn’t do, it was disobey her Mistress - not because she physically couldn’t, but because her willpower was nonexistent. After discovering she was no longer the tall, imposing stallion she once was, having a figure that would be the envy of most mares, she’d quickly realized she had strange, insatiable urges - urges Celestia and her big, meaty endowment could sate.

She’d always known that alicorns were a singular species, having traits of both stallions and mares, although she’d never thought of them as more than an annoyance. The Princesses were playthings to her, beasts to be conquered and subjected - sadly, robbed of her power and everything she’d held dear, the tables had been turned. Her revival had apparently taken place after Twilight had become the sovereign of Equestria, allowing Celestia to retire with plenty of free time on her hooves.

“Leaking already?” Celestia tittered.

Sombra shifted and lifted a hind leg, displaying the impotent, permanently limp nub that had once been her stallionhood. More of a clit than a cock, the atrophied, drooling appendage served as a reminder of who and what she once was. She had no doubt that Celestia could have transformed her into an actual mare, but the Princess’ intentions for her weren’t that forgiving.

Shifting in her chair, the Princess waved her forehoof. “That’s enough for now.”

Without pause, Sombra reared back and unsheathed the imposing, fleshy length from her gullet. She pursed her lips around the retreating shaft, taking care to mop as much saliva and pre-cum from the cock as she could, before giving it a parting kiss as it popped free from her muzzle. Some remnant of her former self had been left, powerlessly raging at what she’d become, yet it was eclipsed by the obedient, cock-hungry sow that was her new self.

Celestia slipped from her seat and smirked, cocking a brow as she peered over at her plaything. “Is it me or has that pathetic thing between your legs gotten smaller?”

“I…I don’t know, Mistress,” she murmured, averting her gaze.

“Perhaps it’s time for another inspection. Come now - be a good mare and roll over,” the alicorn instructed, a smirk splitting her muzzle.

Sombra rolled onto her back and lewdly splayed her legs. The embarrassment she would have felt from such a display, especially after her metamorphosis, was nonexistent. She knew that obedience was rewarded, while petulant defiance was met with punishments that she couldn’t endure. On the few occasions she’d resisted instruction, she wasn’t beaten, she wasn’t chastised, nor was she mistreated in any conventional way - no, she was ignored.

Her libido had been magnified by an order of magnitude, her mind sculpted to persistently dwell on how best to serve her Mistress, so neglect, even for as little as an hour, was torture incarnate. She was Celestia’s toy, a pair of warm, wet, welcoming holes to satisfy her Princess, and there was nothing she could do to change it. Holding her fetlocks, she remained still as the alicorn stepped over her supine frame.

“Yes…yes I think it is a bit smaller than it used to be,” Celestia mused, squatting and resting her turgid length against the femcolt’s clit.

Squirming and bucking her hips, Sombra bit her bottom lip. She would never have guessed that the Princess had a sadistic side, reveling in demeaning her at every turn, yet her twisted sense of humor shone as brightly as the sun on a cloudless day. She weakly bucked her hips, smearing thin, watery pre over the alicorn’s titanic shaft, and softly whimpered.

The Princess shook her head and giggled. “And so needy! I would get a cage for that sad little thing of yours, but I don’t believe they make any small enough for you. Would you like me to custom order you one ~ perhaps one emblazoned with my cutie mark so everypony will know to whom you belong?”

“Whatever pleases you, Mistress. I live to serve,” she quietly replied, summoning the courage to look at her owner’s face.

“Good mare,” Celestia hummed, reaching down to tussle the former King’s mane. “We can discuss accouterments for you later - for now, I’d like you to make yourself presentable. We’ll be having company shortly.”

Rolling over and getting her hooves beneath herself, after the Princess had stepped away, Sombra stood and dipped her head. “Yes, Mistress.”

Waiting for her Mistress to head to the door, she shifted and trotted out. She had no idea of who would be paying them a visit, but that wasn’t important. If she was supposed to clean herself up and get herself ready for company, that’s what she was going to do. Moving through the house and into her chamber, she came to a halt within her bathroom.

Her shower was quick, washing her mane and body with a lavender scented soap that Celestia had provided for her, and she’d dried herself off and sauntered to her wardrobe after only a hooffull of minutes, but that was the easy part of her endeavor. As she trotted to her wardrobe, her thoughts wandered to what she was going to wear. Regardless of who their guest was or how long they’d be staying, she was inclined to adorn herself with something to please her Mistress.

Briefly rifling through her garments, she made her final selection. A quartet of fishnets, halter top, and tail wrap, all in a brilliant crimson, would suit her purposes perfectly, showing off her figure while giving easy access to the slack cunt that had once been her taut, virginal pucker. While she couldn’t say if she was going to be servicing anypony aside from Celestia, she wouldn’t be surprised if she was commanded to tend to their impending guest’s more carnal desires.

She slipped into the articles, stepped to the side, and inspected herself. With a large, plush flank, plump lips, and a set of bosoms that would give a dairy cow a run for their money, she wouldn’t have looked out of place working a street corner or dancing around a pole, yet her bombshell figure was accentuated by a number of additions that Celestia had given her. Along with her pierced nipples, tongue, and navel, she’d been imbued with a womb-like crest on her lower abdomen.

Smiling at her reflection, she strutted to her vanity to put on the finishing touches. A touch of lipstick, some blush, eyeliner, and mascara were all applied with practiced precision, completing her whorish look. It was equal parts funny and sad, knowing she’d once been a chiseled, well-built stud, yet that was a different her - one she’d do best to forget ever existed.

“Sombra? Sombra, darling, I do hope you’re not dallying,” Celestia called out. “Our guests have arrived.”

“Coming, Mistress!” she shouted.

Turning to the exit, she stepped on a wet, warm patch of carpet. As she looked down and back, she scrunched her snout. One odd thing, be it from design or pure coincidence, was that her bust wasn’t purely for show. Aside from allowing the Princess to tit-fuck her, her breasts were very, very productive. On the days she forgot to milk herself, it wasn’t uncommon that she left a trail of cream wherever she went.

She trotted out with her bust wobbling and leaking beneath her, though she realized that her leaking bust may displease her Princess. The way she saw it, making a bit of a mess wouldn’t be nearly as egregious as being tardy. She was expected to greet their guest, and any delay could and likely would result in punishment.

Through the house and to the living room she went, only slowing when she reached the doorway leading to the den. While she wasn’t sure whom was going to be paying them a visit, the last thing she would have anticipated was seeing a trio of unreformed changelings within their abode. She hesitated, unsure of why the shapeshifters were there and what their intentions were, before Celestia spotted and waved for her to enter.

“Don’t be so shy, Sombra,” the Princess intoned. “Come in and show yourself off.”

With her cheeks glowing, she obliged. She steadily walked into the room and to her Mistress’ side, keeping her eyes on the floor all the while. Though it wasn’t the first time she’d met somepony in her new form, the process had never been comfortable for her. She’d once been a menace to all Equestria, a force to be respected and feared, yet here she was, looking like some licentious parody of whom she once was.

Watching the Princess lift and turn a hoof in the air, she lazily revolved in place. She’d tied her tail up and back, ensuring anypony and everypony behind her had an unfettered view of her minuscule coin purse and well-used backdoor. Realizing the Princess wouldn’t be satisfied with a simple display, she cocked a hind leg and allowed the drones to look upon the shriveled vestige that was her pride.

“Easy on the eyes, submissive, and obedient to a fault,” Celestia sighed, shifting her focus from the femcolt to the trio of insects. “I must admit, your little business was a large inspiration for Sombra’s reformation.”

While demeaning, the flattery set Sombra’s blush to deepen. Being used as an outlet for Celestia’s sexual desires was incredible, yielding pleasure beyond belief, yet being acknowledged as a high-class paramour made her weak in the knees. Drifting over to her, nuzzling her neck, she earned herself a pat on the head.

“Be a dear and continue where you left off,” Celestia softly stated. As Sombra stepped back and seated herself, licking and venerating her semi-rigid stallionhood, she cleared her throat. “Yes, I’m aware of the operation you’ve started in Ponyville, Talon.”

One of the changeling’s stiffened, sweat glistening on his brow. “If you know about it, why did you summon us here?”

“Because I will allow you and your ilk to go unmolested,” the Princess continued, “on one condition - you will only employ stallions who choose to work for you, signing notarized waivers about the procedures you enact, or stallions I personally select. While I do find the notion of a sissy brothel intriguing, I will not tolerate you taking advantage of my subjects.”

“Former subjects,” Talon boldly corrected, “but I will oblige regardless.”

Listening to the exchange, Sombra looked over at the foolish changeling. Celestia could imprison or outright destroy the shapeshifter with but a thought, so Talon was either very brave, very foolish, or some disastrous combination of the two - still, the Princess was unmoved by his impertinence. Flexing her groin, causing her cock to slap her underbelly, the alicorn snorted.

“My thanks - now onto the real reason I called you here. Since you seem to bear an exclusive preference for femcolts, don’t you think that enhancing them would appeal to a broader audience of both customers and potential employees?” Celestia asked.

Talon cocked his head, his eyes narrowing. “Explain…”

Caressing Sombra’s side, Celestia chuckled to herself. “Take my dear Sombra for example ~ wouldn’t you say she’s a perfect broodmare?”

Nodding and inching closer, with his stallionhood hardening beneath him, the changeling drew a forked tongue over his lips. “I will admit you did some impressive work. I’ve seen mares - actual mares with bigger clits than her.”

“Thank you. Even if she tries, she can’t get hard,” Celestia mused, igniting her horn and surrounding Sombra’s diminutive package in her aura. “With each drop of cum I plow out of her, it gets smaller and smaller ~ isn’t that right, dearest?”

“Mmm…mmm-hmm,” Sombra whimpered, shivering under her Mistress’ touch.

It was true - at least she was pretty sure it was true. Though she hadn’t measured the side of her equipment, she was reasonably sure that her clit had shrunk substantially over the past few weeks. It was like what little masculinity she had upon her revival was being rutted out of her, gushing to the floor or over her belly with each drop of infertile drop of essence she spilled.

“She may look like a broodmare,” the changeling remarked, lifting his gaze to the alicorn, “but appearances are skin deep.”

“I beg to differ,” the Princess countered. “She’s more than capable of bearing me an heir - in fact, I intend for her to do just that.”

Sombra wasn’t one to stop worshiping her Mistress’ package unless instructed to do so, but the assertion that she could get knocked up gave her a moment for pause. Shuffling to the side and lifting her head, she stared in disbelief at the alicorn’s face. The Princess peered over her shoulder at her and gave a knowing smirk, making her swoon.

“You didn’t mishear me,” Celestia noted. “You do want me to sire my heir with you ~ don’t you?”

Of all the things she could have asked or said, the question hit Sombra like a ton of bricks. It would have been impossible for her Mistress to know it, yet she often fantasized about becoming a mother - particularly when Celestia was draped on her back and hammering away at her ass. Her clit twitched and slavered, her backdoor clenched upon itself, and a warmth blossomed in her belly, as she peered into the Princess’ - her Princess’ eyes.

“I’d wish for nothing more, my Mistress,” she breathed, only barely keeping her voice from quaking.

With her smile broadening, Celestia nodded her head at the open floor at the center of the room. “In that case, convince me...”

Sombra wheeled around, scampered away, and came to a halt in the middle of the chamber. She’d like to say she was getting better at prostrating herself, but her standard way of begging wasn’t going to cut it - not this time. Pulling a coffee table over to herself, she stepped onto the hard, wooden surface, rolled onto her back, and obscenely splayed her hind legs.

Staring down her chest, through the valley of her engorged teats on her lower abdomen, a strange glow caught her eye. The crest on her belly had always been white, contrasting against her slate-grey coat, yet the sigil was glowing a brilliant pink. While she didn’t fully comprehend the magic that had remolded her body and mind, she felt certain that the illuminated mark was a testament to what Celestia had claimed.

“I hate to interrupt,” Talon interjected, bringing both the Princess and feminized unicorn’s over to himself, “but how did you accomplish this feat?”

“As you may have guessed, I got a few helpful tips from Discord,” she explained. “What you see before you is the perfecting of my old friend’s technique.”

Stepping over her plaything, straddling the table, she rolled her hips forward and back. Her length glided over Sombra’s groin, effectively smothering the dainty little package beneath her monolithic length and weighty, cum-filled balls. She turned her head to face her guests, while nonchalantly bucking and teasing the femcolt writhing beneath her.

“How much…” Talon hissed.

The Princess cocked her head. “Beg your pardon?”

“How much for the spell?” the changeling clarified, his voice low.

“Ah ~” Celestia murmured. “I’d be happy to share the details of this particular enchantment with you, for a price - fifteen percent of your profits for the sorcery and a guarantee your brothel goes untouched by the royal guard.”

“That’s bullshit!” one of the drones barked. “How can you expect -”

“Silence,” Tarsis growled, baring his fangs at the parasite. Biting back his rancor, he leered over at the alicorn. “Twelve…”

Thoughtfully tapping a forehoof to her chin, all the while humping continuously, Celestia took several moments to reply. “Fifteen and I’ll be sure to drop a few tactical endorsements to friends of mine outside Equestria.”

Sombra tried to pay attention to what was being said, but each stroke of her Mistress’ heavy shaft against her fanned the flames of her lust. She knew it would be disastrous if she interrupted the negotiation, but her self-control was gradually slipping away. Left to stare at the godly tool gliding between her legs, seeing the tip nearly reaching her rib cage, she swallowed hard.

“Deal,” the changeling leader finally spat.

“Deal,” Celestia cooed. Inching back, dragging her length along down the valley of Sombra’s tits and to her entrance, she got into position. “Now about that heir I promised you…”

As she opened her mouth to give thanks to her Mistress, Sombra’s eyes rolled back as the Princess plunged into her. The sense of fullness, her hole tightly stretched by the titanic shaft delving deeper and deeper into her, bordered on the divine. She’d always relished being on the giving side of things, despoiling mares when she was able to call herself a stallion, yet the feeling of being used, of accommodating the stallionhood of a literal goddess, made the exploits of her past life feel downright laughable.

She slid over the tabletop, driven over the wooden surface when Celestia bottomed out. She didn’t have to look at herself to know the imprint of the alicorn’s tool was clearly visible within her gut, having marveled at the spectacle on similar occasions in the past. Her hooves shot to her sides and braced herself, as rested her fetlocks on her Mistress’ powerful hips. The Princess didn’t wait for her to adjust to the gargantuan intrusion, withdrawing a portion of her length before beginning to plow her at a slow, steady pace.

Groaning with each thrust, Sombra did what she could to hold herself steady. Her abused pucker yielded no resistance, still loose and lubricated from the load Celestia had pumped into her earlier that morning, yet she constricted her entrance as much as she could. If somepony had told her years ago that she’d be subjected to such obscene treatment, sentenced to become the live-in cock-warmer of an alicorn, she would have laughed in their face and called them delusional - now things were different.

“Tighten up,” Celestia grunted, scowling down at the unicorn.

“I’m…I’m - Aaaaahn - trying,” Sombra mewled.

Lowering her waist and giving a particularly hard thrust, the Princess crushed the femcolt’s tender p-spot and earned herself a shrill squeal of delight. “Try harder…”

Sombra flexed her hind legs and practically fucked herself on the humping alicorn, eager to please her Mistress. This is what she was made for, her reason for being. She’d been brought back from the brink, given another chance at life, but the times of her attempting to conquer Equestria were gone. She’d lost her strength, her magic was curbed by the negation ring affixed to her horn, and her resolve to do anything other than serve her Mistress was gone. In an all but literal sense, Sombra had died a long, long time ago.

The irony didn’t escape her; she’d enslaved an empire, bringing the populace to heel and having them serve her every whim, yet she was the one who was ultimately conquered. She was an item, a living, breathing sex-toy for the Princess of the Sun, and she would have been miserable with her newfound role, had it not been for one thing - she loved what she’d become. The shame she’d felt upon learning what was expected of her, much like her masculinity, had been flushed out by hot, virile dickmare seed and replaced with ecstasy.

“H…harder, Mistress,” she brazenly moaned.

Celestia obliged the femcolt, gradually dialing up the intensity of her rutting. “See how eager she is? While I haven’t visited your whorehouse, I’d be willing to bet that any of your mares aren’t as well trained and servile as my little sow.”

“The spell’s work, I presume?” Talon inquired.

“Hardly,” the Princess laughed. “The enchantment laid the foundation, but it was my royal scepter,” she clucked, giving two particularly hard plunges, “which made her the way she is. If you ask nicely, I may come and visit -”

“N…no,” Sombra interrupted, bringing the alicorn’s motions to a screeching halt.

With her length fully sheathed within the unicorn, Celestia lowered her head and stared into Sombra’s eyes. “What did you say?”

“I…I….” Sombra stammered. She’d spoken out of turn - worse yet, she’d impudently told her Mistress not to do something. It took every ounce of courage she had not to look away, not to back down, but she saw little point in trying to apologize. “I…I don’t want to lose you…”

Celestia balked, apparently taken aback by the admission. “Lose me?”

Sombra sheepishly nodded. “I’d be nothing without you.”

She meant it - she really would be nothing without Celestia. If the Princess abandoned her, she’d lose her home, her purpose, and quite possibly the biggest stallionhood in Equestria - sure she could eke out a living by herself, selling her body to make ends meet, but that would be a hollow existence. She’d do anything - anything to stay with her Mistress, no matter how depraved or scandalous, and she was going to prove it.

“I’ll bear you as many foals as you want,” she continued. “If it’s your desire, I’d shear off my horn for you - by the abyss, I’d even whore myself to stallions and mares for you. Just don’t leave me…”

Leaning forward, bringing her muzzle to the femcolt’s ear, Celestia snarled and rolled her hips back. “You really know how to push my buttons…”

Sombra was given no time to respond, howling as the Princess set upon her like a savage beast. She was used to being screwed in all manner of positions, having been railed in every room and on a great many pieces of furniture in her Mistress’ house, yet this felt different. There was no restraint, no calculated, measured domination - no, this was raw passion. It was hard to fathom she’d touched on a nerve, having stricken some emotional chord with her confession, yet it was the only explanation she could think of for Celestia’s ruthlessness.

“You’re mine,” the alicorn added, bringing her snout to the unicorn’s collar. “You’re my personal foal-factory and I will never surrender you to anypony else.”

“Yes!!!” Sombra wailed, overcome with emotion.

She was no stranger to the unimaginable physical pleasure her Mistress afforded, but the sudden inclusion of some emotional attachment rocked her to her core. Her backdoor spasmed uncontrollably, as cum dribbled from her clit - nevertheless, she bucked up to meet the Princess’ plunges. Cum from earlier in the day leaked down the cleft of her ass and onto her dock, smearing against the table and dripping to the floor, as she was mercilessly claimed.

It wasn’t uncommon that she got dicked-down hard, practically screwed into the bed or through the arm of the sofa, yet the tenacity of her Mistress was on an entirely different level. Though every detail of the pistoning length ruining her sent bolts of pleasure coursing through her, from the pulsing veins to the thick medial ring popping in and out of her entrance, it was the knowledge that she was wanted which drove her to the brink of rapturous madness. She extended her forelegs and hugged the Princess’ neck for dear life, fully surrendering herself to the unstoppable alicorn.

The experience was like none other. She climaxed again and again, braying and screaming to the heavens in thanks to her Mistress, until her voice was raw and sore. Her consciousness faded, the world around her weaving in and out of existence, and she genuinely thought she may meet her end - that was until she felt it. The throbbing within her rearranged guts shook her back to the present and gave her some sliver of clarity and realization. Celestia was about to peak, and she was about to become a mother.

In a fit of pique, she turned Celestia’s head to face her. The alicorn’s jaw was set, her face was streaked in sweat, and her eyes were screwed shut in concentration, possibly trying to fend off the inevitable, which gave her all the opening she needed. Shooting forward, heedless of the repercussions, she locked lips with her Mistress.

Either out of good timing or pure luck, the kiss pushed Celestia past the brink. With a deep, guttural groan, she hilted her flaring stallionhood and unleashed a tsunami of thick, potent seed deep into her mate. Her balls churned and pulled taut to her groin, her length pulsed with wave after wave of spunk, and she drove her tongue into the femcolt’s muzzle, as the two became one.

Sombra thought she knew what pleasure was, having experienced bliss that defied description, yet the blinding ecstasy she felt was heaven incarnate. While the heat and pressure building within her was beyond intense, so much so that she feared she may black out, she endured. Her mind went alight, seeing stars and tingling all over, knowing she’d finally found her true destiny.

Though she couldn’t see it, she felt her belly swelling from the deluge of she-stud cum. She’d never had any doubt that her Mistress was a stud, having the equipment and output to knock up a whole town’s worth of mares, which made the moment all the more magical. Of all the creatures and all the ponies in the land, both in and outside of Equestria, Celestia had chosen her to bear her a foal.

Wild fantasies danced about her thoughts, imagining what life would soon be like for herself. She had no doubt that she would still be held in low regard by the Princess, little more than an incubator and a toy to be used, yet that didn’t bother her in the slightest. Lost to the moment, feeling like it lasted for a small eternity, she was caught off guard when Celestia broke their kiss.

“You’re going to pay for that insolence later,” Celestia hissed, coyly smiling.

Sombra gasped and hauled air into her burning lungs, doing her damnedest to compose herself. “Yes, Mistress…”

It may have been her imagination, but the Princess didn’t genuinely look all that displeased. If she did get punished later, she had nobody to blame but herself - that said, she had a hunch that her Mistress was putting on a bit of an act. She looked over at the trio of changelings who’d observed the imperious, bawdy display, and squeezed the immense shaft still buried within her.

“I’ll have a contract drawn up and personally deliver it to you by the week’s end ~” Celestia flatly stated, glowering at the drones, “understood?”

Talon gave a small bow, prompting his companions to follow suit. “Understood, Princess.”

Without saying another word, the trio turned and left, leaving the cum-bloated unicorn and her Mistress to their lonesome. The pair looked at one another as a silence fell over the room. They knew what they’d done, that the flower of life would soon blossom with them, and so they lost themselves in one another’s eyes.

“I hope you’re aware that this changes nothing,” Celestia began, breaking the silence. “You’re still my sow, you will still obey my every command, and you will not question me.”

Grinning like an absolute fool, Sombra dipped her head. “Yes, Mistress…”

“That said,” the Princess continued, “I feel as though a few concessions will be called for. You are my broodmare and you will not let another creature on the face of this world lay a hoof or claw on you ~ is that clear?”

“Of course, M…Mistress!” Sombra chirped giddily.

The alicorn held the unicorn’s gaze and remained motionless. “Secondly, you will start learning to cook. My heir, be they a colt or filly, will not have a mother who can’t tend to the house and see to their every need.”

“Mistress,” the femcolt sighed, pressing a forehoof to her chest, “I will do everything I can for our foal.”

Her expression hardening ever so slightly, Celestia snorted. “Why are you smiling?”

“I’m just happy, Mistress,” the femcolt responded.

The Princess wavered, trying and failing to fight back a grin. “Well stop it. We’ll go out tomorrow to get you fitted for a few proper clothing for you. While things aren’t going to change in the bedroom, I will not have my foal’s-”

“Our foal,” Sombra blurted and instantly clamped a forehoof over her snout.

“Our foal’s mother dressing like a whore,” Celestia quietly seethed. Stepping back and away, she withdrew her length from the unicorn’s clinging hole until only the bloated head of her cock was unsheathed. “I don’t want you spilling a drop of this…”

Sombra shook her head and readied herself, yelping when the flared stallionhood popped out of her ass. Bearing down, trapping almost all of the seed filling her, she clamped her hind legs together and lifted her waist. She’d read somewhere that the position was conducive to ensure insemination, but she felt a bit silly doing it herself.

“And one last thing,” the Princess muttered, trotting around and smearing her cum-slickened length against the femcolt’s muzzle.

Knowing what was expected of her, Sombra began lapping at the she-stud’s tool. There were some things that wouldn’t change, expectations she would fill regardless of whether or not she had a bun in her oven, but that was fine with her. With the crest glowing on her belly, marking her as a mother to be, she only had a single concern - would she be able to find any seductive maternity garments to seduce her Mistress…

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