Anon03/12/26, 23:22No.43100787
She looked at the ceiling, and very slowly drummed her forehooves on her middle absentmindedly. She then looked down at herself, swollen with foal, not at all that lithe and beguiling mare she’d been beforehoof. “The last time I went on a date, I came back with you.” She grinned at him before getting more comfortable on her back. She snorted once and quickly at her next thought, but managed to keep a mostly straight face. “You don’t suppose you’re the reason I got this invitation, do you?” Now she couldn’t keep a strange smile off her face—and she really didn’t want it on her face—but it was mixed with embarrassment, and she looked away. “I can’t think of any stallion I’ve seen oogling me like that, but now I’m wondering.” She rocked herself onto her side, and then slid off the couch.Her bedroom had a mirror, and she looked first at one side of her face with a thin smile, then the other side—that with the scar—and frowned; from there, her eyes went to her most obvious feature: a broken horn. Tempest looked anywhere but the mirror for a time after that, mostly just beneath it. Her vanity had makeup she’d never used, all gifts. She wondered what he saw in her. She stood up and backed away to breathe in the sight of her full body, first the wide front, then the side, and finally looking back at the wide rear until she’d made a full rotation. After that, she had some ideas of what it could be. Her left forehoof scratched at her chin, and then she patted the front of her belly. “I suppose it’s a little hard to get like this if a stallion doesn’t find you attractive.” She chuckled, and that thin smile returned to her reflection.“I’ve made up my mind. We’re going on a date today.” Tempest slammed her butt back down on the pillow before her vanity, and put a hoof on it to help scoot herself towards the mirror. Her eyes scanned over the various little bottles and tubs available to her, and then scrutinized her features again, but this time she didn’t frown at any of them. She felt him preparing a big kick, she knew from sitting down how she did, but decided to interpret it differently. “I don’t think you’ll be able to change my mind, little stallion. I expect to have a fun time, and a free meal won’t hurt either.” She settled on spritzing her neck with perfume once, it was the only item she knew how to use. She threaded a forehoof through a ring attached to the bottle to position it, and leaned forward to press the bulb with the other. He chose that same moment to strike, but she avoided looking down and getting perfume in her mouth. “Don’t you worry, nothing like *that’s* going to happen.” She touched the tip of her forehoof to her neck to put perfume on it, and then touched her bump to rub it on him. “You’re the only stallion I need in my life.”