Think sweets, think pink, think me!
Head bobs as lids flutter shut heavy from the droning of crickets. Echos of heated encounters could be heard in the back of the cave. Whispers of the claiming tainted the air. She was his now, bruises from his loving touches. Swelling of her barrel showed his possession of her. A flicker of something in her chest alerts her to the pleasure it had held for her.
He wasn't gentle with his lovings, but he was beautiful. He was warm, he was security, he was an anchor in her world of shame. He loved her coloring, he didn't see her as ugly. She didn't see any disgust in his red eyes. The agitation in his voice spoke of something darker that lurked inside of him. Against all better judgement she wanted to know what it was. Then she is bitten Did I speak out of turn Zayn? She had inquired of him. She didn't believe that he would do any such thing out of turn. She must have caused it.
Her muscles contort with pain. They writhe and buckle uder the bone searing heat that traveled up her joints. Everything was being pulled apart. She thought her body was going to be nothing but peices on the cave floor. Then its over.
It was a little bundle of pink and blonde. Her eyes, the creature at her feet had her eyes. But Zayns coat. It was beautiful a mix of them meshed together to create something beautiful. This was the sign of their belonging together. It was a colt, she licks it clean, each stroke full of love and pleasure. Zayn would be proud. She hoped to see him soon, ears flicking to the opening of the cave.
The pink mare nudged the boy to his hooves, nuzling him into her life giving nutrition. Prancing in place a little, her soreness didn't matter in the place of seeing Zayns response to their son for the first time. What should we name him? her teeth glinting in the weak light of peaking sun. She was a proud mama and her smile spoke of that.
Nixie